The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 363 - 0363: Not on the Same Frequency

Chapter 363: Chapter 0363: Not on the Same Frequency

Evidently, the wealthy have a penchant for fancy cars—the seat reclined, more comfortable than a bed back home.

Not only did it absorb shocks well, but the car was also impervious to light.

When Long Fei drove off, his legs were somewhat shaky.

He resolved to rest well for a few days and absolutely avoid women.

Automatic cars are truly nothing special to drive.

Press the gas to go, hit the brakes to stop.

Long Fei’s reaction speed had long surpassed that of ordinary people; he didn’t even need to use his eyes to sense the cars ahead and behind, just his sixth sense.

Wang Xiaoya nervously sat in the passenger seat, originally worried that his driving wasn’t up to par and that he would crash the car.

Yet surprisingly, everything went smoothly.

The guy seemed to drive better and better, just like a seasoned driver.

Long Fei didn’t rush back home but instead drove to the Hundred Herbs Hall, intending to prepare some herbs for Wang Xiaoya, and then open her governor and conception vessels.

The effects on Sister Yingying had been significant, and after opening the governor and conception vessels, one’s entire being would exude essence, qi, and spirit.

The key benefit was gaining the ability to defend oneself.

Since Long Fei had been taking a lot of trips lately, teaching them some skills for self-protection gave him some peace of mind while they were on their own.

In the pharmacy, they were already preparing to close for the day.

An Xiaoke was busy inside, but upon seeing Long Fei, a joyful smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she excitedly shouted, "What brings you here?"

Wang Xiaoya followed him out of the car, and upon seeing her, instantly furrowed her brows.

Long Fei called Wang Xiaoya over and introduced her to An Xiaoke.

He straightforwardly referred to Wang Xiaoya as his girlfriend, causing An Xiaoke to be astonished, wondering what was going on with Lin Yingying.

The two beauties shook hands and entered the store together.

Long Fei asked An Xiaoke to prepare three more doses of the medicine they had last time.

One dose for Wang Xiaoya, one for himself, and one for Chu Feng to use.

That guy indulged in a debauched lifestyle all the time; he definitely needed some replenishment.

Wang Xiaoya looked around the pharmacy and hadn’t expected Long Fei to know such a beautiful female doctor.

Her understanding of Long Fei was becoming less and less.

Just now, seeing the way An Xiaoke looked at Long Fei, based on a woman’s intuition, Wang Xiaoya felt there was an issue.

This time, they didn’t purchase Ginseng; two-thirds of that two hundred million Ginseng was still left.

Fearing that Bald Dog would steal it, Long Fei had been carrying it with him this whole time.

When it came to paying, the bill was less than before, only a little over a hundred thousand.

Wang Xiaoya was taken aback by the cost, not expecting Long Fei to spend over a hundred thousand on Chinese medicine.

She was oblivious to that two hundred million Ginseng—if she knew, it would undoubtedly scare her to death.

After getting the medicine, the pair left, and from behind, An Xiaoke called out, following them out to ask Long Fei, "Do you remember the competition with Zhang Yang tomorrow?"

A few days back, Long Fei had stood up for what was right here and had challenged Zhang Yang’s medical skills.

Zhang Yang, not willing to accept defeat, had asked for a rematch.

Of course, Long Fei remembered, nodding at her, "Don’t worry, I’ll come over early tomorrow, and we’ll go together."

An Xiaoke nodded, thinking he might have forgotten.

Actually, she didn’t want Long Fei to take part in such a contest—traditional Chinese medicine has inherent disadvantages in treating tumors compared to Western medicine.

Western medicine simply operates to remove tumors.

Without the ability to perform surgery, An Xiaoke didn’t know what Long Fei planned to do.

Yet, she hoped that Long Fei would come.

Because that would give her the chance to spend time with him.

Since his return, she had been like a soul lost, sitting in the pharmacy every day just staring blankly outside.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her—her heart always longed to talk to Long Fei, but she was too shy to chat with him.

