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Chapter 189: Fate's Play
Although Wei Yuan is not a woman, he knows that no woman would be willing to share the same man with another woman.
In Wei Yuan's mind, this possibility only arises under two circumstances.
One is that the woman is merely after wealth and does not care how many other women he has; what matters is how much benefit she can gain.
Perhaps a few years ago, Wei Yuan had hundreds of millions at his disposal, but now he has spent it all. After all, hiring so many people to work requires some fixed expenses; he cannot let them work for free, can he?
Moreover, the factory of Phoenix Pharmaceuticals must be rebuilt, and the costs for researchers and research institutions are still on his shoulders. Additionally, new machinery needs to be replaced if he wants to develop further, which means there are plenty of places where money needs to be spent.
Furthermore, the situation with Xu Feng has not yet been resolved. Although problems are unlikely to arise, in all of Wei Yuan's plans, the money he has on hand is simply insufficient. Even if he wants to start making a profit, it will take some time, so he is actually quite poor right now.
If Yang Ying were a money-hungry woman, she wouldn't need to rely on any man. Having learned medicine for less than half a year, her skills have already been praised by the media as extraordinary and breathtaking.
This is naturally due to the merits of the Medicine King Divine Canon, but an even greater contribution comes from Yang Ying's easy-to-understand notes and her personal teaching, which have led to Wei Yuan's rapid growth.
This also shows Yang Ying's accomplishments in medicine. If her own medical skills are commendable, then what about Yang Ying, who has studied medicine for over ten years? Growing up surrounded by herbs and possessing the Medicine King Divine Canon in hand, what ailment could possibly stump her?
Therefore, if Yang Ying wanted to make money, relying solely on her medical skills would already be enough for her to live comfortably and even become wealthy.
Thus, this reason is clearly invalid; he is temporarily out of money, Yang Ying does not lack money either, nor is she greedy for it.
The second point is that this woman truly loves this man—so much so that it reaches an extreme—and the other woman was not involved only in the later stages of their relationship.
After all, love must distinguish who came first. Yang Ying's only regret is that she met Wei Yuan three years later than Lan Xue. So in reality, Wei Yuan liked Lan Xue first.
This is akin to those melodramatic love triangles in television dramas that always seem impossible to resolve.
At this time, Yang Ying had already met Lan Xue at Luoxia Mountain. She naturally had some fondness for girls who were gentle, serene, and non-confrontational.
In fact, Lan Xue secretly went to Luoxia Mountain to take care of Wei Yuan's mother, which was even more touching.
After all, considering their family backgrounds, a typical girl in reality might resent Wei Yuan's mother even if she were with him, let alone personally go to care for her. Where could one find someone as kind as Lan Xue?
However, this was a harsh reality. Originally, Yang Ying kept quiet about it, and Wei Yuan could have pretended to be oblivious and enjoyed the benefits of both worlds. But Wei Yuan took the initiative to bring it up and expressed his apologies.
It was clear that Wei Yuan did not want to give up on Yang Ying; he simply felt that remaining silent would be unfair to her. Although he had a harem complex, it was merely a thought. If it weren't for the previous misunderstandings, he and Yang Ying would likely have just passed each other by.
As a man—one who had even been infatuated with Wei Bao for a time—Wei Yuan selfishly wanted to have both of these outstanding girls at the same time.
However, this did not mean he intended to deceive them. His approach was to face the situation openly, hoping that both girls could accept it.
Yang Ying's response seemed to indicate that she was somewhat accepting of this situation, but at that moment, she couldn't make up her mind.
Wei Yuan did not pressure her; they both needed some time to calm down and make decisions.
After all, in the secular world, while such situations are not uncommon, it is still somewhat difficult for all three parties to genuinely accept each other's existence and treat each other with respect.
This was a matter that required time for adjustment and contemplation. After bringing it up, Wei Yuan left it at that; they both maintained a humorous attitude about it.
Yang Ying did not pursue the question of whom Wei Yuan liked more or who he would choose if he could only pick one.
In such circumstances, only a foolish woman would ask such questions. It was obvious that if Wei Yuan intended to give up one of the girls or loved one far more than the other, he wouldn't need to suffer so much.
Putting aside such thoughts, both knew that they held each other in their hearts, which was enough. Digging deeper sometimes meant having to give up on each other.
Yang Ying was unwilling to do so. If she wanted to withdraw, she would have shown a facade of indifference when she saw Wei Yuan today; there would be no genuine emotions displayed like this.
At this moment, in order to avoid disrupting the atmosphere, both of them threw all their worries aside, with only deep love for each other governing their actions.
"I understand."
