Chapter 207: Intimate Contact

"Young Master Huang, Young Master Huang, say something! That bastard Chen Yu actually dared to hit you; he clearly doesn't hold Fourth Master Huang in any regard. What a legendary hero Fourth Master Huang is!" Zhao Jingde, standing to the side, shouted tremblingly.

Chen Yu glanced at him, then delivered a side kick toward the fellow. With a thud, Zhao Jingde sprawled onto the ground, twitching slightly; Chen Yu's kick had truly beaten him half to death.

"Don't play dead. Get up and kneel properly," Chen Yu said, glancing at him. "I want you to see with your own eyes exactly what kind of status I hold in Fengling."

Zhao Jingde climbed up tremblingly, endured the pain in his body, and knelt down shivering. He raised his head in terror to look at Chen Yu, not daring to spout any more nonsense; he was afraid, truly afraid.

Half an hour later, Fourth Master Huang arrived in person as expected. He glanced at the blood-covered Huang Yizhong, ignored him entirely, and walked up to Chen Yu.

"Mr. Chen, I am truly sorry. My grandson is young and lacks discipline. I will personally break his arm later as a punishment. If he dares to provoke Mr. Chen again in the future, I will kill him with my own hands," Fourth Master Huang said, cupping his hands toward Chen Yu.

Huang Yizhong was startled into a shiver. He raised his head tremblingly and looked at Fourth Master Huang in terror. He knew exactly what kind of person his grandfather was; he always kept his word. If he said he would break his arm, he would truly break it, without showing any mercy at all.

"Very well. Sorry to trouble you, Huang Lao, for making the trip. But if this grandson of yours isn't disciplined, he will surely cause a major disaster in the future," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"I understand. Many thanks, Mr. Chen." Fourth Master Huang extended his right hand, and a bodyguard at his side produced a cane.

This cane was made of refined steel and must have weighed several dozen pounds. Although Fourth Master Huang was advanced in age, he lifted the cane without the slightest effort.

"Extend your hand," Fourth Master Huang commanded sternly.

"Grandfather, I was wrong. I truly know I was wrong. I beg you, don't break my arm," Huang Yizhong cried out, pleading.

"Five minutes. While I haven't changed my mind, extend your hand. Otherwise, I will beat you to death on the spot," Fourth Master Huang shouted coldly.

"Grandfather..." Huang Yizhong looked at Fourth Master Huang in terror, only to see that Fourth Master Huang's face was solemn, with no sign that he was joking.

He timidly extended one of his hands and placed it on the table to the side.

Fourth Master Huang had practiced martial arts in his youth. With a deep shout, he raised the cane high and struck down fiercely at Huang Yizhong's arm.

Crack! The cane struck Huang Yizhong's arm with pinpoint accuracy. His arm was shattered instantly. He let out a miserable shriek, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

"Take him back, throw him in the ancestral hall for three days. No hospital, no food or drink," Fourth Master Huang ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, Fourth Master." Several bodyguards nodded and dragged Huang Yizhong away.

"Mr. Chen, farewell." Fourth Master Huang cupped his hands toward Chen Yu and turned to leave.

Having personally broken his own grandson's arm, Fourth Master Huang hadn't even blinked; from start to finish, it hadn't even taken five minutes.

Zhao Jingde was stunned; he was truly stunned. Fear had already entered his eyes as he looked at Chen Yu. He had never known that Chen Yu was actually this powerful.

That was Fourth Master Huang! His grandson had only come along with him and hadn't done anything, yet he had lost two arms because of it. What kind of person was Chen Yu, to be able to make Fourth Master Huang take such ruthless action?

"Zhao Jingde, do you want to keep playing?" Chen Yu turned and glanced at Zhao Jingde.

"No, no, I won't play anymore. Chen Yu, I admit I was wrong. I'm sorry, please let me go." Zhao Jingde's teeth were chattering.

Truly, Chen Yu finishing him off now would be no different from finishing off an ant. He finally understood the extent of Chen Yu's power.

"Let you go? I'm afraid you'll just fall back into your cheap habits later. How about this: I'll give you a little punishment so you'll remember the lesson." Chen Yu grinned. Suddenly, he reached out a claw, grabbed Zhao Jingde's wrist, and moved it slightly.

Crack! Zhao Jingde screamed. His wrist had been snapped by Chen Yu, and because of Chen Yu's unique technique, even the best bone-setting master wouldn't be able to fix his bones.

"Get lost. Don't let me see you in Fengling again, otherwise, it won't be as simple as just breaking an arm," Chen Yu said indifferently.

Zhao Jingde was in pain, but he dared not argue. Enduring the agony, he nodded and bowed as he left the place.

"Alright, the matter is resolved." Chen Yu arrived at Song Mengyan's office.

"So fast?" Song Mengyan looked at Chen Yu with some surprise. "He won't come back, will he?"

"He wouldn't dare," Chen Yu said with a smile. "But you should still be careful. It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark."

"Okay." Song Mengyan nodded. Suddenly, she frowned, pressing her neck, her expression pained.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yu was startled.

"Nothing, I just feel my cervical spine hurting a bit, and the joints in my waist aren't flexible." Song Mengyan's face turned pale from the pain; her illness was definitely not as simple as she made it sound.

"Don't try to be tough. This waist ailment of yours is a root cause from when you were young, isn't it?" Chen Yu said. "Did you study dance when you were a child?"

"Yes, I studied for a while, then I twisted my waist and stopped. But it hasn't flared up for many years. Today, this is..." As Song Mengyan moved, she couldn't help but gasp in cold air from the pain.

"Lie down. I'll set your bones and resolve it all at once," Chen Yu said.

"Okay." Song Mengyan opened the lounge behind the office and walked in.

There was a bed in the lounge; she stayed there whenever she worked late.

"Take off your coat and lie down," Chen Yu said.

Song Mengyan felt a bit embarrassed. She hesitated for a moment, then took off her coat and carefully lay down on the bed.

Her beautiful S-shaped figure, lying on the bed—the feeling was incredibly tempting. Chen Yu froze, his heart stirring, but since things had reached this point, he had to bite the bullet. He kept reminding himself that he was a doctor and had to maintain a doctor's professional ethics.

"Raise your hips slightly," Chen Yu said.

Song Mengyan's face flushed, and she slowly raised her hips.

But the position was a bit too much; this posture... no matter how you looked at it, it was a bit off.

"That... you don't need to go that high," Chen Yu said, his mouth dry.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Song Mengyan asked, annoyed.

"Alright, like this, keep the posture." Chen Yu was left between laughter and tears. Once she settled into position, he took a deep breath, cast aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, and slowly pressed down from her shoulders.

Because she had been too busy with work these past few days, Song Mengyan had some issues with her cervical spine. She felt her shoulders were ice-cold and piercing, and her head felt muddled and swollen every day.

But as Chen Yu pressed down, a current of heat flowed through her shoulders and spread throughout her body. She let out a soft "mm," feeling extremely comfortable.

That sound was just too soul-stirring; Chen Yu's heart trembled.

Although he warned himself that he was a married man, he was a normal man after all, and having barely touched a woman since his rebirth, with such a stunner laid out before him, he could only endure it bitterly.