Chapter 281 - 279: Completely Cuckolded

Yang Xun withdrew his hand. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I’ll give you another treatment tonight."

Xu Yue let out a soft murmur of agreement, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

After dinner, Yang Xun carried Xu Yue upstairs in his arms. Zhao Linglong sat in the living room. Watching their figures disappear around the corner of the staircase, a hint of loneliness flashed through her amber eyes, but she quickly lowered her head, pretending to look at her phone.

From the room upstairs came Xu Yue’s suppressed panting, piercing through the door intermittently. Yang Xun executed the Dragon and Phoenix Immortal Hand, continuously channeling his True Qi into Xu Yue’s body to help her soothe the surging heat.

The effect was much weaker than before. Xu Yue’s addiction was like an awakened beast; it had already built a tolerance to ordinary stimulation. She lay limp on the bed, drenched in fragrant sweat. Although her physical desires were temporarily suppressed, Yang Xun could feel that this force was merely experiencing a brief ebb. It would soon make a fierce comeback.

He let out a soft sigh and helped cover her with the blanket. "Go to sleep first," he whispered. "I’m going out for some fresh air."

Already exhausted, Xu Yue nodded with her eyes closed, and her breathing gradually steadied.

Yang Xun pushed the door open and stepped out into the hallway. Leaning his back against the wall, his expression appeared somewhat heavy under the dim glow of the corridor lights. He realized he needed to proceed with the next round of stimulation therapy as soon as possible, and that he couldn’t rely on Xiaolin this time. He had to change his approach and deliver an even stronger impact.

Right at that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs. Meng Qiaofei walked upstairs wearing an elegant tweed dress. Seeing Yang Xun standing in the hallway, she paused in slight surprise. "Xiaoxun? Why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Yang Xun turned his head and saw her. After a brief hesitation, he spoke up. "Qiaofei, I have something I want to discuss with you."

Meng Qiaofei set down her thermos. The two went downstairs and took a seat in the reception room. Yang Xun gave her a general overview of Xu Yue’s condition. Finally, he lowered his voice and said, "Her addiction is getting heavier. Ordinary stimulation is no longer enough. I need a much stronger impact to completely break through that seal inside her body."

Meng Qiaofei listened earnestly, a hint of heartache in her almond-shaped eyes. "Then what do you want to do?"

Yang Xun remained silent for a moment before looking up, meeting her gaze directly. "Qiaofei, I’d like to ask you for a favor."

Meng Qiaofei was taken aback. "But I don’t know how to treat illnesses. How can I help you?"

"I want you to put on an act with me. We’ll let Xu Yue catch us having an affair at the bathhouse."

Meng Qiaofei’s expression instantly froze. Her fingers gripped the hem of her dress tightly, and her voice grew strained. "Xiaoxun, you... you want to use this method to stimulate her? Will that really work?"

Yang Xun nodded, a trace of helplessness in his tone. "I know this idea sounds absurd, but no one knows her condition better than I do. Her illness has dragged on for too long, and normal stimulation has absolutely no effect anymore. We must use a severe shock, attacking both her mind and body simultaneously. Only then is there a chance of curing her."

Even faking an affair with Meng Qiaofei wasn’t a guaranteed cure for Xu Yue; it was merely an attempt.

Meng Qiaofei’s Liu Mei furrowed in distress. "Xiaoxun, you know I like you a lot, and I really enjoy being with you. But if Xu Yue catches us, I’m afraid it will ruin our relationship.

"Xu Yue has always been so good to me. I don’t have the heart to hurt her."

"I understand, but right now, I don’t know who else to ask for help," Yang Xun said. "If she isn’t treated soon, Xu Yue will be driven mad by her desires. She won’t be able to continue managing the company at all. Do you really have the heart to see that happen?"

Yang Xun’s words instantly made Meng Qiaofei see reason.

"You’re right. A person’s virtue is judged by their actions, not their thoughts. As long as it helps Xu Yue, I’m willing to do anything." Meng Qiaofei lifted her head, her almond eyes harboring a complex gentleness. "I agree."

"Don’t worry, Qiaofei. She’s much stronger than we think," Yang Xun said softly. "Afterward, I will explain everything to her clearly. I won’t put you in a difficult position by leaving you stuck in the middle."

When he married Xu Yue back then, he genuinely loved her. Therefore, no matter what method it took, he was determined to cure her illness—even if it meant she would truly end up hating him.

"Xu Yue is still so young; I can’t let her be tortured by this illness for the rest of her life. Once she’s cured, we’ll have a child and live a happy, blissful life together. She won’t care about a minor bump in the road." Yang Xun’s words were as much to comfort Meng Qiaofei as they were to reassure himself.

Meng Qiaofei nodded lightly, her gaze falling on the nightscape outside the window with a look of envy. "You are a responsible man. Xu Yue is bound to be happy married to you.

"Sometimes, when I think about it, my marriage is an absolute joke." Her voice paused, shifting into a self-deprecating smile. "Xu Feifan fools around outside all day, and when he comes back, he picks fights with me over nothing. If it weren’t for the debt of gratitude I owe his father, I would have already..."

She didn’t finish her sentence, but the sheer exhaustion in her tone said it all.

Looking at her side profile, which appeared exceptionally gentle under the moonlight, an indescribable emotion welled up in Yang Xun’s heart. "Qiaofei, you deserve a better life. If you ever want to leave him one day, I will definitely do everything in my power to help you."

"Thank you, Xiaoxun. Just hearing you say that is enough.

"But if I were to get a divorce, many people would accuse me of being ungrateful. Besides, Xu Feifan owns half of the bathhouse, and it can’t be easily split. Right now, I just hope he stops causing trouble." Tears shimmered in Meng Qiaofei’s eyes, making her look incredibly fragile.

Yang Xun’s heart softened, and he reached out to pull her into his arms. "Qiaofei..."

The two embraced. Little did they know, Xu Feifan had quietly driven back home at that very moment. Before he even stepped out of his car, he spotted the two figures hugging in the reception room through the window. Instantly, the veins on his forehead bulged with rage.

"Fuck! Yang Xun, you bastard! How dare you take advantage of my wife! I’ll fucking kill you!" He cursed out loud, ready to get out of the car and risk it all against this adulterous pair.

He had been having a very rough time outside lately. The living expenses Xu Yue provided had been significantly reduced, leaving his hands tied whenever he went out to have fun. Seeing that he was no longer throwing money around so generously, those women started ignoring him. Furthermore, he had just lost the very last of his money at the gambling table. He had originally come back to get more cash, only to witness this scene.

Just wonderful! He was being completely cuckolded!

However, just as he planted one foot outside the door, he hesitated. The memory of being severely beaten by Yang Xun was still vivid in his mind. If he simply barged in like this, he would definitely get thrashed again.

"Yang Xun, just you wait," he muttered viciously to himself. "If you won’t let me live in peace, don’t even think about having a good time yourselves!" Ultimately, he pulled his leg back inside, slammed the car door shut, and drove off into the night.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gap in the curtains. When Yang Xun woke up, he discovered a new message from Zhou Yuan on his phone: "I’ve found Su Mei’s files. The photos and information have been sent to your email. Take a look when you have time."