Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1513: You’re Not a Woman, You’re a Goddess!

"They need to make a choice?" Liu Ying questioned, puzzled. "Old Li is known for his caution. Shouldn't he choose to lie low and observe at this point?"

It was clear that Liu Ying had some grasp of their current predicament.

Ye Xuan, with a slight smile, shook his head. "Being cautious doesn't mean holding back. The wise make the right decisions at opportune moments."

Liu Ying fell into silent contemplation.

Ye Xuan cast a glance her way and said with a smile, "Put on some clothes. It won't be long before Li Xiyuan comes looking for us."

Liu Ying blinked, then playfully mumbled, "You want me to go out and meet people wearing that dress you completely ruined?"

Ye Xuan blinked in surprise and looked, only to realize the dress was indeed beyond repair.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

Both of them froze.

Liu Ying quickly scrambled back under the covers, shooting Ye Xuan a resentful look, clearly blaming him for not procuring new attire for her in advance.

Ye Xuan awkwardly ran a hand through his hair, then donned his clothes and proceeded to open the door.

The moment the door swung open, Ye Xuan's eyes met an absolutely captivating figure.

Magnificent.

Indeed, the word 'magnificent' was an incredibly fitting description for Li Xiyuan.

Standing a little over 1.7 meters tall, she possessed long, perfectly straight, shapely legs, a figure that flowed with curves and a slender waist, complemented by fair skin and striking beauty. Born into one of the prominent families, she perpetually exuded an air of nobility, projecting a powerful aura and a goddess-like charm.

Her presence was high and mighty, elegant and almost sacred.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but openly admire Li Xiyuan, his gaze bold, unrestrained, and full of daring.

Li Xiyuan's brow furrowed slightly, displeased with Ye Xuan's intense scrutiny, a primary reason for her considerable dislike of him.

Turning her beautiful eyes away, Li Xiyuan opted not to engage with Ye Xuan's gaze and casually stated, "My grandfather wishes for you to join him for tea."

"Tea? That sounds fine." Ye Xuan, partially concealed behind the door, offered an awkward smile. "But before we have tea, could you perhaps do me a small favor?"

Li Xiyuan offered no verbal reply, merely raising her hand.

Instantly, a bodyguard clad in black, positioned three meters distant, presented a shopping bag.

Li Xiyuan nonchalantly handed the shopping bag to Ye Xuan and uttered icily, "See that she hurries."

Ye Xuan accepted the shopping bag and peeked inside, revealing an exquisite and clearly expensive dress.

"Wow!"

Ye Xuan exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide as he looked at Li Xiyuan. "I never imagined, Li Xiyuan, that you truly understand me!"

Li Xiyuan was, in essence, Ye Xuan's kindred spirit.

No, she was practically the invisible thread connected to Ye Xuan's very core!

Their acquaintance was brief, having met only a handful of times. While they couldn't be labeled complete strangers, they were certainly far from close.

Yet, astonishingly, before Ye Xuan could even voice his need, Li Xiyuan had provided exactly what was required.

What significance did this hold?

Had Li Xiyuan already discerned his prior activities with Liu Ying? Could she anticipate his intentions towards Liu Ying?

More than a guess, she seemed certain. Otherwise, why would she present a dress?

At this precise moment, Ye Xuan felt an earnest urge to pose a question to Li Xiyuan.

"Li Xiyuan, when exactly did you infiltrate my consciousness? Please refrain from re-entering my personal life!"

Meanwhile, Li Xiyuan, observing Ye Xuan's expression as if he had encountered a revelation from another world, frowned with evident disgust.

Detestable individuals are invariably like this; regardless of the expression they adopt or the words they utter, it invariably strikes one as irritating.

Of course, Li Xiyuan firmly believed that the root cause was Ye Xuan's incorrigible roguish nature, which otherwise would have prevented her from harboring such strong prejudiced feelings.

