What was she to do? Feng Xiaoxiao had no idea what to do at all!

Today in the car, for one fleeting moment she had wanted to come clean with Wei Zhao and tell him the truth of the matter. But Feng Xiaoxiao did not dare. She had already sunk so deep into the sweetness of love that she could not pull herself free, and she was afraid that once the truth came out, she would lose everything she had now.

Wei Zhao would hate her forever, wouldn't he? Feng Xiaoxiao thought it was all but certain. Anyone who was deceived would feel awful, and Wei Zhao especially — he had treated her so well, so his love would surely turn to hate.

Yet if she did not confess, Feng Xiaoxiao felt a sense of guilt. She believed that hiding the truth was unfair to Wei Zhao.

Ahhh! Feng Xiaoxiao thrust both hands into her hair and paced wildly around the room. So torn, so torn! At last Feng Xiaoxiao understood a certain principle — what it meant to play with fire***.

Love was not something to be trifled with.

Feng Xiaoxiao, how did you become so indecisive? You disappoint me so much!

Feng Xiaoxiao muttered to herself there.

But she truly feared that once the cards were on the table, she would lose everything; she could not bear to give up this feeling.

After pacing around the room for a while, Feng Xiaoxiao made herself dizzy. Her health had never been good, and so she collapsed onto the bed and drifted off to sleep...

The young mistress and Xiaoshu had not gotten up yet; clearly they had watched television until the middle of the night, and so were still asleep.

Wei Zhao made breakfast, left a note, and went out.

On a weekend morning there were not many cars on the road, and Wei Zhao drove unobstructed all the way to the entrance of the police station. Suddenly he thought of Yang Huaijun. He had not seen him for some time, and he wondered whether the man's internal injuries had healed.

Back then, Wei Zhao had not yet discovered the wondrous uses of his own energy, and had only used Chinese medicine to repair the damaged meridians in Yang Huaijun's body. That method, though the best solution available given Yang Huaijun's condition at the time, could not allow Yang Huaijun to cultivate the internal-school arts again.

The best outcome would only have been to make Yang Huaijun an ordinary man, and Yang Huaijun knew this well; he had long since begun practicing external-school techniques again.

But now, after the successful cases of healing himself, General Weiwu, and Uncle Qing, Wei Zhao was fully confident that he could cure Yang Huaijun completely. For the Wei Zhao of today, this was no difficult matter at all.

He had overlooked this before; only when he reached the police station entrance did it suddenly click. He no longer hurried to call Qiu Lingshan, but instead dialed Yang Huaijun's number directly.

Compared with Qiu Lingshan, in Wei Zhao's eyes, treating Yang Huaijun was somewhat more important.

"Hello, Wei Zhao?" Yang Huaijun was clearly a little surprised to receive Wei Zhao's call at this hour.

"Brother Jun, where are you?" Wei Zhao asked.

"I'm handling a case in the provincial capital. Is something the matter?" Yang Huaijun asked at once. As he saw it, Wei Zhao calling him out of the blue early in the morning must have a reason.

"You're in the provincial capital... then never mind," Wei Zhao said. "I'm at the entrance of the police station, and it suddenly occurred to me that there's a better, faster way to heal your internal injuries. If you were here, I'd come find you."

"Oh? A better and faster way?" Yang Huaijun was stunned the moment he heard this. Wei Zhao's earlier treatment had already far exceeded his expectations, and now Wei Zhao was saying there was something even better?

How could this not fill Yang Huaijun with both surprise and joy?

"Yes, and this method can repair every damaged meridian in your body, so that you can cultivate the internal-school arts again!" Wei Zhao said.

"Repair the damaged meridians and cultivate the internal-school arts again?" Yang Huaijun could not help but stare wide-eyed. What Wei Zhao said was beyond what Yang Huaijun could accept! How could that be possible?

Repairing meridians — Yang Huaijun had heard of it, and there was indeed one great family in the martial world that could do it. But not just anyone could ask them to repair meridians, and their requirements were many. That was why, when Wei Zhao said he could repair meridians, Yang Huaijun was so shocked. His first reaction was: how could that be possible?

"Yes — repair the damaged meridians and cultivate the internal-school arts again!" Wei Zhao repeated, word by word, with certainty.

"Wei Zhao, as far as I know, only the Sun family's art, when cultivated to success and brought to the first level of Great Perfection, can heal another person's injuries!" Yang Huaijun hesitated a moment, then said, "Don't tell me you've gotten in touch with someone from the Sun family?"

The Sun family again? Wei Zhao was slightly taken aback, then found it rather amusing. It seemed the Sun family enjoyed an immense reputation in the martial world; everyone from these great families knew of the Sun family's affairs and held them in the highest esteem.

"Where would I get that kind of face? With the Sun family's art, each level cultivated allows them to heal only one person. How could I possibly persuade someone from the Sun family to help?" Wei Zhao said with a bitter smile.

"Then you mean..." Hearing Wei Zhao say this, Yang Huaijun relaxed. Wei Zhao was not from a great family, and he probably had little contact with such people. Even great families could not move the Sun family to help; how much less could Wei Zhao?

"Naturally, I'll heal you myself," Wei Zhao said with a smile. "What's the matter, Brother Jun? Don't you believe me?"

"I believe you! How could I not?" Hearing this, Yang Huaijun thought Wei Zhao had misunderstood him, taking his earlier words as doubt, and he grew anxious at once. He had not been doubting Wei Zhao; it was just that this matter surpassed his imagination. So Yang Huaijun hurried to say, "Eagle, you saved me on the battlefield, and not long ago you treated my illness. This life of mine is really a gift from you. Even if you took me for biochemical experiments, I wouldn't so much as frown..."

"Ha..." Wei Zhao could not help laughing at Yang Huaijun's words. "Then contact me when you're back."

"All right, I'll contact you once I'm done here! Those Chinese medicines you gave me last time are very effective — the pain is gradually fading, so there's no problem for now," Yang Huaijun said.

Wei Zhao nodded. With the previous medicine, Yang Huaijun's life was in no danger, so Wei Zhao did not need to rush to heal him.

Qiu Lingshan had risen very, very early today, and had carefully dressed herself up... Looking in the mirror at the cute girl who had nothing to do with the Violent Girl, the Brainless Girl, or the Little Silly Girl, Qiu Lingshan smiled sweetly.

So she could have such a feminine side too!

Hmph hmph, when Wei Zhao saw her today, he would surely be astonished. She had to make him clear her name — from now on she was no longer the Little Silly Girl, but the Cute Girl!

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