Chapter 117: The Signature Skill

"Liangmu, Liangmu, wait for me!" Xie Cheng called out behind Fu Liangmu, yet his steps were slow and graceful like an ancient maiden's—delicate, poised, and restrained. As Fu Liangmu opened the car door to get in, Xie Cheng grew anxious. Suddenly, he took a long stride forward, his face paling.

"Pain, pain, pain... Is it swollen now?" Xie Cheng's leg gave way, and he fell forward uncontrollably. Bang! His hands slammed against the car, trapping Fu Liangmu within his embrace, creating a safe distance between them. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, falling silently to the ground in an instant. He exhaled deeply, relieved, "That was close... just a hair's breadth away."

Just then, an awkward voice chimed from behind—a young girl's crisp, gossiping tone. "Did I come at the wrong time again?" The clicks of a camera shutter followed. Xie Cheng turned, his pupils reflecting the harsh flash.

"Hehe, this one's for Wanwan—to show her your true colors," the girl teased. Xie Cheng's lips twitched, "No, no, please..." Fu Liangmu boarded the car with a stern expression. Xie Cheng clung to the door, speaking gently, "Don't act rashly. If you send that photo out, aren't you just sabotaging Liangmu and Wanwan's relationship?"

Xia Kelan extended her hand, "Then where's my bag?"

"In my car. Go get it yourself! Here are the keys!" Xie Cheng tossed the keys hurriedly, fearing Fu Liangmu might escape, and scrambled into the car.

"I'll drive, I'll drive—just sit back and relax," Xie Cheng grinned obsequiously. The black Maybach glided along the main road, silence filling the interior. Xie Cheng coughed lightly, shifting his aching leg.

"Don't get mad at that girl. She knows nothing, just endless wild guesses," Fu Liangmu lifted his cold, detached gaze to him. "Are you interested in her?"

"Uh... I like anyone good-looking, you know how it is," Xie Cheng raised an eyebrow, meaning layered beneath the words. "By the way, I'm headed to the Chinese medicine clinic for some herbs—come with me?"

"Frequent nosebleeds aren't good," Fu Liangmu said, pressing the brake at a red light. He tapped on his phone and held it up before Xie Cheng. "Look, Baidu says nosebleeds might mean some incurable...—"

"Shut up!" Fu Liangmu swatted the phone, which flew under the seat. Xie Cheng scrambled to retrieve it, failing after a long reach. Horns honked impatiently. His head ducked low as a muffled voice drifted up.

"Look—irritability, emotional instability, anger, coldness—these are symptoms of mental illness!" Fu Liangmu sneered, gripping the back of Xie Cheng's neck.

"Ouch, ouch! Let go, let go!"

"Wrong, wrong, I was just babbling..." Xie Cheng struggled to fish out the phone, massaging his aching neck, grumbling, "You're too violent. No wonder Wanwan doesn't like you..."

"What did you say?" Fu Liangmu's eyes darkened. Xie Cheng timidly set the navigation to their usual Chinese medicine clinic.

"I'm only trying to help. Last time I saw your grandmother, she mentioned you often have nosebleeds..." Xie Cheng coaxed like a parent calming a stubborn child. "If you're ill, you need to treat it early—don't delay."

Fu Liangmu clenched his teeth, fists cracking with tension. A chilling aura seeped from his pores, enveloping Xie Cheng like an impenetrable frost. Xie Cheng shivered, forcing a nervous laugh, "Having a human air conditioner in summer is a blessing—I'm tempted to turn on the heater..."

In Fu Liangmu's ink-black eyes lurked a dangerous gleam, like a fierce beast ready to tear him apart at any moment. The car soon stopped.

"Let's go, let the old Chinese doctor take your pulse."

"I also need to get some medicine for my mother. Stop dawdling," Xie Cheng said. His mother's frail constitution required monthly visits to the clinic.

Fu Liangmu exited the car. Inside, Xie Cheng expertly found someone to prepare the herbs. Seizing a chance when Fu Liangmu was distracted, he discreetly grabbed the young medicine apprentice. "Go, call your master—have him take a look at my friend."

Fu Liangmu fiddled with his phone nearby as an elderly Chinese doctor approached with a kindly smile, exuding no threat.

"Do you need treatment?" The doctor asked just as Fu Liangmu opened his mouth, but Xie Cheng swiftly grabbed Fu Liangmu's wrist, pressing down firmly to prevent any escape.

"Yes, yes, he's been having frequent nosebleeds!" Xie Cheng explained thoughtfully, producing a handkerchief from his pocket and placing it on Fu Liangmu's wrist.

The doctor closed his eyes, feeling Fu Liangmu's pulse. His brows furrowed, then lifted in puzzlement; his expressions shifted swiftly, unnerving Xie Cheng.

"What's wrong?"

"Hopeless?"

"How much time does he have left?"

Finally, the doctor opened his eyes, shaking his head as he looked at Fu Liangmu.

"Just married?"

Xie Cheng stared in astonishment, "You can tell that just by the pulse?"

"And the relationship with his wife isn't great, right?" The doctor inquired further.

Xie Cheng was dumbfounded, eyes wide. "Amazing. You should stop seeing patients and start fortune-telling!"

The doctor gave him a dry glance. "I didn't ask you."

Reluctantly, Fu Liangmu gave a faint nod. Xie Cheng scratched his head. "So what's really wrong with him?"

"Nothing serious," the doctor replied cheerfully, "Just pent-up emotions."

"Pent-up... pfft..." Xie Cheng almost burst out laughing but restrained himself, clenching his fists to his lips to stifle his mocking amusement.

Unfazed, the doctor continued, oblivious to Fu Liangmu's darkening face.

"Young people tend to have fiery tempers—that's normal."

"But you can't just keep igniting the fire and never douse it."

"Over time, it could affect your health."

Xie Cheng cleared his throat, his shoulders trembling slightly. "Should we prescribe something to reduce the heat?"

"No need. This isn't something medicine can fix. You've got two hands, don't be so stubborn," the doctor said.

Fu Liangmu's face darkened further. He abruptly stood and headed outside. Xie Cheng hurried after him, laughing until his sides ached.

"Brother, you're way too straightforward."

"Have you forgotten our signature skill?"

Xie Cheng waved his right hand.

Fu Liangmu looked exasperated. "Are you done?"

"Done, done." Xie Cheng sealed his lips.

Watching Fu Liangmu get into the car, Xie Cheng pressed his face against the window, peering inside. "Where are you off to?"

"Home."

Xie Cheng suddenly brightened. "I'll send you some resources later."

Fu Liangmu regarded him, puzzled.

"Alright, alright, we're all men here—I know exactly what's on your mind. European, Japanese, Korean, or domestic?"

Fu Liangmu's hand gripping the steering wheel twitched, veins bulging, barely restraining his urge to strike him.

"Are you planning to go abroad again?"

Xie Cheng's chatter ceased abruptly. He took two steps back. Fu Liangmu's deadly tone followed like a shadow.

"The man you were investigating last time—did you find anything?"

"Not yet... no..."

"Get lost!"