My Rich Wife Chapter 2: The Girl of His Dreams

The vehicle glided smoothly along the road, heading directly to the hospital.

"Miss, the mayor of Jiangcheng along with the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce wishes to invite you for a dinner," the secretary next to Yan Ruoxue said.

In an instant, Yan Ruoxue returned to her typical cold demeanor.

With a serious expression, she answered, "Decline them. Get Qin Yu to the hospital right away."

The secretary grinned playfully and teased, "Miss, are you seriously considering marrying that worthless guy?"

Hearing this, Yan Ruoxue glared at him sharply.

"What? Are you attempting to instruct me on what to do?" Yan Ruoxue retorted.

His face paled instantly, and he inwardly cursed himself, saying, "Sorry, Miss. I spoke out of turn."

Then, Yan Ruoxue covered her mouth with her hand and coughed hard.

"Miss, you need to take your medication now," the secretary quickly pointed out.

"Keep driving!" Yan Ruoxue ignored him completely and ordered flatly.

At her command, the car raced toward the hospital.

Meanwhile, Qin Yu, lost in unconsciousness, felt as though he were trapped in a dream.

Within the dream, darkness enveloped everything, no matter which direction he turned.

In that blackness, a man gazed at Qin Yu with a stoic expression.

He possessed a majestic build and an overwhelming presence, resembling a deity. Merely looking at him stirred an intense desire to bow in reverence.

"W-where am I, and who might you be?" Qin Yu asked, his voice trembling with fear.

The man pivoted toward Qin Yu, locking eyes with him directly.

"I never imagined my son would turn out so useless," the man sighed.

Son? What could that mean?

Those words pierced Qin Yu's heart like a dagger.

He had no memory of his parents since his first awareness.

It was only expected that he yearned for a family's warmth.

Though he didn't recognize the figure ahead, an inexplicable bond tugged at him.

"A-are you my father? Dad, I've missed you terribly..." Qin Yu reached out, desperate to touch him, but his hand passed straight through.

"A true man stands tall by thirty. I shall pass on all my wisdom to you now. This is your legacy," the man declared icily.

"Should you remain a failure, the Yan family will surely support you forever. But I won't ever visit.

"If you possess true grit, no obstacle in this world can hold you back!

"And I eagerly await our reunion."

Once he finished speaking, the world around Qin Yu started to shatter.

Seeing this, Qin Yu cried out desperately, "Dad! Don't leave, Dad!"

But his pleas couldn't halt the vanishing scene.

Overwhelmed with grief, Qin Yu collapsed to his knees, weeping bitterly.

Even in a dream, he wished to glimpse his parents as others did, to share his struggles with them.

Yet, regardless of his efforts, the vision faded into oblivion.

Before long, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind.

They included sacred medical knowledge, cultivation techniques, mystical skills, and beyond.

At that moment, a vibrant turquoise Qi (energy) gradually entered his dantian (the place where life force is located).

His awareness faded before he could respond.

When he awoke, he found himself on a luxurious king-sized bed.

A long-haired girl with elegant, slim legs sat nearby.

"You're awake at last!" Yan Ruoxue examined Qin Yu closely, as if peering into his soul.

Startled, Qin Yu sat up abruptly and stammered nervously, "W-who are you?"

Not ready to reveal her true self yet, Yan Ruoxue said, "I'm Ruoxue. I spotted you collapsed on the street and decided to help on impulse.

"It's odd, though. The doctor couldn't find anything wrong with you." Yan Ruoxue's eyes sparkled with intrigue as she studied him.

Qin Yu furrowed his brow slightly and whispered, "So, it really wasn't merely a dream?"

Shutting his eyes, Qin Yu reflected deeply.

As anticipated, the memories persisted, seamlessly integrating with his own. This was incredible!

The Qi in his dantian showed no signs of fading whatsoever!

"Everything about this is genuine!" A spark of hope ignited in Qin Yu's previously despair-filled heart.

The sacred medical texts and cultivation methods promised to transform his wretched existence.

