A towering figure rushed in like a whirlwind, throwing a straight punch directly at Yang Fan's head.
The punch carried immense power. If an ordinary person took that hit, they would be knocked out cold on the spot.
Sensing the danger, Yang Fan concentrated with absolute intensity. The next second, he noticed the man's movements becoming exceptionally slow, just like an old man doing Tai Chi in the park.
Releasing the dzi bead in his hand, Yang Fan sidestepped and easily dodged the punch.
The tall, muscular man's gaze narrowed slightly as he jerked his shoulder to pull back his fist, while simultaneously raising his other arm to push Luoli behind him.
"What are you doing?"
Only then did Luoli react, quickly grabbing the man's arm.
The man turned his head and asked in a deep voice, "Miss, did this punk just bully you?"
Even as he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Yang Fan, holding a defensive stance.
"Nobody bullied me. Can't you ask first before throwing punches? If you hurt someone, I'll have to pay their medical bills."
Grumbling, Luoli raised her dainty fist and patted the man a few times.
What just happened? Why did his movements suddenly slow down?
No, it wasn't that his movements had slowed down—it was that my own neural response speed had increased.
If I wanted to, while dodging that attack just now, I could have also landed an uppercut right on this big oaf's chin.
Could it be that the car accident not only granted me X-ray Vision, but also enhanced my physical body?
Hmm... When I was unconscious, I vaguely heard someone say that as I was sent flying by the car, I was also struck by lightning.
Is this what they mean by "surviving a major disaster brings guaranteed fortune thereafter"?
A flurry of thoughts rushed through Yang Fan's mind.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and apologize to him."
Being very obedient to Luoli, the brawny man immediately dropped his defensive stance, stood up straight, bowed to Yang Fan on the hospital bed, and shouted, "I'm sorry!"
Yang Fan's eardrums ached from the man's booming voice, and he forced a wry smile as he waved his hand. He originally intended to turn off his X-ray Vision right then.
Pretty girls were fine to look at for a while, but rugged hulks were a different story—it was an eyesore.
However, a certain part of the brawny man's body caught his attention.
Don't get me wrong; Yang Fan's sexual orientation was completely normal, and he wasn't a pervert.
He discovered a shadow over the brawny man's liver region.
At the same time, another piece of information surfaced in his mind.
[Qi and blood stagnation caused by martial arts training; curable with a Minor Returning Pill. The medicinal recipe...]
Before Yang Fan could fully digest the information in his mind, Luoli bounced out from behind the brawny man and asked with some surprise, "My Brother Wu is a top-tier martial artist. You actually managed to dodge his attack while sitting down—are you a martial artist too?"
Yang Fan shook his head repeatedly. "Just a coincidence."
He had no intention of exposing his secret just to show off; otherwise, he might get hauled away for dissection and research.
Luoli curled her lips, fished the dzi bead back out from between her cleavage, and asked, "Have you looked at it closely? What do you think of this item?"
Big and fair, and those two scraps of fabric simply couldn't contain them, Yang Fan thought to himself.
Feeling another warm current surging out of his nostrils, accompanied by a throbbing headache, he hurriedly tapped his glabella to shut off his X-ray Vision.
Then, clearing his throat, he asked in return, "How much did you pay for this dzi bead?"
Luoli blinked and flashed an eight with her fingers.
"Eight thousand?"
That wouldn't be too bad. The forgery quality of this dzi bead was extremely high, and even experts could get fooled; eight thousand could just be written off as tuition for a lesson. Besides, this young miss didn't look like she was short on cash.
"Get real, for eight thousand they wouldn't even let you look at it. Eight hundred... thousand," Luoli said with an arched eyebrow.
"Cough, cough..."
Hearing that figure, Yang Fan choked on his own saliva and broke into a violent fit of coughing. This wasn't just someone who had money to burn—she was a total sucker!
"Little sister, if you can, hurry up and go get a refund."
Luoli immediately frowned. "What do you mean? It's fake?"
Yang Fan nodded heavily.
