Volume One, Chapter 57: The Impotent Man

Yu Mo released Douzi’s hand and walked over to the handsome young man.

“Darling.”

The rain finally began to fall. Mu Shaozhou reached out and took Yu Mo’s soft hand in his own.

This overt display of possession in front of the two men nearly made Yu Mo burst out laughing.

Qi Yancheng’s expression didn’t change, but he glanced at Mu Shaozhou’s deep-set eyes a little longer, feeling something familiar in the aura the man exuded.

Douzi was never one to hold back questions. He’d always known that Senior Sister Yu Mo had a crush on Fu Yanting. Now, seeing her suddenly with another outstanding and handsome man, he was genuinely happy for her, and said the same thing he’d told Chu Xirui.

“Senior Sister Yu Mo, you finally aren’t blind anymore. Great taste. Is this your future brother-in-law? Hello!”

As he spoke, Douzi extended his plump little hand to Mu Shaozhou.

Mu Shaozhou’s gaze held far less hostility than before, yet he didn’t reach out to shake hands.

Douzi didn’t mind. He withdrew his hand cheerfully and laughed, “So he’s not your brother-in-law yet? My mistake.”

Mu Shaozhou: "..."

So what started as three became four heading to the hospital together.

Along the way, Yu Mo could sense the displeasure simmering in the handsome young man beside her.

At the hospital, Qi Yancheng went into the examination room for a tetanus shot, while the other three waited outside.

Yu Mo turned to Douzi, who was obliviously playing the third wheel.

“Douzi, go buy me a bottle of water, will you?”

Only after Douzi left did Yu Mo turn to properly study the man beside her.

Mu Shaozhou wore a face full of jealousy, clearly still upset about earlier.

She explained, “Douzi is my junior. I watched him grow up from when he wore split pants as a child.”

After she said this, the handsome young man’s expression visibly eased.

Yu Mo continued, “Darling, be good. Later, when we get home, I’ll let you hold me, all right?”

That, indeed, worked best. His mood improved even more.

“Sigh, you’re jealous of even my junior’s face? Isn’t that a bit—”

“Senior Sister Yu Mo!”

Douzi returned, clutching several bottles of water, glaring fiercely at Yu Mo, his eyes nearly spitting flames.

Was he really that ugly? It was just some freckles and spots.

Yu Mo’s eyes widened; she quickly turned to pacify Douzi, only to feel the jealous energy rising behind her again. She was nearly at her wit’s end.

Why was everyone so troublesome?

At long last, Qi Yancheng emerged from the examination room.

Yu Mo, exhausted from soothing both men, twisted open a bottle and drank deeply.

Her gaze fell on Qi Yancheng’s exposed arm.

There, a small patch of faint red birthmark lay, resembling a butterfly-shaped bow at first glance.

She paused for a few seconds, then felt her hand taken by the handsome young man.

Mu Shaozhou turned her face toward him.

Yu Mo seemed to hear his inner voice.

You’re not allowed to look at other men.

At the elevator, the group waited together.

Yu Mo remembered the important matter and spoke up.

“Young Master Qi, have your parents made a decision yet? That century-old wild purple lingzhi…”

Qi Yancheng’s alluring eyes narrowed, his long lashes trembling twice.

“They’re still discussing it.”

“I see.”

Yu Mo felt a bit discouraged, but she couldn’t press for it. She could only wait patiently a few more days.

Inside the elevator, Mu Shaozhou wrapped Yu Mo tightly in his arms, holding her so no one else could get close.

Yu Mo could feel the aura emanating from him—one that warned strangers away.

In his embrace, she couldn’t see his expression, but she sensed that aura was so similar to someone else’s.

“Ding~”

The elevator doors opened. Mu Shaozhou, arm around her waist, walked her out.

At the hospital entrance, Douzi, distracted by his phone, collided with a man.

“Sorry—”

Before he could finish, Douzi recognized the man he’d bumped into.

“Fu Yanting.”

Yu Mo looked over.

