Yang Yun’s home consisted of two rooms, though they were just a pair of dilapidated adobe shacks. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Although they had received 200,000 in compensation for Zhang Feng’s death, He Qiaolian was such a miser she didn’t spend a single cent on improving their living conditions. Instead, she had taken over the house meant for her eldest son’s marriage, forcing Yang Yun and her child, now a widow and orphan, into a side room. The moment Chen Xiaobei stepped inside, a damp, musty odor hit him. But Yang Yun was a very clean woman; despite the shack’s state, she kept it tidy and well-organized. Five or six small kittens were scampering around the edge of the heated brick bed, their meows adding a touch of warmth to the desolate room.

He walked over to the heated bed and carefully laid Yang Yun down. The bed was hard, and with her injuries, the movement made her beautiful face twist in pain.

"Ngh... ah!" Yang Yun bit her lip, her face flushing red. She hadn’t wanted to cry out, but the pain was simply too much to bear.

"Sister Yun, here, drink some water," Chen Xiaobei said, handing her a cup. He had always heard his sister-in-law say that Yang Yun’s life was difficult, but he had never imagined it was this bad. What a good daughter-in-law, yet she was treated so poorly.

That He Qiaolian really deserves to die!

Seeing that Chen Xiaobei hadn’t left, Yang Yun tilted her head, her large eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "Chen Xiaobei... my mother-in-law... she won’t be in any real trouble, will she?"

Chen Xiaobei smiled. "Her? She won’t die. The pain will subside after a while. I just planted a ’needle’ in her body that will act up periodically. From now on, she won’t dare to hit you again!"

"Chen Xiaobei... you’re really incredible," Yang Yun said, her initial surprise giving way to a soft whisper. "No wonder Wenwen is with you. You’re so capable and responsible. What woman wouldn’t love a man like that?" This was from the heart; she had never met anyone as outstanding as Chen Xiaobei.

"Oh, it’s nothing," Chen Xiaobei said, feeling a little embarrassed by her praise.

His mind unconsciously drifted to the moment he had touched her chest. They weren’t large, but they fit perfectly in his hand, and the feeling had been amazing.

Just as he was wondering how to ask her for a kitten, Yang Yun’s pretty face suddenly contorted. She immediately arched her back, clutching her abdomen in agony.

"Sister Yun, what’s wrong?" Chen Xiaobei asked, startled.

"It hurts... My... my stomach hurts so much!" Yang Yun cried out, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

Shanhe Village was a poor village with no clinic, and Yang Yun’s condition looked severe. They definitely wouldn’t make it to a hospital in time. Chen Xiaobei quickly supported her. "Sister Yun, I know a bit of medicine. If you don’t mind, I can take a look. However, I only know traditional Chinese medicine, so I’d need to remove your outer clothes to examine you."

"Okay... please, hurry, Chen Xiaobei! It hurts so much!" Her face was already slick with sweat, and she nodded eagerly.

Since Yang Yun agreed, Chen Xiaobei didn’t hesitate and removed her outer clothing. Villagers weren’t particular about their attire, and Yang Yun didn’t wear a bra at home. Her small, modest breasts, like two little steamed buns, were shyly exposed to his eyes. But Chen Xiaobei was in no mood to appreciate the view. He was horrified by the shocking scars covering her body. There were welts from a whip and bruises from a broom handle. The mix of new and old injuries numbered more than a dozen.

"He Qiaolian deserves to die!" Chen Xiaobei cursed under his breath. He then cleared his mind of distractions and placed his fingers on her wrist to take her pulse. What he felt next made him even more furious.

"Internal bleeding in the spleen?" Chen Xiaobei exclaimed in shock. It was clearly from when He Qiaolian had kicked her in a rage. This was an extremely dangerous condition. Even if they got her to a hospital, she might still die. But who was Chen Xiaobei? With the inheritance in his possession, handling something like this was a piece of cake.

"Chen... Chen Xiaobei... am I... am I going to die?" she asked, her face a mask of despair.

"Don’t worry. With me here, not even the King of Hell can take you," Chen Xiaobei comforted her calmly. With that, he placed his right hand on her lower abdomen. He activated his mental method, and a powerful surge of True Qi instantly flowed into her body.

"Ngh... ah, it hurts so much!"

"Hang in there. I’m repairing your internal organs. It will stop hurting soon."

Sure enough, as the True Qi slowly nourished her, the intense pain was completely swept away. Yang Yun felt as if a warm compress had been placed on her lower abdomen, and it was incredibly soothing.

And his hand... it felt so strong and so hot! And that determined expression on his face... the more she looked, the more handsome he seemed. Having been a widow for ten years, Yang Yun’s heart had long been sealed shut. But in that moment, Chen Xiaobei was like a key, unlocking it completely. Complex emotions surged through her as she remembered how he had ’assaulted’ her chest earlier. Unconsciously, an insistent tingling started between her legs again, a feeling she couldn’t suppress. It couldn’t be helped. Chen Xiaobei had appeared at just the right moment today. He was like a fabled hero swooping in to save a damsel in distress. What woman wouldn’t fall for that?

Chen Xiaobei naturally noticed her unusual state. She was already a petite beauty, and upon closer inspection, he could tell she was the ’butterfly’ type.

According to the old lecherous predecessor’s teachings, women of this type were often petite and delicate, shy and reserved, but not as cold and aloof as the ’steamed bun’ type. Their skills in bed, however, were in no way inferior and could even be superior. Holy hell! Does Yang Yun want to fuck me? Ever since he received the inheritance, his libido had become incredibly strong; he was practically bursting at the seams.

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

After all, Yang Yun was his sister-in-law’s best friend. He and his sister-in-law were in the middle of a passionate affair. If he slept with Yang Yun, it would be a huge betrayal.

Within about ten minutes, Chen Xiaobei had cured the internal bleeding. At that moment, Yang Yun gazed at him, her expression tender and heart-wrenching. Her vulnerability was almost enough to kill him.

She’s so damn adorable!

"Chen Xiaobei, thank you for saving me. I... I don’t know how I could ever repay you!" she said, looking at him shyly.

"Uh, it’s nothing. Just glad I could help." Chen Xiaobei scratched his head and handed her the 200,000. "Sister Yun, we can’t take this money. You should keep it."

"Oh! No, I can’t!" Yang Yun pushed the money back. "Chen Xiaobei, I know 200,000 won’t solve all your family’s problems, but it can provide some temporary relief. Please, just take it. If you don’t, my mother-in-law will just snatch it back from me sooner or later!"

"Really, Sister Yun, you don’t have to. She won’t dare anymore," Chen Xiaobei insisted, pushing it back again.

The two of them passed the money back and forth more than ten times, neither willing to accept it. Just then, a large calico cat squatting nearby couldn’t take it anymore. It must have thought Chen Xiaobei was bullying its owner, because it let out a sharp meow and leaped at him.

"Be careful!" Yang Yun cried out. Fearing he would get hurt, she quickly threw out her arm to block the cat. In her haste, her knee slipped, and she tumbled right into Chen Xiaobei’s arms. By pure coincidence, his large hand landed right back on her breast.

This is so damn awkward.

Chen Xiaobei was left speechless. He felt reluctant to let go, but he knew he couldn’t just leave his hand there.

But what happened next stunned him. He felt a sudden touch on his lower body—Yang Yun had secretly taken hold of his penis.

Damn! That old lecherous predecessor wasn’t lying after all. This woman is wild! How dare she try to seduce me?