"Impossible! This is the first good piece I've ever bought since I started collecting, and it's Jet Li's exact model. Take another good look."Luoli tugged at the heavenly bead and held it out to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan waved a hand and said, "No need to look, it's one hundred percent fake."
"You... you don't understand. Look at the quality, look at the pattern." Luoli stubbornly argued with him.
At this moment, the muscular man gave a light cough and said, "Miss, the master is almost at the airport."
"Ah, I almost forgot about the important business."
Luoli glared at Yang Fan. "It's all your fault. If you don't understand something, learn more instead of talking nonsense outside. You're going to get yourself beaten up."
"I'm leaving. Add me on WeChat."
Yang Fan scanned her QR code and added her on WeChat. When he saw her WeChat display name, he almost burst out laughing — First Sight in Fengcheng.
Of course, Yang Fan's own WeChat name wasn't much better; it was I Love My Wife.
"My name is Wen Wan, and you're Yang Fan, right? I saw your ID card. We're destined to meet again."
With that, she picked up the bag hanging at the end of the bed and trotted out of the ward.
"Miss, slow down."
Just as the muscular man was about to follow her, Yang Fan's voice came from behind.
"My friend, there's something wrong with your liver. You'd better go get it checked."
The muscular man frowned and left the ward without even turning his head.
Yang Fan had brought this snub upon himself. And fair enough—if someone inexplicably told him something was wrong with his health, he wouldn't be happy either.
Left all alone in the ward, as the silence settled over him, his heart was quickly filled with grief and fury.
Being cuckolded was bad enough, but his wife had even given birth to a little dark-skinned baby for him.
This was a pain no man could possibly endure.
The ridiculous part was that, prior to this, he had considered himself the happiest man in the world.
Yang Fan had originally been a penniless junior office worker living in a run-down rental room that cost three hundred yuan a month. Things like getting married and having children were only ever distant fantasies.
Then suddenly, good fortune struck him out of the blue.
That evening, as he was heading home from work, he bumped into Liu Dan, the daughter of his company's boss.
Liu Dan seemed to be in a bad mood and insisted on dragging him to a bar for drinks.
How could Yang Fan dare to refuse such a thing? Besides, Liu Dan was a great beauty.
The two of them drank until they were completely out of it. When they woke up the next day, they found themselves lying naked together.
Looking at the smear of crimson on the pristine white bedsheet, Yang Fan's heart practically stopped.
His mind was already racing, trying to figure out how to work a sewing machine properly in prison and how to avoid getting buggered by his cellmates.
Yet never in his wildest dreams did he expect Liu Dan to throw herself into his arms, looking all coy and shy as she said, "You have to take responsibility for me."
Happiness had arrived so abruptly.
Far from blaming him, Liu Dan even wanted to marry him.
At first, the Liu Family had refused. With all their wealth and status, how could they possibly marry their precious apple of their eye to an orphan raised by an old woman who collected scrap?
Who would have thought Yang Fan was a sharpshooter on the first try? Not long after, Liu Dan announced she was pregnant.
Coupled with her bitter pleading and even threatening to die if she couldn't, Liu Father Liu Wenchang had no choice but to pinch his nose and accept Yang Fan.
The two of them quickly got their marriage certificate, Yang Fan married into the Liu Family, and his boss overnight became his father-in-law.
Who knew how many people envied and resented him for such a thing?
Even though Yang Fan still did all the dirty and exhausting work at the company, even though his mother-in-law was sharp-tongued and mean, even though his brother-in-law had a violent temper and would resort to fists and kicks at the slightest provocation, even though Liu Dan had never shared a bed with him again after that night...
He worked even harder, serving his father-in-law and mother-in-law with the utmost devotion, hoping that one day he could win the approval of the Liu Family.
Now that he thought about it, he had actually fallen right into Liu Dan's trap from the very beginning. He was simply the ultimate sucker Liu Dan had found to take the blame—a complete and utter fool, through and through.
A pleasant ringtone interrupted Yang Fan's train of thought. It was a call from his third older sister, and he hurriedly pressed the answer button.
"Xiaofan, hurry over to Brocade Pavilion right now. There are a few items I can't quite authenticate!"