"I rescued you, but you haven't thanked me yet? What's with your manners?" Yan Ruoxue remarked, rolling her eyes.

Snapping back, Qin Yu stood quickly. He bowed to Yan Ruoxue and said awkwardly, "M-Miss Ruoxue, thank you for saving me."

Yan Ruoxue laughed at his awkward display.

For reasons she couldn't pinpoint, she found this foolish man somewhat endearing.

"Fine, no need to worry. I was only joking." Yan Ruoxue dismissed it with a wave.

As she spoke, Yan Ruoxue clutched her mouth and coughed fiercely.

Right then, a man dressed in medical attire entered.

"Miss, it's time for your pills," the doctor advised, holding a medical kit.

Yan Ruoxue agreed with a nod.

A cup of warm water sat on the table. The doctor then pulled out an array of pills from the kit.

Watching Yan Ruoxue, insights from the sacred medical scrolls raced through Qin Yu's thoughts.

Excitement bubbled within Qin Yu at the unfolding events.

After a moment's doubt, he stepped closer and inquired, "Miss Ruoxue, are you unwell?"

Yan Ruoxue glanced at him sidelong and replied offhandedly, "Yes. I've suffered from asthma since childhood."

Asthma!

Treatment approaches for asthma instantly surfaced in Qin Yu's mind.

However, lacking assurance, Qin Yu hesitated to voice them.

He stayed frozen, observing as Yan Ruoxue ingested every pill on the table.

Even so, her condition didn't ease after downing all the medication.

Witnessing this, Qin Yu drew a steadying breath to build his resolve. He advanced and proposed, "Miss Ruoxue, may I attempt to assist? I believe I can heal your illness."

His statement brought a flicker of surprise to Yan Ruoxue's beautiful eyes.

Moments later, she smiled lightly, "Asthma is untreatable. Are you saying you can't grasp something that basic?"

Qin Yu hastened to explain, "I'm not sure how to put it into words. But... I really want to try. It could succeed..."

At this, Yan Ruoxue's eyebrows drew together.

The doctor nearby sneered, "Listen, you're no physician. So, how exactly do you intend to fix it?"

Qin Yu's cheeks burned crimson instantly. He shifted uncomfortably.

"I've seen too many like you. You're just after Miss Ruoxue, hoping to exploit her," the doctor went on.

"If I'm correct, your so-called treatment requires skin contact, doesn't it?"

Qin Yu's jaw dropped. Swallowing hard, he admitted, "That's correct..."

"Hahaha. See, miss? This guy's nothing more than a perverted creep," the doctor mocked.

Yan Ruoxue's face darkened.

She fixed Qin Yu with a stern stare and cautioned, "Do you realize the price of trying to take advantage of me?"

Qin Yu rushed to defend himself, "No, that's not it at all. I wasn't planning to exploit you. I can truly cure your ailment. I'm serious."

"Hmph! You're talking nonsense," the doctor scorned.

"Asthma may not be deadly, but it's a lifelong affliction! Complete cure is impossible! Everyone knows that! Miss, I recommend we sever his hand and toss him out!" the doctor pressed on.

Yan Ruoxue stayed quiet, appraising Qin Yu carefully.

No one could tell her thoughts.

"I'll grant you one opportunity," Yan Ruoxue declared eventually.

"However, if it fails, you'll regret it deeply," she added with a sly wink.

Though aware Yan Ruoxue was no ordinary woman, Qin Yu brimmed with certainty then.

Moreover, he itched to verify if the sacred medical scrolls' wisdom held true.

"Okay!" Qin Yu agreed vigorously.

"Miss, are you sure about letting him try? It's clear he's just—"

"Be quiet!" Yan Ruoxue snapped, cutting the doctor off.

The doctor fell silent at once. He lingered aside, though begrudgingly quiet.

"What do I need to do, Doctor Qin?" Yan Ruoxue inquired teasingly.

Qin Yu's face heated up as he mumbled, "I-I'll need to put my hand on your chest..."

After saying it, Qin Yu flushed from his face to his neck.

Head down, he caught sight of Yan Ruoxue's smooth cleavage, a captivating view.