Feng Jian Wants to Die

Feng Jian swallowed a pill and sat there quietly waiting.

Before long, the woman walked out with a smile. "Young Master Feng, I'm done freshening up."

Feng Jian looked at her—she was indeed attractive. After all, he wasn’t some clueless rich second-generation fool.

But why… still no reaction?

"I need to use the restroom."

Keeping his expression neutral, Feng Jian headed to the bathroom.

Inside, he tried every method possible, but it remained as limp as overcooked noodles.

"Damn it! I’ll take another one!"

He popped another pill into his mouth, but it still didn’t work.

Screw it—one more!

By now, his reflection in the mirror showed his body flushed red, burning up.

He could clearly feel the raging fire inside him.

Yet his little brother hung lifeless, like a mere accessory.

Feng Jian’s vision blurred slightly, his brain starved for oxygen.

This was agony!

It felt like holding in pee all day, his bladder ready to burst, yet unable to release a drop.

Thud!

He collapsed onto the floor, gasping violently, beads of sweat dripping like raindrops. The pain was unbearable.

"Ahhh!"

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and let out a howl.

"Young Master Feng! What’s wrong?"

The woman outside called out.

Feng Jian couldn’t possibly tell her the truth—she was part of their social circle.

If she found out he was impotent, the whole circle would know.

How could he ever show his face again?

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself up from the floor, struggling to regain composure.

But the moment he opened the door, the woman noticed something was off.

"Young Master Feng, what’s going on? Your face is so red, and you’re drenched in sweat!"

"It’s nothing! I think I caught a cold—might be a fever. I’m heading home."

Without waiting for her response, Feng Jian pushed past her and left.

Suddenly, he recalled Zhang Shuaikai’s words. Had he fallen into a trap?

No way!

Feng Jian immediately called for his people—he needed to get to a hospital.

---

Early the next morning, Xu Mu woke up and went about his usual routine. Ye Tong only got up after seeing him awake.

Xu Mu settled on the sofa, browsing the morning news.

Meanwhile, Ye Tong headed downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Morning, brother-in-law."

Ye Yu yawned as she walked over.

"Still sleepy?" Xu Mu asked with a smile.

"You’ve got some nerve asking," Ye Yu shot back, rolling her eyes before plopping onto the sofa.

She wanted to tell Xu Mu—do you even know the meaning of moderation?

Ever since she started living with them, unless her sister was on her period, Xu Mu never seemed to take a break.

Hadn’t he heard the saying: "Young and reckless, old and regretful"?

She was tempted to give him a warning.

During breakfast, Ye Yu suddenly turned to Xu Mu. "Brother-in-law, our homeroom teacher is visiting today for a parent-teacher meeting."

"Which teacher?" Xu Mu asked.

"The one you used to pursue…"

The moment the words left her mouth, Ye Yu clapped a hand over it. She hadn’t meant to blurt that out.

She quickly glanced at her sister—only to see Ye Tong’s eyes gleaming with interest.

"Who?" Ye Tong couldn’t help but ask.

"Sis, it’s not what you think! It’s from before you two got married—that woman brother-in-law used to chase."

Ye Yu shot Xu Mu a sidelong look. This lousy brother-in-law—now she had to clean up his mess.

"Oh… what a shame," Ye Tong murmured, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Shame?!" Ye Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"No, no!" Ye Tong quickly glanced at Xu Mu before glaring at her sister. "What do you know, you little brat?"

"She’s probably talking about Mu Qingying, the music teacher," Xu Mu said without hiding anything.

"I think Ye Yu mentioned her before. Why did you stop pursuing her?" Ye Tong asked curiously.

Xu Mu was momentarily stunned before replying, "I have a wife now. Why would I chase after her?"

[Affection Points +20]

Ye Tong lowered her head, cheeks tinged pink. Truthfully, she wanted to say she didn’t mind.

But with Ye Yu right there, it wasn’t the right time.

"I’ll come home early after work today," Ye Tong told Ye Yu.

Xu Mu, however, shook his head slightly. Mu Qingying’s visit probably wasn’t for Ye Yu—it was for him.

After breakfast, everyone went their separate ways.

Xu Mu had just gotten into his car when Zhang Shuaikai called.

"What’s up?" Xu Mu asked flatly.

"Xu Shao! You’re a genius! Feng Jian just called me—he wants to meet that ‘miracle doctor’ you mentioned!"

Zhang Shuaikai added, "He sounded really weak."

"No rush. Tell him you can’t reach the doctor."

Xu Mu hung up.

He had used an advanced technique from the Classic of Difficulties—a combination of drugs and acupuncture to block certain meridians.

Without his intervention, Feng Jian would never regain his virility.

Of course, unless someone with medical skills surpassing Xu Mu’s stepped in.

But a doctor of that caliber? Feng Jian wouldn’t stand a chance, and even Feng Kang couldn’t find one.

Xu Mu wasn’t stupid. Until the Feng family was dealt with, even if he gave Feng Jian medicine, the effects would only last a day or two.

Given Feng Jian’s personality, he was already in Xu Mu’s grasp.

Xu Mu then texted Meng Wanyue, telling her to skip work and focus on her cultivation.

As for himself, he drove leisurely to the branch office—just over an hour’s drive, a nice little detour.

---

Feng Jian sat in his Aston Martin, face twisted in agony, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. His heart pounded wildly.

Yesterday, he had gone to Yang City’s best hospital, even getting the director to personally examine him.

The results? No physical abnormalities.

The director suggested it was psychological—just relax.

Feng Jian tried relaxing. Last night, he took a long bath and slept soundly.

Yet the next morning—still limp.

How the hell was he supposed to relax now?

If this thing didn’t work, he might as well be dead.

He still needed to marry Shen Wanning. If she found out he was impotent, a useless man, she’d never agree.

Feng Jian couldn’t take it anymore. He started the engine and sped toward the Xu Corporation’s branch office.

Pulling up at the entrance, he dialed Zhang Shuaikai’s number.

Just then, his eyes landed on a Cadillac Escalade entering the company grounds.

He recognized the license plate—it was Xu Mu’s car.

Yesterday, he’d received word that the men he hired had crippled Xu Mu.

But when asked for proof, they went silent.

Clearly, they’d failed—and now they’d vanished, swindling him out of the deposit.

Still, Feng Jian wouldn’t deal with it personally. He’d let his subordinates handle it.

"Zhang Shuaikai! Get out here! I’m at your company’s front gate!" Feng Jian barked into the phone.

"Feng Shao, I’m at work right now. Can you wait a bit?" Zhang Shuaikai replied.

"You dare make me wait? Get your ass out here now!"

Already on edge, Feng Jian exploded.

"Alright, I’ll be right down."

Zhang Shuaikai hung up.

Meanwhile, as Zhang Shuaikai opened his office door, he nearly ran into Xu Mu standing outside.

"Xu Shao! You’re here?" he stammered.

"Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?" Xu Mu asked with a smile.

"Feng Jian is waiting outside the company. He asked me to meet him now," Zhang Shuaikai explained.

Xu Mu gave a slight nod. When he arrived, he had already sensed the situation.

After all, a sports car worth millions was bound to catch his attention.

"I have a few words for you to pass on to Feng Jian. Tell him that the miracle doctor and I are very close."

Xu Mu looked at Zhang Shuaikai, his smile deepening.

He knew Feng Jian’s character well—this man would be the perfect ally in dealing with the Feng family.