Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Ultimate Medicinal Cuisine Recipe!

“Hiss.”
Ye Wushang reached out and slowly unbuttoned her tightly fastened shirt.
Her skin, pale as bamboo shoots, was revealed, making Ye Wushang momentarily forget to breathe.
Even amidst the blood and scattered debris, her proud, graceful figure could not be concealed.
When he rolled her shirt up to her chest, he caught a glimpse of black lace lingerie. Caught off guard, his hand brushed against it.
“Mm…”
An Lan’s delicate body stiffened, and a soft, languid sound escaped her lips.
That tender, alluring voice sent a shiver through Ye Wushang.
As the pain from the torn wound made her chest rise and fall, the breathtaking sight brought a flush to Ye Wushang’s face.
He quickly shook his head, forcing himself to remain clear-headed.
Once the clothing was removed, he took out the silver needles Master Tang had given him and selected ten.
Grouping them in twos, he used her chest as the reference point, inserting them down along each rib.
From sparse to dense, he stabilized the bleeding wounds caused by the debris, then crossed his hands to arrange the needles in a bagua formation.
While massaging her waist and abdomen, he gently pressed the flesh towards the center.
Throughout the process—
Whether intentional or not, she let out little moans, almost one every second.
The frequency was exquisite, rising and falling in waves, making Ye Wushang so embarrassed that he hardly knew what to do.
He had heard and touched more than enough by now.
Ten minutes later, as he removed the last silver needle—
“Ah!”
An Lan couldn’t help but cry out in a mixture of delight and shock.
Her body shuddered, her exquisite form drawn taut, sending any onlooker’s heart pounding.
“President An!”
At the door, her secretary, who had been waiting anxiously, finally lost her composure at An Lan’s exclamation.
She pushed the door open and rushed to the bedside. “Move aside!”
She shoved Ye Wushang aside and, cradling An Lan, asked anxiously, “President An, are you alright? Please don’t scare me.”
“Wait, I’ll call an ambulance right away—”
“No.”
An Lan instinctively grabbed her hand. After a while, she smiled with relief. “It doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”
Her secretary was stunned, noticing for the first time that An Lan’s wound had already been stitched up, the blood drying and no longer flowing.
“Secretary Wang, mix this soy sauce and vinegar together, then dab it with salt and apply it to Lanlan’s wound,” said Ye Wushang.
“Make sure you spread it evenly. Not only will it reduce the pain, but it’ll also prevent scarring.”
“I’ll wait for you outside. Call me when you’re done.”
With that, Ye Wushang turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Heh.”
Remembering his bashful expression, An Lan couldn’t help but laugh.
Secretary Wang frowned, noticing the expanse of exposed pale skin. She asked in astonishment, “President An, what’s with your clothes?”
“If I didn’t roll them up, how could Wushang treat and bandage me?”
“What?”
Secretary Wang was dumbfounded. “President An, you mean Ye Wushang just now… he saw and touched you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s a doctor—he was just treating me.”
An Lan shot her a glare and reminded her, “Wushang is an upright man. He didn’t take advantage of me at all.”

