Volume One, Chapter 18: Planning to Leave After Enjoying the Delicacy?

After finishing, the fragrant breeze beside Fang Mo slowly faded away.

The woman left him with only a slender, alluring silhouette.

Phew!

Fang Mo patted his chest and let out a long breath.

That vixen really wanted to devour him.

When Sister Yue Lan had just leaned close and breathed softly like orchids, Fang Mo felt his heart pounding wildly, almost leaping out of his chest.

Carrying the altered wedding dress, Fang Mo walked out of the mall, heading toward the parking lot.

Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out.

“Grandpa, what’s wrong? Grandpa, don’t scare me!”

Fang Mo quickly looked in that direction and saw an elderly man collapsing straight onto the floor, while beside him, a young woman barely in her twenties wore a face full of anxiety.

Fang Mo was momentarily stunned, hesitated for a moment, then rushed over.

“What happened?”

The young woman lifted her eyes, looking pitifully at Fang Mo, clearly shaken by the sudden collapse of the old man.

“My… my grandpa, he fainted.”

Fang Mo frowned.

“Call an ambulance immediately.”

“There’s no signal in the parking lot.”

The girl was nearly frantic, her pale face full of panic as she murmured to herself.

“Grandpa, please don’t scare me. Wan’er was wrong, I won’t argue with you anymore.”

“Grandpa, please wake up, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Seeing this, Fang Mo gritted his teeth.

If crying could solve problems, doctors would be needless in this world…

He grabbed the fainted old man. Anyone who has ever helped a friend who passed out from drinking knows that such a person has no strength at all.

Lifting such a limp body is really exhausting.

Fang Mo felt exactly like that—his whole body was limp, drenched in sweat from the effort.

“All right, stop crying. If you don’t want anything to happen to your grandpa, help me carry him on my back.”

Startled by the young man’s sudden sharp tone, the girl was taken aback.

Without even wiping her tears, she hurriedly helped to support the old man.

Though she was weak, it at least eased some of Fang Mo’s burden.

The next moment, Fang Mo headed back inside the mall, where the Ning family’s people were all around. At least it would be easier than carrying the old man out onto the street to find strangers for help.

Finally entering the mall, Fang Mo was gasping for breath.

The security captain who had helped him earlier with Lin Xihan noticed the commotion and, upon recognizing Fang Mo, was shocked.

“Young Master Fang, what happened?”

“An old man fainted in the parking lot. Call an ambulance immediately.”

“Also, broadcast to see if anyone inside the mall knows first aid…”

Seeing Fang Mo nearly collapsing from exhaustion, several security guards hurried forward to help lower the old man.

“Cough, cough…”

Suddenly, the old man coughed violently twice, his pale face turning purple.

Mechanical asphyxia?

Fang Mo’s pupils contracted sharply. His grandfather had once been a military medic.

Therefore, Fang Mo’s medical knowledge surpassed most ordinary people.

There was no time to lose. The golden window for emergency treatment of mechanical asphyxia is only four to six minutes; missing it could cause irreversible damage, at worst meningitis.

Fang Mo clenched his teeth and decided to act, no matter the odds.

He didn’t rest but hugged the old man from behind, then with all his strength in his legs, slowly lifted the frail body and forcefully thrust backward and upward.

“What are you doing?” the young woman exclaimed in shock.

Fang Mo gritted his teeth, forcing out the words, “Heimlich maneuver.”

“Have you never been to college?”

Ignoring her, Fang Mo kept repeating the maneuver until a dozen security guards shouted, “A doctor is here!” Sweat soaked the hair at his forehead.

The arrival was no coincidence—it was the chubby owner of the jewelry store.

“Young Master Fang, I studied medicine and worked in the People's Hospital before opening my shop. What’s the patient’s condition?”

Fang Mo panted heavily. “I’m not sure, but the symptoms look like mechanical asphyxia.”

The chubby owner was startled and immediately knelt to begin rescue.

About three or four minutes later, the ambulance arrived. Having medical experience, the owner could assess the old man’s condition and accompanied the girl in the ambulance.

Watching the ambulance speed away, Fang Mo finally exhaled deeply.

“Are you okay, Young Master Fang?”

“I’m fine…”

Fang Mo took a couple of deep breaths.

Several shop managers who had gathered learned the whole story from the security guards and praised Fang Mo for being handsome and kind-hearted.

