Chapter 358: It’s Been Too Long Since I’ve Been with a Woman?

Chapter 358: It’s Been Too Long Since I’ve Been with a Woman?

After leaving the Liu family, Yi Jue headed straight back to Ruoshui Garden.

He took his coat and entered the villa, where he saw a tall and handsome silhouette on the sofa in the living room—Xuanyuan Ming.

Yi Jue tossed his coat onto the sofa, "What brings you here?"

Xuanyuan Ming's dark gaze fell on Yi Jue's scarred handsome face, "Ah Xun said you got into a fight over a woman at the bar. I originally didn't believe it."

Yi Jue snorted coldly, lowering his eyes, lazily slumping onto the sofa, looking disheveled and defeated as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Now that you've seen it, can you leave?"

"Did you lose the woman?"

Yi Jue's thin lips curled into a sinister arc as he sneered, "Yes, I lost. I’m heartbroken, is this answer satisfactory to you?"

Yes, no matter how much he tried to act tough, he now had no choice but to admit it.

He had indeed fallen in love with her.

He had never felt such a strong attraction with Liu Ling, but he felt it the first time he met Yun Mu.

That's why seeing her with another man made him angry, jealous, and even drove him to the brink of madness.

He fought with Ji Ming to win Yun Mu, but she protected Ji Ming instead. He lost completely. Even when he deliberately got physically intimate with Liu Ling and said he would marry her, Yun Mu remained unmoved.

Xuanyuan Ming was surprised by Yi Jue’s easy admission.

"Is the woman Yun Mu?"

Only she could make his usually arrogant son fall in love twice.

"Hmm," Yi Jue responded lazily.

Xuanyuan Ming's deep eyes looked at Yi Jue, "Then what about Ah Ling..."

"There’s no future for us," Yi Jue said, "I broke up with her tonight. I'll compensate her in another way, but I can't give her love."

"This is a wise decision," Xuanyuan Ming hesitated for a moment, feeling that now was the right time to reveal the truth, "Actually, there’s something I need to tell you about Yun Mu..."

"Enough!" Yi Jue suddenly raised his voice, "I don't want to hear anything about that woman right now!"

Xuanyuan Ming, "Don't you want to know who she really is..."

"Who does she think she is?" Yi Jue lifted his eyelids to look at Xuanyuan Ming across from him, sneering, "She's the head of the Yun family, and the Yun family is the mortal enemy of the Yi family. To this day, the Yun family hasn't handed over the cure for the blood disease. Do you think there’s a future for us? Do you want the same tragedy to happen to me as it did to you and Mother?"

Xuanyuan Ming stiffened, and the conversation between father and son hit a dead end.

After a long while, Xuanyuan Ming stood up, and before leaving, he said one last thing, "Everyone’s fate is determined by their own efforts. Yun Mu and you are different. If you both dare to fight for it, your story will surely have a happy ending."

After Xuanyuan Ming left, Yi Jue lit a cigarette and sat in the living room, trying to numb himself with nicotine, trying not to think about those clear, piercing eyes.

After finishing a pack of cigarettes, he went back to his room, took a cold shower, and then went to bed.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but he surprisingly didn't suffer from insomnia and even had a vivid dream.

In his dream, he sat on a train crossing the snow-covered country. A girl in a torn, delicate gauze dress leaped into the carriage from the frosty window outside, like a butterfly with a shattered wing.

Though her body was covered in blood, she exuded a fragile beauty. Her lithe body was tightly wrapped around him as she pleaded in a hushed tone by his ear, "Please, don't leave me..."

Her soft hands and seaweed-like hair, as if bound by fate, wrapped around him tightly, breathing whispers by his ear...

The scene was vividly erotic.

In the dream, he clutched her slender waist, his grip firm, his voice hoarse beyond control. "You're the one who started this. You'll never escape me in this lifetime."

But just as he was about to take it further, the girl vanished into thin air.

Yi Jue suddenly opened his eyes and awoke.

It was already dawn. He glanced at the time—seven in the morning.

His broad chest rose and fell rapidly, and his protruding Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He raised his hand to cover the corner of his lust-filled, crimson eyes and mockingly curled his lip.

This is madness!

He had actually had an erotic dream!

Was it because I haven't been with a woman for too long?

...

Yi Jue skipped breakfast and headed straight to the company.

Everyone in the company noticed that the president was in a foul mood today. Anyone who approached him was in trouble.

Finally, by the afternoon, Yi Jue received a call from South City University.

"Mr. Yi, Miss Liu Ling fainted in class just now. We couldn't reach her family. Could you please come over?"

Yi Jue tossed his phone onto the desk, rubbed his temples, and finally picked up his phone and car keys, driving straight to South City University.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped at the school gate, and immediately, school leaders came out to greet him. As they walked, they briefed him on Liu Ling's condition, "Miss Liu suddenly fainted, and the students sent her to the infirmary for emergency treatment. She's out of danger now, but since we don't have any medical professors on campus today, you should take Miss Liu to the hospital for a follow-up check-up."

Yi Jue pressed his thin lips and spoke in a low, magnetic voice, "I recall there being a veiled medical teacher at your school?"

The Academic Affairs Office leader thought for a moment and said, "Oh, you mean Teacher Mu Yun?"

Mu Yun?

Does this woman seem so casual?

Using a fake name by simply reversing her real name?

"Yes, her."

"She's on sick leave today, apparently due to illness."

What happened to her?

Yi Jue hadn't realized the tension in his expression.

The Academic Affairs Office leader gave Yi Jue a puzzled look. It seemed like Mr. Yi was more concerned about Teacher Mu Yun. He hadn't shown such concern when Liu Ling's fainting was mentioned before.

"I’m not sure, but I heard she's quite seriously ill and has taken several days off."

Yi Jue narrowed his eyes and didn’t pursue the matter further.

Forget it, she’s just some woman unrelated to him. Why should he care if she’s sick?

Liu Ling’s extinguished hope flickered back to life when she saw that Yi Jue had come to the school to pick her up in person.

"A Jue, you do still care about me, right?" she asked tentatively after getting in the car.

Yi Jue started the car, his expression unreadable. "Of course, I care about you. I promised to cure your blood condition. It’s a debt I owe you."

The hope in Liu Ling’s eyes vanished instantly.

The expert who examined Liu Ling was one of Yi Jue’s people. He approached Yi Jue, report in hand.

"Yi Jue, Miss Liu’s condition is not good. If we don’t develop a cure for her blood condition, she may have only a year left to live."

Just a year?

Yi Jue’s brow furrowed.