Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1558: I Won’t Take the Blame!

Leng Qiuge tilted her head up slightly, her eyes fixed on Ye Xuan with a pouting expression, her voice deep and guttural, like a trapped beast: "Bastard, you're done for!"

The moment her words fell, Leng Qiuge made a sudden move, employing a technique known as "Scooping the Sea."

Ye Xuan's brows knitted together. He immediately drew his legs together, his lips curling into a sneer as he uttered, "Seeking your own demise!"

With that declaration, Ye Xuan unleashed both his hands in unison, executing a formidable technique called "Hand Peak Claw."

Leng Qiuge seethed with fury: "I will absolutely kill you!"

Following her outburst, Leng Qiuge surged forward.

Ye Xuan let out a sharp yell: "Ignorant woman, go to hell!"

With a swift maneuver, Ye Xuan flipped, transforming his defensive stance into an offensive advantage...

Standing at the doorway, Leng Feilong was utterly dumbfounded.

It became apparent that this supposed duel was far from a simple contest of skill!

"It's not safe to remain here, definitely not safe!"

Snapping back to his senses abruptly, Leng Feilong turned and fled, making sure to close the door with a thoughtful gesture.

As the old adage goes, one should avert their eyes from lewd spectacles and their ears from vulgar sounds. With their duel not yet reaching its peak intensity and their battle attire still intact, a hasty retreat seemed prudent.

Otherwise, a fatal outcome might ensue!

As anticipated.

Mere moments after Leng Feilong secured the door and had retreated dozens of meters, he distinctly heard a commotion erupt from within the house.

He surmised this must be the voice of his young lady.

Leng Feilong's lips twitched in amusement: "These young people nowadays truly possess no sense of shame. Even with such excellent soundproofing, it cannot contain... My dear Miss, you are the scion of the Leng Family; you really must mind your reputation!"

A wise elder once remarked that quarrels and disagreements between lovers were an unavoidable aspect of any relationship.

Many conflicts often stemmed from differing interpretations, making it nearly impossible to assign blame. In such delicate situations, the most effective resolution was frequently to... engage in a passionate exchange.

And if one instance proved insufficient... a second round would suffice.

Thus, Ye Xuan and Leng Qiuge commenced their intense exchange.

The scene that unfolded was nothing short of explosive – a raw display of untamed passion.

It was akin to two famished tigers, starved for days, finally encountering sustenance and losing all restraint, descending into a frenzy of savage intimacy.

Three hours.

A full three hours had elapsed!

The ferocious battle finally reached its conclusion, with Ye Xuan emerging as the undisputed victor of this intimate duel.

This was, in large part, because Leng Qiuge had conceded defeat two hours prior, a surrender Ye Xuan had obstinately refused to acknowledge...

The tempest had subsided, the rain had ceased.

A warm, golden light bathed the spacious and immaculate room, imbuing it with an atmosphere of tender romance. Within this sanctuary, the pair, Ye Xuan and Leng Qiuge, occupied separate sides of the bed, exuding an aura of mutual disdain, as incompatible as oil and water.

Snap!

The sharp sound of a cigarette being lit shattered the peculiar silence.

Ye Xuan took a deep drag, a subtle smile gracing his lips, and softly declared: "You lost."

Leng Qiuge cast a sidelong glance, her expression unreadable, devoid of both sadness and anger. She retorted, "I do not accept this outcome."

Ye Xuan responded, "Refusal does not alter the reality of the situation."

Leng Qiuge countered, "Grant me one day to prepare myself, and I assure you, I will defeat you tomorrow."

Ye Xuan stated, "As dawn breaks, I will be returning to East Sea."

Leng Qiuge appeared momentarily taken aback, then pursed her lips before saying, "Considering your commendable performance just now, if you were to extend an invitation, I might grace you with my presence and stay in East Sea for a short while."

Ye Xuan simply shook his head. "There is no need for you to grace me with your presence."

Leng Qiuge: "..."

Ye Xuan, you absolute scoundrel!

Leng Qiuge felt utterly exasperated; what kind of predicament was this?

