Chapter 400: Plenty of Strength and Means

Seeing Yang Xun’s slight nervousness, Xu Yue finally burst into laughter. “I’m not that petty!”

In truth, she had felt a bit uncomfortable when she first returned and saw Sun Rao keeping him company. But over the past two days of interacting with her, Sun Rao had constantly consoled her, and that trace of discomfort had entirely dissipated.

Yang Xun breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “My wife is the most reasonable woman in the world.”

Xu Yue didn’t press the matter further. She simply rested quietly against his shoulder. After a while, she asked softly, “Are you hungry? I’ll go make you a bowl of porridge.”

“Sure.” Yang Xun smiled, watching as she walked out of the room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stretched his wrists and neck. He could feel the True Qi within his body—it was several times more robust than before he fell unconscious. He tried circulating it through his meridians; the flow was steady and abundant.

He stood up, walked over to the window, and pulled back the curtains. The afternoon sunlight poured into the room, pleasantly warming his face.

Gazing outside, his eyes landed on the old ginkgo tree in the garden. He could clearly see the tiny gray insects crawling among the branches, and even the intricate veins of every single leaf.

His X-ray vision really was handy!

He retracted his gaze and looked at the glass of water Xu Yue had left on the nightstand. His vision pierced straight through the glass, revealing a few tiny tea leaves floating inside. He chuckled. This ability was practical in all the right ways.

By the time Xu Yue returned with the porridge, Yang Xun was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.

She placed the bowl on the nightstand. Just as he picked up the spoon, Xu Yue sat on the edge of the bed, watching him with a radiant smile. Yang Xun quickly finished the food, feeling a comforting warmth spread through his stomach.

A full belly naturally led to other appetites. His gaze unconsciously fell upon Xu Yue.

Because his vision was simply too good, she might as well have been naked in his eyes. A wicked fire instantly surged within him. Setting down the bowl, Yang Xun suddenly reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him.

“What is it?” Xu Yue looked at him in confusion.

“Honey, I’ve missed you so much.” His breathing grew heavy. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, inhaling her faint, refreshing scent.

Instantly understanding his intentions, Xu Yue’s cheeks flushed red. She shyly pushed against his chest. “No. You just woke up, you can’t fool around.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Yang Xun scooped her up into his arms and began spinning her around.

“Ah!” Xu Yue cried out in surprise, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck.

He only stopped when she started feeling a bit dizzy. “I may have just woken up, but I’ve got plenty of strength and stamina,” he murmured.

With that, he lowered his head and captured her lips.

The kiss was intensely passionate, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. Xu Yue gripped his collar, her knuckles turning slightly white, as she let the kiss deepen bit by bit. Yang Xun pressed his palm against her back, slowly sliding it down her spine. Even through the thin fabric of her clothes, he could feel the warmth of her skin.

Tilting her head back slightly, Xu Yue let out an incredibly soft moan.

Her blush instantly spread all the way to the tips of her ears. She weakly thumped his chest with her fist, though the soft gesture was more of a flirtatious tease than an actual strike.

Yang Xun chuckled low in his throat and easily caught her wrist. His other hand slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, his palm gradually cupping her twin soft mounds.

Xu Yue’s body trembled slightly, as if scorched by his heat, before she involuntarily pressed herself even closer to him.

Scooping her up again, Yang Xun flipped them over, pinning her to the mattress. The wind fluttered the curtains, casting swaying shadows against the wall. Their breathing intertwined as the temperature in the room continued to climb.

Lying on her back, Xu Yue arched her body slightly, her fingers threading through the short hair at the back of his head as breathy moans escaped her lips. She could feel Yang Xun’s kisses trailing slowly down her neck. Every warm touch ignited clusters of invisible flames.

“Gentler…” Her voice was soft and husky.

“Mhm,” Yang Xun hummed in agreement, though his movements didn’t slow down in the slightest.

Outside the window, the sun gradually dipped toward the west, stretching the shadows across the room. The intimate sounds slowly subsided.

Yang Xun leaned against the headboard with his arm wrapped around Xu Yue’s waist. She lay curled up in his embrace, radiating a satisfied languor. Her breathing had returned to a steady rhythm, but the rosy flush on her cheeks hadn’t fully faded, lingering like a thin layer of rouge.

Yang Xun looked down at her, his fingers gently toying with the stray hairs resting on her shoulder. “You’ve lost weight. I finally managed to put some meat on your bones, and after just one week apart, your chin is pointed again.”

“You were unconscious for two days. How could I have any appetite to eat?” Xu Yue pouted daintily.

“I know. From now on, I’ll have to cook up some good meals and nourish you back to health. Otherwise, you won’t be as nice to hold.”

“You’re awful!” Xu Yue blushed.

She hadn’t expected Yang Xun to be so vigorous right after waking up; he had tossed her around until her waist ached and her legs felt like jelly. Glancing at her phone, she quickly sat up from his embrace and adjusted her disheveled collar.

“We should head downstairs. Yang Cai, Mi Ting, and the others are already here. We’re having a family dinner tonight. It’s a good thing you woke up today.”

Yang Xun blanked for a moment before remembering it was the weekend. Xu Yue seemed to have mentioned a get-together earlier.

“Let me change my clothes.” He rolled out of bed, dug out a clean gray T-shirt from the closet, and pulled it on, casually running a hand through his hair.

By the time they walked downstairs side by side, the living room was already bustling with activity.

Yang Cai and Mi Ting were sitting on the sofa, murmuring to each other and occasionally letting out peals of laughter. Chen Xiafang stood in the kitchen doorway wearing a floral apron. Her back was to the living room, her long hair tied in a loose bun at the back of her head as she looked down at the soup simmering in the pot.

Hearing the footsteps on the stairs, Yang Cai was the first to look up. Her eyes instantly lit up when she saw Yang Xun.

“Brother!” She trotted over to the bottom of the staircase and hugged his arm, her face filled with concern. “Xu Yue said you passed out! I was so worried!”

“I’m fine now. I was just a bit tired, but a couple days of rest fixed me right up,” Yang Xun said gently, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

Yang Cai looked him up and down. Only after confirming he had a healthy complexion did she breathe a sigh of relief.

“It’s good you’re awake. My mom cooked a ton of great dishes tonight to help you recover,” Mi Ting said with a beaming smile.

Chen Xiafang leaned halfway out of the kitchen, a soup ladle still in her hand, and smiled at him. “The soup has been simmering all afternoon. You need to have at least two bowls later.”

“Will do.” Yang Xun smiled in response and took a seat at the dining table.

Just then, Xu Qian came downstairs. When she saw Yang Xun, she didn’t even spare him a glance.

Yang Xun was baffled. He’d expected Xu Qian to at least show a shred of concern for him, but he hadn’t realized the girl was so heartless. And after he’d helped her make so much money, too.

Unbeknownst to him, two hours ago, Xu Qian had worried that her sister was exhausting herself keeping watch by the bed, so she had gone upstairs to deliver a bowl of bird’s nest soup. But the moment she reached the door, she heard the heavy panting of a man and a woman from inside the room. She instantly realized Yang Xun had woken up.

She just hadn’t expected him to be so full of vigor right after waking up, practically bursting with impatience to sleep with her sister.

Listening to the rhythmic noises coming from the bedroom had made Xu Qian feel deeply uncomfortable, which was why she had absolutely zero desire to speak to Yang Xun right now.