Outside an apartment building, Su Lang stood with his hands behind his back. Behind him was a square-faced man with a long beard.

“Lord War God, may I ask why you have summoned me here?” the square-faced man asked respectfully.

“I will be hosting a wedding soon, and I would like you to attend,” Su Lang said calmly, his back still turned.

“No wonder Lord War God has been quiet for a year; it turns out you’re getting married,” the square-faced man exclaimed in surprise. He then congratulated him, “This calls for a proper celebration for Lord. However, I came in a hurry and didn’t bring any gifts.”

“Your presence is enough. Just attending will be considered a gift,” Su Lang waved his hand dismissively.

“That won’t do. A gift is necessary,” the square-faced man insisted. He was perceptive and understood that although Lord War God said no gift was needed, he would likely be displeased if he truly came empty-handed.

As expected, Su Lang did not refuse further and simply said, “Additionally, I hope you can help me save someone.”

“Who?”

“The richest man in Qingling, Ma Hongsheng,” Su Lang replied. Then he added curiously, “Aren’t you going to ask what illness it is?”

“Heh, no matter what kind of difficult illness it is, as long as I take action, there’s no disease I can’t cure. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be worthy of the title ‘Yan Wangdi’,” the square-faced man stroked his beard confidently.

This square-faced man was none other than Xue Shenyi, known as Yan Wangdi.

“It’s getting late, no need to rush. Find a place to stay for now, and I’ll take you there when I have time,” Su Lang suggested, then suddenly proposed, “Also, there are many wealthy people in Qingling. If you’re interested, you could open a clinic and make a fortune.”

He had his reasons for saying this. Although Yan Wangdi Xue Shenyi was famous, his reputation was limited to a specific circle and wasn’t well-known in Qingling. If Xue Shenyi could quickly establish his name in Qingling, his presence at Su Lang’s wedding would create a greater sensation.

“Thank you for the advice, Lord War God. After I cure Ma Hongsheng’s strange illness, I’ll have him spread the word among the wealthy. Many will surely flock to me,” Yan Wangdi Xue Shenyi said happily.

Besides the title Yan Wangdi, he was also known as “Refuses to Save.” His medical fees were exorbitant, and if a patient couldn’t meet his price, he would rather watch them die than offer help. Of course, the wealthy in Qingling could certainly afford his fees.

“That’s all for now. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving,” Su Lang said after checking the time.

“Lord War God, what urgent matter do you have?” Xue Shenyi asked nervously.

“Cooking.”

With that, Su Lang left the stunned Xue Shenyi and walked away.

Soon, Su Lang returned to his apartment. He shed the aloof demeanor he had with Xue Shenyi and became gentle and tender as he entered the kitchen to start cooking. While cooking, he sighed, thinking that his wife hadn’t returned yet and was probably still working. His wife was truly hardworking.

…

“Don’t move!”

Yang Jingwan was trying on a pair of diamond earrings in front of a mirror when Wang Haoran suddenly spoke.

“What’s wrong?” Yang Jingwan asked, pausing in confusion.

Wang Haoran reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of Yang Jingwan’s hair behind her ear, inadvertently brushing against her snow-white earlobe. Yang Jingwan shivered slightly but didn’t move.

“All done.” After tidying her hair, Wang Haoran withdrew his hand.

“This esteemed lady is truly enviable, having a husband who cares for and cherishes her so much,” the jewelry store clerk praised Yang Jingwan incessantly.

“It’s… it’s alright,” Yang Jingwan replied, her face a bit unnatural.

“I think these earrings look great. Let’s keep them on and check out some other jewelry,” Wang Haoran suggested.

“Right this way, please,” the clerk gestured.

Soon, Wang Haoran helped Yang Jingwan pick out a bracelet and a necklace. With her natural beauty and figure, she looked even more dazzling after being dressed up. She could easily walk the red carpet at an international film festival and not be outshone by top female celebrities.

Of course, this entire ensemble wasn’t cheap. The dress, high heels, and jewelry together cost nearly two million.

“Wow, she’s stunning…”

The jewelry store clerks gathered around, using every adjective they could think of to praise Yang Jingwan. Yang Jingwan was overwhelmed by the compliments and gradually got into character, treating Wang Haoran as her husband. As for Su Lang, she temporarily forgot about him, even feeling a sense of illusion that she and Wang Haoran were truly married.

“That’s about it. Let’s go,” Wang Haoran said, checking the time and extending his hand to Yang Jingwan.

“Okay.”

This time, Yang Jingwan didn’t resist and naturally reached out her hand. The two of them held hands and left the jewelry store.

…

In University Town, at a seafood restaurant near Qingling University, a Lamborghini Gallardo drove into the open-air parking lot. A young man in a suit stepped out of the car. Although his appearance wasn’t particularly outstanding, he still attracted a lot of attention.

The reason was simple. In University Town, most people were students. Any young man with a Lamborghini Gallardo and a designer suit would stand out as the most eye-catching guy around.

His real name was Lu Fa, known on WeChat as Xiao Shengmo, the unfortunate guy who had been infatuated with Yang Jingwan for four years in college without success. Now, having achieved success at a young age, he wanted to reconnect with Yang Jingwan and pursue her again. However, he received a shocking piece of news yesterday: Yang Jingwan was married.

Still, he was unwilling to give up. He wanted to see what kind of man had taken his goddess away.

“Class monitor?!”

As Lu Fa was lost in thought, a surprised voice called out from behind him. Turning around, he saw two fashionably dressed girls approaching. He squinted, finding them very familiar.

“Pan Jiaojiao? Zheng Yao?” Lu Fa asked uncertainly.

“It’s really the class monitor! We haven’t seen you in a year, almost didn’t recognize you!” the two girls exclaimed in unison.

Pan Jiaojiao was the one known as “Qiushui Yiren” on WeChat, while Zheng Yao was “Liuli.”

“I almost didn’t recognize you two either,” Lu Fa chuckled. In the year since leaving school, Pan Jiaojiao and Zheng Yao had become more adept at dressing up, especially Zheng Yao, who looked quite pretty with makeup. Back in school, Zheng Yao had a crush on Lu Fa, but Lu Fa was infatuated with Yang Jingwan and had no interest in Zheng Yao.