Fang Mo scratched the back of his head. He wasn’t trying to show off; he just saw the old man collapse and ran out without thinking.

That afternoon, Ning Yue Lan called twice, saying she had a lot of work and might be late coming home. Fang Mo, understanding her busy schedule, replied with a cute emoji.

What he didn’t know was that at the city’s People’s Hospital, after more than three hours of emergency treatment, the elderly man brought in at noon had regained consciousness.

“How is he? Is your grandpa okay?” the chubby jewelry store owner asked anxiously as the young woman approached the emergency room.

Tears brimmed in the girl’s eyes again. She bowed in gratitude.

“Sir, thanks to your first aid, even though he was brought in on time, missing that golden rescue window could have been fatal…”

“Nonsense, you should thank Young Master Fang more. He did a lot.”

Young Master Fang?

Recalling the young man’s figure, the girl wiped her tears.

“Do you know him?”

“I want to thank him personally once my grandpa recovers.”

Seeing the girl hand over her business card, the chubby owner accepted it.

“All right, I’ll pass your thanks to Young Master Fang next time I see him.”

He glanced at the name on the card.

He Xi Wan.

Why did this name seem so familiar?

…

The night passed quietly. Ning Yue Lan returned home in the early hours, and by then Fang Mo was already asleep. The woman tossed off her high heels and collapsed onto the bed.

The next morning, when Xiao Jie prepared breakfast, Fang Mo had finished washing but Ning Yue Lan was still in bed.

Fang Mo glanced at the small blazer casually thrown onto the sofa by Ning Yue Lan.

“Looks like Sister Yue Lan was exhausted yesterday—came home and immediately fell asleep.”

“Brother, my stockings have a run. Could you get me a new pair?”

At that moment, Ning Yue Lan’s sultry voice came from the bedroom.

Fang Mo’s expression stiffened as he sat down at the table.

Xiao Jie couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

Was Sister Yue Lan serious?

Early morning and already wanting a second round?

Fang Mo blushed and glanced toward the bedroom.

“Coming.”

He got up and found a brand-new pair of black stockings in the living room drawer, then walked toward the bedroom. Standing at the door, he hesitated but finally knocked.

“Sister Yue Lan, are you dressed?”

“No, I was too tired yesterday. I’m waiting for you to help me put them on.”

Pfft—

Fang Mo’s face flushed even deeper.

Just as he was debating whether to enter, Ning Yue Lan urged again.

“Hurry up~.”

If not me, then who?

Fang Mo steeled himself—just keep your eyes on the nose, the nose on the mouth, and the mouth on the heart.

Pretend you see nothing.

Thinking this, he stepped inside, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the bed.

There, Ning Yue Lan leaned against the headboard in an exquisitely seductive posture. Fortunately, a quilt covered her body, revealing only her upper half clad in sleepwear. Fang Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

“Your stockings, Sister Yue Lan.”

“Thanks, little brother. Why don’t you help me put them on?”

Ning Yue Lan giggled, extending a snow-white leg from under the quilt. Her foot, painted with red nail polish, was irresistibly enticing. Fang Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.

“Ahem, Sister Yue Lan, don’t tease me.”

Though not thin-skinned, Fang Mo found it hard to restrain himself from her early-morning flirtation.

“I’ll go eat first…”

Setting down the stockings, Fang Mo turned to leave.

But as he opened the door, he suddenly smelled a faint scent of alcohol.

Did Sister Yue Lan drink last night?

With whom?

A pang of unease flashed through Fang Mo’s heart.

His wife had stayed out late drinking.

Though their marriage had been an accident, he was still her husband. Should he ask?

Biting his lip, Fang Mo hesitated.

“Um… Sister Yue Lan? Did you drink last night?”

At that moment, just as Fang Mo thought the young woman had left, Ning Yue Lan emerged from the bed. Her long, slender legs gleamed, one bent as she put on her stockings, the exposed skin radiating allure.

Fang Mo was stunned by the sensual sight.

Ning Yue Lan’s eyes met his in midair, equally surprised.

Though she often joked boldly, as Xiao Jie had said when buying BYT, Ning Yue Lan wasn’t quite ready for this.

“Uh…”

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened.

Fang Mo turned to flee.

Ning Yue Lan snorted.

“You little rascal, stop right there!”

“Trying to eat sister’s tofu and run? Not so easy! Come here…”