Chapter 112: The Wealthy Young Master

"They say women are like tigers, and they’re right. You’re too intense; I can’t handle it."

Chen Yufeng looked at Liu Tulin, who was acting like a heat-crazed tigress, and was genuinely afraid she might devour him. He shook his head in speechless frustration, then quickly spent three points in the Divine Disk Mall to summon a super vibrator. He tossed it onto Liu Tulin’s bed and said, "Play with that yourself. I’m leaving. Get in touch with me once your self-control improves and you stop getting all worked up the moment you see me."

With that, he turned to leave.

"You jerk, get back here!" Liu Tulin was furious and called out to him on the spot.

She completely ignored the mystery of how that vibrator had suddenly appeared in Chen Yufeng's hands. What enraged her was this: I’ve already gone this far—does this guy really have no urge to have me? Is he denying my charm?

At first, Liu Tulin thought Chen Yufeng was just playing a game of seduction, but now she realized that wasn't the case at all; he truly had no intention of taking things further. Could he be impotent? A man who can’t perform? That didn't seem right; he had been so firm and imposing just moments ago, like a little cannon. That meant he was perfectly normal—perhaps even more robust than the average man.

If he was normal, yet remained indifferent to her active advances, didn't that prove she had no appeal to him?

Liu Tulin was losing her mind. A woman cares most about her own beauty and allure, and she was no exception. *If you aren't interested in me, then what was the meaning of pushing me down and groping me earlier? You stirred me up, and now you want to just walk away? Is this 'playing hard to get'? It has to be—it’s the only logical explanation. How could any normal man not react to my proud figure and angelic face?*

As she thought about it, Liu Tulin felt she had figured it out. Her "Chen Lang" was quite the player. She lifted her long, shapely leg and draped it over Chen Yufeng’s shoulder, beckoning him with a seductive wiggle of her finger. "Brother Chen Lang, stop playing around. I’m already overflowing; come here..."

"Come here your sister! Don't you know you’ve lost all sense of shame? I gave you such an awesome toy—isn't that enough to satisfy you? What else do you want?" Chen Yufeng felt like banging his head against a wall, and he brushed her leg aside.

"What do you mean by that?" Liu Tulin was annoyed that he remained so calm in the face of her temptation. *We’ve played enough, shouldn't we be getting to the real business? Or did I overthink it? Is he truly not interested in me at all?*

Seeing his attitude, she glared at him. "What exactly is your game? You pushed me onto the bed so aggressively earlier—weren't you unable to control your desire for me?"

"No, you’re overthinking it," Chen Yufeng shook his head, speechless.

"No? Then what was the meaning of your hands wandering all over me?"

"Why don't you look for yourself and see what changed down there?"

"What change?"

Liu Tulin had felt a surge of warmth passing through her inner thigh earlier. Hearing him, she instinctively looked down and gasped. The red birthmark was gone—completely gone. That birthmark had been the size of a palm, located in such a private area. To the outside world, she had an angelic face and a devilish figure, with flawless, snow-white skin. But only she knew she wasn't truly perfect because of that embarrassing mark. She had never dreamed someone could remove it so thoroughly, leaving not even a trace of a scar, as if it had never existed. It was all so bizarrely fast.

She was so happy she couldn't even react at first. When she finally came to her senses, she realized a grave problem: she had been so seductive, calling him "Chen Lang" in such a sugary voice... Oh, heaven! My dignity is truly in shreds! *Well, whatever, so what if my dignity is gone? At least I saved my virginity. I’m still a pure woman, after all.*

"Is this what you meant by making me a complete woman?" Liu Tulin asked, both shocked and bashful.

"What else?" Chen Yufeng looked at her, baffled. *What kind of person do you take me for?*

"Oh, I see." Liu Tulin couldn't help but offer an embarrassed smile. She looked at him again and said, "Although your method was rough and made me quite uncomfortable—and led to some misunderstandings—I still want to thank you. But how did you remove that birthmark in mere minutes?"

She was puzzled; it defied all common sense.

"Did you forget I'm a divine doctor?" Chen Yufeng certainly wasn't going to tell her the truth. *Don't ask me why; I have the Divine Disk, I’m the best!*

"You... I suppose that’s true." Liu Tulin nodded with a smile. Hadn't he cured Wang Hui’s head in under a minute at the police station? How many things that happened around him ever made sense? Despite the lingering awkwardness, she was overjoyed. Her greatest burden was gone; she was now a truly perfect beauty. She excitedly wrapped her arms around Chen Yufeng’s neck and giggled, "You won't tell anyone about today, right?"

"Shouldn't that be my line?" Chen Yufeng looked at her, speechless. "I’m the one who got taken advantage of. Isn't getting a feel of me going to become your bragging rights?"

"You..." Liu Tulin wanted to call him thick-skinned, but upon reflection, she realized he was right, and she had nothing left to say.

"Master Chen, Sister Tulin, hurry up! Someone is knocking at the door," Luo Fang said, walking in. She had only intended to knock, but the door wasn't locked, and it swung open at her touch. Seeing Liu Tulin clinging to Chen Yufeng’s neck looking unsatisfied, she exclaimed, "Wow, Sister Tulin, you're bold! You must be head over heels for Master Chen. He really is powerful, isn't he? Hehe, but you two should stop for now—we have a guest."

"Oh, wait a moment. I'll open the door once I've tidied up," Liu Tulin replied, quickly dressing herself.

"I already opened the door; the handsome guy is already inside."

"Why were you in such a rush to open it?"

Luo Fang explained, "I saw that the handsome guy was super good-looking, very much like my former idol, Brother YIF. I was afraid he’d get tired of standing, so I let him in to sit for a while."

"You... you really are boy-crazy," Liu Tulin rolled her eyes at her, not knowing what else to say.

As she spoke, a handsome figure appeared behind Luo Fang. He was a young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, tall and statuesque, with a sharp, handsome face. He wore a well-fitted white suit that exuded elegance, looking every bit like a prince charming.