27/06/2025
"Babe, hurry up! My husband's going to be back soon!"
Inside the luxurious villa, Ethan Smith stood at the bedroom door, overhearing the anxious voice from inside.
That voice was unmistakably familiar to him; it belonged to his wife, Sylvia Johnson.
"He's a useless loser. So what if he comes back? Even if he sees us, he'll just have to swallow it!" A gruff male voice rang out, piercing Ethan's ears.
Ethan stood frozen at the door, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
*Rage was boiling up within him, threatening to rob him of his sanity.*
With a loud "bang,"
his bloodshot eyes flashed as he kicked the door wide open!
Inside the room, there they were—a man and a woman, alone together, disheveled and half-dressed.
Seeing Sylvia's submissive pose on the bed made Ethan seethe with rage; his tears betrayed him, trailing freely down his cheeks.
"Sylvia! Why would you do this to me?" Ethan's gaze was wrought with pain; his teeth clenched as he stared her down with unrelenting fury.
A flicker of panic flashed in Sylvia's eyes, but it quickly evaporated.
It was replaced with a chilling look of indifference.
"Well, since you caught us, there's no point in hiding anymore," Sylvia sneered.
"Why? Why would you treat me this way? Three years. I've spent three years in your Johnson family, living like less than a dog! If you told me to squat, I wouldn't dare to stand. And yet—and yet you would still betray me!"
Ethan's voice nearly broke into a scream as he roared this accusation, his face drenched in tears.
Sylvia let out a cold laugh and said, "Someone like you—an absolute nobody—how could any woman ever love that?"
Then, she shifted her gaze to the muscular man by her side.
"Do you know who he is? Gary Brown, of the Brown family! Truth be told, we've been together in secret for a long time now. If it weren't for Grandpa insisting we stay married, I would've kicked you out ages ago!" Sylvia's eyes gleamed with disdain as she smirked.
Gary snorted and chimed in, "Quit wasting time telling this loser anything. There's no way he can comprehend the Brown family, let alone The Taylor Family of the Capital City."
Ethan's face twisted into a bitter smile.
*Although he didn't know much about business, he was at least aware of the Taylor family from the Capital City.*
*Recently, all of River City's media had been buzzing about them. It would've been hard for him not to know.*
Looking at Sylvia's stunning yet utterly cold face, Ethan couldn't help but let out quiet sobs.
"For three years, I've served you—I've served you like a dog. Even dogs develop feelings after a while..." Ethan choked, sobbing uncontrollably.
Sylvia sneered, "You? You're worse than a dog."
Gary broke into mocking laughter, "Idiot, if you know what's good for you, just pretend you didn't see anything today. The three of us can still live together happily, and you can even keep serving your goddess like you've been doing."
"But if you don't know what's good for you, pack up your things and get out." Gary's demeanor was lofty and commanding, as though he were the master of the house.
*Ethan felt a crushing sense of powerlessness.*
*When Sylvia's grandfather, Bill Johnson—obsessed with divination at the time—insisted Ethan would bring good fortune to the family, Ethan had been taken in as a live-in son-in-law.*
*For three years, Ethan endured humiliation. Apart from Bill Johnson, no one in the Johnson family ever respected him.*
*This only deepened his insecurity, driving him to placate the family incessantly, terrified of offending anyone.*
*But in the end, all his efforts had led to this bitter reality.*
*"I really am a worthless fool," Ethan muttered to himself with self-deprecation.*
"Three years of this. Maybe it's time I grew a spine, don't you think?" Ethan fixed his gaze on the shameless couple in front of him. His eyes suddenly took on a sinister gleam.
"What, are you mad now?" Gary noticed the look in Ethan's eyes but remained utterly unfazed, his expression brimming with mockery.
Ethan's glare didn't waver. Seizing his resolve, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "You piece of garbage—I'm coming for you!"
With that, Ethan lunged at Gary with all his might!
But a man like Ethan, frail and utterly lacking in physical strength, was no match at all.
Before even landing a blow, Gary effortlessly sent Ethan sprawling onto the ground with one swift kick.
The searing pain in his abdomen made standing up almost impossible for Ethan.
