FRGNM -Chapter 39 Bad Woman, Get Away from My Uncle

“Bad woman! Get away from my uncle! Go!” Yizhui was furious. What kind of woman was this? His uncle hadn’t even glanced at her properly, yet she was clinging to him, standing so close!

He forcefully shoved the woman away and tugged at Luo Mingyu’s pants. “Uncle, let’s go!”

“Heh, had enough fun? Let’s go then.” Holding Yizhui, Luo Mingyu smiled faintly, not looking back, and carried him away.

Yuan Yuan glared after them, returning amid the audience’s murmurs of dissatisfaction.

“Yuan Yuan, what’s going on? You never get close to other men. Why are you so forward today?” the madam asked, confused. This girl usually only sold her art and never herself. She was the madam’s goldmine, and that’s why she indulged her so completely.

Yuan Yuan smiled coldly, brushing her hair. “Mother, you’re really getting senile. Haven’t you noticed? That man’s clothes are made of heavenly silkworm silk, worth a fortune. Do you think he’s an ordinary man? But he’s impressive—my special aphrodisiac couldn’t move him. Perhaps… he only reacted a little, suppressing it.”

“Reacted? Then go after him at once!” The madam’s face changed dramatically. Thinking of that man in the hat—if he were wealthy, she would’ve wanted to keep him. Now that Yuan Yuan was still pure, if that man noticed her, she would never lack money in the future.

Yuan Yuan nodded coldly. “Send a dozen men to follow and make sure he’s brought back. The drug lasts twelve hours—he’ll die if it exceeds that! I won’t watch my prey die. Hmph!”

“Uncle, why are you walking so fast?” Yizhui asked, puzzled. The hat obscured Luo Mingyu’s face, and all he could hear was irregular breathing and feel the sweat on his palms.

Smiling faintly, Luo Mingyu shook his head. “It’s nothing. Uncle just finds that smell unpleasant. Ahead are the embassies. We’ll stay there tonight.”

“Great!” Yizhui sniffed himself and pinched his nose. “Uncle, let’s shower when we get there. That smell is unbearable.”

“Hmm.” Luo Mingyu responded softly, suppressing a surge of toxic energy inside him, controlling it with his Dou Qi. He hadn’t expected that woman to drug him; any ordinary Dou Qi Master would have collapsed by now. He just needed a quiet place to purge the drug.

His black eyes deepened. Upon arriving, Luo Mingyu carried Yizhui directly to a private bath. Every nation’s emissaries, ministers, and princes preferred privacy over shared baths.

“Yizhui, you wash yourself. I need to calm down. Don’t disturb me,” Luo Mingyu said, removing his hat. His face flushed, sweat trickling down his forehead. He set Yizhui down, stripped, and jumped in.

“Eh, Uncle!” Seeing the one-meter-deep water, Yizhui carefully undressed, folded his clothes, and jumped in, bare-bottomed.

He curiously reached out to touch Luo Mingyu’s forehead. The heat was so intense that he jumped back. “This is hot enough to boil an egg! Uncle has a fever? Master said if a person burns like this, there’s only one outcome. I can’t let Uncle die—I need to get a doctor!”

He quickly dressed, intending to wake Luo Mingyu, but a layer of purple light surrounded him. Thinking it was a demon, Yizhui screamed and ran out.

“You were born in Beining. Do you know where the Luohan fruit flowers grow?” Huangfu Xuan’s face remained pale, but this herb was crucial; he had to find it.

Hearing “Luohan fruit flowers,” Ling Ruoxi nearly spit out her tea. A cumin-like smell surged in her memory, from street ads playing on old recorders, throat-choking, a sensation she had experienced for years.

“What are you laughing at?” Huangfu Xuan asked, confused.

Ling Ruoxi shook her head, smiling. “Nothing, just remembering old times. You want… Luohan… hahahaha, fruit flowers? Where do they even grow?”

Huangfu Xuan shook his head helplessly. If he had known, he wouldn’t have asked her.

“Well… sorry, I really don’t know where they grow. But I understand your condition. You don’t actually need the herb. If you trust me, I can treat it, and within a year, you can live like a normal person.” Ling Ruoxi almost laughed but restrained herself, holding her stomach.

Huangfu Xuan was moved. Staring blankly, he asked, “Really? You can make me normal within a year? If so, I’ll stay by your side for a year!”

“Yes, yes! Just a year. My stomach…” Ling Ruoxi nodded, absurdly funny, yet convincing. Huangfu Xuan believed her—and rightly so.

Bang! The room door shook. A small figure from the second floor dashed out, shouting, “Help! Someone, help!”

“Yizhui!” Ling Ruoxi’s smile vanished. She leapt toward the second floor.

Hearing the cry, Yizhui stopped and, disheveled, shouted, “Mommy! Mommy! I finally found you! Help! Inside, Uncle, Uncle…”

“Damn pervert! What did he do to you?!” Ling Ruoxi’s eyes burned with fury. Yizhui smelled perfume, his clothes disheveled, water dripping everywhere.

Yizhui shook his head. “Uncle is inside. His whole body is hot, his skin is red. He jumped into the water without clothes. And… his little thing is so big, so thick…”

Pfft, cough cough! Even Huangfu Xuan nearly spit out his tea.

Ling Ruoxi’s lips twitched. She spanked Yizhui’s little bottom. “Go down! Stay with your Huangfu uncle. Don’t come in no matter what you hear! Today, I swear I’ll kill this pervert!”

If the man had harmed her child otherwise, she would have killed him.

“Why, Mommy? Uncle—”

“Go down! I swear I’ll castrate him!” She kicked the door open and said to Huangfu Xuan below, “Grand Prince, Yizhui is in your care. Don’t let him in!”

“Miss Ruoxi, there must be a misunderstanding, I…” Huangfu Xuan began, but Ling Ruoxi had already thrown Yizhui into his arms, stormed into the room, slammed the door, and silence fell.

Blinking, Yizhui looked at Huangfu Xuan. “Uncle Huangfu, did I say something wrong? Why did Mommy get so angry?”

Then Yizhui tapped his head, smiling. “Oh, right! Mommy’s a doctor. Uncle will be okay.”

“Yizhui, what happened? Tell me.” Huangfu Xuan sighed. The seemingly gentle woman had a violent side, too. He just hoped nothing serious happened inside.

Ling Ruoxi, furious, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a rolling pin, and approached the bath. Amid rising steam, her white figure glowed faintly of dragon’s musk, hair flowing like in a dreamlike realm.

As the mist cleared, her lithe, leopard-like body was revealed. Tanned, wild, perfectly sculpted—chest hair on solid pecs, eight-pack abs, no excess fat. This body surpassed even the Young Lord Luo Mingyu she had seen six years ago.

Her beauty was otherworldly. Her slightly wicked, alluring face—lethal to young men. Closed eyes added softness. Every angle was perfection. If not for sitting cross-legged, one could admire her long legs too.

“Ha…” Ling Ruoxi nearly sneezed blood. Her nose pressed as she marveled at such a man: gentle yet cold-blooded, arrogant yet soft. Exactly the husband she sought.

Snapping back to focus, she banished all infatuation, gripped the rolling pin, and stepped toward the man in the water. Damn it, this pervert had done something to Yizhui! If Yizhui hadn’t screamed and escaped, he would have humiliated him.

Her son could only like women! No matter how handsome the man, he wouldn’t twist her son’s orientation.

“Die!” She raised the rolling pin to strike Luo Mingyu’s head, sure he couldn’t survive.

But she overlooked one thing: she stood on the shore, and he was in the water. Her swing fell short, and her center of gravity tipped—she stumbled forward.