Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 112 You Stupid Woman

In the room, Qin Yuhan had thrown off her blazer and was glaring at Wu Tian. She was huffing, her chest heaving with indignation.

"What is wrong with you? You either turn in your test absurdly early or just go straight to sleep! Did you take this business simulation test seriously at all? Do you care about me at all? Don’t you realize that if you lose, I’ll have to have dinner with Ren Hou?"

Wu Tian studied Qin Yuhan for a moment before sighing. "Try not to get angry for the next few days."

Qin Yuhan’s voice had been loud, and she was now a bit worn out from shouting. "Why shouldn’t I get angry?" she demanded, dissatisfied.

"If I’m not mistaken, your ’Aunt Flo’ is visiting, isn’t she?"

"How do you know? Did you... did you sneak into my bathroom while I was out and look in the bin...?" Qin Yuhan was mortified and furious.

Wu Tian was left speechless.

Qin Yuhan also knew this was unrealistic; Wu Tian didn’t seem like that kind of sleazy person.

"Fine, you don’t have to answer that. But first, you have to tell me what’s going on with you. Why did you either hand in your test so early or just go to sleep?" Qin Yuhan’s fists were clenched so tightly it seemed she was about to start throwing punches.

Wu Tian shrugged, his tone calm and detached. "It’s too early for me to say anything. Let’s wait for the results, shall we? Actions speak louder than words."

Qin Yuhan was about to explode with anger. How could he still be so confident? She knew these simulation questions were set by Wall Street veterans and wouldn’t be much easier than the upcoming Kuangte Family’s test. Yet here Wu Tian was, acting so arrogant. Her pale fingers trembled as she pointed at him, unable to speak.

Suddenly, a cramp seized her abdomen.

"Didn’t I tell you not to get angry? You silly woman." Seeing her grimace, Wu Tian stood up and walked over. He looked at her abdomen and said, "Lift your shirt a little. Let me press on your stomach."

"What are you talking about? What do you think you’re doing?" Wu Tian’s emotional intelligence was low, and his blunt words were inappropriate, causing Qin Yuhan to misunderstand and retreat in a panic. The movement only made the pain in her stomach worse, causing her to frown deeply.

"Silly woman, what are you dodging for?" Wu Tian said coldly. "Have you not heard your father praise my Medical Technique as being unrivaled? You’re on your period. If you won’t let me help you, what do you plan to do? Come here and listen to me."

This woman is so foolish! Wu Tian thought. It wasn’t an insult, but a form of domineering affection.

"This pain is normal. It’ll be gone in a couple of days. I don’t need your help," Qin Yuhan said defensively, her face flushed. She was truly frightened. She could never forget that night four years ago, when all three of her "entrances" had been left terribly sore. In her mind, Wu Tian was worse than a beast.

As Qin Yuhan stepped back, Wu Tian chuckled. "Who can possibly stop me from doing what I want?"

Before she could react, he had already scooped her up in a princess carry. He then sat on the edge of the bed, placing her sideways across his lap. The position was indeed strange. Qin Yuhan’s face turned beet red. She tried to get up but was easily held down by Wu Tian. Powerless to move, she could only bite her lip, her exquisite face completely flushed.

Seeing Wu Tian carefully scrutinize her stomach, Qin Yuhan felt so ashamed she wished the ground would swallow her whole. "Hey, what on earth are you doing? What’s so interesting about my stomach? Let me go!"

Wu Tian remained calm. "I’m giving you a full-body check-up, silly woman. You should know that my eyes are more precise than any medical instrument."

"Hmph," Qin Yuhan scoffed, unconvinced.

With a single motion, Wu Tian unbuttoned her white blouse. Qin Yuhan was flabbergasted. His eyes fell upon her smooth, pale abdomen and the black lace that covered the peaks of her chest.

"You..." Qin Yuhan began to struggle.

"Silly woman, don’t move. Relax. Your body is nothing special to me," Wu Tian said, not even believing his own words. But as the Immortal Emperor, maintaining a calm demeanor was easy.

He stretched out his palm and placed it on her smooth stomach, then activated his Spiritual Power.

Instantly, Qin Yuhan felt an intoxicating, bone-melting warmth spread from his hand. Her pretty face blushed furiously. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant, but she knew she mustn’t grow to like it, or she would no longer be herself.

This villain... his Medical Technique is just too good, she couldn’t help but think.

Sensing that her menstrual cramps were almost completely gone, Wu Tian thought for a moment before asking, "Are you satisfied with your figure? Is there anywhere you’d like to be larger? Or change in any other way? You can tell me. This is what I owe you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuhan’s cheeks turned so red it seemed they might drip blood. She hurriedly tried to get up, but Wu Tian pulled her back and, with an air of dominance, tossed her onto the bed.

"Stay still," Wu Tian said, glaring at her. "Your body’s problems aren’t limited to just menstrual pain."

"Who... who asked you to treat me? Did I?" Qin Yuhan retorted indignantly. For the past four years, she had always relied on herself whenever she was sick. The hardship of her pregnancy, the difficulty of caring for a newborn... Wu Tian hadn’t been there for any of it. Now that he was here... she felt deeply wronged.

"It’s my fault. I won’t deny it," Wu Tian said helplessly, looking at her as if he understood what she was thinking. His hand remained on her smooth stomach, and a current of Spiritual Power instantly coursed through her entire body. He intended to cure everything at once—the lingering ailments from childbirth, the anemia from neglecting her health for work—all the issues she had accumulated over the years.

"AH!"

As the Spiritual Power flooded her body, Qin Yuhan couldn’t help but let out a cry of pure comfort.

Downstairs, Murong Yezi was watching anime with the little one when she heard Qin Yuhan’s cry.

"Mommy, what’s wrong?" The little one loved her mother, and she grew worried, wanting to run upstairs.

"You can’t go," Murong Yezi said, pulling the child back into her arms. "Your mom is fine, sweetie. Don’t worry."

"Really? Is she okay?" The little one was still concerned, her eyes wide as she looked up at Murong Yezi.

Murong Yezi nodded affirmatively, and only then did the little one relax.

Murong Yezi sighed helplessly. Son, oh son, you don’t have to be so intense. What if you give the child the wrong idea? It looks like I need to go buy some things to properly nourish my daughter-in-law.

Back in the room, Qin Yuhan realized her cry must have been loud enough for her daughter and mother-in-law to hear downstairs. She frantically clapped a hand over her mouth, her heart pounding with anxiety. I’ve completely lost face now.