"Damn it, how dare a useless piece of scum like you swing at me?" Gary roared in anger.
He stormed toward Ethan, pummeling and kicking him relentlessly.
*This pushed Ethan to the brink of despair.*
He lay motionless on the cold floor, taking blow after blow without resistance.
*"What a pathetic existence I lead," Ethan mused bitterly, cradling his head.*
*"I can't even avenge myself—is living even worth it for me?" Ethan's eyes began to glaze over with hopelessness.*
The unrelenting assault left his mouth smeared with blood.
"Enough, enough. Beating up this loser is beneath you," Sylvia cooed, pulling Gary away sweetly.
Gary spat on Ethan's face for good measure and pointed to the door. "Get out of here now, or I'll kill you!"
Ethan struggled to rise from the ground, dragging himself step by step toward the exit.
*Hatred burned in his heart—for this vile pair of adulterers. But more than anything, he loathed his own weakness, his failure to exact justice.*
*Ethan refused to leave in such utter humiliation. Not without a fight.*
"Sylvia, you'll regret this," Ethan turned to say coldly.
Gary pointed at him, erupting in curses, "Get the hell out right now, hear me?"
Wiping the blood from his lips, Ethan staggered out of the Johnson family home.
As he reached the entrance, he ran into his mother-in-law, Brenda Johnson, who had just arrived.
Brenda's eyes briefly scanned the Mercedes parked outside, and an immediate understanding seemed to dawn within her.
"Mom..." Ethan called out weakly, his voice tinged with wounded pride.
Brenda's expression mirrored the others—cold and detached.
Annoyed, she waved him off. "If you know everything now, then do the smart thing and leave peacefully! Let me tell you, everyone in the Johnson family agrees it's time for you to be kicked out!"
Despair gripped Ethan even tighter upon hearing this.
"Does Grandpa agree to this too?" Ethan asked, unwilling to give up just yet.
Brenda sneered, "He doesn't have a choice this time! The Brown family already finalized their cooperation with The Taylor Family of the Capital City. If we manage to hitch ourselves to their wagon, the Johnson family may even get a taste of that success!"
"This involves the future of the entire clan. Do you honestly think some old man can go against it?" Brenda's voice dripped with contempt.
"And as for his talk about good luck? Clearly just outdated superstitions," Brenda scoffed.
Ethan didn't say another word.
*The cold indifference of everyone in the Johnson family shattered his spirit.*
He wiped his lips clean, striding out of their home with large, determined steps.
The pain coursing through his body, combined with the heartbreak tearing at his soul, was agony he could no longer endure.
At last, he collapsed onto the street in exhaustion.
Just then,
a Maybach with Capital City plates came to a smooth halt before Ethan.
The car window rolled down slowly, revealing a long-haired, elegantly poised girl scrutinizing Ethan's limp figure with a frown.
"So he's the fiancé Grandpa chose for me?" The girl blinked her wide eyes, carefully studying Ethan.
Seeing his sorry state, her expression soured into visible distaste.
"Miss, could there be... some mistake? Didn't the old master say he wouldn't be an ordinary man?" A man dressed as a bodyguard questioned, furrowing his brows.
Emily Taylor didn't reply. Instead, she waved her hand and said, "Bring him into the car."
"Yes, miss." A few bodyguards swiftly stepped out and hauled Ethan into the vehicle.
Gazing at the pitiful man before her, Emily's brows furrowed even deeper.
"Does Grandpa really mean for me to marry this kind of loser?" Emily sighed, her mind drifting to the solemn words her grandfather had left her before passing:
"Emily, we Taylor family owe him a great debt! If not for Ethan's father, we would never have achieved what we have today!"
"Ethan's father left behind a token for him. I promised to hand it over once Ethan turned thirty."
"Mr. Smith was a man of extraordinary power, and I trust his son will be the same. Emily, you must treat Ethan well."
*Grandpa's repeated reminders echoed through Emily's thoughts, her exquisite face breaking into a faint, resigned smile.*
"If he turns out to be someone with potential, then I'll honor Grandpa's wishes." Emily muttered internally.
"But... if he's truly a waste, then I can't bring myself to comply." Emily sighed heavily.
