Stark never expected that his desperate, last-ditch effort—losing all hope in life—would be turned around by Ye Shaohua in a single moment.
Leaving behind the superficial friends who had come to congratulate him, he chased after Ye Shaohua.
“Thank you, Miss Ye. If you ever need anything in the future, I, Stark, will go through fire and water for you,” Stark expressed his gratitude, then hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to speak up. “Also, Miss Ye, you should leave the Z Alliance. The M Alliance is actually quite good.”
Hearing this, Ye Shaohua turned to look at Stark, raising an eyebrow. “Why should I go to the M Alliance?”
Stark glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then lowered his voice. “The Meng family is the top physician family in the Z Alliance. I know you’re incredibly talented, but how can you stand against them alone? Especially after you destroyed their family’s top genius. That family is full of lunatics, and you can’t afford to provoke them.”
His words weren’t exaggerated. Throughout history, how many geniuses had risen, only to fall prematurely? If the Meng family decided to go all out against Ye Shaohua, even with Principal Egg’s protection, they would eventually find a way to strike. After all, how could a fragile physician stand against assassins?
“Top physician family?” Ye Shaohua pushed her glasses up, her gaze distant and tinged with a hint of nostalgia. “Do you know what the top physician family was called a long, long time ago?”
Stark was taken aback, then shook his head. “I’m not good with history.”
Ye Shaohua didn’t wait for his answer. She took off her glasses and chuckled softly. “They were called the Yanhuang family.”
This time, Stark didn’t respond. He just stared at her face, dumbfounded.
Officer Terrell, who had accompanied Yun Mo over, stood with his mouth agape, pointing at Ye Shaohua but unable to speak.
Without the glasses obscuring her face, her clear, bright eyes turned slightly, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. It was as if she were the brightest star in the sky.
Both Terrell and Stark had seen their fair share of beautiful women. Meng Yuchen, for example, was a rare beauty and the acknowledged school belle of Shenxing Academy.
But compared to Ye Shaohua, Meng Yuchen was on a completely different level. At least in terms of aura, Meng Yuchen couldn’t hold a candle to her.
Ye Shaohua leisurely wiped her glasses clean with a tissue before putting them back on.
Terrell craned his neck, as if trying to peek behind Ye Shaohua’s glasses, only to be kicked away by Yun Mo, who stood behind him. Yun Mo narrowed his eyes dangerously. “What are you looking at?”
Terrell immediately straightened up. No, boss, I’ll never criticize your taste again. You’re clearly the one with the discerning eye!
“I have a set of acupuncture techniques that can completely alter your meridians. Not only will it restore you to your peak condition, but it will also enhance your strength. Stark, right? How about this offer? Want to join me?” Ye Shaohua smiled as she looked at Stark.
She had come to a realization. The time she would spend in this world might not be long. If she wanted to ensure that people like Shuman could live well and truly fulfill the original host’s wishes, there was only one way—to rebuild the Ye family!
Not as mere physicians, but as practitioners of ancient Chinese medicine, a tradition that had been passed down for thousands of years but was nearly lost in this world.
Hearing Ye Shaohua’s words, not only Stark but even Terrell, who was loyal to Yun Mo, felt the urge to betray Yun Mo and follow Ye Shaohua.
“Ancient medicine? That’s been lost for a long time,” Yun Mo frowned slightly as he watched Ye Shaohua write something on the table. “Back then, Meng Yuchen rose to prominence just by inheriting a fraction of the ancient physician’s legacy. Building a force isn’t something that can be done overnight. Even if the road is tough, you can’t give up. Are you sure you can do this?”
He had actually looked into some of Ye Shaohua’s background and knew her grandfather was a physician, but there was no connection to ancient medicine.
In truth, he wanted to ask her why she was pushing herself so hard. He could easily help her achieve all this. But seeing the calm determination on Ye Shaohua’s face, he held back.
Ye Shaohua put down her pen and sighed. “I’m Y, after all. Even if it seems impossible, I have to do it.”
Terrell looked at Ye Shaohua, puzzled. Who is Y? Why haven’t I heard of this person?
**
Meanwhile, Stark had returned home, but his mind was elsewhere. He kept bumping into trees and spilling water on himself.
His friend patted him on the shoulder. “Hey, man, what’s wrong with you? Today’s the day the Qiu and Meng families are announcing their engagement. You can’t afford to mess this up.”
Stark shook his head, still looking dazed.
Because his energy had been restored, many nobles and officials were eager to win him over, given his clean background.
So the Qiu family had invited him as well.
“Speaking of which, Qiu Zifan is really living the dream,” Stark’s friend sighed. “Marrying two wives, and the second one is the stunningly beautiful and talented Meng Yuchen. No wonder he divorced Ye Shaohua, even though she’s so amazing.”
Hearing this, Stark’s expression turned incredibly strange.
Just then, Qiu Zifan approached Stark. “Mr. Stark.”
Stark didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he looked at Qiu Zifan and finally couldn’t help but ask, “Can I ask you a question?”
Qiu Zifan, who had a favorable impression of this young man from the slums, smiled warmly. “Of course.”
Stark blurted out, “Why on earth did you get a divorce?”
Qiu Zifan: “…Young man.”