She had already made the most significant concession possible, and at this very moment, if he had merely nodded in agreement without uttering another word, she would have naturally returned with him. Yet... he had met her offer with this dismissive response?

Ye Xuan, you did that deliberately, didn't you?

This was a textbook display of emotional detachment!

Leng Qiuge clenched her delicate fist, her eyes blazing as she glared at Ye Xuan, grinding her teeth with such intensity that she appeared ready to consume him whole.

Her desire was to devour him entirely, not merely a portion!

Ye Xuan, noticing the fierce intensity of Leng Qiuge's gaze, chuckled inwardly twice. He shrugged and stated, "Whether you choose to journey to East Sea is entirely your prerogative. If you decide to accompany me, you are welcome at any time; if you opt not to, I will not compel you, hence there is no need for you to feel obligated to grace me with your presence."

"You..."

Leng Qiuge was so incensed that words failed her; what else could she possibly say?

What she had truly desired was for Ye Xuan to entreat her, but this man seemed so utterly unwilling – what recourse did she have?

Would she truly be forced to retreat in dejection? Recalling the resolute and unburdened manner in which she had departed two months prior, Leng Qiuge felt a pang of regret so sharp it almost brought her to tears.

If only I had foreseen this outcome, why did I act so rashly back then!

Ye Xuan, you have wounded me profoundly!

With a slight twitch of her mouth, Leng Qiuge fixed Ye Xuan with a furious glare and declared, "Ye Xuan, you are not a man!"

"How could I not be a man?" Ye Xuan’s sword-like eyebrows tilted slightly, displeasure coloring his tone: "Qiuge, you should speak with a clear conscience—wasn’t my performance just now sufficiently manly?"

Leng Qiuge’s cheeks reddened, and biting her teeth, she retorted: "You are simply not a man!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Ye Xuan was rendered utterly speechless: "Then tell me, in what specific way am I lacking as a man? If you cannot articulate it, then tonight, I shall settle this matter!"

Leng Qiuge pouted, declaring: "You lack responsibility."

Ye Xuan was taken aback: "In what manner do I lack responsibility?"

"Do you even possess any responsibility?" Leng Qiuge’s voice rose in anger: "You slept with me, used me until I was spent, and then simply walked away, showing no concern for whether I lived or died. After I departed, you made no effort to find me—how is that not a profound lack of responsibility?"

Ye Xuan stood in stunned silence.

After a considerable pause, Ye Xuan finally regained his composure. His eyes widened, fixing an incredulous gaze upon Leng Qiuge: "Qiuge, please do not speak falsehoods so brazenly, alright? It was you who clearly left without a word of goodbye, even inscribing a letter for me, imploring me to forget you and to cease my search—so resolute and unfeeling. With such words spoken, how could I possibly dare to seek you out?"

"You would truly refrain from looking for me simply because I asked you not to?"

Leng Qiuge let out an indignant huff: "If your feelings for me were genuine, if you truly loved me, you should have searched for me!"

"Good grief!"

Ye Xuan exclaimed, perceiving Leng Qiuge as utterly unreasonable!

She had penned such a parting note, leaving him with the distinct impression that seeking her would be an act of disrespect. He had considered her feelings and granted her the freedom she seemingly desired, refraining from pursuit; and now, this was his transgression?

Ah, women! Such is the perplexing nature of women!

"Have you no words left to counter my accusations?"

Observing Ye Xuan’s astonishment, Leng Qiuge felt a surge of inner comfort. With a less-than-pleasant tone, she continued: "You heartless wretch, I think of you every single day; during your time on the battlefield, I barely slept for over a week; when you courted trouble with the Ji Family, I was on the verge of rushing back to offer aid; whenever you traveled to foreign lands, my sole hope was that you would visit Barcelona each day... you have truly, profoundly disappointed me!"

"I..."

Ye Xuan felt a lump in his throat, a thousand unspoken grievances welling up.

He had been unjustly accused!

Leng Qiuge, you are truly a capricious spirit, your thoughts an enigma even to the gods. During those two months, you offered not the slightest hint of your true desires, so how could I, even with divine insight, have divined your inner turmoil?

I vehemently refuse to bear this unwarranted blame!