Peerless Little Divine Doctor: The Beautiful CEO Falls for Me

Chen Yuanbao looked at the widow Liu with her head down.

The glow of the kerosene lamp illuminated her damp hair, the red stains spreading from behind her ears down to her neck.

His heart skipped a beat.

Actually, Chen Yuanbao was aware of this over the past few days.

Widow Liu would bring him meals on time every day, and she would keep all the pots and pans in the house very clean. Even the pair of smelly socks that he casually threw in the corner of the kang would be clean and tidy the next day.

The villagers all said that Widow Liu wanted to be Chen Yuanbao's slave.

Chen Yuanbao pretended not to know.

It's not that he's hard-hearted, but rather that there's an insurmountable obstacle in his heart.

Widow Liu's husband was Chen Yuanbao's cousin, Chen Yuangui. Three years ago, Chen Yuangui had an accident while working in the mine. At that time, Chen Yuanbao was still quite mentally impaired. But he remembered that his cousin, before he passed away, touched his head and said something to him:

"Yuanbao, if your brother doesn't come back, you'll have to take care of your sister-in-law for me."

Although Chen Yuanbao was quite simple-minded at that time, he still understood what he was saying.

He cried loudly.

My cousin never came back.

For the past three years, the gossipy men in the village have been constantly trying to take advantage of Widow Liu. Li Ergou, Wang Ermao, and Zhao Siyan—which of these three guys didn't hang around Widow Liu's door every few days? But Widow Liu never had any contact with them, staying alone in her dilapidated house, living her life as the most "chaste" widow in the village.

She was sitting beside him, head bowed and silent, her face as red as burning iron.

Chen Yuanbao suddenly felt as if something was blocking his chest.

He opened his mouth, but in the end swallowed his words and picked up the bowl of noodles:

"Sister-in-law, I'll eat my noodles first."

Widow Liu hummed in agreement and then stood up to leave.

"Sister-in-law," Chen Yuanbao called out to her.

Widow Liu stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"It's raining heavily outside, you should take an umbrella." Chen Yuanbao took an old oil-paper umbrella from the corner and handed it to her, saying, "The road is slippery, so be careful."

When Widow Liu took the umbrella, her fingers accidentally touched the back of his hand.

The slightest touch sent a jolt through them, and they immediately pulled their hands back.

Widow Liu didn't say anything, opened her umbrella, and walked into the rain.

Chen Yuanbao stood at the door and watched her walk away before turning and leaving.

He sighed deeply, then turned and went back into his room.

The noodles were no longer hot.

He ate bite by bite until the two golden poached eggs at the bottom of the bowl remained motionless.

He didn't eat any.

The rain stopped the next morning.

When Chen Yuanbao got up, the ground in the yard was still wet, and there was a fishy smell of earth in the air.

I had just finished washing my face when I heard the "putt-putt" sound of a motorcycle coming from the village entrance.

The sound grew louder as it approached, finally stopping at his doorstep.

Chen Yuanbao went outside to take a look.

There was a red, slightly worn motorcycle parked at the entrance. After the door opened, a young man in a white robe got off.

The man was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, very tall, with a fair complexion, and neat short hair tied up with a wooden hairpin.

He carried an old-fashioned wooden scabbard on his back, inside which was a short sword, but it was unclear what material it was made of.

Dressed like that, he doesn't fit in with the people in Sanshui Village at all; he looks like he stepped out of a play.

After getting off the bus, the young man looked around and finally fixed his gaze on Chen Yuanbao.

He looked Chen Yuanbao up and down, and frowned slightly:

"You're Chen Yuanbao?"

Chen Yuanbao smiled and said:

"That's me. And who are you?"

The young man took out a jade pendant from his pocket and showed it to Chen Yuanbao.

The jade plaque is light green, and the two characters "Qingwei" are engraved on it.

Chen Yuanbao's eyes widened suddenly.

He subconsciously touched the "Qingyuan" jade pendant in his pocket.

Qingyuan, Qingwei...

These two jade plaques should have the same character.

The young man tucked the jade pendant into his robes, his eyes filled with arrogance.

"My name is Xuan Yi, the 26th generation disciple of Qingwei Temple. I have been sent by my sect to Sanshui Village to find something."

Chen Yuanbao squinted his eyes:

"What are you looking for?"

Xuan Yi looked at him coldly:

"My sect possesses a lost treasure that was lost to the common people hundreds of years ago. A few days ago, my master observed the celestial phenomena at night and discovered that the treasure was once again radiating spiritual light beneath the ground in Sanshui Village. I have come here to bring it back to our sect."

Chen Yuanbao's heart sank.

He knew that what was at the bottom of the dry well was no small matter.

But his face remained expressionless as he smiled and said:

"I'm just a country bumpkin and I've never seen anything like what you're talking about, Taoist priest."

"Never seen it before?" Xuan Yi sneered. "The moment I entered your courtyard, I sensed the spiritual energy emanating from it. Are you trying to lie to me?"

He pointed to the southwest corner of the courtyard:

"Down there, right?"

Chen Yuanbao's face looked very grim.

Those who observe subtle details should be considered to have a high level of expertise.

But he was also thinking quickly in his mind.

Xuan Yi was much stronger than him, but he wasn't sure exactly how much stronger. Moreover, Xuan Yi had come under orders from his sect and had a complete sect behind him. In a head-on confrontation, he was definitely no match for him.

but……

Chen Yuanbao's eyes darted around, and he suddenly laughed:

"Master, what you said is very interesting. What's buried in my yard is mine, Chen Yuanbao's. You think you can just take it or leave it? Isn't that perfectly reasonable?"

Xuan Yi snorted coldly:

"This belongs to the Qingwei Observatory. How dare you, a mere mortal, possess it?"

"Whether someone is worthy or not depends on their abilities," Chen Yuanbao said, leaning against the doorframe. "Master, how about we make a bet?"

"Oh?" Xuan Yi raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are we betting on?"

"Stay in the village for three days," Chen Yuanbao said with a smile. "If you can find a way to break the seal during these three days, take the item. If not..."

"What's wrong if I can't find it?"

"From now on, you'll have to listen to me." Chen Yuanbao looked at him. "I'm Chen Yuanbao, I won't let you suffer."

Xuan Yi looked him up and down.

He thought that country boy was unreliable. Last night, he used his flying sword technique to investigate Chen Yuanbao's courtyard from afar and discovered that the things underground were bound by a very ancient seal. Even if he were Xuan Yi himself, or even if his master came, they might not be able to break it in a short time.

But even if it can't be broken, it's very easy to deal with the country bumpkin, point out the location of the item, and then go back to the sect to ask the elders to come down the mountain.

Betting with this kid is a sure win.

"Okay." Xuan Yi said with a confident smile, "I'll play with you."