When she saw him exit the car just now, she was so thrilled she wanted to hug him.

But then she saw Wang Xiaoya, and to make matters worse, the guy even introduced her as his girlfriend.

An Xiaoke’s worldview was in disarray. She questioned herself, wasn’t Lin Yingying his girlfriend? So why had another one surfaced?

She had thought Long Fei was a good man, but it turned out he was a philanderer.

After Long Fei drove away, she immediately took out her cell phone to contact Lin Yingying and informed her good friend about the incident, so Lin Yingying wouldn’t remain in the dark.

However, Lin Yingying, on the other end of the call, had an unsurprised tone and even stated she knew about the situation, telling An Xiaoke not to worry.

An Xiaoke was stunned, wondering what on earth was going on!

The dignified Lin Yingying was actually tolerant of her man being with another woman?

She checked the phone number, suspecting that she had dialed the wrong one.

An Xiaoke sat down to ponder, thinking that this Long Fei was truly remarkable, unquestionably a master in the art of love.

He had not only completely deceived Lin Yingying but had also won the admiration of that young woman they just met.

Even she herself had been somewhat charmed recently.

Shaking her head, she thought that in the future, she needed to keep her distance from this guy to avoid falling under his spell.

Inside the villa, Long Fei returned to the kitchen to brew a Qi-replenishing herbal soup.

Wang Xiaoya started to unpack her belongings, taking out photo albums and placing them here and there around the house.

Suddenly, the house felt lived in.

Otherwise, it was as empty and impersonal as a hotel.

She hung her clothes one by one in the wardrobe, which even had a dedicated dressing room area—a stark contrast to the makeshift closets she’d been using, where she never dared to hang anything for fear of it getting crushed.

Now she could hang as much as she liked.

Just now on the road, she had made an arrangement with Long Fei.

From now on, she would take care of the water, electricity, and property management fees for the house, which would help her sleep better at night.

When possible, she would even invite her parents over to enjoy the good fortune.

The house was so large, and no one was living on the second floor.

Soon, the aroma of the medicine filled the entire house.

Long Fei called out to her, asking Wang Xiaoya to come to the living room.

Wang Xiaoya assumed he had some matter to discuss, so she set down what she was doing and asked with a frown, "What’s up?"

Long Fei pursed his lips to indicate and said, "Take off your clothes and come over here."

Wang Xiaoya blushed and complained, "Didn’t we just do it?"

Her body still hadn’t recovered from the earlier encounter, and here she thought that this guy was just too vigorous and was going to wear her out.

"What are you thinking about? I didn’t mean that!"

Long Fei chuckled and took out the silver needles, laying them out one by one on the coffee table.

Wang Xiaoya became even more scared at the sight, never expecting Long Fei wanted to engage in that kind of play?

She had heard that rich people enjoyed bizarre fetishes such as whips, wax dripping, and handcuffs.

Long Fei seemed even wilder, wanting to use needles?

Did men really get worse the richer they became?

She waved her hands frantically, begging, "I don’t want to play that, spare me! Ever since I was little, the thing I’ve been most afraid of is getting pricked by needles. Choose another trick, and I might be able to endure it."

Long Fei touched his head, wondering what on earth women thought about all day!

He patiently explained, "I’m not interested in playing that; I want to help you open up the governor and conception vessels, to teach you some martial arts."

"Huh?"

Wang Xiaoya, seeing his serious expression, blushed and touched her head with a chuckle, "Is that so?"

This whole debacle turned out to be a huge misunderstanding on her part.

She put down a small tank top she was holding to one side and sat down on the carpet as he directed, curious, "Is just sitting okay? Do I not have to make some sort of pose?"

As she spoke, she gestured a few postures commonly seen in martial arts TV shows, imitating the protagonists during their training.

Long Fei shook his head with a smile, asking her to take off her dress.

Wang Xiaoya bit her lip; she didn’t feel embarrassed when they were being intimate, but now that he was seriously asking her to undress, she felt very awkward.