Chapter 292 - 290: Vaginismus is Cured

Xu Qian’s beautiful eyes darted as realization hit her. If her sister found out that she and Yang Xun were actually having an affair, their relationship would definitely be ruined. But if it was all an act just to cure her illness, Xu Yue wouldn’t have the heart to blame her.

She finally understood why Yang Xun had suddenly dropped all restraints and messed around right in front of her sister. He had planned it all along.

"That’s right! Yue, please don’t blame me," Xu Qian said. She leaned closer and carefully held Xu Yue’s other hand, her voice tinged with guilt and lingering fear. "For the sake of your health, I had to play along with Yang Xun."

Xu Yue opened her eyes. Looking at her sister’s cautious face, then turning to see the concern in Yang Xun’s eyes, she couldn’t help but cry. She only just realized that the two of them had been putting on a show, but watching them be intimate had still broken her heart.

Xu Qian and Yang Xun exchanged a glance, both breathing a sigh of relief.

Yang Xun held Xu Yue, comforting her for a while until she finally accepted the truth. In truth, the thought of Yang Xun sleeping with her sister hit her much harder than him sleeping with her best friend, Xiaolin. But she couldn’t blame them; after all, they did it for her.

Taking a deep breath, she warned, "If you two... ever dare to do something like this behind my back again, I’ll kick both of you out!"

Xu Qian’s eyes grew red as she hugged Xu Yue’s arm. "Yue! I promise I’ll never dare to do it again!"

Standing by the bed, Yang Xun watched the two sisters lean against each other. The corners of his lips curled up involuntarily. The room’s warm yellow lighting cast their three shadows against the wall, stretching them out long and thin.

Xu Yue lay on the massage table for a long while before slowly propping herself up into a sitting position. She reached down to touch her body, as if trying to confirm something.

"Am I really... cured?" she asked, her voice carrying a trace of uncertain hoarseness.

Yang Xun sat down beside her, his tone certain. "Try it and you’ll know."

Xu Yue looked up at him, tear tracks and an unfaded flush still lingering in her beautiful eyes. The warm touch of her fingers was no longer muffled by the vague sensation of a restrictive barrier; instead, it was a real, unobstructed feeling. Her eyes reddened again as her heart surged with excitement.

"Yang Xun, I’m tired. Take me home." Her voice was soft. The sorrow from earlier had completely vanished; it had all been worth it.

Yang Xun nodded. He stood up and reached out to pull Xu Qian up from the sofa as well. "Let’s go. We’ll head back together."

Xu Qian hastily smoothed out her dress and waved them off. "You guys go ahead. I still have some things to take care of." She said that, but in reality, she just didn’t want to intrude on their private time.

Yang Xun agreed, taking Xu Yue’s hand and leading her out of the bathhouse.

They drove back to the Xu Family Villa. Pushing the door open, they were greeted by the faint, savory aroma of food wafting through the house. Several dishes sat on the dining table, covered with heat-insulating lids—clearly prepared earlier by the nanny.

"Xun, Yue, how come you’re home from work so early?" Zhao Linglong asked in surprise.

Yang Cai, who had been sitting on the sofa, also stood up to welcome them. Both girls were exceptionally well-behaved.

Xu Yue offered a faint smile. "I wasn’t feeling well, so Yang Xun brought me home."

"Are you okay, Yue? What’s wrong?" Full of concern, Yang Cai hurried over to support her.

Xu Yue felt a bit awkward. Her legs were weak; she could barely stand. She had thought that curing her Vaginismus would ease her physical cravings, but enveloped by Yang Xun’s masculine scent the entire ride back, she found herself completely unable to control her body’s reactions. She desperately wanted his touch and intimacy, yet remembering that he and Xu Qian had just been together made her feel a little conflicted.

Just then, Zhao Linglong’s phone rang, the ringtone exceptionally clear in the quiet living room. She glanced down at the screen, her expression shifting slightly, and pressed answer.

"Hello, Dad?"

A few days ago, she had refused to even answer her father’s calls, but now, she found herself genuinely missing him. Zhao Hongshan’s voice came through the receiver, intermittent and muffled, yet Zhao Linglong’s face drained of color bit by bit.

Her fingers tightened around the phone, and her voice grew tense. "What? A car crash? Which hospital are you at?"

Yang Xun and Xu Yue exchanged a glance. Setting down their belongings, they stepped closer to her.

Zhao Linglong listened for another moment, her brows furrowing deeply. Finally, she said in a low voice, "I understand. I’ll head back right away."

Hanging up, she looked up, obvious worry and anxiety swimming in her amber eyes. "Xun, my dad was in a car crash."

Yang Xun furrowed his brow slightly. "Is it serious? What’s his condition?"

"His leg is injured. They say it’s not severe, but he’s getting older. The doctor said he needs strict bed rest for at least a month, so I’m still worried," she said, already standing up. "I have to go back immediately and stay with him while he recovers."

"Don’t panic. I don’t feel comfortable with you going back alone. I’ll have Zhou Yuan drive you," Yang Xun said, pulling out his phone.

"There’s no need." Zhao Linglong waved her hand gently, her tone carrying a trace of helpless softness. "My dad said he already sent a car to pick me up. It should be arriving any minute now."

Yang Xun paused, his hand hovering over his phone, before ultimately putting it away. "Alright then. Text me when you get there. Call me anytime if anything happens; don’t try to shoulder everything on your own."

Zhao Linglong looked at him, an indescribable emotion swirling in her amber eyes. She looked as though she wanted to say something, but in the end, she merely offered a faint smile. "Okay, I got it."

Xu Yue stepped forward and gently squeezed her hand. "Be careful on the road. Come back once everything is settled at home."

Seeing this, Yang Cai also came forward to hug Zhao Linglong, both girls reluctant to part. Zhao Linglong bent down to pick up her suitcase beside the sofa and turned toward the door.

A moment later, a black sedan approached from down the street. The window was half-open, revealing the profile of a middle-aged man. It was the Zhao Family’s old butler. Seeing Zhao Linglong emerge, he opened the door and stepped out, hurrying over to take the suitcase from her hands.

"Miss, Mr. Zhao sent me to pick you up."

Zhao Linglong nodded. She threw one last glance back at Yang Xun before bending down and sliding into the backseat.

The thud of the car door closing echoed clearly in the quiet courtyard. The black sedan slowly drove out through the carved iron gates, turned the corner, and quickly disappeared down the street.

Yang Xun stood at the doorway, staring in the direction the car had vanished. Xu Yue walked up beside him and followed his gaze, her tone carrying a hint of light teasing. "What, hate to see her go?"

"I’m just a little worried about her." Yang Xun retracted his gaze and turned back toward the house. "Her stepmother and stepsister are both there. If she goes back alone, she’s bound to face some mistreatment."