Chapter 208: The Rebirth of Leng Wanqiu

Song Mo specifically asked An Yinuo to put on white silk stockings so he could admire them.

Cotton socks are also cute.

But white silk is more alluring.

It boosts attack speed.

After experiencing An Yinuo, there's Lin Weiwei.

Song Mo tried it out—truly a vast expanse; when his palm covered it, he felt the exhilaration of bungee jumping above the clouds.

Lin Weiwei's features were more concealed compared to An Yinuo's.

Thus, her face blazed with a fiery cloud.

She looked utterly seductive.

It was still daytime, but Song Mo could no longer suppress his desire.

The world turned dark and hazy…

Chun Cheng.

If it had been the old Leng Wanqiu, she might have hesitated, agonized—because she still had immense wealth and cherished her life too much to believe a random old man.

The old man was a master.

No one could empathize with her, and no one knew the feeling of being utterly abandoned, as if she had been stripped from the world itself.

After fleeing Modu, all of Leng Wanqiu's financial sources were frozen; fortunately, she had carried with her a luxury watch, which she sold for a mere 100,000 yuan.

"I can cure your illness."

…

It's just a worthless life—what difference would it make if I died right now?

He saw at a glance the illness afflicting Leng Wanqiu, and after she woke, he guessed her symptoms with uncanny accuracy.

But the current Leng Wanqiu no longer cared about her own life.

"You might die if you can't make it through."

In this land of perpetual spring, flowers are extraordinarily abundant.

"But the success rate is low—fifty percent."

It's a remarkably beautiful city.

He had guessed nearly all of Leng Wanqiu's symptoms since she fell ill over the past twenty years—within a hair's breadth of the truth.

Last time she collapsed on a country path, an old man rescued her and she has lived ever since in his few dilapidated houses.

Then, the old man said something astonishing.

Just barely managing to survive.

Leng Wanqiu has suffered a blow unlike any before.

So she pulled the curtains shut,

Leng Wanqiu's pain was incomparable.

Her parents had severed ties with her.

The Leng Group, which she had struggled for years to build, was no longer hers.

And she had no home left.

She even dared not return to Kyoto, the city where she grew up.

Leng Wanqiu was like a cockroach, hiding in the dark sewers—any exposure to sunlight brought endless curses and humiliation.

If the Beijing Leng Family saw her, the furious Leng clan would tear her to shreds.

In short, the current Leng Wanqiu had no strength left to resist.

"Whether I succeed or not—it doesn't matter to me."

Leng Wanqiu's voice was calm, but not the calm of someone who had transcended worldly desires; it was the dead silence of a heart reduced to ashes, stripped of all hope and expectation.

She felt no deep gratitude even toward the old man who saved her.

Because she no longer regarded her life as precious.

The reason she agreed to treatment

Was merely because a sliver of curiosity remained in her heart.

Namely: what would the normal version of herself look like after the illness was cured?

That had been her lifelong obsession.

In childhood, it brought irreversible trauma; in adulthood, she paid for it with even greater hardship.

Even if restored to health, she could never return to the past, never mend her family ties, never recover her parents' love.

But she still wanted to see what her healthy self would be like.

The old man sized her up.

He could tell this plump girl had already embraced death, with nothing left in the world worth clinging to.

The old man grinned, his teeth stained yellow and black—utterly shattering his image as a master in Leng Wanqiu's eyes.

The old man said: "Better to live miserably than to die nobly."

"Even ancient emperors, captured and humiliated, didn't dare kill themselves! You're so young, yet you're practically begging to die—looks like you've been through a lot."

Leng Wanqiu shook her head slightly.

She didn't want to say more.

Though her heart was shattered beyond repair and numb with pain, she still couldn't bring herself to expose her wounds.

After more than three months of treatment,

The old man succeeded.

Leng Wanqiu grew thinner day by day.

【2】 She even clearly noticed the changes in her body—changes so obvious that, without needing a mirror every day, she could clearly feel herself transforming.

【3】 For these past three-plus months, Leng Wanqiu had not looked in a mirror once; it was not that she was uninterested in the changes on her body.

【4】 Rather, she hoped that on the day the treatment was completely finished, she could then look in the mirror and see what she looked like at that time.

【5】 She couldn't explain the reason, but she just wanted to do it this way.

【6】 And so.

