Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1555: Please Take Her Away

A full week had passed since Leng Qiuge departed without a word, yet Ye Xuan had scoured the globe for her, ultimately locating her in Barcelona.

However, Ye Xuan had hesitated to appear.

He’d been concerned about disrupting Leng Qiuge’s peace and harbored fears of precisely this kind of outcome.

A common saying suggests that love doesn't always equate to possession; seeing the beloved live well is sometimes sufficient.

Despite this, Ye Xuan found himself unable to maintain his distance.

Consequently, he made his way to Barcelona.

Was his presence in Barcelona truly necessary for signing a strategic cooperation agreement with Carter?

Certainly not.

Such an agreement could easily have been handled by another signatory for the Eastern Group, or he could have signed it himself and departed promptly. Ultimately, Ye Xuan’s journey was driven by a personal desire.

He yearned to see Leng Qiuge again.

He hadn’t anticipated that their reunion would unfold in such a manner; the very situation he dreaded most had come to pass.

"Phew!"

Standing in the suite’s spacious living area, Ye Xuan gazed out at the stunning nocturnal cityscape, drew a deep drag from his cigarette, and released the smoke in a heavy sigh.

The thick plumes that escaped his lips did little to dissipate the melancholy weighing on his heart.

Who ever claimed smoking eased one's worries?

Smoking doesn't banish troubles; it merely sharpens the mind, intensifying the turmoil within one's soul.

"Enough. Rather than cling to this pain, it’s better to let it go, granting her tranquility and liberty." Having consumed an entire pack, Ye Xuan shook his head, resolving to retire to his room.

But just then.

The doorbell chimed.

Ye Xuan paused, approached the door, and opened it.

Before him stood a man with a hunched posture.

It was Leng Feilong, who had accompanied Leng Qiuge to the banquet earlier.

Ye Xuan blinked in surprise, his gaze questioning as he looked at Leng Feilong. "What brings you here?"

"Mr. Ye."

Leng Feilong let out a profound sigh, his expression a mixture of anguish and resignation. "I implore you, take my young lady away. My aged body can no longer manage this situation!"

The scene shifts back two hours.

Leng Qiuge had departed the banquet in visibly poor spirits, heading directly for her opulent Maybach.

Leng Feilong settled into the driver’s seat, his tone cheerful. "Miss, where shall we be going?"

"Where do you think? Home!" Leng Qiuge retorted, her voice sharp with anger.

"Home?" Leng Feilong appeared taken aback. "Are we not scheduled to meet Mr. and Mrs. Ye Xuan?"

"What is there to see? I hardly know them." Leng Qiuge pouted. "Must I, the eldest daughter of the Leng Family, resort to shamelessly seeking their favor?"

"That is indeed a valid point."

Leng Feilong nodded, initiating the car’s movement towards their residence.

He recognized that his young lady’s words masked her true feelings, but as a subordinate, direct intervention was usually ill-advised. What if she genuinely wished to go home?

Thus, Leng Feilong found himself in a predicament.

The moment the car began to move, Leng Qiuge leaned forward from the rear seat, fixing Leng Feilong with a silent, scrutinizing gaze.

Leng Feilong’s heart jolted.

Through the survival instincts honed over the past two months, he sensed an impending storm.

Leng Feilong managed a strained smile, avoiding Leng Qiuge’s eyes. "Miss, you... what are you doing?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking, Uncle Leng, you’re quite the expert, aren't you? Perhaps we could have a spar once we arrive home?" Leng Qiuge proposed with a smile.

Leng Feilong was aghast. "Miss, that absolutely cannot be!"

Leng Qiuge’s brow furrowed. "Are you implying I am too weak?"

"Certainly not!" Leng Feilong exclaimed in alarm. "I merely consider that, given your esteemed position, engaging in combat with someone of my station would be inappropriate!"

