Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1556: Easing Your Longing

Ye Xuan stood there, utterly bewildered, asking, "What's happening?"

"What's happening? Can't you already tell?" Leng Feilong exclaimed, his voice strained with distress, "The young lady is taking all her pent-up frustration with you out on me!"

"Qiuge's frustration with me?" Ye Xuan echoed, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"She's upset that you've only just arrived in Barcelona, upset that you didn't come to see her personally tonight, upset that you can't seem to grasp the feelings in her heart." Leng Feilong spoke with a near tearful tone, "You have no idea, ever since the young lady arrived in Barcelona, she's had you on her mind almost every single day.

For two whole months, I had to update her on your situation daily, down to the most trivial details like how many times you visited the washroom.

The young lady would never admit she was worried about you. There was one time I actually believed her and didn't relay information about you; the consequence was that I suffered from crippling diarrhea for three consecutive days!

Another incident was even more extreme; I simply forgot to mention that you had porridge for breakfast, and the young lady, under the pretense of 'exercise,' made me responsible for cleaning all twenty-three floors of the Company for an entire week, a full week!"

Leng Feilong couldn't seem to stop his outpouring of grievances.

Those two months had undoubtedly been the bleakest period of his life.

Initially, he had harbored a hope that the Young Miss would eventually move on from Ye Xuan, considering the latter's exceptionally dangerous nature and the wisdom of keeping a distance.

However, as time passed, he found himself genuinely wishing for the Young Miss to pursue her love interest.

Young people, after all, place love above all else – love is an invincible force!

Leng Feilong cried out with a deep, resonant voice, "Mr. Ye, I implore you, please, take our Young Miss with you. I will personally handle any repercussions from the Family Head and the Young Master. I am willing to risk my life to ensure your love story unfolds without any obstacles!"

Upon hearing Leng Feilong's heartfelt plea, Ye Xuan remained in a state of profound shock for a considerable duration, his thoughts unable to reorient themselves.

The sheer volume of information was overwhelming; he needed time to process it all.

What could it all mean?

Judging by the old man's fervent attitude, was he actually urging him to escort Leng Qiuge away from Barcelona? And the underlying reason was that Leng Qiuge's current behavior, her contradictory statements of not wanting something while desperately desiring it, was a manifestation of her inner turmoil?

This interpretation aligned disturbingly well with Leng Qiuge's actions today.

If Leng Feilong hadn't been exaggerating the hardships he endured over the past two months, then the frustration and cold demeanor Leng Qiuge displayed today seemed, in retrospect, somewhat understandable.

A psychologist once observed that individuals intensely craving another's attention often resort to the most extreme behaviors to achieve it. Some might seek to overtly showcase themselves, while others might engage in extreme self-deprecation.

It was evident that Leng Qiuge's chosen tactic was to invert her true feelings and desires, a strategy that effectively amounted to diminishing herself.

And Leng Feilong, serving as her personal attendant and a veteran within the Leng Family, certainly wouldn't fabricate such a tale purely out of personal sentiment.

This meant…

Ye Xuan's eyebrows shot upwards in a sudden realization, and he urgently inquired, "Where is she?"

"She's at home, she's at home!" Leng Feilong's face lit up with overwhelming joy, "Mr. Ye, I'll take you there immediately! You absolutely must take our Young Miss away!"

Ye Xuan felt a pang of awkwardness.

The sheer torment Leng Qiuge must have inflicted upon Leng Feilong during these past two months to render him this anxious and fearful, ceaselessly reminding him of the situation in nearly every sentence, was truly considerable.

...

This residence stood as one of Barcelona's most exquisite villas.

To describe it merely as a villa seemed inadequate; 'estate' would be a more fitting term, sprawling across ten acres, its grandeur echoed by its picturesque location nestled between mountains and waterways, adorned with lush flora. The brightly illuminated structure, visible from afar, exuded an aura of refined luxury that could easily inspire envy.

Many individuals spend their entire lives harboring the dream of residing in such a secluded yet magnificent dwelling.

However, the disparities of the world often leave this dream unfulfilled for the majority, while a select few, born into privilege, attain such a lifestyle without any effort.

Leng Qiuge was precisely one of these fortunate individuals.

At this very moment, she reclined languidly on the sofa within the villa's grand hall. Recently showered, she was clad in delicate lace pajamas, the soft light catching glimpses of her fair skin, creating an exceptionally alluring spectacle.

Her relaxed posture only amplified her captivating charm.

"Every quiet night, it becomes hard to resist thinking of someone I shouldn't be dwelling on. When they are absent, I find myself missing them. Even when they are present, my thoughts still drift towards them. When will this relentless cycle finally cease?"

Gazing absently at the ceiling, Leng Qiuge let out a soft sigh, "He doesn't truly care for you. Why do you persist in thinking about him? If he harbored any true affection, he would have come for you today; if his care were genuine, he should have arrived two months ago..."

With a sorrowful shake of her head, Leng Qiuge raised her wine glass towards the opulent ceiling light. Bathed in its glow, the red wine within appeared strikingly vibrant, its hue reminiscent of freshly spilled blood.

"Wine can be forsaken, smoke can be abandoned, but you, I find myself incapable of quitting, no matter the circumstance; is this truly fate? Destined from birth to be the perpetual obstacle in my life?"

A mournful smile graced Leng Qiuge's lips as she prepared to drain the entire glass of wine in one swift motion.

Perhaps the sole merit of alcohol lies in its ability to help one drown their sorrows during times of sadness and distress; if one glass isn't enough, then have another.

For the past two months, Leng Qiuge had been living this way.

Tonight was no different.

However, this particular glass was yet to reach her lips.

As if appearing out of nowhere, a large hand swiftly and audaciously snatched the glass away before Leng Qiuge could even react.

Leng Qiuge furrowed her brows, her face a mask of astonishment.

Ye Xuan's mocking laughter followed: "Leng Qiuge, you're almost thirty, yet you're acting like a lovesick teenager, so childish and meddlesome. Don't you feel any shame?"

It was then that Leng Qiuge truly noticed Ye Xuan's form—lean and tall, his demeanor casual yet emanating a rare sharpness, quite captivating under the ambient lights.

Leng Qiuge was almost entranced.

Fortunately, she hadn't consumed too much yet, allowing her to quickly regain her composure.

Shifting into a more alluring posture, Leng Qiuge reclined on the sofa, her gaze fixed on Ye Xuan. A playful smile touched her lips as she said, "Breaking into private property and stealing my belongings, you're committing a crime."

Ye Xuan simply shrugged: "Then call the police and have me arrested."

Leng Qiuge pursed her lips: "You think I wouldn't dare?"

"You certainly would dare," Ye Xuan replied with a smile. "But I doubt you'd have the heart to do it."

"Have the heart? Why wouldn't I?" Leng Qiuge countered. "To me, you're merely an insignificant person. Whether you live or die wouldn't affect me in the slightest. I have no reason to show you any leniency."

Ye Xuan merely smiled without uttering another word, clearly uninterested in this trivial exchange with Leng Qiuge.

Observing Ye Xuan's indifferent demeanor, Leng Qiuge felt a surge of irritation; this man remained as sharp as ever!

With a twitch of her lips, Leng Qiuge inquired coldly, "Why have you come here?"

"I didn't initially intend to come," Ye Xuan replied, tilting his head slightly. "But someone suddenly sought me out, claiming you missed me dearly. Considering the saying 'a hundred days of marriage means a lifetime of connection,' and that we once shared wild times together, I thought I'd come over to alleviate your longing."