“Alright, I’ll call Third Aunt over to take care of you. Your body has already recovered to a normal level, maybe even better than before. Rest for today, and I’ll check on you again tomorrow.”

Lin Yuxin instructed her third uncle, planning to return the next day to see if she could help him absorb the lingering energy inside his body.

“Alright! Thank you, Yuxin.”

Zhao Yinglang, who had been enduring an internal heat, kept himself composed in front of his niece. Hearing that she was leaving, he quickly smiled and agreed.

Lin Yuxin didn’t think too much about his odd smile, assuming that he was simply overjoyed about his recovery.

So, she turned calmly and walked out, calling out to her third aunt, who was lost in thought in the courtyard.

“Third Aunt, Third Uncle is better now. Go in and check on him!”

“Huh? He’s better? So fast?”

Qian Li was stunned. It felt like time had flown by—she hadn’t even figured out how to ‘train’ her husband yet!

“…?”

She had been outside for about half an hour, right?

What had Third Aunt been doing all this time?

“Third Aunt, just go in. I’ll be leaving now. There’s nothing specific to watch out for, just that Third Uncle might be a bit overly energetic due to the unfinished absorption of the medicine. If he behaves excessively, just let him vent—it’s normal.”

Lin Yuxin had no time to think about what her third aunt was pondering.

She was starving after spending the entire morning treating patients.

The acupuncture session had drained even more of her energy, and now she needed food urgently.

After giving her instructions, she quickly ran off toward her grandfather’s courtyard.

Qian Li stood there in a daze, watching Lin Yuxin’s retreating figure. It took her a while to process what she had just said.

Her husband was still inside! She quickly turned and entered the room.

“Dear, how are you feeling? Any better?”

Qian Li asked cautiously.

She was afraid that if she brought up his health, he would mention divorce again.

But this time, she was prepared—if he dared to bring up separation, she would make him sleep in a different room!

Yuxin was right: a husband needed training to become a good husband.

Zhao Yinglang didn’t respond immediately.

He no longer felt the floating sensation from before. Instead, he was filled with an overwhelming surge of energy.

He felt as if he could charge into battle at that very moment!

But Yuxin had told him to rest today, so he was forcing himself to endure it.

Sweat was already forming on his forehead.

Qian Li noticed that he was sweating profusely and felt a wave of panic.

Was Yuxin unable to cure him? Or were there side effects?

“Dear, what’s wrong? Why are you sweating so much? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Wait here—I’ll go call Yuxin back!”

Qian Li spoke anxiously as she grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face. Then, she turned to leave.

But Zhao Yinglang reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist and giving a gentle tug. Qian Li lost her balance and fell right into his arms.

“Ah!”

Qian Li was completely dumbfounded. What was her husband doing? Was he stopping her from getting Yuxin?

“Dear, I know you don’t want them to worry, but Yuxin is different! She can treat you—if there’s a problem, just tell her, and she can help! Let go of me, I’ll go get Yuxin to check on you. You’re sweating so much—you must be in pain!”

Qian Li kept rambling, convinced that her husband was being stubborn again.

Even if he mentioned divorce this time, she was still going to find Yuxin.

She struggled to break free and stand up.

Right now, Zhao Yinglang felt as if he was burning up inside. He couldn’t let his foolish wife go find Yuxin—how would that even be appropriate?

And yet, she wouldn’t stop talking.

His ears were buzzing! Worse, she kept moving against him, fueling the fire within him.

He tried to endure, but he failed.

Without hesitation, he pulled her tightly into his embrace, pressed one hand against the back of her head, lifted his chin slightly, and silenced her incessant chatter with a kiss.

Mmm, silence.

Also, so cool. His wife’s body felt so nice and cool.

Qian Li was completely stunned.

Her husband… kissed her? In broad daylight?

Due to his health issues, it had been a long time since they had been intimate.

But this wasn’t right! He had just recovered!

How could he be doing this now?

Thinking about his health, Qian Li hesitated.

As much as she didn’t want to stop, she knew his well-being came first.

So, she gently pulled away, avoiding his lips, and spoke softly:

“Dear, how about we wait until you’re fully recovered? You just got better—we shouldn’t take any risks. If you won’t call Yuxin, let me at least bring you some water to wipe off your sweat.”

Zhao Yinglang looked at his wife, his eyes filled with emotions only he understood.

For so many years, she had stayed by his side, never leaving him, never complaining.

And yet, he had wronged her.

Now, as the fire inside him intensified, holding her close only made it harder to contain.

He ignored her words, flipped her over, cradled her head, and pressed her beneath him.

“Dear… mmph!”

Qian Li barely managed to let out a sound before Zhao Yinglang silenced her once again. His kiss was deep and passionate, filled with the emotions that had built up over the past decade.

She couldn’t resist it.

…

By the time Lin Yuxin reached her grandfather’s courtyard, she saw that the dishes had already been served. But no one had started eating yet—they were all waiting for her.

Her heart warmed, but she also felt embarrassed.

“Grandfather, Grandmother, the food is already served. You should have started without me. How can you all wait for someone younger like me? That’s too much!”

“What are you saying, child?”

Fang Lan glared at her.

“The food was just served, and the servants told us you were on your way. It wasn’t long, so we waited. Besides, you worked so hard for us today—it’s only right that we wait for you.”

She waved Lin Yuxin over and, seeing her exhausted face, felt a deep ache in her heart.

“Alright, alright, Yuxin must be starving after working all morning. Come, sit down and eat.”

Zhao Shijie also spoke up, resisting the urge to ask about his third son’s condition. One look at Yuxin’s tired expression told him that now wasn’t the time.

“Yes, yes, sit down! You must be hungry,” Fang Lan urged, picking up her chopsticks and piling food onto Yuxin’s plate.

At the table, only Second Aunt was absent, as she was taking care of Second Uncle, who had just had surgery. Third Uncle and Third Aunt were also missing, as well as Fourth and Fifth Uncles, who hadn’t returned yet.

The remaining family members—her grandparents, eldest aunt, and several older and younger cousins—were all there.

But instead of just eating, they kept adding food to Lin Yuxin’s plate. Each person gave her a portion, and in the blink of an eye, her bowl was stacked into a tower of food.

She quickly shielded her bowl and said,

“That’s enough, that’s enough—I can’t eat it all!”

Then, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

The family chatted and laughed as they ate, creating a warm and lively atmosphere.

During the meal, Zhao Shijie finally asked about his third son’s condition. Lin Yuxin answered honestly, reassuring them.

The elderly couple was overjoyed.

Today, two of their sons had shown improvement. The heavy burden they had carried for ten years was finally lifted.

They were so happy that even their appetites improved—Zhao Shijie even ate an extra bowl of rice.

Fang Lan specifically ordered the servants to prepare some light soup for her sons, as it would help them recover.

However, just as they were about to finish eating, a servant woman entered with a flushed face. She leaned in and whispered something into Fang Lan’s ear.

Cough, cough!

Fang Lan choked and coughed violently. When she finally calmed down, her own face turned bright red.

“You… you’re serious?”