She began tracing her fingers along a piece of jade-green pendant—the very keepsake her grandfather had entrusted for Ethan.
With deliberate care, Emily slipped the pendant around Ethan's neck before coldly turning away.
"The token has been passed on; the Taylor family has fulfilled its agreement." Emily thought to herself.
But she failed to notice that, as the bloodstained pendant brushed against Ethan, a soft glow emanated from it before rapidly merging into his body.
The car slowly drove down the road.
"Miss, the River City Lord and River City's business circle want to invite you to dinner." At this time, Emily Taylor's secretary suddenly spoke.
Emily Taylor resumed her usual indifference.
She coldly said: "Reject them all, take Ethan Smith to the hospital first."
The secretary opened his mouth, smiling awkwardly: "Miss, you...aren't really going to marry such a loser, are you?"
Hearing this, a hint of ice flashed through Emily Taylor's eyes.
"Do I need to report how I make my decisions with you?" Emily Taylor coldly said.
The secretary's face changed immediately, he hurriedly slapped himself and said, "Miss, I... overstepped my bounds."
After speaking, Emily Taylor covered her mouth with her jade hand and started coughing violently.
"Miss, it's time for you to take your medicine..." The secretary hurriedly reminded her.
"Start the car." However, Emily Taylor did not pay any attention to his words and just gave the order expressionlessly.
The car rushed towards the hospital.
Meanwhile, Ethan Smith, who was unconscious, seemed to have a dream.
In the dream, it was an endless pitch-black void.
And in this darkness, there was a man, coldly staring at Ethan Smith.
He had a towering stature, with an air of a sovereign, as if a true god had descended! Inspiring unparalleled reverence!
"Where...where is this? And who are you?" Ethan Smith said, somewhat panicky.
The man turned around, coldly looking at Ethan Smith.
"I never thought that my son would be such a loser." The man said coldly.
Son?
Hearing this, Ethan Smith's heart felt like it was being stabbed by something!
Since he was a child, Ethan Smith had never seen his parents!
As for family affection, it was something he longed for but could never reach!
Although he had never seen the man before, Ethan Smith felt an inexplicable closeness to him!
"Are you...my father? Dad, I miss you so much..." Ethan Smith anxiously reached out, trying to touch his father.
But his hand passed straight through him.
"At the age of thirty, a man should have achieved something. My inheritance is now yours." The man coldly spoke.
"If you're a failure, I believe the Taylor family will take care of you for the rest of your life, and I'll never see you."
"If you have ambition, nothing in this world can stop you!"
"I look forward to meeting you."
After finishing these words, the scene before him began to fade away.
Ethan Smith cried out like a madman: "Dad, don't go, Dad!!"
But no matter how Ethan Smith shouted, he couldn't stop the scene from disappearing.
Ethan Smith was devastated, he knelt on the ground, tears in his eyes, and in unbearable pain.
He had always dreamed of meeting his birth parents, wanting to share his grievances like other people.
But no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the collapse of the scene before him.
Soon, a mysterious memory surged into Ethan Smith's mind!
There were sacred medical arts, cultivation methods, and ancient and modern arcane techniques...
In his dantian, a hint of green energy slowly flowed.
Before Ethan Smith could react, everything went black before his eyes.
By the time he woke up again, he was lying on a huge double bed.
In front of him was a girl with long hair, fluttering in the wind, and slender legs.
"You're awake?" Emily Taylor looked up and down at Ethan Smith, as if trying to see through him.
Ethan Smith hurriedly sat up from the bed and nervously said: "Who... who are you?"
Emily Taylor didn't seem to be in a hurry to reveal her identity, so she said: "My name is Emily, I found you passed out on the street and saved you."
"But what I find strange is... the doctor said there's nothing wrong with you." Emily Taylor blinked her eyes, seemingly curious about this man.
Ethan Smith frowned slightly, murmuring: "Could it be that it wasn't a dream just now?"
Thinking of this, Ethan Smith quickly closed his eyes.
As expected! The memory was still there! It seemed to be merging with his own!
And the energy in his dantian showed no signs of disappearing!
"It's really... true!" From desperation, hope ignited in Ethan Smith's heart!Medical scriptures, cultivation secret techniques... all of these could help Ethan Smith completely change his current predicament!
