A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

Night falls in Linjiazhuang.

It's getting quieter and quieter.

Lin Yuqing always drinks a cup of calming tea before going to bed; she's had this habit since she was a child.

She was born with a cold constitution. Every night, her hands and feet were icy cold, and the blankets couldn't warm her up. She needed to hold a cup of hot tea in her hands to slowly fall asleep. Her family had consulted countless doctors, examined her hands, and prescribed countless medications. She had taken countless bowls of tonics, but the coldness that rushed out of her body was simply incurable!

Tonight, she went downstairs to get some water in her pajamas. As she passed through the lobby, she saw that Ye Feng had not yet returned to his room. He was sitting alone on the sofa, leaning against a lamp, meticulously wiping the long, thin silver needles.

The needles gleamed coldly under the light, lined up neatly. He was very careful when wiping them, gently rubbing them with his fingers as if he were tending to some precious treasure, rather than a boisterous scoundrel.

Lin Yuqing stood in the stairwell, and for some reason, she stopped and watched him wipe for a while.

"I'm not asleep yet," Lin Yuqing said.

"Ten minutes before bed to loosen up your muscles and bones." Ye Feng didn't look up at her; he was just wiping the needle with his hand.

His fingertips lightly touched the rim of the glass, and as he picked it up, his hand brushed against her arm, his fingers brushing against her wrist...

In an instant, his heart skipped a beat!

It's so cold and damp!

That yin energy deep within her blood was too heavy, like a boundless pond, silently radiating immense coldness.

What truly stirred his heart was the subtle connection between that chilling aura and the immensely powerful Yang energy within him. With each inhale and exhale, they seemed to draw each other in, like Yin and Yang separated for years.

His eyes narrowed suddenly, and his hand holding the teacup hovered there. He subconsciously wanted to gather his energy to examine her bloodline, but as soon as he understood this, one thought was suppressed by another deeply rooted idea!

impossible.

The master said that Zhu Wanqing is the one who can avert this calamity.

The master's judgment is never wrong.

Miss Lin is just the daughter of a noblewoman. Eight out of ten daughters of rich people are sick, with cold hands and feet, and they have to cover their cups when drinking tea. What right does a mere coldness have to be called extreme yin?

It must be because I've been thinking about my impending death lately that I've been having this hallucination!

Once he thought of this, he easily overlooked that little bit of information.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yuqing was puzzled when she saw him stop moving halfway through getting the tea.

"fine!"

Ye Feng snapped out of his daze, took a sip of tea, and frowned: "Oh dear, your tea is too cold in nature. Your body is already quite cold, and if you keep drinking this, it'll only make things worse. No, it'll make things even worse. Drinking too much of this is not good."

"I'm naturally prone to feeling cold, so drinking hot water is best for me," Lin Yuqing said confidently.

"Hot water won't cure your underlying condition," Ye Feng said casually, toying with the teacup in his hand. "Tea is hot water, but tea is cold in nature. The coldness you had since birth is deeply rooted. Simply drinking hot water won't work. You need to find an effective way to expel the coldness from your core and then replenish it before you'll get better."

Lin Yuqing's hand holding the teapot stiffened for a moment.

The coldness that comes with being born.

She had seen many famous doctors since she was a child. These old men with gray hair, who claimed to be doctors who saved lives, would hold Lin Yuqing's pulse, furrow their brows and think for a long time. In the end, all they came up with was a bland "You are a bit cold-natured, pay more attention to keeping warm," and then prescribe a few painless Chinese medicines to regulate your body.

She has been eating it for over twenty years.

Red dates, longan, angelica, donkey-hide gelatin... pot after pot of dark, bitter Chinese herbal soup has been a constant companion since she could speak. Yet, the chill that seeps from her very bones seems to have a root, never diminishing. Every winter, she feels her hands and feet grow cold, and even two blankets aren't enough to keep her warm. During her period, she suffers excruciating pain, curled up in bed, drenched in cold sweat.

We've consulted the best doctors in the family, and even paid for top-tier physicians. They took our pulse and performed numerous tests, but couldn't diagnose any organic disease; they just advised us to take care of ourselves.

It's as if her body existed solely to endure this pain.

But this petty thug in a tank top and slippers touched her wrist across a teacup and blurted out the truth.

"You...you...what exactly are you talking about...this medicine...this medicinal catalyst...can it...really cure the root cause?" She opened her mouth, and then, as if possessed, blurted out, "Oh, right, that..."

She asked so urgently that she didn't even realize the humble plea beneath her arrogance.

Twenty years have passed, and she has even resigned herself to her fate, thinking that she would have to endure this coldness for the rest of her life and that she would definitely not live long.

But Ye Feng put the empty teacup on the table, yawned widely, and stood up lazily:

"Go to sleep, you have a play to perform tomorrow."

"Hey, hey, hey, why haven't you said anything yet..."

"That Dr. Zhou your uncle found." Ye Feng waved his hand, his figure swaying as he went up the stairs. "Alright, alright, go to sleep. There's more to see tomorrow."

Lin Yuqing stood there, holding the empty teacup, watching his back. After a while, she was speechless, with a lot of words stuck in her throat.

You bastard! You bastard!! You bastard!!!

He's always like that; he gets away with just half a sentence.

But the cup still held the warmth of his fingers.

Suddenly I realized that although this guy is sharp-tongued and a scoundrel, sometimes, like when he talks about his childhood ailment that no one can cure, there's something real in his carefree eyes, a certainty that makes you trust him.

For some reason, just a second ago, the answer that could have saved him from a six-month-long ordeal just slipped through his fingers, separated only by a blanket.

And it was he who personally missed it!

Back in the room, Lin Yuqing tossed and turned on the bed, stretching out her hand and looking at her wrist in the moonlight shining through the window—it was right there that guy had just touched her.

Strangely, at that moment, she felt a warm sensation in her hand, as if something flowed into her body through the touch of that finger.

"You're crazy!" She pulled her hand back and closed her eyes.

However, that phrase, "Cure your coldness completely," is like a seed that has fallen into my heart, and I can't shake it off no matter what I do.

More than twenty years have passed, and she has long since given up any hope.

But it was this bastard who gave birth to something called "hope" for her.

So that night, she went to bed early, and the blankets seemed warmer than usual.