shenqiyingyuan

" I already told you to kill that woman and be done with it, it might be hard with our current cultivation but it wouldn\'t be impossible," said Fang Yanli, seeing that Song Yan\'s Yang energy was almost depleted she kept her distance from her.

Song Yan had been a ghost for five centuries, her Yin energy was no joke, and right now that Yin energy was basically running rampant, if she tried to get closer that Yin energy might just gobble her spirit as an afternoon snack!

Damned or not, she loved this small wisp of whatever life she had was living as a ghost.

Song Yan too could feel her Yin energy getting stronger and her body getting colder than the temperature humanly possible. Shit, her Yin energy was overpowering her Yang.

Her irritation with Song Lan rose as her vision distorted and all she could see was a blurry mess in front of her. Shit! This was what she was afraid of, the Yin and Yang were now conflicting inside her is this goes on then ——

A distinctly familiar lean and strong hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed her by her arm, pulling her to her feet just as she was about to stumble down.

" Are you okay?" A clear and husky voice reverberated next to her ear and Song Yan froze, but before she could raise her head, her vision instantly cleared and what she saw was a bulk of strong, vibrant Yang energy.  She blinked her eyes as she tried to clear out the daze in her black irises and focussed on the man who was helping her up, but before she could do that —-

Her Yin energy was already lapping the man\'s Yang energy and all Song Yan could think was ——- hug me, Daddy! I will do anything just hug me oh you, a man among the men!

This Yang energy was just too awesome, with just one touch, all the needles that were prickling in her body vanished, if she hugged him then wouldn\'t her Yin energy would be totally in control for the next five days? Just one hug —- Just one, he wouldn\'t even feel anything.

" Song Yan, I asked if you are alright?" Fu Yu Sheng raised his hand and waved his palm in front of Song Yan who was looking at him like he was a juicy piece of meat and she has been hungry for almost a week.

Only then did Song Yan snap out of her daze, she licked her lips and hooked them in a flattering smile as she greeted Fu Yu Sheng, " Oh, Thank you for helping me. I was just having some stomachache because I skipped breakfast in the morning nothing more."

Now, that her Yin energy was under control and the prickling pain had gone, Song Yan was a lot calmer than before. Though, she was screaming inwardly as Fu Yu Sheng was staring intently at her ——- Ahhh! Why, Why did she have to meet her husband of all people? And she was even eyeing him like he was some eye candy that she wanted to gobble up.

How embarrassing!

Fu Yu Sheng peered down at Song Yan who was looking anywhere but him, with her face slowly turning a violent shade of red. He frowned and raised his hand, before tipping her chin up and leaning his forehead against hers——

Song Yan blinked as her nose started to get filled with Fu Yu Sheng\'s scent which was like a spring breeze. It made her relax slightly, as she breathed his scent, her nerves that were wrung up slowly unwinded.

" What are you doing?" she asked as she pulled away from him, her gaze staring at his finely sculpted and handsome face that still excluded a charm of youth despite being in his thirties and a father to a young boy.

" You are slightly feverish," said Fu Yu Sheng calmly, his voice smooth like jade as he dropped his hand and looked at Song Yan with a bit of blame in his eyes.

This woman was always like this, she never cared about herself. If she wasn\'t feeling well, she should have stayed at home and asked Shen Yue to wait for her, she was after all the madam of the Fu family, she was supposed to make others wait for her, instead of running around.

" Oh, this?" She smiled as she tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "It\'s nothing too bad actually, I only need to eat something and take ibuprofen and I will be fine. It\'s nothing to worry about, you know this already—- if I work too much I start feeling feverish wasn\'t it the same case on the day of our marriage?"

That was indeed the case, Song Yan was raised by her mother who treated her like a little princess. Forget about working hard, Song Yan didn\'t even have to use her dainty hands to cut her beef, her mother even hired a personal maid for Song Yan who would help her in everything.

Thus, Song Yan\'s physique became as soft as cotton candy, if she were to do something that wasn\'t encompassed in her routine, she will start feeling feverish.

Something that happened on the day of their wedding as well, because Song Yan wasn\'t used to heavy dresses and stress, she started feeling unwell and by the time she walked down the aisle she was burning up like an inferno.

Fu Yu Sheng clicked his tongue inwardly as he stared at Song Yan. What a baby.

No, his wife was even weaker than a baby.

Song Yan who just barged into a graveyard and broke a grudge field last night. "..."  Do you believe that I can make you tap dance in the middle of the street--- Naked?