"I saved you, and you're not even planning on saying thank you? You're really an impolite person." Emily Taylor rolled her eyes.
Only then did Ethan Smith come back to his senses. He quickly got up and bowed to Emily Taylor, saying somewhat awkwardly, "Mis...Miss Emily, thank you for saving me..."
Looking at Ethan Smith's embarrassed appearance, Emily Taylor couldn't help but laugh.
For some reason, she suddenly felt that the silly man in front of her seemed a bit adorable.
"Alright, I was just teasing you." Emily Taylor waved her hand.
After saying that, Emily Taylor covered her mouth again and started coughing violently.
At this moment, a man dressed like a doctor walked in from outside.
"Miss, it's time for you to take your medicine." The doctor said, holding a medical box.
Emily Taylor nodded.
There was already warm water prepared on the table, and the doctor took out a whole table full of medicine.
Ethan Smith watched Emily Taylor in front of him, and countless medical scriptures suddenly appeared in his mind.
This made Ethan Smith feel a little excited.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked up and asked, "Miss Emily, are you feeling unwell?"
Emily Taylor glanced at Ethan Smith and casually said, "Yeah, I have asthma. I've had it since I was little."
Asthma!
Instantly, a treatment method appeared in Ethan Smith's mind!
However, years of low self-esteem made Ethan Smith somewhat afraid to speak up.
He just stood there, watching Emily Taylor finish taking all the medicine on the table.
But after taking the medicine, Emily Taylor's symptoms did not improve at all.
Ethan Smith watched this scene, took a deep breath, and gathered the courage to step forward, saying, "Miss Emily, would you let me have a try? Maybe I can cure your disease."
Hearing these words, a touch of surprise flashed through Emily Taylor's beautiful eyes.
Then she couldn't help but laugh, "I have asthma, it's incurable. You should know that, right?"
Ethan Smith quickly explained, "I don't know how to explain it to you, but... I still want to give it a try. Maybe it'll work..."
At this point, Emily Taylor's brow furrowed slightly.
Even the doctor by her side scoffed, "Kid, you're not even a doctor. What makes you think you can cure her?"
Ethan Smith's face turned completely red, looking rather embarrassed.
"I've seen many people like you. You just think our miss is pretty and want to take advantage of her, don't you?" The doctor continued.
"If I'm not mistaken, your treatment method requires skin-to-skin contact, right?"
Ethan Smith opened his mouth, forcing himself to say, "It does need..."
"Hahaha, Miss, you see, this kid is nothing more than a despicable wimp." The doctor sneered.
Emily Taylor's face grew colder.
She looked at Ethan Smith and asked, "Do you know the consequences of trying to take advantage of me?"
Ethan Smith hurriedly defended himself, "No... that's not it. I really don't want to take advantage of you. I can actually cure your disease!"
"What a joke," the doctor snorted.
"Although asthma is not a serious illness, it's been a chronic problem that's difficult to cure! Miss, I suggest cutting off this kid's hand and throwing him out!" The doctor said coldly.
Emily Taylor didn't say a word.
She looked Ethan Smith up and down, thinking about something.
"I can give you a chance," finally, Emily Taylor spoke.
"But if there's no effect, you'll have a miserable end." Emily Taylor said, blinking her eyes.
Ethan Smith could tell that Emily Taylor was not to be trifled with, but at this moment, he was full of confidence.
He was also eager to test whether the medical scriptures in his mind were real or not.
"Alright!" Ethan Smith nodded vigorously.
"Miss, do you really believe him? He's obviously..."
"Shut up!" The doctor wanted to say more, but Emily Taylor's sharp rebuke silenced him.
The doctor immediately shut up, begrudgingly retreating to one side.
"How do you want me to cooperate with you, Dr. Ethan?" Emily Taylor asked playfully.
Ethan Smith's face turned red, and he whispered, "I... I need to put my hand on your chest..."
After saying this, Ethan Smith's face was red all the way down to his neck.
Lowering his head, the snowy white scene on Emily Taylor's chest was truly a beautiful sight.
"Kid, you really have some nerve!" The doctor was suddenly furious!
