Romantic Medical Immortal

"Yang Cheng!"

Yang Rou was the first to speak, her voice somewhat altered.

"How could you... How could you..."

"Yang Rou, don’t get upset. A lot has happened recently. Kong Lingwen’s father passed away, and the Kong Family collapsed overnight. My marriage with Kong Lingwen is just a temporary measure. If I don’t help her, she will have nowhere to go."

Yang Cheng’s tone was full of helplessness.

If he really had to marry so hastily, he was unwilling, but remembering Kong Lingwen’s grief-stricken appearance during that time, he softened his heart.

"So... you two are only getting fake married?"

Yang Rou’s voice trembled a little.

"Yes, we are just holding a ceremony, we won’t register."

"But you don’t have to get married, you can help her in other ways. Besides, she deceived me before, and now you two are together, what is this about?"

Yang Rou sighed repeatedly, completely unable to accept this reality.

"Why can she be the new bride, but not us? I think she’s just using your sympathy."

Yang Xiao snorted discontentedly.

"Xiao Xiao, stop it."

Ni Qingyao spoke up to stop her, then said to Yang Cheng, "Xiaochen, we understand, we will attend the wedding on time."

"Mom! How can you agree to this!"

Yang Rou became anxious instantly, and even through the phone, Yang Cheng could feel her eyes turning red.

"What else can we do if we don’t agree? Should we let Xiaochen break his word?"

Ni Qingyao’s tone carried some helplessness, "Rou Rou, Xiao Xiao, if you really care for Xiaochen, you should support him rather than cause trouble. Everything he’s doing has his reasons."

There was the sound of low sobbing from the other side of the line. After a long while, Yang Rou choked out, "Fine, I’ll go."

After hanging up, Yang Cheng sat dazedly on the edge of the bed, unsure if what he was doing was right.

At that moment, Kong Lingwen walked out of the bathroom, saw his expression, and asked softly, "What’s wrong? Are they unhappy?"

"No, just a bit surprised."

Yang Cheng tugged at the corner of his mouth, not wanting her to feel pressured.

Kong Lingwen sat beside him, holding his hand, face full of guilt as she said, "Yang Cheng, I’m sorry, if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have to be in such a bind."

"It’s not your fault, it’s my decision."

Yang Cheng interrupted her, pulling her into his arms, kissing her forehead, and then his kisses grew increasingly passionate, naturally catching her supple lips.

"Mmm..."

A soft moan escaped Kong Lingwen’s lips as her body was enveloped by his tall frame, fiery hands wandering over her body, gradually pulling away the bath towel, showering tight kisses upon her delicate body.

"Stop, I have a dress fitting tomorrow!"

She stretched out her hand to push Yang Cheng, but he gave her no chance to resist, lifting her slender legs and entering forcefully.

"Ah..."

Kong Lingwen’s brows knitted together, her voice mingling pain with pleasure.

Without waiting for her to adjust, Yang Cheng began a vigorous movement, tightly gripping her slender waist, while still lowering his head to capture her tender bud.

Tonight’s Yang Cheng was unusually fierce, like a starved lion, leaving Kong Lingwen unable to withstand him, her tender body swaying with his frantic rhythm.

"Ahh... stop... so fast!"

"Yang Cheng... I can’t take it anymore!"

No matter how much Kong Lingwen begged for mercy, Yang Cheng did not spare her. Even though their marriage was fake, they were indeed acting as real spouses.

After a night of passionate lovemaking, Kong Lingwen fell asleep exhausted, while Yang Cheng felt refreshed, entirely comfortable, though the thought of their impending marriage made him both nervous and expectant.

At eight o’clock, he finally got up and went downstairs, discovering the entire Kong Household busily at work.

Elder Kong personally directed the servants in arranging the courtyard, with red satin, festive lanterns, and large red "double happiness" characters adorning the whole villa festively.

Kong Lingchuan and Gao Peng were sent out to purchase various wedding necessities. Though the two usually lacked seriousness, they handled their tasks dutifully, carefully checking off items on a lengthy list.

Cheng Ruonan and Cheng Qiyue accompanied Kong Lingwen for her dress fitting.

In fact, the dress had been custom-made earlier, but recently Kong Lingwen had used it as an excuse to delay the wedding.

The white mermaid dress fit Kong Lingwen perfectly, accentuating her curvaceous figure beautifully, with a U-shaped neckline that exposed her exquisite collarbone and a small area of fair skin, elegant and yet sensual.

"So beautiful, this dress suits you perfectly."

Cheng Qiyue remarked with a smile, and even Cheng Ruonan had to admit that dress-clad Kong Lingwen looked impeccably stunning, like a vision stepped out of a painting.

Looking at herself in the mirror, a slight smile appeared on Kong Lingwen’s lips, a blush emerging on her cheeks. Though usually confident in her appearance, she was still amazed by herself when clad in the wedding dress.

"Seeing you like this, Yang Cheng will surely be unable to take his eyes off you."

Cheng Ruonan said playfully, with a hint of envy in her tone.

Meanwhile, Yang Cheng ventured out to acquire a batch of medicinal materials, then secluded himself in the kitchen to begin crafting the aphrodisiac pill.

Velvet antler, seahorse, epimedium, cistanche, cynomorium, goji berries...

Dozens of tonic ingredients were piled on a table, filling the entire study with a rich medicinal aroma.

Yang Cheng carefully measured each herb proportionally, grinding them into powder and placing them into a pot. To potentiate their effectiveness, he steadily infused the pot with his True Qi.

Under the purification of True Qi, the herbs gradually melted, impurities slowly removed, leaving only the purest essence, which slowly condensed into form.

Fully concentrated, Yang Cheng’s forehead was dotted with sweat.

Though aphrodisiac pills were not considered advanced medicine pills, achieving potent efficacy without bodily harm demanded precise control.

To avoid arousing Gong Jian’s suspicions, he couldn’t meddle with the aphrodisiac pill this time; it had to genuinely display its effects.

As time ticked away, the lump of medicinal powder shrank, emanating a distinct aroma.

Yang Cheng immediately withdrew his True Qi, exhaling a long breath of pent-up air, then glanced down at the pot where twelve dark brown pills lay neatly, each emitting a faint luster and a delightful medicinal fragrance.

He thought to himself that no one could tell these fragrant pills were aphrodisiac pills. He planned for Chenling Pharmaceutical’s new product to be the aphrodisiac pill, though the name needed changing, and the recipe required some refinement.

Yang Cheng sniffed the pills, nodding in satisfaction, and placed them into a porcelain bottle.

Then he picked up the phone, calling Gong Jian’s secretary, and straightforwardly said, "The aphrodisiac pills are ready, have someone come to collect them."

Half an hour later, Gong Jian’s secretary appeared at the Kong Family Villa’s entrance.

The secretary respectfully handed over a bank card with a smile, saying, "Mr. Yang, this is from the chairman for you. Inside is ten million, consider the surplus a token of appreciation."