Li Xiyuan pursed her lips, her face stern. "I am quite occupied, with no time to linger here. Make haste."

Ye Xuan gathered his thoughts and cast a scornful glance at Li Xiyuan. "Quite attractive, but it's a shame you possess so little romance, not even like a typical woman."

Having delivered this remark.

Bang!

Ye Xuan decisively shut the door, leaving Li Xiyuan standing outside.

Li Xiyuan remained outside, momentarily stunned. Despite her composed demeanor, her mouth couldn't help but twitch, and her small fists clenched tightly.

Who is 'not like a woman'?

Who is 'not like a woman'?

As if sensing an unseen presence, Li Xiyuan abruptly turned her head, her gaze piercing like a sword toward her flank, fixing on the man standing in black.

The countenance of the man in black shifted dramatically, his pupils contracting, a pervasive chill seizing his entire being instantly.

Li Xiyuan inquired coldly, "Do you share the same sentiment?"

The man in black numbly inclined his head.

A dangerous aura emanated from Li Xiyuan.

The man in black hastily interjected, "My meaning is... Miss, you are not merely a woman; you are a goddess, an absolute goddess!"

"Hmph."

Li Xiyuan emitted a soft snort, finally relenting.

Gradually regaining her composure, yet still feeling a sense of vexation, she questioned herself: since when had she begun to attach importance to the opinions of others, particularly from someone as unconventional and shameless as Ye Xuan?

Li Xiyuan, you have indeed changed...

Just as Li Xiyuan found herself lost in contemplation, the door creaked open once more.

Ye Xuan and Liu Ying emerged sequentially.

Upon witnessing Liu Ying's graceful and captivating figure, Li Xiyuan couldn't help but stare, momentarily lost for words. Even as a woman herself, she experienced fleeting moments of less-than-pure thoughts.

Few women in existence could rival the stunning beauty of Li Xiyuan; Liu Ying was undoubtedly one such individual. However, this sense of awe quickly dissipated as Li Xiyuan's gaze fell upon Ye Xuan in her peripheral vision, making her feel that nothing else mattered. When one is intimate with someone like Ye Xuan, even the most beautiful woman becomes ordinary. "Hmph." For reasons unknown, Li Xiyuan let out another snort before turning and departing. Ye Xuan touched his nose and then remarked to Liu Ying, "Truly, an exceptional woman requires a contrast; in comparison to her, Xiao Ying, you possess such gentleness and loveliness." What does it matter if she's a celestial being? Is she not far superior to a woman as cold as an ice sculpture? That is, excluding Lin Tong... Li Xiyuan faltered in her stride, almost losing her balance. Ye Xuan, you insufferable man, why does it matter if I am gentle or lovely to you? Did I take your sustenance or drain your drink? Recalling the impromptu marriage proposal her grandfather had casually mentioned the previous night, Li Xiyuan felt a surge of fury threatening to overwhelm her. To propose marriage to someone like Ye Xuan, her grandfather actually dared to do such a thing? Even if I, Li Xiyuan, were to be paired with a swine, I could never accept this scoundrel! ... This marked Ye Xuan's second entry into the Li Family's estate. The initial visit occurred months prior, when Old Li was afflicted by poison and teetering on the brink, and Ye Xuan's timely and heroic intervention led to the introduction of Mo Qingfeng, his former disciple. Not to forget Mo Lan, the spirited grand-disciple under his tutelage... Today's visit was one of remembrance. With Li Xiyuan leading the way, Ye Xuan and Liu Ying proceeded swiftly into a villa that was both understated and opulent. If her memory served her correctly, this should be Li Xiyuan's personal residence. "This is my home," Li Xiyuan stated, gazing at Liu Ying with a rare smile. "You may rest here for a bit; we shall share lunch together later." "Understood." Liu Ying gave a nod, speaking minimally. She too was a woman of refinement, and even Li Xiyuan felt no inclination to fabricate a connection between them.