In their hearts, Emily Taylor was an untouchable goddess, a heavenly beauty! How could they tolerate a useless fool dishonoring her?
Even Emily's bodyguards took a step forward in unison!
Emily looked at Ethan Smith with a somewhat icy expression on her face.
After a moment of silence, Emily finally agreed.
"If he's deceiving me, at least I can report back." Emily thought to herself.
So, Emily lay on the bed, her white chest bare in front of Ethan Smith.
Ethan blushed and walked over to Emily.
He whispered, "Miss Emily, I... pardon me."
Having said that, Ethan summoned his courage, reached out his hand, and slowly placed it on Emily's body.
Emily was simply too beautiful! Compared to her, Sylvia Johnson was nothing!
And her figure was truly extraordinary, making it difficult for anyone to control themselves upon seeing her.
The doctor and bodyguards nearby were practically bulging their eyes out.
If it weren't for Emily's forbearance, they probably would have minced Ethan into pieces!
Ethan suppressed his wild thoughts and focused on stabilizing his mind.
Following the method in the medical scriptures, he channeled the qi in his dantian like a swimming dragon and used it.
A warm current flowed from Ethan's palm and slowly entered Emily's body.
Emily only felt warmth, and her entire body was slightly heated, as if she was submerged in a hot spring.
Time passed by the second, and sweat began to roll down Ethan's forehead.
In the blink of an eye, ten minutes had passed.
This made Emily somewhat angry.
There had to be a limit to taking advantage! Wasn't it enough?
Moreover, besides the warmth in her body, Emily hardly noticed any improvement!
On the contrary, she felt breathless and stifled in her chest, unable to help but cough!
"It seems that grandpa really overestimated him." Emily secretly shook her head in her heart.
At this moment, Ethan finally took his hand away from Emily's body.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he whispered, "Miss Emily, I've just finished your treatment. You should recover in about ten minutes."
Emily sat up on the bed and couldn't help but sneer, "Ten minutes to recover? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?"
After saying this, Emily coughed violently again, her face turning somewhat pale.
Ethan stood there, looking uneasy and not knowing where to put his hands.
"Miss, let us chop him up!" The burly bodyguards shouted.
However, Emily waved her hand and glanced at the clock on the wall, saying, "I'll give him ten minutes."
Ethan was also unsure deep down.
This fantastic encounter made it hard for Ethan to distinguish between reality and a dream.
The bodyguards came forward and surrounded Ethan, as if fearing that he would run away.
In the blink of an eye, nine minutes had passed.
Emily looked at the clock and coldly said, "It seems you really are lying to me. How was it? Did you enjoy touching me?"
Ethan couldn't help but give a bitter smile, knowing that there was no point in explaining himself at this point, so he simply said nothing.
The bodyguards stepped forward, seemingly ready to take action.
There was no panic on Ethan's face.
He had completely lost hope in the world. Death, perhaps, would be a relief.
"Forget it." At this point, Emily waved her hand.
"For some reason, I'll spare your life, but don't let me see you again." Emily said coldly.
Ethan didn't say much; he stood up and bowed to Emily.
"Miss Emily, I'm sorry for bothering you." After saying this, Ethan turned around and prepared to leave.
"Miss, are we really letting him go?" After Ethan left, the bodyguards said with dissatisfaction.
Emily glanced at them without saying a word.
"Consider it a favor to his father." Emily sighed with some regret, but there was still a hint of disappointment on her face.
Because before she came to River City, her grandpa had praised Ethan Smith to the skies, which filled Emily's heart with expectations.
"Grandpa, it seems you really misjudged him." Emily sighed softly.
At this moment, Emily suddenly felt a wave of warmth!
Then, she coughed once – a mouthful of black filth spat out from her mouth!
"Miss, are you alright?"
"What the hell did that guy do! I'm going to catch him right now!"
"I want to skin him alive!"
Emily, however, quickly waved her hand.
She felt her chest, surprised to find that the suffocating sensation that had lingered for years was gone! The itchiness in her throat had also completely disappeared!
"It really worked?" A touch of surprise appeared on Emily's cold and beautiful face.
"Quick, go and bring him back!" Emily hurriedly ordered.
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