AERHABDAW 39

Chapter 39: Nightmares Return

Shaole Yan felt dizzy, her heart racing. In the next moment, her legs gave way, and in front of the representatives from the two cities, she fell straight to her knees.

And where her knees touched the ground happened to be right in front of an exceptionally handsome young man, elegant and sculptural as if carved from marble.

Mu Jinsheng did not miss a single move of the woman who had stolen his sister’s true love. From the moment she was helped out of the car by Fu Xingchen to the moment she suddenly knelt before him, his gaze never left her.

Beautiful, elegant, gentle, and sensual—she was a completely different type from Jiajiao, though she couldn’t exactly be called a goddess descending to earth.

If she could withstand Fu Xingchen’s extraordinary powers, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable that she could conquer his steel-hard heart in such a short time.

It was probably just that he had been lonely for so long and, having finally found a woman permitted to be close, he mistook it for love.

Mu Jinsheng secretly pondered for a long time, shifting his gaze from Fu Xingchen supporting Shaole Yan to his sister, Mu Jiajiao.

The little girl’s eyes were red with anger, like a frightened white rabbit. She hadn’t had much appetite these past few days.

Lu Chuchen was so anxious he bounced up and down, almost running to the central city to teach Fu Xingchen a lesson. Fortunately, he was stopped by his father; otherwise, it was uncertain whether the leaders’ regular meeting could proceed as scheduled.

Mu Jinsheng sighed, stretching out his long arms to pull Mu Jiajiao into his embrace.

“Jiajiao, there are so many good men in the world. Let’s not hang ourselves on just one tree.”

Mu Jiajiao sniffled, lowered her head, and stared at the ground, saying nothing.

Mu Sheng, however, paid no attention to his children’s side, and the moment he saw Shaole Yan clearly, his eyes could no longer hold anyone else.

He had seen countless women, but in this post-apocalyptic world full of hardships, he had never seen a woman as fresh and enchanting as Shaole Yan—a delicate bud clearly cherished and protected.

His eyes went blank, and when he saw Shaole Yan fall, he hurried a few steps forward to help, but he was too far away to even touch the hem of her clothes.

Shaole Yan caught sight of his subtle attempt to approach, and her whole body trembled even more. Even Fu Xingchen couldn’t lift her in a single attempt.

“Yan Yan,” Fu Xingchen squatted to meet her gaze, concern overflowing from his eyes, “what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Shaole Yan’s head was splitting, and memories from school—memories of despair that should have been sealed—came flooding back, an all-consuming pain that left her helpless.

“Brother!”

Fu Xingyan saw Shaole Yan in trouble and panicked like an ant on a hot pan. Forgetting about protocol, he quickly suggested,

“Let’s go inside and have a healer-type psychic check on Shaole Yan first.”

Mu Sheng nodded. “Yes. Fu City Lord, put official matters aside for now. Miss Shao’s health is the most important.”

Fu Xingchen immediately scooped Shaole Yan into his arms. “Then I’ll trouble you, Fu City Lord.”

He then nodded to Mu Sheng to lead the way.

Mu Sheng, without another word, left the dozens of people in Central City behind and turned to make a path for Fu Xingchen, who carried the fainted Shaole Yan.

Mu Jiajiao had been drowning in the pain of heartbreak, but when she realized that neither her brother nor her father—who always treated her like a treasure—paid attention to her, she was bewildered.

“Brother,” Mu Jiajiao poked her head out from Mu Jinsheng’s embrace, looking like an innocent newborn rabbit, “what’s going on? Fu Xingchen’s wife just got out of the car fine. Why did she suddenly faint?”

Mu Jinsheng looked at his father’s anxious retreating figure and felt a sudden premonition of misfortune.

Seeing Mu Jinsheng frown, Mu Jiajiao also grew anxious.

“Brother, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Snapping back to reality, Mu Jinsheng didn’t want this potential trouble to affect the little girl’s mood. After all, given Shaole Yan’s special status, his father, no matter how absurd, would consider Fu Xingchen’s position and probably wouldn’t act recklessly.

He smiled faintly. “I don’t know. Maybe she’s just not feeling well.”

Central City, Psychic Hospital

Shaole Yan lay on the bed, her face pale, eyes tightly shut, showing no sign of waking, as if trapped in an endless, torturous nightmare.

Fu Xingchen had seen her like this before, tormented by the man who had gouged her eyes and pierced her heart.

He instinctively connected the past and present, and no matter how subtly Mu Sheng inquired, he never revealed a word.

But Mu Sheng wasn’t one to give up easily.

“Fu City Lord, we just met not long ago. We meet again so soon. This time, you must stay a few days so I can properly entertain you and your new wife.”

Fu Xingchen had no intention of polite small talk. “We’ll see. If Yan Yan isn’t feeling well, I’ll have Xingyan stay here to continue the meeting.”

Mu Sheng raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by Fu Xingchen’s seriousness.

But at the sight of Shaole Yan’s stunning face and graceful figure, he felt a burning desire. Even the women who had lain in his bed didn’t compare to half of her.

He thought, if he let such a beauty leave the city, he’d regret it for a long time.

Thinking this, Mu Sheng glared sternly at the psychic treating Shaole Yan.

“What? Madam Fu hasn’t woken up? If you can’t treat her, call back Bing Shan.”

“The madam’s body is fine, but her mental state is very unstable. She may need a psychic specialized in mental healing more than a standard healer-type psychic.”

Fu Xingchen frowned. “Can’t a healer-type psychic treat mental trauma?”

“They can, but only a high-level healer like Senior Bing Shan. I don’t have that capability.”

Mu Sheng slapped his thigh and shouted to his subordinate.

“Didn’t I tell you? If you can’t treat her, call Bing Shan back immediately!”

Lying on the bed, the familiar voice reverberated in Shaole Yan’s ears, like a demonic roar shaking her whole body.

She was afraid of being discovered conscious, but she had no courage to face it.

She couldn’t understand. In this brand-new world of sweetness and pampering, even her ex-husband Xiao Yi was gone from her life. Why was there still someone exactly like the male teacher who had once violated her?

And this person wasn’t an ordinary NPC—he was the legitimate Lord of Central City, a position that could rival Fu Xingchen himself.

She began to question whether surviving this life was truly lucky.

If Le’an knew about this coincidence, would he regret saving her?

Before Shaole Yan could spiral further, the intense conversation in the room suddenly stopped, leaving only the deliberate sound of light footsteps in the quiet.