The date for the Sino-Western Medicine Exchange Conference was set for July 30th. Jiang Fei wasn’t the type to wait until the last minute to make a move—otherwise, the old-timers from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association would probably be tearing their hair out in anxiety.
So, two days early, he flew to the capital with Ye Yuanyuan.
“Where are you planning to go? Don’t tell me you’re sticking with me?” Jiang Fei asked.
The two of them had just stepped out of the airport. Jiang Fei glanced at Ye Yuanyuan, who was as carefree as ever—not even carrying a backpack.
Hearing the obvious disdain in Jiang Fei’s voice, Ye Yuanyuan’s eyebrows twitched. If anyone else had spoken to her like that, they’d probably have been punched already.
Ye Yuanyuan had no intention of sticking around with Jiang Fei anyway. She was in the capital on a mission—to capture the “Poison King,” Wu Xuelian, and uncover the mastermind behind the poisoning of her grandfather. She had a lot to do in the next few days, and her arrangements were already set. There was no way she’d waste time wandering around with Jiang Fei.
But his tone still annoyed her. She glared at him. “We came together, so of course I’m following you. Where else would I stay?”
Jiang Fei blinked. He couldn’t tell if she was joking—in his experience, this “big-eyed flat-chested girl” wasn’t the joking type…
Wait. Actually, the nickname “flat-chested” wasn’t accurate anymore.
Thanks to Jiang Fei’s medicinal rice wine and prescriptions (though without massage or acupuncture), Ye Yuanyuan’s underdeveloped chest had finally started growing. It still wasn’t up to the national average for women, let alone her ideal size, but at least there was now a slight curve—about the same as a typical fifteen-year-old girl’s.
Jiang Fei waved his hand dismissively. “I live in a single-room apartment. There’s no space for you. If you’re really stuck, I can book you a hotel room.”
Bai Ruoxi would be picking him up soon. It was the weekend, and after two weeks apart, they’d be inseparable—maybe even bedridden. If Ye Yuanyuan tagged along as a third wheel, how was he supposed to enjoy his private time?
Seeing Jiang Fei’s blatant rejection, Ye Yuanyuan gritted her teeth, her pretty face twitching in irritation. Did he really think she was some kind of clingy burden?
As if she’d actually want to follow him!
She was the young mistress of the Ye family—did he really think she couldn’t find a place to stay in the capital? The nerve of this guy!
Couldn’t he at least pretend to be polite? Even if he had plans, she wasn’t actually going to intrude!
Her fists clenched, and she briefly considered sucker-punching him to vent her frustration.
But then Jiang Fei’s eyes suddenly lit up, his face breaking into a dazzling, heart-melting smile—one that made her anger waver.
What’s with that smile? It was like… sunshine after rain, as those cheesy elementary school essays described.
Ye Yuanyuan quickly turned and followed his gaze. Walking toward them was the beautiful young woman who had taken care of Jiang Fei back at Jincheng Hospital.
Bai Ruoxi—his official girlfriend, even more legitimate than Lin Jasmine.
Ye Yuanyuan recalled the details. Of course Jiang Fei wasn’t smiling at her. He’d always mocked her for her small chest, completely ignoring her delicate features and those mesmerizing eyes that few women could rival.
What an idiot.
Do men really care that much about breast size? Don’t they know big-chested women are airheads?
Suppressing her bitterness, Ye Yuanyuan crossed her arms.
“Hello, Miss Ye,” Bai Ruoxi greeted with a polite nod.
“Mm.” Ye Yuanyuan responded coolly.
Bai Ruoxi, familiar with her aloof demeanor from their last encounter, didn’t take it personally. She moved to Jiang Fei’s side, the two of them visibly longing for each other after half a month apart. If not for Ye Yuanyuan’s presence, they might have embraced right then.
“Jiang Fei, did you and Miss Ye come together?” Bai Ruoxi asked.
Jiang Fei took her hand. “She’s here for business too—related to the conference. So we flew together.”
Bai Ruoxi was surprised. She knew a little about Ye Yuanyuan’s background, but she didn’t pry.
“Where are you headed, Miss Ye? I can give you a ride,” she offered.
Before Ye Yuanyuan could answer, Jiang Fei cut in: “She’s got friends picking her up. Don’t worry about her.”
He tugged Bai Ruoxi away, flashing Ye Yuanyuan an overly enthusiastic grin. “Call me if you need anything! I’ll do my best to help!”
Ye Yuanyuan’s eye twitched.
This bastard.
Nearby, a man with a buzzcut finally looked up from his outdated Apple laptop. He’d been absorbed in stock market charts—though managing a 7-billion-yuan fund, his personal trades were modest.
In the recent bull market, even amateurs were making profits, and he’d multiplied his investments tenfold in a year.
Spotting Jiang Fei and Ye Yuanyuan, he closed his laptop and approached.
“You saw me but left me hanging. What’s so interesting?” he teased Ye Yuanyuan.
She scowled. “Go back to your stocks.”
“Ouch. Someone’s in a bad mood,” he chuckled, then noticed Bai Ruoxi. “Bai Ruoxi?”
Bai Ruoxi blinked. “Do we know each other?”
“Not before, but we do now. I’m Wu Ke—’Ke’ as in ‘diligent.’” He extended his hand.
Jiang Fei intercepted the handshake. “Jiang Fei. Bai Ruoxi’s boyfriend.”
He wasn’t being paranoid—something about Wu Ke felt dangerous. The man wasn’t particularly tall or handsome, but his presence was unsettling.
Wu Ke rubbed his nose (a habit Jiang Fei recognized in himself) and sighed. “Shame you’re taken, Miss Bai. But even so—”
Ye Yuanyuan punched him in the gut. “Still haven’t learned your lesson? Last month, some woman left her husband and kids for you, didn’t she?”
Wu Ke doubled over, coughing. When he recovered, he shot Ye Yuanyuan a wounded look but didn’t retaliate.
Instead, he studied Jiang Fei seriously. “Who are you?”
Anyone who could make the Ye heiress throw a punch for him had to be someone noteworthy.