These four short words from Yang Ying made Wei Yuan feel incredibly at ease. She was a woman one would never want to leave, whether it was her appearance, figure, or her personality.
Wei Yuan kissed her forehead and softly said in her ear, "I'll carry you down."
Upon hearing this, Yang Ying laughed and said, "Are you trying to be naughty again?"
Without direct verbal communication, Wei Yuan simply responded with actions. He gently lifted her down from the sink, turned on the faucet, and they walked into the bathroom where Wei Yuan personally rinsed her entire body.
In the bathroom, the two of them went wild once again, merging into one under the constant flow of water from the showerhead.
They cast aside all worries, leaving only love expressed through their actions.
Their good physical skills came into play at this moment. Although they were just a couple of inexperienced young adults, they had a unique talent for communicating through such actions.
Even some difficult maneuvers were executed effortlessly, causing Wei Yuan to exclaim in delight. As they collided under the cascading water from the showerhead, the sound of flowing water masked their noises, even soft gasps and moans were drowned out.
However, outside the bathroom, Han Ling had already perked up her ears to listen. Although all she could hear now was the sound of water hitting the bathtub, she had clearly heard Wei Yuan's voice before.
She even caught Yang Ying's inexplicable gasps and moans along with various strange sounds. Even if Han Ling had never seen a pig run, she certainly knew what was happening in the bathroom.
For some reason, at that moment, Han Ling felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.
That boy who needed a little time to study and then treat his burn scars on his face—did he still remember that promise?
The boy who had stood up for her time and again and was the only one she didn’t dislike—did he ever have a place in his heart for a girl named Han Ling?
Long before Wei Yuan's attitude towards himself changed, the sensitive Han Ling had already known that Yuan Ziyi had come to find Wei Yuan. It was during that time when her half-sister drove over in that Hummer that Han Ling realized Wei Yuan's kindness towards her was not as simple as it seemed.
For a period, this realization made her dislike Wei Yuan even more, until she learned that Wei Yuan had inadvertently received five hundred thousand from Yuan Ziyi and had actually returned the money to her.
At that moment, Han Ling understood that she must have misunderstood Wei Yuan; this boy was not so despicable. His kindness towards her, even if it stemmed from sympathy, was more genuine than being motivated by money.
After all, her once captivating face, which had moved many men, was now completely marred by that hateful burn scar, leaving everyone who saw her with nothing but disgust.
This situation led Han Ling to become increasingly withdrawn and insecure, even isolating herself from the world. In Wei Yuan's eyes, she clearly exhibited signs of fear of men.
Yet despite this, Han Ling could not deny that Wei Yuan brought her a strange feeling. Perhaps after all these years, she still did not understand what it truly meant to like someone.
However, just like the fire that tested Yang Ying's inner self, it also revealed how much weight Wei Yuan held in her heart. If she truly did not care about his life or death, why would she feel pain and conflict?
Similarly, the sounds coming from the bathroom where Wei Yuan and Yang Ying were made Han Ling acutely aware of what they were doing, serving as a measure of her own feelings.
If she truly did not care about Wei Yuan, then why did she feel uncomfortable upon realizing the situation in the bathroom? It felt as if tears were about to spill from her eyes.
When she declared in her heart that she wanted to be independent—or rather, when Wei Yuan saw it as her retreat into herself—she believed that apart from the death of her mother, she might never shed another tear in this lifetime.
But now reality stood before her: a woman who had been completely hurt believed she had seen through the world but found herself crying for a man once again.
What did this mean? Perhaps it was yet another trial for herself?
Han Ling could only sigh softly at her reflection in the mirror: "Wei Yuan, why didn't you let me meet you when I was at my best?"
At that moment, Wei Yuan had no idea that what he and Yang Ying were doing had already reached Han Ling's ears; he thought the sound of running water in the bathroom would be enough to cover it up.
Holding Yang Ying's delicate body, they left the bathroom and returned to Wei Yuan's room.
The battlefield shifted once again to the room, but despite both of their extraordinary stamina, they could not withstand the continuous three to four hours of intense struggle.
This night felt very long, and the sensation it brought to Wei Yuan was completely different from that chaotic night before.
At this moment, Yang Ying was fully awake, willingly engaged, with no external factors interfering with her thoughts; all that remained was her love for Wei Yuan.
Although this gradually accumulating feeling started as mere affection, the repeated trials they faced together made Yang Ying feel a sense of romance. As someone with a somewhat girlish mindset, she even thought this seemed like a fated encounter.
Feelings and fate are mysterious concepts that often defy accurate description. Yet countless girls, even mature women, still hold onto such mindsets.