【7】 Leng Wanqiu finally welcomed the final day of the treatment process.

【8】 No need for a mirror anymore.

【9】 Every day when she bathed, observing her own body, she could clearly know that she was very beautiful now.

【10】 At the very least, her figure was beyond reproach.

【11】 Plump hips, full breasts.

【12】 Yet her waist was exceedingly slender.

【13】 A little like the mature older-sister type of Lin Weiwei.

【14】 But with a slight difference.

【15】 That was, the proportions on Leng Wanqiu's body were even more astonishing.

【16】 The waist was equally slender, but the exaggerated G-cup bosom, and the hips so full she couldn't even find pants that fit when wearing them, all declared that the current Leng Wanqiu…

【17】 Had already been reborn anew!

【18】 She had thought her heart had long gone numb.

【19】 But after personally seeing the tremendous changes on her body, a secret joy still arose in Leng Wanqiu's heart.

【20】 Amid her present wretched circumstances, Leng Wanqiu had not felt joy for a very long time.

【21】 She grew even more eager to know what she looked like now, but still forcibly held herself back.

【22】 Endure, endure—wait until the very end to look.

【23】 Only then would it bring a grand surprise.

【24】 However.

【25】 The old man, with a solemn face, told Leng Wanqiu.

【26】 "The illness on your body still needs to undergo one final treatment. The previous treatments were only drinking medicine, combined with acupuncture to nurture and regulate."

【27】 "But the root problem has not yet been resolved. One more acupuncture session is needed. This acupuncture is different from the previous ones—it involves some extremely important acupoints. Even I don't have complete confidence."

【28】 "If it fails, you will die."

【29】 Leng Wanqiu had long been prepared for this.

【30】 Earlier, the old man had said the treatment was very dangerous.

【31】 She had never known where the danger lay.

【32】 So it turned out to be at this final juncture?

【33】 One step forward was the gate of death; one step back, yet, was a brand-new self.

【34】 For the first time, a smile appeared on Leng Wanqiu's face.

【35】 "Old gentleman, please apply the needles."

【36】 (End of this chapter)

She could even clearly sense the changes in her own body — changes so obvious that she didn't need a mirror every day to clearly perceive that she was transforming.

For these past three-plus months, Leng Wanqiu had never once looked in a mirror; it wasn't that she wasn't curious about the changes on her body.

Rather, she hoped that on the day the treatment was completely finished, she could look in the mirror and see what she looked like then.

She couldn't explain the reason, but she just wanted to do it that way.

And so.

Leng Wanqiu finally welcomed the final day of her treatment.

No need for a mirror anymore.

Every day when she bathed, observing her own body, she could clearly know that she was very beautiful now.

At the very least, her figure was beyond reproach.

Full hips, full breasts.

Yet her waist was extraordinarily slender.

A little like the mature older-sister type of Lin Weiwei.

But there were also some differences.

Namely, the proportions on Leng Wanqiu's body were even more astonishing.

The waist was equally slender, but the exaggerated G-cup bosom, and the hips so full she couldn't even find pants that fit, all proclaimed that the current Leng Wanqiu…

Had already been transformed from the inside out!

She had thought her heart had long since grown numb.

But after seeing with her own eyes the tremendous changes on her body, a secret joy still rose in Leng Wanqiu's heart.

In her present miserable circumstances, Leng Wanqiu had not felt joy for a very long time.

She grew even more eager to know what she looked like now, but still forcibly held herself back.

Hold on, hold on — wait until the very end to look.

Only then would it bring a grand surprise.

However.

The old man, however, told Leng Wanqiu with a solemn face.

"The illness on your body still needs to undergo one final treatment. The previous treatments were only drinking medicine, combined with acupuncture to nurture and regulate."

"But the root problem has not yet been resolved. One more acupuncture session is needed. This acupuncture is different from the previous ones — it involves some extremely important acupoints, and even I don't have complete confidence."

"If it fails, you will die."

Leng Wanqiu had long since prepared herself.

Earlier, the old man had said the treatment was very dangerous.

She had never known where the danger lay.

So it turned out to be at this final juncture?

Step forward, and it's the gate of death; step back, and it's a brand-new self.

For the first time, a smile appeared on Leng Wanqiu's face.

"Old gentleman, please apply the needles."

(End of this chapter)