When Dr. Smith saw Wang Yan cure Elder Beiming's illness with just a scallion, he looked at Wang Yan in horror, muttering, "A devil, a devil from Hell."
Xiahou Que's eyes were nearly popping out, his mouth agape, drool unknowingly dripping from his mouth.
Beiming Bufan and Beiming Xue were overjoyed and hurried to the bedside.
At this moment, Wang Yan had already helped Elder Beiming back to bed, gently laying him down. They saw Elder Beiming's complexion was calm, his breathing smooth, and he had slowly drifted into a dream.
"How is it? How is my father?" Beiming Bufan stared nervously at Wang Yan, carefully asking.
Wang Yan said, "The elder will wake up tomorrow morning, and then I'll prescribe some medicine, he should fully recover."
At this moment, Beiming Bufan was full of admiration for Wang Yan. The previous contempt and mockery had vanished. With every word Wang Yan spoke, Beiming Bufan nodded. By the time Wang Yan finished speaking, Beiming Bufan was nodding like a pecking chicken.
Seeing Wang Yan being so admired by her father, Beiming Xue beamed with a warm smile directed at Wang Yan.
Beiming Bufan cautiously asked Wang Yan, "I wonder if you could temporarily stay at my house to look after my father."
A doctor is empathetic at heart, so Wang Yan naturally wouldn't refuse. He nodded in agreement.
Once Wang Yan agreed, Beiming Bufan was delighted and turned to Beiming Xue and said, "Quick, prepare a room and take your boyf-... oh... friend to stay."
Beiming Xue agreed repeatedly, pulling Wang Yan away.
Seeing this, Xiahou Que hurriedly rushed up to Beiming Bufan and said, "Mr. Beiming, we don't even know this wild boy's background. How can you let him stay in the house?"
Beiming Bufan snorted coldly and said, "I don't need you to tell me what to do."
Xiahou Que was stunned, choked into silence. After being dazed for a moment, his face flushed red, seeing Beiming Bufan sitting by the bed, not looking at him anymore. Xiahou Que mumbled a few words and awkwardly left the room.
As soon as he left the Beiming family's main door, Xiahou Que immediately cursed: "Bastard, bastard, how dare you disrespect me. Beiming Bufan, Beiming Xue, just you wait, someday, I will make you beg on your knees."
Meanwhile, Beiming Xue had already taken Wang Yan to the second floor of the villa. Looking at his sunny and handsome face, Beiming Xue's pretty face blushed, her eyes nervous and flustered, her heart pounding like a little deer. After hesitating for a long time, she took the initiative to lead Wang Yan to the room next to hers.
Obviously, Wang Yan was also drawn to the luxurious decorations in the room, not noticing Beiming Xue's flustered expression and her eyes full of a forbidden curiosity...
Then, Beiming Xue hurriedly touched her burning face and quickly fled back to her room.
"Bang~!"
The door closed heavily.
"Ahhhhh!!!! Beiming Xue, what's wrong with you today? Shame on you! You only met him today, and you're already starting to like him. Is this how you degrade yourself, having not a trace of girlish modesty?!"
At this moment, she was like a child who just did something wrong, her heart pounding incessantly.
What was even more annoying was, when she avoided Wang Yan, she felt a hint of reluctance. If Wang Yan knew about this, what would he think?
"Yes, men usually don't value things that are easily obtained. The more I show him affection, the deeper I'll fall. No! I, Beiming Xue, am a good girl. I must learn to be reserved, I must learn to be reserved! Right! Yes! I am very reserved. Deep breaths~ deep breaths, I must be more reserved..."
But after finally calming down for a long time, Beiming Xue's fluctuating emotions only returned to peace. Yet the sound of Wang Yan's coughing from the room next door once again stirred her emotions. She quickly pressed against the wall separating her room from Wang Yan's, secretly listening for any noise from him.
"Hopefully, this guy will come over later, so I can chat with him. Hmm, even just seeing him would be nice. Ooh, I'm so excited!"
But after listening for a long time, Beiming Xue didn't hear any movements from Wang Yan.
"..."
"Could it be this guy fell asleep?" Beiming Xue felt slightly disappointed, pouting her lips, feeling drained of energy all over, and lying on her soft bed, staring dazedly at the colorful chandelier on the ceiling, recalling the day's events, occasionally breaking into a silly smile.
Meanwhile, Wang Yan wasn't asleep at all.
Seeing him without a shirt, revealing his strong upper body, sitting cross-legged in front of the bed, facing the moon, beginning his breathing exercise.
Gradually, the full moon rose in the sky, streams of silver light pouring down, drenching Wang Yan.
Seeing the green wolf head tattoo on Wang Yan's back glow again with a luminous light, simultaneously, a frigid aura like that of a wolf emanated from Wang Yan's body.
Several hours later, Wang Yan opened his mouth and exhaled, then opened his eyes.
His eyes were now shining brightly, seemingly reaching another level of skill.
Wang Yan stood up, walked to the bedside, looked at the moon shining in the sky, and showed a contemplative expression on his face, with thoughts running rampant in his mind: What is my true origin? Why must I stand at the world's peak before I'm qualified to know who my father is? Could it be my father is a remarkable man?
At this moment, in a dark room of the villa, a shadow was on the phone, speaking in a low voice: "Sorry, we failed this time."
From the other end of the call came a stern rebuke: "Fool, you can't even kill an old man and a little girl, and you call yourselves the first assassin organization in the Celestial Dynasty?"
The shadow hurriedly explained: "The kid named Wang Yan today was strange, if it weren't for him, Beiming Xue and Old Beiming would be dead."
The voice on the phone was furious: "No more excuses. I don't believe some young punk could thwart your plan. I've spent a lot of money, and by tomorrow, Old Beiming must die."
The shadow quickly nodded and said: "Understood, the Black Dragon Association will uphold its word. Tomorrow, the two will surely die, and I'll place all the blame on that Wang Yan kid."
After hanging up, a streak of moonlight illuminated the person's face, revealing a menacing, twisted expression—Lone Wolf.
...
The next day, just as the sky was getting light, Beiming Xue suddenly opened her eyes and leaped out of bed.
"Where's Brother Wang Yan? Has he already woken up? No, I have to tidy up quickly, I can't let Brother Wang Yan see my just-woken, ugly appearance."
However, when Beiming Xue first woke up, her eyes were sleepy, her little face flushed, and her hair slightly messy, her silk pajamas slipping off, revealing a small section of smooth, tender shoulder.
How is this ugly? If this is ugly, then ugly is deadly beautiful.
But Beiming Xue didn't think so. She hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, diligently started her beauty routine, and when she came out, she was dressed in a white chiffon dress, revealing a small section of smooth, straight calf, wearing pink sandals with ten rounded toes like pearls showing.
Beiming Xue, with a pounding heart like a small deer, and some excitement, walked to the room next door, quietly opened the door.
Once she saw the scene inside the room, Beiming Xue was stunned because she saw a bare Wang Yan snoring in bed.
"Ah—" A piercing scream broke through the dawn sky.