Chapter 271: [271] Substituted into my wife’s role?_1

Tang Feng lingered at the Ouyang Yushan Mansion for a while longer before hurrying off with Mao Anyi.

He just couldn’t stand the way Ouyang Yushan looked at him, with a mixture of gratitude, dependence, and even infatuation in his eyes.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the other party was already in his seventies or eighties, and was beyond the age of acting on such feelings, he would really wonder if this big shot had some inappropriate thoughts about him.

Ouyang Yushan had intended to keep him for an all-night heart-to-heart but had been politely refused by him as well.

But he still personally saw the two of them out the door.

Even as their car disappeared around the corner, they could still see him waving goodbye from the rearview mirror.

“Phew…”

Tang Feng finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing his relieved expression, Mao Anyi couldn’t help but cover her mouth and snicker, “I think Elder Ouyang is quite nice to you, why don’t you appreciate it at all?”

“It’s precisely because he’s too nice to me that I feel so uncomfortable,” Tang Feng complained as he drove.

“I didn’t realize you were such a contrary person, too nice to you and it’s still not okay? Would you rather have him treat you with a cold face?” Mao Anyi lightly laughed again, covering her mouth.

“What do you mean ‘you too’? Are you saying you’re a contrary person as well? It seems I’ve been too nice to you before, from now on, you’ll get three beatings a day,” Tang Feng glanced back at her, that gorgeous face even more enchanting in the night.

“Are you going to hit a woman? Careful, I’ll post it online and rally all the women to cyberbully you.” Mao Anyi bared her little tiger teeth and waved her little fist at him.

Tang Feng couldn’t help but shudder, “Can’t afford to offend my female compatriots. I’ve decided, from now on, I will reform and become a better person, no more domestic violence.”

Mao Anyi liked how he started out, but when she heard the latter part, she blushed, “What are you babbling about? What do you mean ‘no more domestic violence’?”

A mischievous smile crossed Tang Feng’s face, “What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong? Do you think I should commit domestic violence?”

“Who said you should commit domestic violence?” Mao Anyi became anxious.

“So what do you think? Should I or should I not commit domestic violence?”

“I…”

Mao Anyi’s little brain was suddenly not enough, and she tilted her head thinking hard for quite a while before she grasped the key point, “It’s not a question of whether or not you should commit domestic violence… regardless of whether you do it or not, it has nothing to do with me, I’m not your wife.”

Tang Feng looked at her with disbelief, “When did I say you were my wife?”

Mao Anyi was immediately embarrassed, “But you just clearly said…”

“I said I will never commit domestic violence, is there a problem with that?”

Tang Feng watched her with a smile, “Oh, I get it, you put yourself in the role of my wife, didn’t you?”

“You don’t think I have some inappropriate thoughts about you, do you? Surely not?”

Mao Anyi didn’t expect him to be so shameless, to actually turn the tables on her, and was immediately dumbfounded and stunned.

“Ouch…”

Just as Mao Anyi was pondering how to retort, a sudden pain struck her lower abdomen. She immediately felt pain like a knife twist, causing her face to go pale as large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

“Screech…”

Tang Feng quickly stopped the car and reached out to grab her wrist.

“What are you doing?” Mao Anyi instinctively tried to retract her hand.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Don’t move!”

Tang Feng suddenly shouted sternly, scaring Mao Anyi into silence.

“The right radial pulse is empty, indicating a severe loss of Qi and blood due to cold. The pulse is string-like or rough; detached Yang and extinguished Yin fire…”

He muttered incomprehensible words as he took her pulse.

“What does that mean?” Mao Anyi was sweating profusely and shaking as she spoke from the intense pain in her abdomen.

“To put it simply, you have a cold uterus. As the saying goes, a cold uterus breeds a hundred ailments. Whenever you’re on your period, you must feel excruciating pain, restless whether sitting or lying down. And you have cold hands and feet, breasts…”

“You’re right.”

Mao Anyi, blushing, hurriedly nodded in acknowledgement as he grew more and more embarrassing, “So what do I do now?”

As she asked, Tang Feng had already taken out the silver needles, “I’ll first use acupuncture to relieve the pain, then I’ll prescribe some medicine for you to take slowly when you get back…”

Mao Anyi listened intently, afraid to miss a word.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but she seemed to see a golden aura emanating from Tang Feng, as if he was a living bodhisattva relieving suffering and distress.

As she was feeling overwhelmingly moved, the living bodhisattva suddenly said, “First, take off your clothes.”

“Ah?” Mao Anyi was startled, not understanding what he meant.

“I need to use the needles. How can I do it through clothes?” Tang Feng said, holding a silver needle and smiling at her.

Mao Anyi was somewhat startled.

She was wearing a one-piece dress; if she needed to take it off, she’d have to remove it entirely, wouldn’t that be…

“Can’t you do it through the clothes?” she looked at him pleadingly.

“No,” Tang Feng shook his head firmly, and seeing her hesitation, he reassured her, “You can trust me, the healer’s heart is the parent’s heart, what ill intentions could I possibly have? It’s all for the sake of treating you.”

Mao Anyi was still struggling internally.

Tang Feng wasn’t in a hurry, just patiently waiting there.

At that moment, a black minivan suddenly burst out from the intersection ahead.

It stopped less than a meter away from the Ferrari.

Then, the doors of the minivan were flung open, and a group of burly men carrying clubs and machetes rushed out.

Tang Feng’s expression changed immediately, and he started the car, attempting to reverse and escape.

“Screech…”

At that moment, another minivan came from behind, blocking his escape, as another group of men in black leaped out.

Mao Anyi’s already pale face turned colorless with fear, “Tang Feng, who are these people?”

At this time, the Ferrari F8 was completely surrounded by the men in black, with at least forty people visible.

“It’s fine, stay in the car, no matter what happens, don’t get out. I’ll go down and check,” Tang Feng said calmly, unbuckling his seat belt.

“Tang Feng, don’t be rash, let’s just call the police,”

Mao Anyi desperately clung to his hand, her face pleading.