“I’m warning you, don’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”
“If I find out, I won’t forgive you!”
Though her words were stern, her face was glowing with happiness she could barely contain.
Both women knew each other well enough, and Secretary Wang muttered, “President Lan, have you fallen for him?”
“Is that so wrong?”
“I mean, you’re the CEO of the An Group, the heiress of the An family.”
“But he… he was thrown out by his ex-wife. Just now in the hall, his ex-wife and mother-in-law even—”
“Wang Huiru!”
An Lan cut her off sharply and declared, “Wushang has limitless potential. His abilities are beyond your imagination!”
“I believe that if he sets his mind to it, he can surpass anyone. No other man can even compare to him!”
“As for his ex-wife, she was a fool to let such a good man go. Divorcing him? Ridiculous!”
Secretary Wang hesitated, words on the tip of her tongue.
Seeing the infatuation in An Lan’s eyes, she knew her boss’s heart had been moved.
Though his medical skills were impressive—after his treatment, the bleeding had stopped and the wound was well closed—
no matter how she looked at it, they seemed ill-matched.
Afterward,
following Ye Wushang’s instructions, Wang Huiru applied the mixture to An Lan’s wound.
Amazingly, within minutes, the wound began to heal as if by magic.
Though a faint trace remained, it was worlds apart from before.
“Huiru, go call Wushang in,” An Lan said after changing into a new outfit.
Wang Huiru found herself warming to Ye Wushang, but only a little.
Deep down, she still thought he wasn’t worthy of An Lan.
So, as she went to call him, she couldn’t help but remind him, “Mr. Ye, thank you for treating President An.”
“But I don’t think you and she are a good match. I’ll pretend nothing happened today.”
“If there’s a next time, I’ll tell Master An.”
With that,
she turned and went downstairs.
Ye Wushang’s brows furrowed.
Today’s incident?
She meant the undressing and treatment?
He himself had felt awkward enough, and though he had no designs on An Lan, her words left him a little angry.
It was all too familiar.
Wasn’t Lan Ruoxue the same way?
He entered the room.
“Wushang, thank you,”
An Lan’s complexion had improved, and she smiled knowingly at him. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
“You flatter me. Let’s get down to business.”
Ye Wushang waved his hand, his expression turning serious. “The two who tried to assassinate you today—Xun Wuyang is dead, and Ah Hu has been taken for questioning.”
“From what I’ve learned, the one who poisoned your grandfather and orchestrated the assassination is most likely the Pei family…”
“The Pei family?”
An Lan’s eyes widened in shock. “How could it be them?”
“Are they still unwilling to let go of that project?”

“Didn’t the Chamber of Commerce already mediate?”
At this, Ye Wushang took a deep breath. “Then it all fits.”
“Fits how?”
“Ah Hu said at the time that your two families are competing for a big project. But the An family has the upper hand. They wanted to kidnap you to force Master An to withdraw from the project.”
“Lanlan, what exactly is this project?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but I heard it’s a medicinal cuisine recipe that’s been passed down for a century. It’s not only nourishing but also delicious.”
“Whoever gets it can open a restaurant and make a fortune.”
At this,
An Lan’s expression darkened. “The Pei family, like mine, is a first-rate family.”
“With the recent ratings for the families, competition has become heated. Whoever gets the recipe will become a financial dynasty.”
“But I don’t know the details. My grandfather and uncle won’t let me get involved.”
Ye Wushang looked complicated. “It seems until this project is settled, the assassinations will continue.”
“And your safety…”
“What, you don’t want to be my bodyguard anymore?”
An Lan’s expression shifted, and just as she was about to speak, a soft call came from outside.
“My sister is awake,”
Ye Wushang said, unable to contain his excitement.
He glanced at the time—three hours had passed. By his calculation, her memory should have fully returned.
The thought of finally learning about his own origins made it hard for him to control his emotions.
“Come on, let’s check on your sister.”
An Lan took a deep breath. “Later, I’ll try to sound out my grandfather and get to the bottom of the Pei family situation.”
“Especially that dining project—without a resolution, my family will never know peace.”
“The Pei family…”
“We’ve tolerated them for years, and all we’ve gotten is endless harassment. It’s time to put an end to it.”
It was clear
the feud between the two families ran deep.
Resolving it in one stroke would not be easy.
“Wuyou, why are you up? Go lie down, you need to rest.”
Leaving the safe room, Ye Wushang’s heart ached when he saw Ye Wuyou pacing the corridor. He hurried over to help her.
She smiled, shaking her head. “It’s fine, brother, I’m all better. See? I’m fine.”
“Most importantly, all my memories have returned. I remember everything. Come quickly, brother, there are things I need to tell you…”
As she spoke, her eyes flicked to An Lan, who was approaching. “Brother, who’s this beautiful lady? Is she your friend?”
“Yes, I’m your brother’s friend,”
An Lan said with a smile, instinctively linking her arm through Ye Wushang’s.
Ye Wushang wanted to pull away, but she gripped him tight and whispered, “I know your sister still isn’t comfortable with you living here.”
“If we make our relationship official, don’t you think she’ll feel more at ease? Trust me, I won’t harm you.”
Feeling the softness pressed against his arm, Ye Wushang’s heart skipped a beat.
He had barely recovered from the earlier ordeal, and now she was pressing closer again—he couldn’t fathom her intentions.
“We’re not just friends—we’re a couple.”
An Lan gave a radiant smile, drawing even closer to Ye Wushang. “This villa is my family’s. My relationship with your brother is steady—who knows, we might marry soon. This is your home too; you can stay here as long as you want.”
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