"Rank is irrelevant; in my eyes, you've always been like family!" Leng Qiuge insisted, her tone willful. "I don't care. Tonight, I simply wish for a fight. If you refuse, I'll seek out Barcelona's finest assassin for a duel."

Leng Feilong felt a wave of fear.

Simultaneously, he understood.

Leng Feilong responded quickly, "Miss, we haven’t traveled far. How about... we turn back now?"

"Turn back for what reason?" Leng Qiuge questioned. "Did I not say? Merely observing the two of them as a couple is not enough to make me yield!"

A woman whose words contradicted her intentions!

Leng Feilong grasped the situation once more.

His young lady desperately desired Ye Xuan to engage in a forceful display, preferably by whisking her back to Yan Country in a show of valiant masculinity. She wished to preserve her dignity while simultaneously fearing Ye Xuan might not pursue her.

Faced with this dilemma, what course of action should Leng Feilong take?

The solution: Invite Ye Xuan!

Unfortunately, his realization came a moment too late.

And so, Leng Feilong, filled with regret but resigned, could only steel himself and agree: "Since Miss has this free time, then... then I shall accompany you on this endeavor."

Leng Feilong understood that a single misstep could lead to lifelong regret, and his carelessness tonight had already displeased the unpredictable young lady. He knew he couldn't prevent her from having her way and venting her frustrations.

Consequently, Leng Feilong engaged in a sparring match with Leng Qiuge.

As the foremost expert within the Leng Family, he found himself completely outmatched and utterly defenseless against the unarmed Leng Qiuge.

Enduring a physical confrontation was one thing; Leng Feilong could manage that.

The true difficulty lay in the fact that the beating only seemed to make the young lady more displeased.

To appease the young lady, Leng Feilong was compelled to employ a variety of feigned techniques, enduring the onslaught while simultaneously putting on an Oscar-worthy performance.

"Young Miss, behold my Golden Bell Shield!"

"And now, witness my Iron Cloth Shirt!"

"Do not forget the Vajra Unbreakable Divine Skill!"

"Ah! Young Miss, you are truly formidable. Even my invincible Seven Injuries Fist could not inflict the slightest harm upon you. I concede defeat!"

"Young Miss, I genuinely admit defeat; please cease this assault!"

"..."

One hour.

A full sixty minutes!

By the conclusion of their bout, Leng Feilong's Golden Bell Shield, Iron Cloth Shirt, and Vajra Unbreakable Divine Skill had been genuinely shattered by Leng Qiuge's relentless strikes with a stick, leaving him bruised and battered.

Following the entirely one-sided sparring session, Leng Feilong offered a few placating words before hastily departing alone to seek out Ye Xuan.

Upon encountering Ye Xuan, this elder, who had witnessed the passage of many years, finally succumbed to tears, weeping like a helpless child.

"Esteemed Mr. Ye, I implore you, please take our young lady away!"

"Mr. Ye, saving a life holds greater merit than constructing a seven-tiered pagoda. You are a benevolent soul; please do not turn a blind eye to my plight!"

"Mr. Ye, our young lady can truly only be managed by you. Observe my advanced age, sir; have mercy upon this old man and take her away. I beg you, please take her!"

"..."

Ye Xuan was utterly perplexed by the situation.

What was transpiring?

Before Ye Xuan could regain his composure, Leng Feilong, increasingly overcome with emotion, even gestured as if to kneel before Ye Xuan, completely abandoning his dignity.

Ye Xuan quickly intervened, preventing Leng Feilong from kneeling, and looked at him with utter bewilderment. "Sir, surely it does not need to come to this? What precisely occurred? Why are you so grievously wounded...?"

"Please do not speak of it, Mr. Ye; you cannot fathom the ferocity of our young lady when she decides to strike!"

Leng Feilong continued, his voice thick with sobs and tears: "Simply because I failed to comprehend the young lady's feelings tonight and brought her straight home, instead of visiting you first, she proceeded to beat me for an entire hour—a complete hour!"