This willing engagement brought about a complete fusion from body to soul, a deeper connection than mere physical intimacy; it became a soulful possession.
Thus, under this mindset, Wei Yuan became more vigorous in their encounters. Although Yang Ying initially knew nothing about this aspect, when faced with the man she admired, she naturally began to understand.
At the very least, she tried her best to satisfy Wei Yuan's requests, even if some were somewhat embarrassing. However, Yang Ying felt that if she truly liked him, nothing else mattered.
When you genuinely care for someone, it’s not just about thinking of yourself; it’s about considering the other person's feelings.
This could be seen as the highest realm of connection—where one can give their all, dispel any doubts and fears within, and wholeheartedly wish for the other’s happiness, both physically and spiritually.
Since both shared such feelings, they gained a pleasure and satisfaction that couples could never possess—an experience of complete soul fusion where they were intertwined and inseparable.
Wei Yuan continued to be vigorous after nearly three to four hours of passionate encounters; no matter how many times he saw Yang Ying, he felt that primal urge each time.
However, Yang Ying would not allow him to continue recklessly, especially considering Wei Yuan's well-being.
So when Wei Yuan was about to act again for the fourth time, Yang Ying stopped him: “Darling, tomorrow is not the end of the world; there’s no need to exert yourself so much.”
With this remark, Yang Ying demonstrated her cleverness. She didn’t adopt a harsh attitude nor did she comply perfunctorily with Wei Yuan; instead, she spoke in a teasing manner that immediately made him pause.
At this moment, Yang Ying leaned against Wei Yuan's chest, and the two were chatting casually.
Actually, what they were talking about was no longer important; what mattered was that Wei Yuan did not exhibit the common flaw of most men, which is to start smoking heavily or feel drowsy after intimacy.
On the contrary, due to his exceptional physique, Wei Yuan felt invigorated after their encounters. In fact, he even experienced strange phenomena in his mind's Mist-like Space.
The two deep black clouds seemed to differentiate between genders. After Wei Yuan and Yang Ying's union, they surprisingly exhibited similar reactions.
For the first time, without undergoing any repairs, the two began to merge in a significant way, like a pair of lovers who were inseparable, continuously holding each other tighter and even starting to feel as if they were becoming one.
However, it was merely Wei Yuan's perception at play; in reality, it was happening, but the speed of their merging had only increased a few times compared to usual—it was not instantaneous.
Nonetheless, this change was enough to catch Wei Yuan's attention. Regardless, he had adopted a mindset of going with the flow.
At that moment, seeing Wei Yuan's expression turn somewhat serious, Yang Ying half-jokingly placed her hand under her neck and said in her uniquely seductive voice, "Why do you look so unhappy? You don't want more, do you?"
Although Yang Ying's physical condition was much stronger than that of an average girl and could withstand Wei Yuan's repeated advances, seeing him so serious made her choose to lean in closer.
Though her words sounded somewhat like a joke or a unique way for couples to tease each other, it was precisely this feeling that made Wei Yuan infatuated.
He felt he shouldn't dwell on such thoughts; letting go of all worries was the only way to find happiness. Otherwise, even if he dealt with Xu Feng or earned a lot of money and achieved great things, what would it mean?
Thus, Wei Yuan temporarily came to terms with it and smiled broadly at Yang Ying. "I was just thinking about something; how could you think of me like that?"
Yang Ying pouted, revealing a rare cute side apart from her usual sexiness. She looked at Wei Yuan and said, "I don’t know you yet. Look at your hand; it's still being naughty."
She lowered her head to gaze at the blanket on the bed as if she could see through it to Wei Yuan's mischievous hand.
Wei Yuan chuckled in agreement and said, "I'm just trying to find a stable point to hold you. Who told you your target is so big?"
Hearing Wei Yuan's teasing, Yang Ying retorted, "I thought you were being honest for a moment, but who knew your mouth would become dishonest again."
Wei Yuan continued her words, "So do you hope my mouth is dishonest now, or some other part?"
In this intimate exchange reminiscent of close lovers, Wei Yuan and Yang Ying spent an incredibly happy evening together.
At first, their post-war warmth was filled with a pile of bedroom secrets, but gradually Yang Ying, being a girl with keen observation skills, had already seen through Wei Yuan's hidden worries.
At this moment, Yang Ying began to ask, "What troubles are bothering you? Talking about it might make you feel better."
Yang Ying's voice was as sexy as her entire being, filled with a magnetic quality that felt incredibly comforting even when simply lingering in the air.
Among Wei Yuan's worries, one was related to Yang Ying, so Wei Yuan used this as a starting point: "Do you remember when I asked you to teach me medicine, we talked about our goals?"
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