Chapter 116: No Time, Sister Is Very Busy

Meng Hu admitted to being combative but did not consider himself a psychologically twisted masochist. He understood the deeper meaning behind Lin Yang’s words and, without hesitation, shot him a sharp side-eye before turning and glaring fiercely at Su Xiaodong, muttering under his breath about the pervert.

Lin Yang was someone Meng Hu dared not provoke, but bullying Su Xiaodong was like a tiger encountering a helpless little rabbit—an effortless catch. Poor Su Xiaodong, after enduring a few fiery jabs, was subjected to Meng Hu’s long-unused signature move: the milk squeeze, followed by a vicious kick to his rear, causing him to collapse face-first onto the ground.

Witnessing such an amusing scene from the usually composed Meng Hu, Lin Yang could not help but curse himself for misjudging him.

The journey back lacked the heart-pounding chase of before; instead, it was filled with ease and tranquility. Yet, thanks to the lively Su Xiaodong, who occasionally cracked a dirty joke and stirred up some amusement, the trip never descended into dull silence.

Happy days always pass swiftly. What felt like mere moments later, the group arrived at Jinhai Train Station after a two-hour journey.

Besides Meng Hu, who had contacted his men to wait at the station’s entrance, Tang Yixue, concerned for Lin Yang’s wellbeing, was also waiting early.

Having learned from Tang Guang about Lin Yang’s near-death ordeal—though the other party claimed it was just superficial injuries—Tang Yixue could not suppress her lingering worry. Moreover, it had been quite some time since she last saw Lin Yang, so she was determined not to waste a single moment once her matters were settled.

The group disembarked and soon followed the crowd to the station exit.

Beauty, indeed, is favored by the heavens. No matter where they go, women like Tang Yixue shine brightly amidst the masses, immediately drawing attention. Tang Yixue was undoubtedly one of those radiant stars.

Clad in a water-blue waist-length jacket tightly hugging her figure, her ample bosom appeared even more pronounced; form-fitting jeans showcased her long, elegant legs; blue-violet seven-centimeter heels added an air of nobility and grandeur; her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, flowing with softness and grace. Such attire and appearance made Tang Yixue stand out like a celestial fairy descending to the mortal world—fresh, ethereal, and captivating.

Upon seeing Tang Yixue, Leng Nini, who had been clinging to Lin Yang’s arm, trembled involuntarily and quickly withdrew her hands, burying her head shyly into her modest chest like a frightened little rabbit before a lion, unable to meet Tang Yixue’s gaze as she waved at Lin Yang.

It was untrue to say Lin Yang did not notice Leng Nini’s unease, but in front of Tang Yixue, he chose to feign ignorance.

Striding quickly toward Tang Yixue, who had waited patiently, Lin Yang enveloped her in a bear hug, his gentle eyes fixed solely on her exquisitely beautiful face.

"Yixue, I’m sorry for making you worry," he said earnestly, without flowery words, each syllable laden with sincere remorse. Beyond the deep kiss that followed to express his affection, Lin Yang could not conjure any sweeter words to soothe her concern.

Their long kiss lasted a full five minutes. Had Tang Yixue not been gasping for breath, Lin Yang would have been reluctant to release her. Cradling her pale face—pale from sleepless nights—he noticed the dark circles beneath her eyes and felt as if his heart had been struck by lightning, pounding with anguish.

"Yixue, you’ve lost weight," he murmured, feeling as if his heart was bleeding. Usually quick with teasing remarks, now he found himself utterly speechless.

Among them, Leng Nini was the most emotionally torn. Though she had braced herself for the worst, the reality left her powerless. Tang Yixue’s presence loomed like a mountain pressing heavily on her heart, suffocating her. An inexplicable sadness flooded her, and tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes.

Meng Hu, more perceptive, merely nodded in greeting upon seeing Tang Yixue before proceeding to join his men. Even the usually noisy Su Xiaodong stood quietly aside, though his shifty eyes scanned the passing beauties like a radar, nodding in approval at those he fancied—a dog never learns new tricks.

The old saying holds true: nature is hard to change, wisdom or folly alike.

Such tender moments always feel fleeting.

Gently pushing Lin Yang, who held her tightly, Tang Yixue shyly whispered, “Xiaoyang, everyone’s still waiting, you know?”

With that, she slipped from his embrace, ignoring his helpless expression, and walked straight to where the quietly sorrowful Leng Nini stood. Before the younger woman could react, Tang Yixue took her trembling hands in hers and smiled warmly. “Nini, welcome back.”

Though her words were few, their meaning cut deep.

