The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 133 - 132: It’s Not Like We Haven’t Seen It Before

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Yan Xiaobao ate while laughing, smiling so wide his mouth couldn’t close, and even rarely volunteered to share a few drinks with Tang Wenjun.

After happily finishing a sumptuous seafood feast, Tang Wenjun went to settle the bill—six thousand six hundred.

An amount like this wasn’t even worth mentioning to Tang Wenjun and Yan Xiaobao, but Dong Ming secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. Just one meal had nearly burned through his entire semester’s living expenses...

"It’s still early. Let’s take a stroll down the street," Tang Wenjun suggested. "Tomorrow, we’ll be heading to the countryside to procure stone materials, where the roads could be bad. Mr. Dong wearing a qipao might not be convenient."

"Yes! You’re absolutely right!" Yan Xiaobao praised Tang Wenjun’s attentiveness.

Dong Yuqing didn’t object either. A qipao and high heels indeed weren’t practical.

When she came out of the fitting room, both Yan Xiaobao and Tang Wenjun were instantly captivated.

Dong Yuqing had changed into a simple sporty casual outfit, which perfectly highlighted her balanced and graceful figure. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, cascading naturally without any adornments, swaying to the rhythm of her delicate steps, shining with ebony-black radiant gloss.

Sleek black hair—an exclusive beauty of Eastern women—was a favorite among many men. Of course, it also depended on the face...

There was no doubt that Dong Yuqing’s stunning looks paired with her soft, lustrous long hair made her a bona fide "heartthrob." Her skin was spotless and as smooth as jade, her eyes sparkled with light, exuding an ethereal charm and a serene aura...

When someone is beautiful, they look good in anything.

This saying truly holds wisdom. Even Yan Xiaobao hadn’t expected that after swapping her qipao for such a seemingly ordinary sporty casual outfit, Dong Yuqing’s unique air of elegance remained as elusive as ever.

After traveling a grueling eight to nine hundred kilometers across a province today, everyone but Yan Xiaobao felt a bit worn out. After buying clothes, Tang Wenjun drove everyone back to the hotel for some rest.

A five-star hotel, four people, and four rooms—it was undeniably lavish.

After a satisfying meal, a relaxing hot bath, what could beat curling up on the luxurious, plush bed in a five-star hotel for a wonderfully restful sleep?

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"Ah!"

A startled scream rang out as Dong Yuqing suddenly sat up, breathing heavily, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes filled with fear.

"Bang!"

In less than a second, Yan Xiaobao kicked open the door and rushed in, urgently asking, "What’s wrong?"

Seeing Yan Xiaobao, Dong Yuqing instantly felt a wave of relief. Taking two deep breaths, she cradled her wildly beating heart and said in a shaky voice, "It’s fine, I just had a nightmare..."

In the dream just now, Dong Yuqing had been trapped in a dark, eerie dungeon. In the oppressive blackness, pairs of green, glowing eyes stared menacingly. Liu Zhen, stark naked, came at her with a sinister grin...

Yan Xiaobao walked to the bedside and said, "Daytime thoughts become nighttime dreams. Wife Qingqing, you were frightened earlier this morning; it’s natural to have nightmares tonight."

"But..." Dong Yuqing asked in confusion, "I didn’t have any dreams when I napped during the day."

"That’s because I was holding you, Wife Qingqing, while you slept," Yan Xiaobao quipped with a cheeky grin. "Wife Qingqing, let me hold you while you sleep—guarantee you won’t have nightmares again."

"No way!" Dong Yuqing immediately and firmly refused.

She was now curled under the covers in just her undergarments—how could she let Yan Xiaobao climb onto the bed to hold her?

Besides, a man and a woman alone in a hotel room... If nothing happened, that’d be a miracle...

Dong Yuqing hugged her arms tightly and curled up under the blanket, her silky hair draping over her smooth shoulders, evoking an air of delicate fragility—like a pure white lotus flower that no one would dare desecrate.

Not wanting to rush things, Yan Xiaobao didn’t push. He shifted tactics, saying, "Alright then, I’ll sit on the sofa and keep Wife Qingqing company so you won’t feel scared, okay?"

"You..." Dong Yuqing hesitated.

"A gentleman doesn’t act improperly in private. Are you afraid I’d do something to you?" Yan Xiaobao pounded his chest confidently and declared, "I’d never bully my wife!"

On this point, Dong Yuqing felt she could trust Yan Xiaobao. "That’s not what I meant. I just thought... sitting on the sofa all night might be very tiring for you."

"It’s not." Yan Xiaobao cross-legged on the sofa, grinning as he said, "Your husband isn’t an ordinary guy. Staying motionless for hours, even meditating for ten days straight, is totally fine."

Watching Yan Xiaobao sit like a meditating monk, Dong Yuqing didn’t say anything more and lay back down.

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"Ah!"

The next morning, as soon as Dong Yuqing opened her eyes, she let out another scream. She found herself lying snugly in Yan Xiaobao’s arms...

"You... You scoundrel!" Dong Yuqing shouted furiously, both embarrassed and angry. "You said you’d only sit on the sofa! Why did you... How could you do this?"

"I...," Yan Xiaobao began to explain, "You were sleeping fitfully last night, looking scared. So I got onto the bed to hold you, so you wouldn’t have nightmares."

"Ridiculous!" Dong Yuqing angrily pushed Yan Xiaobao away. "Get away from me!"

Yan Xiaobao awkwardly jumped off the bed. Dong Yuqing glanced down at herself. Her undergarments were intact, and it seemed she hadn’t been violated. Only then did she relax a little.

"Wife Qingqing, holding you while sleeping really prevents nightmares—and it’s very comforting too. I wasn’t lying," Yan Xiaobao said smugly when he observed her softened expression.

"Get out!" Dong Yuqing snapped irritably. "I need to change my clothes."

"Wife Qingqing, if you want to change, just go ahead," Yan Xiaobao grumbled under his breath, "It’s not like I didn’t see anything last night anyway."

"Scoundrel! Get out! I don’t want to see you!"

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At eight in the morning, the four of them freshened up, had breakfast, and got into the car, heading straight for Xinpu.

As a county under the jurisdiction of Xiamen City, Xinpu’s economy was fairly developed. Its stone carving artistry was especially famous, with products sold both domestically and internationally—indeed, it was a major pillar of the local economy.

Xinpu wasn’t far from Xiamen, about an hour’s drive away. After exiting the highway, Tang Wenjun turned toward Hequ. Hequ Town was close to Xinpu County, only about twenty minutes away.

The old, family-run stone factory that Boss Chen had mentioned was easy to find. As soon as Tang Wenjun drove up to the factory gates, a man in his forties came out to greet them. "You must be from Binhai, right?"

"Yes," Tang Wenjun replied, surprised. "How did you know?"

"Yesterday, Boss Chen from Binhai gave me a call and mentioned that some clients might visit my factory today. I noticed your Jiang A plates and guessed you might be the people he mentioned."

The middle-aged man shook hands with Tang Wenjun and introduced himself, "My name’s Fang. I’m the general manager here."

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