Fu Yanting was holding a stack of lab reports, several sheets now scattered on the floor from the collision.

His face darkened as he bent to pick them up, but Douzi beat him to it.

Douzi glanced at the lab reports and nearly burst out laughing.

He swayed, pointing a finger at the test results.

“Hahaha, Fu Yanting, you have erectile dysfunction?”

Fu Yanting’s face was already grim, but after hearing those words, it turned ten times darker than the bottom of a pot.

He snatched the lab report from Douzi’s hand without a word and turned to leave.

Douzi hurriedly grabbed him.

“Hey, Fu Yanting, I know this illness. It’s not quite as bad as ED—how did you manage to get it this far?”

Fu Yanting wore a baseball cap. He’d had a mask on too, but feeling suffocated, he’d taken it off—never expecting to bump into someone he knew.

He pulled a mask from his pocket and put it on, addressing Douzi coldly.

“No need for your help. I can see a doctor myself.”

Yu Mo watched Fu Yanting’s dispirited state and suddenly felt a pang of pity.

But she made no move to help him; some choices were his own.

She respected his decisions.

As for his illness, she always maintained a respectful attitude.

Fu Yanting turned to leave, but Douzi yanked off his baseball cap.

Instantly, his thinning hair was revealed to all.

Douzi doubled over, letting out a wild burst of laughter.

Even Qi Yancheng, standing to the side, couldn’t help but tug at the corner of his reddened eyes.

Fu Yanting felt stripped bare, exposed to everyone’s ridicule.

He snatched his cap from Douzi’s hand and put it back on, raising his pale, sickly hand to point at him in fury.

“You—!”

It was too much!

He had tears in his eyes.

Yu Mo reached out to smack the still-laughing Douzi, making him stop.

She glanced at Fu Yanting’s pale, unhealthy face and spoke slowly.

“Fu Yanting, these are symptoms of your old illness rebounding and worsening. Take your medicine soon to control the symptoms, clear your mind, abstain from desire—”

“Yu Mo, I don’t need your pity.”

Fu Yanting nearly crushed the lab report in his hand, gritting his teeth as he looked at her.

Yu Mo was merely offering professional advice as a doctor to her patient.

Since he didn’t want to listen, she saw no reason to insist.

Douzi finally finished laughing, straightening up to point at Fu Yanting.

“You must’ve drunk after Senior Sister Yu Mo cured you, and overindulged, huh? Ha! You’re asking for trouble. Who wouldn’t end up impotent?”

Fu Yanting’s face was awful, his hands visibly trembling.

In the end, he lowered his arrogant head and pleaded humbly with Yu Mo.

“Mo Mo, will you treat me? I’m willing to pay the consultation and medicine fees.”

Yu Mo folded her arms.

“You still owe me five million from last time. Now you have money to pay for treatment? Besides, why should I treat you just because you ask?”

Fu Yanting had never been so humble in over twenty years.

He used to be arrogant around Yu Mo; now, he was utterly humbled.

He deeply regretted it—Yu Mo had treated him so well, and he never cherished it, choosing swill over nectar, utterly foolish.

“I’ll have my mother transfer the five million to you. Please help me, I know I was wrong.”

Hearing Sun Jingyi’s name, Yu Mo’s expression softened slightly, but she knew that if she wasn’t firm, she’d only hurt those beside her now.

She felt the arm around her waist tighten.

Yu Mo spoke.

“Sorry, I can’t help you. Find another good doctor; it’s not as if I’m the only one in the world who can treat this illness.”

Yu Mo’s phone rang; she answered it.

On the other end, Xie Mengqi’s voice was smug and arrogant.

“Yu Mo, I’ve found the century-old wild purple lingzhi and already have it in hand. Are you afraid of failing to cure Mr. Zhuang and running away? Is it really so hard to admit you’re not good enough?”

Yu Mo frowned.

Century-old wild purple lingzhi was so rare—how did Xie Mengqi find it and obtain it so quickly?