Women understand women best, especially when two adore the same man; their connection is almost telepathic. To claim Tang Yixue was unaware of Leng Nini’s feelings for Lin Yang would be self-deception.

Yet, some truths, once spoken, cause irrevocable pain. Tang Yixue was not the type to strike down a sister with harshness, especially one so dear.

“Yixue, you worried so much and made Xiaoyang get hurt, almost lose his life. I’m wearing a smile harder to bear than tears,” Leng Nini said apologetically, her voice choked and unable to finish. Tang Yixue’s generosity only deepened her unease.

But before love, all she could do was selfishly wait—hope that one day Lin Yang might lose himself, or lose his mind, and fall into her arms, transforming her from a girl into a woman.

“It’s nothing. I’ve always seen you as a little sister. And Xiaoyang? Isn’t it just a brother protecting his sister?” Tang Yixue smiled gently, comforting the weeping Leng Nini.

Compared to Leng Nini’s restraint, Tang Yixue was far more composed, showing no hint of rivalry or sharp glances—just humble kindness, as if oblivious to Leng Nini’s secret affections.

Such grace only made Leng Nini feel guiltier. After all, Tang Yixue and Lin Yang were childhood sweethearts, while she seemed a third party, an intruder threatening to shatter their bond.

Before Leng Nini could say more, Tang Yixue took her hand and joined Lin Yang. Under the envious and jealous stares of passersby, they boldly left the noisy station together.

The three—Lin Yang, Leng Nini, and Tang Yixue—shared a car. Without Tang Yixue, who skillfully steered the conversation, the ride might have been deathly silent.

“Uh, Yixue, Jing, how’s the situation over there lately? Is everything going smoothly?” Lin Yang asked cautiously, noticing Bai Jing hadn’t come to the station or called, his concern evident.

Despite their extensive preparations for confrontation, the Fang family’s dominance in the pharmaceutical industry was deeply entrenched. With them practically monopolizing Jinhai’s pharmaceutical trade, hoping to crush or eliminate them outright was sheer fantasy.

Unexpectedly, Tang Yixue, with a playful grin and a mischievous glint in her eyes, replied to Lin Yang’s puzzled look, “Oh, that guy’s even busier now—counting money at home all day. He hardly has time to care about us friends!”

Though she did not explicitly say so, her relaxed demeanor and the implication in her words made the meaning clear even to the dullest.

“The progress is going well?” Lin Yang pressed cautiously. Happiness arriving too swiftly often felt unreal.

“Heh, judging by the recent market demand and your ‘Heavenly Beauty’ advertising, it won’t be long before someone becomes a billionaire. The poor guy works himself to the bone, while another just reaps the profits—it’s making me a bit jealous,” Tang Yixue teased. “Xiaoyang, you owe us a big feast today!”

“Ahem, if that really happens, I’ll be supporting you all from now on,” Lin Yang blurted out, overwhelmed by excitement, his words tumbling out nonsensically.

“Supporting you all?” To Tang Yixue, this was casual, but to the ever-reserved Leng Nini, it carried a different, more poignant meaning.

As they debated where to feast, fate intervened.

Lin Yang’s phone rang—it was Bai Jing.

“Hey, Xiaoyang, where are you now? How are you? Injured? Did that girl Nini come back with you?” Bai Jing’s voice poured out like an erupting volcano, a barrage of questions that made Lin Yang’s ears tingle.

“No worries, just a life-and-death battle, a few scratches, nothing serious. Nini’s right here. We’re almost at the Blue Ocean Hotel, about to feast. Jing, why don’t you join us? It’s been ages since we all ate together,” Lin Yang replied with a smile, pleased by her concern, especially since they were now collaborators.

But Bai Jing’s answer disappointed him.

“No time.” That single phrase cut off everything Lin Yang wanted to say.

Since the day Lin Yang went to Jiangning City, Heavenly Beauty had launched with a surprise attack, causing a tremendous stir upon release. People of all ages, anyone with a heart for beauty, had fixated their curious eyes on Heavenly Beauty.

This was largely thanks to Lin Yang’s so-called “wife publicity team” and an emotionally charged commercial with superb acting.

In just two days since launch, Heavenly Beauty had made significant gains, nearly obliterating the sales of Fang Yu Pharmaceutical’s newly released drug—a truly astonishing result.

Because of this, distributors across Jinhai recognized the immense opportunity Heavenly Beauty presented, and none wished to miss out. Powerful figures vied for the rights to operate it, keeping Bai Jing relentlessly busy without spare time for dining out.