Urban Invincible Overlord

Early in the morning, Yang Fei woke up at seven.

He found it strange.

Ever since the fierce breakout a year ago, he had sustained severe injuries and, worried about his whereabouts being disclosed, had always been on high alert, his nerves taut, never sleeping soundly.

But last night, he had slept through until daylight.

"Could it be that after getting married and starting a family, my mindset has changed?" Yang Fei muttered to himself.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he came downstairs, having tidied up briefly.

"You're up?" Qin Yanyang's voice came through.

Yang Fei paused, only to see Qin Yanyang untying her apron while carrying two breakfasts out of the kitchen, saying to him, "Just in time for breakfast."

Qin Yanyang was dressed in a beige home outfit, her jet-black hair simply yet casually tied behind her, exuding an aura of a demure housewife.

The simple home wear could not hide Qin Yanyang's striking figure, especially her pretty and bright face; just one glance at her in the early morning could brighten one's entire day.

For a fleeting moment, Yang Fei felt a sense of bewilderment, as if the scene before his eyes overlapped with the post-marriage life he had once fantasized about in his dreams.

"You can cook breakfast?" Yang Fei's gaze shifted to the two meals, which looked tasty and smelled delicious, but he wondered about the taste.

As he spoke, he felt slightly embarrassed, "I'm living at your place, eating your food, and now you even have to make breakfast for me; I really feel quite ashamed."

Despite saying this, he honestly took a seat opposite Qin Yanyang.

Qin Yanyang gave a slight smile and said, "You made supper for me last night, too. I got up a bit earlier, so making breakfast seems pretty normal, doesn't it? Besides, when I'm alone, I still need to make breakfast for myself."

She spoke calmly, and her tone did not suggest she was merely putting on an act.

Moreover, she had no reason to feign virtues like kindness and morality in front of Yang Fei.

Everything was genuine, done freely according to her wishes.

"Eat up, it's not good when it's cold," Qin Yanyang remarked and, without waiting for Yang Fei, started eating first.

All of this seemed somewhat dreamlike and unreal to Yang Fei.

He had just returned to the country and found himself a wife.

Not to mention that she was extremely attractive and well-built, her character was also incredibly open and easygoing, adept both in social settings and domestic life.

This was indeed the perfect picture of a wife.

The only regret was that they didn't know each other well enough yet.

Even though Qin Yanyang was friendly and polite towards him, it was precisely this politeness that made him feel an impassable gulf between them.

Yang Fei could be sure that if he simply continued to coexist harmoniously with her, life would be very beautiful.

But he absolutely should not entertain thoughts of taking it any further.

Under her seemingly approachable and easygoing appearance, there lay a kind of invisible aloofness that kept people at a distance.

"Hmm, not bad cooking skills; it seems I've struck gold. The wife I found through a blind date and a quick marriage is not only beautiful and wealthy but also virtuous and gentle; I must have accumulated a lot of good karma in my past life," Yang Fei complimented after tasting a few bites of the breakfast.

Qin Yanyang's lips curved into a crescent, "As long as you don't mind it."

"How could I?"

Yang Fei ate heartily, finishing the meal on his plate swiftly along with a glass of milk, and then said with satisfaction, "I really want a life like this to last forever."

Qin Yanyang looked up at him.

Yang Fei also stared at her.

Their gazes met and neither of them averted their eyes, just looking at each other.

After a long while, it was Yang Fei who turned away first.

In Qin Yanyang's gaze was a simple, straightforward stare. She looked at Yang Fei and said, "Just like I said yesterday, I don't dislike you, which is why I married you. Although there were reasons to use you as a shield, it's not merely for utilitarian purposes. If possible, let's try to get along slowly and if suitable, it could be for a lifetime."

That was her genuine inner thought.

For someone like her, entertaining the idea of a normal relationship like ordinary girls was impractical.

She wasn't an advocate for remaining unmarried; as a regular woman, she too had fantasized about her other half in life.

If she was going to get married eventually, then she would carefully choose her partner.

"Serious?" Yang Fei asked.

Qin Yanyang nodded.

Yang Fei fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and was about to light one when he remembered to ask, "Do you mind if I smoke?"

Qin Yanyang nodded: "It's fine. Although I don't smoke."

Yang Fei thought for a moment and then stuffed the cigarette he'd pulled out back into the pack.

The corners of Qin Yanyang's mouth rose ever so slightly, a subtle smile forming.

"You are a very independent woman, your confidence reaching deep into your bones," Yang Fei began.

Qin Yanyang's eyes sparkled slightly as she looked at him and said, "Oh?"

Yang Fei continued, "You're mature and steady, you handle things just right and consider every aspect. Even things you dislike, you approach with a courteous demeanor, you seem very approachable, making those who meet you want to draw closer."

Qin Yanyang smiled and said, "Go on."

Yang Fei replied, "But someone like you is actually hard to get close to, it's difficult for anyone to truly enter your heart."

"That's because you are outstanding, and in some ways powerful, giving you a confidence that runs to the soul and marrow, a genuine self-recognition from the heart. Compared to those women who only know how to frown and are merely superficially haughty and indifferent, you are the queen among cold, aloof goddesses."

Qin Yanyang was a bit taken aback, as if carefully pondering over Yang Fei's words.

Yang Fei stood up, placing an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

He headed outside, saying, "I should find a job first, otherwise living at your place and eating your food makes me feel like a kept man, a powerless pretty face. With that said, how would I ever muster the courage to pursue you? Ah, my future wife is the queen among cold, aloof goddesses, winning her love is going to be tough!"

Watching Yang Fei walk away and hearing his self-deprecating muttering, Qin Yanyang couldn't help but burst into a radiant smile.

She called out to his retreating figure, "It's not easy to hail a cab from here; there's a car in the garage."

At her words, Yang Fei stopped walking and turned back to look at Qin Yanyang, saying, "Free board and lodging, plus a car, you're making it easy for me to become decadent."

Qin Yanyang laughed as she walked upstairs to get ready for work, saying, "Sure, like I said, I can afford to keep you."

Yang Fei still went out to look for a job.

It wasn't that he feared Qin Yanyang would look down on him but rather that staying at home was boring.

Armed with a traditional Chinese medicine doctor certificate recognized by the United Nations, Yang Fei ran around several hospitals for a whole day but was turned away from each one.

He was frustrated.

Big hospitals not only demanded a variety of qualifications but also asked who had referred him, clearly indicating that to be hired one needed not just the necessary credentials but connections as well.

At around four in the afternoon, Yang Fei walked back toward Binjiang Garden Villa District.

About seven or eight miles from Binjiang Garden, Yang Fei came upon a private practice named 'Li Xuantong Medical Hall.'

A sign at the door indicated they were hiring apprentices trained in traditional Chinese medicine.

The medical hall was large, and there were many people seeking diagnosis and treatment.

Yang Fei considered it for a moment and was about to enter when suddenly, from behind him, a stern voice sounded: "Move aside!"

The voice was as loud as a bell, filled with urgency.

Yang Fei frowned and turned to see a middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and fierce eyes, anxiously carrying a man in his sixties.

The strong man, despite carrying another person, moved swiftly, his aura sharp and intimidating, deterring others from approaching him.

Yang Fei was initially annoyed, but realizing the man was in a rush to seek medical help, he relaxed his eyebrows and moved to one side.

However, as the burly man passed him, Yang Fei glanced at the sick man and his expression instantly changed.