Chang’e’s home was filled with a crowd from different parts of Lake Valley. Many people who had been moving about in the market square, attracted by the commotion between Madam Sui Rong and Wei Shi Lan, had followed along. Some did so out of curiosity, but many more came out of sheer gossip and a readiness to drag Chang’e and this strange man through the mud. They were eager.

In the yard, Chang’e and Xia Xia stood defiantly with their arms folded, refusing to let anyone into the house, just as Shi Lan had instructed Xia Xia and Xiao Fa earlier today.

People flooded the street, standing beyond the gate and trying to peek into the house by stretching their heads forward. But no matter how much they craned their necks like curious swans, it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

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Shi Lan entered the room with Sui Rong and immediately told her,

"Climb onto the bed."

There was not an ounce of regard in his voice, and the command came as if Shi Lan were a superior, which instantly infuriated the prideful Sui Rong.

"Mind how you speak to me! I am the esteemed Lady of the Medicine Hall. I have enough influence to make your life miserable."

Shi Lan calmly brought out several long needles, holding them between his fingers.

"And I have enough needles to take all your one hundred copper coins."

He raised his chin and commanded coldly,

"Woman, get on the bed."

Sui Rong wanted to refuse. The way he spoke to her as if he were her superior was incredibly infuriating. At the same time, she could not keep being stubborn. There was an air about this man that made her feel faintly threatened.

She reluctantly lay on the bed, with her chest on the mattress.

Shi Lan raised a brow.

"Why are you lying down like that?"

She turned her head and frowned.

"Is it not acupuncture? All you have to do is enter my meridians through my back."

Shi Lan replied in a nonchalant tone,

"What this is, is none of your business. Acupuncture or not, you’re here to be treated. If you want that chest pain relieved, lie down with your breasts facing up."

Hearing Shi Lan speak to her so vulgarly angered her, yet she did not immediately express it. Instead, shock spread across her face.

’How did he know about my chest pain?’

The chest pain Sui Rong suffered from was something she had carefully hidden from everyone because she could not tell anyone about it. If the people of Lake Valley discovered that the wife of the Medicine Hall leader could not even heal her own chest pain, it would damage the reputation of her business. So she had been silently enduring it.

"H-How did you know about that?! I’ve never told a soul except my husband!"

Shi Lan did not respond. To him, she did not deserve one. Arrogant people were what he hated most and he enjoyed humbling them.

Seeing his cold, almost lifeless expression, Sui Rong finally relented and slowly turned to face the roof. She glanced at Shi Lan and felt uneasy.

’Is he angry? Did I anger him so much that he doesn’t want to talk? But if he knows about my chest pain, don’t I deserve some answers...’

She worried because this could affect her husband business and reputation if it ever got out.

"Listen, as long as you’re willing not to speak to anyone about it, I will do whatever you want..."

Wei Shi Lan’s gaze was fixed on the needle, coldly disregarding everything around him — even the two round mountain peaks on the woman’s chest.

He focused solely on the needle’s tip, positioning it at the center of the twin mountains. His gaze was blank, utterly absorbed in concentration.

"Listen, I can even protect your little business if you cooo—awwwhhh!!"

Sui Rong had no idea how such a vulgar moan burst from her mouth in that moment. Shi Lan had plunged the needle into her while she was speaking. She had expected a slight prick of pain, but that was not what she felt.

Instead, a powerful wave of pleasure surged beneath her twin mountains like invisible whirlpools.

She hurriedly covered her mouth, her eyes widening in shock.

’What is this? What kind of technique is this?’

Despite her shameless reaction, Shi Lan’s gaze remained unchanged — cold and focused, as if she were not even there.

Sui Rong soon found herself overwhelmed by immense waves of sweetness. Her skin tingled, especially around her chest. It grew slightly hot, as though boiling water were swirling inside it.

The peaks of her twin mountains rose shamelessly, pushing against the fabric of her clothes. She closed her thighs and pressed them together, trying to ease the tingling sensation that slowly tormented the entrance of her cave.

She glanced at Shi Lan, secretly wishing he would acknowledge her presence, even a little. She was a married woman neglected by her husband. In truth, she also wanted to be seen. Her arrogance had merely been one way of expressing that desperate longing.

Shi Lan placed his hand on the needle, and instantly Sui Rong’s body jolted as if struck by heavenly tribulation. The wave of pleasure that overwhelmed her as Shi Lan’s thumb and index finger slowly slid along the long needle became too powerful for her to endure.

An ocean seemed to build within her cave. It was torturous and heavenly at the same time.

A neglected married woman like her wanted nothing more than for Shi Lan to plunge his dragon into her cave and fill her with his dragon breath. Yet she could not even speak—her mind overridden and numbed by pleasure.

Loud, vulgar noises escaped her mouth as she suddenly blurted,

"Please put it in... fuck me."

"Please... fuck me."

But Shi Lan remained unmoved by these desperate pleas. He was not one to take advantage of a situation like this. This was merely the effect of his overwhelming technique — something not even goddesses could endure.

By placing two fingers on Sui Rong, he had directly stimulated her pleasure points, making it harder for her to think clearly. At the same time, he stirred the pleasure gate to heal her chest ache, applying pressure to her breasts with precise control.

As he pressed harder, Sui Rong’s eyes rolled back and her legs began to shake violently. A fountain of colorless liquid burst from beneath her skirt, instantly soaking it and spilling across the bed and the entire room.