My Silly, Sweet Wife

Everyone fell silent, all their eyes on Ye Guichen, wanting to see what he could say.

Ye Guichen smiled slightly and first pointed to the disciple named Mu Ye: ”He isn’t sick...”

”Haha, not sick?”

”Kid, it seems your medical skills are just so-so. Who says he isn’t sick?”

”This round...”

Before Ye Guichen could finish, Matsui Ichiro burst into laughter, his face full of mockery, yet he let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, he had a card up his sleeve. Even if Ye Guichen saw that Mu Ye wasn’t sick, it was enough to prove he had some skills.

After all, Mu Ye was really healthy, with the main issue being psychological.

Who knew, though, that Ye Guichen would interrupt Matsui Ichiro: ”Hey, I haven’t finished speaking yet, why are you in such a hurry?”

”Hmm?” Matsui Ichiro was stunned: ”What do you mean?”

”I mean, how could he not be sick? He’s got a filthy disease and is close to the point of no return.” Ye Guichen said.

”Filthy disease?” Matsui Ichiro stared intently at Ye Guichen, just about to sneer, but suddenly thought of something and abruptly turned to look at Mu Ye.

Mu Ye was hanging his head, visibly uneasy, apparently struck by Ye Guichen’s words.

”Mu Ye, is he telling the truth?” Matsui Ichiro started trembling slightly as he stared straight at Mu Ye.

Mu Ye was so frightened his legs buckled, and he fell to his knees: ”Master, I, I didn’t do it on purpose, I accidentally got infected, I, I didn’t expect this to happen. When we first arrived in Hua Country, didn’t you say we should relax? I just went out a few times to play, but I didn’t expect...”

Matsui Ichiro’s mind went blank with a buzz.

He had a deep affection for this disciple.

Of course, others didn’t know that Matsui Ichiro had some peculiar preferences.

Although he didn’t quite share Mu Ye’s fondness for men, Matsui Ichiro wasn’t far behind.

Because Matsui Ichiro liked both men and women.

When he took Mu Ye as a disciple, besides Mu Ye’s high aptitude in medicine, the most important thing was Mu Ye’s delicate appearance, which met his predatory standards.

Yet he didn’t expect Mu Ye to contract a filthy disease.

A wave of fear surged in his heart.

Luckily, he hadn’t made a move on Mu Ye, or else he would have been done for too.

”Baka yarō!” Matsui Ichiro roared in anger, slapping Mu Ye: ”Get out of here, as far as you can, and don’t let me see you again.”

Mu Ye had no face left to stay, glared venomously at Ye Guichen, and turned to run away dejectedly.

This scene, however, stunned everyone present.

President Mai’s old eyes flashed, staring at Ye Guichen in disbelief: ”Nephew Ye, that kind of disease in its early stage is hard to detect, how did you see it?”

Ye Guichen smiled and explained: ”Actually, it’s simple. I learned a type of physiognomy from my master when I was young, and this physiognomy is also part of Chinese medicine. When I first saw the person named Mu Ye, he gave me a yin-like feeling. Haha, and he was eyeing some of the young men present, so I judged that he had issues with his orientation.”

At this point, Ye Guichen looked at Matsui Ichiro: ”As for Mr. Matsui, now let me check if you have any illnesses, shall I?”

Matsui Ichiro’s gaze instantly became evasive.

”What, what’s there to check?” This Ye Guichen had a bit of an evil streak. If he pointed out any issues with his orientation, it would be devastating for him.

Furthermore, even his family might expel him for the sake of face.

”Didn’t you just say? We’re having a competition. I’ll do a buy-one-get-one-free and check both master and disciple together, how about that?” Ye Guichen stepped closer with a smile: ”Of course, if you admit defeat, I won’t mention your relationship with your disciple.”

This statement carried deep implications.

Matsui Ichiro grew increasingly tense.

He didn’t dare to gamble; what if Ye Guichen really saw something, then what?

Thinking back, this was just a competition, and his specialty was the Ascension Pill. His heart settled: ”Alright, I concede this round. Let’s move on to the next competition!”

”Conceded?”

”Damn, Mr. Matsui actually admitted defeat?”

”This, this must be a dream, right?”

No one expected Ye Guichen to win this round so easily.

Mai Lang was also incredulous: ”That kid sure is lucky to win a round, huh. Really stepped in dog sh*t.”

Su Tong, however, was overjoyed: ”Well done, Nephew Ye, well done!”

President Mai’s eyes narrowed as he carefully observed Ye Guichen.

At first, he didn’t believe Ye Guichen could turn the tide, but now, he felt a faint sense of belief.