Chapter 30: A Misunderstanding—I Don't Have Such Peculiar Tastes

Now, only Chen Yufeng and Lu Qiaoling remained in the hospital room.

Chen Yufeng wasted no time; he walked directly to the bedside, ready to begin treatment. However, the moment Lu Qiaoling saw someone approaching, she became agitated. Anything within her grasp was hurled at him.

“Don’t come any closer! Stay away! Get out, get out…”

Chen Yufeng knew talking to someone in her mental state was pointless. He couldn’t be bothered to waste his breath, so he quickly spent twenty points in the Divine Disk Mall to exchange for a bottle of miraculous medicine that could cure all ailments.

The elixir came in a tiny jade vial. When he uncorked it, he found only a single drop of green liquid inside.

Damn, is this supposed to be a whole bottle? It’s clearly just one drop! What a rip-off!

But he had to admit, the aroma of the green liquid was enchanting. As soon as he caught a whiff, a subtle fragrance filled his nostrils, invigorating his mind and filling him with an unexplainable sense of refreshment.

This really is a miracle elixir—even inhaling it is enough to feel its effect without even drinking it. Truly extraordinary.

“Auntie, come on, have a sip of this magic drink, will you?”

Chen Yufeng approached Lu Qiaoling with the jade vial, coaxing her as if she were a child, trying to get her to swallow the drop of divine liquid. But she wouldn’t cooperate at all, flailing her fists and beating him back to keep him away.

“Could you please cooperate? If you don’t, I’ll have to force you.”

Seeing that more than twenty seconds had already passed, Chen Yufeng had no time to waste. He decided to act and forcibly poured the elixir into her mouth.

“Get out! Stay away!” Lu Qiaoling struggled with all her might, refusing to cooperate. Chen Yufeng had no choice but to hold her hands down tightly.

In the chaos, he accidentally tore off the two buttons at the front of her blouse, exposing a large expanse of pale skin.

Though Lu Qiaoling’s mind was unsound, she was not so far gone as to be unaware of an assault. She had already been struggling, but now with her blouse torn open, her resistance grew even fiercer.

Oh, hell. This is bad. She must think I’m trying to violate her.

He couldn’t dwell on it; with a final effort, he managed, after several more seconds, to force the drop of divine liquid into her mouth.

Just then, He Meixuan, waiting outside the ward, heard the commotion and burst through the door.

She was stunned by the sight before her.

She saw that damned charlatan pinning her mother down, her mother’s blouse gaping open to reveal a large area of bare flesh, with what looked like fingernail scratches on her skin. There was no need to guess what had just happened…

He Meixuan froze for a moment, but as soon as she processed the scene, fury and hatred overtook her, and she rushed at Chen Yufeng, raining blows and kicks upon him.

“Beast! Pervert! Old lecher! How dare you do this to my mother? I’ll beat you to death…”

“Wait, this is a huge misunderstanding!” Chen Yufeng was speechless. What on earth was going on? Why did everyone assume the worst? Did she think he had such depraved tastes? He was a decent guy! Even if he did have such intentions, he’d at least choose a pretty girl.

“Mom, it’s all my fault. I never thought I’d invite a wolf into our home—a pervert like this! I’ll beat him to death to defend your honor…”

The more He Meixuan thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn’t believe that at her mother’s age, she’d be subjected to such humiliation—her reputation in ruins.

Her rage only grew, and her fists and feet struck Chen Yufeng with increasing force, blows falling on him like rain.

“Miss, you’ve got it all wrong! I’m a master with principles and a bottom line—I’d never do something so filthy! I was really trying to save your mother!” Chen Yufeng tried to explain.

“Save my mother? Is this how you save people? Let me guess—you’re going to say my mother was under some evil spell, and you were using this method to drive it out?” He Meixuan wouldn’t believe a word of it.

She’d seen news stories about charlatans who claimed to cure women with “masculine energy,” using that as a pretext to take advantage of them.

She never thought such a thing would happen to her own mother.

It was all her fault for being so naive, for bringing this fraud here.

She’d beat him to death to avenge her mother’s honor.

“I’m more wronged than Dou E!” Chen Yufeng lamented inwardly. No matter how he explained, He Meixuan wouldn’t listen, convinced he was doing something despicable. Her fists and feet kept coming. Though he was a bit annoyed, he couldn’t bring himself to fight back.

He lost count of how many blows he’d taken.

Even if she was a girl, a furious woman’s punch could hurt plenty.

“Meixuan, what’s going on?” At this moment, He Shihao and Zheng Jiancheng rushed in, with Wu Weiming close behind.

The scene that greeted them left them stunned, but they quickly understood.

“You bastard! Are you looking for death?” He Shihao saw his wife’s blouse torn open, her body exposed. It was obvious what had happened. That damned charlatan dared lay hands on his wife—he was courting death.

His fury needed no words. Rolling up his sleeves, he charged at Chen Yufeng, fists flying.

Wu Weiming, who had always hated Chen Yufeng, was delighted by the scene.

Ha! Charlatan, now your true colors are exposed.

The time for revenge had come—let’s see if you survive this.

“Uncle He, let me teach this beast a lesson!” Wu Weiming said with a sinister grin. He was eager to show off, and immediately began to kick and stomp Chen Yufeng with all his might, venting all his pent-up anger.

He wasn’t just venting his own anger—he was also standing up for He Meixuan.

It was a win-win. This incident would surely change He Meixuan’s opinion of him for the better.

Ha! Charlatan, you dared challenge me—now you’re exposed and hated by all. If you have the guts, fight me.

Damn it! It was one thing to be pummeled by a pretty girl, but this scumbag joining in was too much.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Chen Yufeng, battered by the blows from He Meixuan and her father, was seething inside. Now Wu Weiming had joined in, and there was no way he’d let him get away with it.

Quickly, Chen Yufeng browsed the Divine Disk Mall in his mind.

Who should he channel?

The Golden Arhat’s possession was good, but he’d used it several times already—boring. He decided to pick someone more impressive this time.

Suddenly, Chen Yufeng recalled a favorite historical figure—a man of great strength and overwhelming presence: the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, Xiang Yu.

Legends said he was unimaginably strong, able to lift cauldrons.

Today, he’d try channeling the Hegemon-King.

Would the Divine Disk Mall have him?

A single thought, and the system instantly displayed Xiang Yu’s profile—his combat stats were more than enough to deal with someone like Wu Weiming.

It cost only four points, even less than the Golden Arhat’s ten-minute possession. What a bargain.

“There he is—only four points? Excellent!” Chen Yufeng rejoiced, and immediately spent the points to channel the Hegemon-King of Chu.

Hegemon-King, come to me! I admire you so much—let me feel your strength.