The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 31:

“Are we… being too harsh?”

Yang Ruoxi hesitated for a moment. As a kind-hearted person, seeing Li Meimei tear at her clothes like a madwoman made her feel a bit guilty. However, the resentment she had been holding in for so long had finally dissipated, leaving her feeling refreshed and relieved.

Qin Fei chuckled lightly. “She just needs to vent. She’ll be fine.”

Standing beside them, Wang Houde watched the scene with a puzzled expression. From the moment Li Meimei entered the hall until now, Qin Fei had never physically interacted with her. How did he manage to make her lose control and start tearing her own clothes?

Meanwhile, Zhang Hua, after much struggle, finally managed to drag the nearly naked Li Meimei into the car and drove away in embarrassment.

Once the crowd dispersed, Wang Houde couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer and asked, “Brother Qin, did you use some kind of hallucinogenic drug to make that woman act like that?”

“No,” Qin Fei replied with a faint smile. “I just added fuel to the fire in her heart.”

“Fuel to the fire? Please, elaborate!” Wang Houde asked eagerly.

Qin Fei smiled and explained, “Li Meimei has a short temper, which stems from an imbalance of yin and yang. I suspect she is not satisfied in her married life, which has caused an accumulation of pent-up frustration. When she spent over a hundred million to buy the pill, she was in a state of excitement and didn’t think twice. However, once she calmed down outside, she likely regretted it, further fueling her inner anger. That’s why she lost control. Ultimately, it’s all self-inflicted. If she had a broader mindset, none of this would have happened.”

“Amazing, truly amazing!” Even though Wang Houde was a renowned physician, he was dumbfounded by Qin Fei’s explanation.

Yang Ruoxi’s lips parted slightly in surprise. She had always thought her husband was simple-minded, like a blank slate. Who would have imagined he was so shrewd? His way of dealing with Li Meimei was truly a ‘silent but deadly’ move.

Was this still the same husband she knew?

She gazed at Qin Fei, who remained calm and composed, realizing that such schemes were second nature to him.

Noticing her gaze, Qin Fei understood what she was thinking. Perhaps she was intimidated by his “scheming” side. He smiled gently and reassured her, “Don’t worry, my dear. My dark side will always be reserved for my enemies. For you, I will only give endless love and care.”

“I believe you,” Yang Ruoxi murmured, feeling slightly flustered under his intense gaze, lowering her head and biting her lip softly.

“Let’s go inside. You can rest for a bit while I discuss something with Mr. Wang,” Qin Fei said, knowing she needed time to digest his transformation.

“Yes, I’ve prepared some wine and food. Let’s have a drink, and we can refine the pills in the afternoon,” Wang Houde laughed as he led them to a private courtyard.

Since Yang Ruoxi had to drive, she only nibbled on her food, watching Qin Fei and Wang Houde chat about medical techniques. Though she wasn’t very interested in the topic, she was astonished by how highly Wang Houde regarded Qin Fei’s medical skills.

She realized she might have underestimated him all these years. Perhaps Qin Fei had always been outstanding, but she had failed to notice.

Yang Ruoxi’s thoughts gradually shifted. Maybe no matter how unbelievable Qin Fei’s actions seemed, she should trust him.

Sometimes, what others saw as “foolishness” was simply a matter of them not being on the same level. Just like a sparrow cannot understand the aspirations of a swan, and a summer insect cannot comprehend what ice is.

A mix of joy and worry filled her heart as she wondered if she had married someone far beyond her reach.

After the meal, Yang Ruoxi was taken to a guest room to rest while Wang Houde led Qin Fei to his underground alchemy chamber.

The chamber was spacious, spanning around two hundred square meters. Shelves filled with various herbs lined the walls, and in the center, a cauldron burned fiercely, emitting waves of fragrant aroma.

Qin Fei examined the cauldron. It was a relic from the Ming Dynasty and quite decent, but it couldn’t compare to his own Fuhuo Yin-Yang Cauldron.

“Brother Qin, when you mentioned improving the Marrow Cleansing Pill, did you mean changing the cauldron?” Wang Houde stroked his beard curiously.

The floor was littered with discarded herbs—proof of countless failed attempts. Wang Houde had spent over twenty years refining just one successful pill, indicating how low the success rate was.

“The cauldron is only part of it. The key lies in the fire control,” Qin Fei said. He placed his hand a few centimeters above the cauldron and closed his eyes.

Instantly, the previously red flames turned blue, then gradually became white, almost invisible to the naked eye.

Three to four minutes later, beads of sweat appeared on Qin Fei’s forehead, and his face turned slightly pale. He exhaled slowly and withdrew his hand.

The aroma in the chamber grew even richer. Wang Houde eagerly opened the cauldron, revealing five crystal-clear, fragrant pills inside.

Compared to the one sold earlier that day, these pills were of far superior quality, and more importantly, they were all successfully refined at once.

“Brother Qin, I feel like I’ve been showing off my inferior skills before an expert,” Wang Houde said with a wry smile. He had initially intended to gift a pill to Qin Fei, never expecting him to be this skilled at alchemy.

“This is just an ordinary mid-tier pill, nothing special,” Qin Fei said modestly.

In the world of alchemy, pills were categorized into lower, middle, upper, supreme, and celestial grades.

The one Wang Houde sold earlier was merely a lower-tier pill, whereas Qin Fei’s refinements barely reached mid-tier.

Producing higher-grade pills required extreme conditions that even Qin Fei couldn’t achieve at his current level. In powerful families, there were undoubtedly master alchemists capable of refining supreme-grade pills to extend their lifespans.

These things were beyond the reach of ordinary people, so their ignorance was understandable.

Having interacted with elite families, Wang Houde understood their mysterious nature. Seeing Qin Fei’s knowledge of alchemy rankings, he couldn’t help but ask respectfully, “Brother Qin, may I ask… are you from one of those prestigious families?”

Qin Fei smiled and shook his head. “No, but I’d be happy to discuss alchemy with you when I have time.”

“That would be wonderful! While you’re here, could you help me refine some Qi Gathering Pills?” Wang Houde asked eagerly. His “Heaven’s Needle Technique” required inner energy, which he struggled to maintain due to his lack of cultivation. A Qi Gathering Pill could enhance his energy and prolong his life by another two to three decades.

Qin Fei, having a good impression of Wang Houde, agreed readily. “Sure. But I need to make a trip to the hospital tonight to deliver a Marrow Cleansing Pill to my father-in-law. I’ll return tomorrow.”

“Of course, take all five pills with you,” Wang Houde offered generously.

“I only need one,” Qin Fei said modestly, taking just one pill and storing it carefully. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

Wang Houde, understanding Qin Fei’s personality, didn’t insist. He escorted him out of the underground chamber.

That evening, Qin Fei and Yang Ruoxi drove to the hospital. Yang Ruoxi went upstairs to prepare for her father’s discharge, while Qin Fei handled the paperwork at the nurse’s station.

After finishing the paperwork, Qin Fei headed upstairs, ready to give the pill to Yang Guoming. Although it wouldn’t cure him completely, it would significantly improve his condition.

Just as he reached the door, he heard Zhang Hua’s voice from inside. “Ruoxi, look what I’ve brought you!”