Hedonist Prodigy

Chapter 55: Temptation Everywhere

Jiang Feng gently twisted his fingers and pulled out the last silver needle from Sister Hua’s back. After steadying himself slightly, he exhaled a long breath and said, “All done, Sister Hua. You can cover yourself now.”  

Sister Hua had an exquisite figure, her skin lustrous and smooth. The exposed skin of her back, warmed by the high temperature of the air conditioning, glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. The alluring curve of her waist radiated a bewitching charm, a sight so captivating that one could easily imagine the intoxicating softness of her skin beneath a caressing hand.  

Jiang Feng didn’t linger on the sight. Even while administering the needles, his fingers had never once brushed against her skin. There was no denying Sister Hua was a stunning beauty, and her presence did stir something in him—but he had never considered taking advantage of her. If he had wanted to, he wouldn’t have waited until now.  

Besides, his current role was that of a doctor, and she was his patient. That alone kept any untoward thoughts at bay.  

This was his third and final visit to treat Sister Hua. The session had taken slightly longer than usual to fully expel the toxins from her body, but the results were within expectations. Her condition shouldn’t relapse for at least two years, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he wouldn’t be returning to the Huatian Club anytime soon.  

Sister Hua tugged the blanket over herself, then turned sideways, shooting Jiang Feng a coquettish glare. “Young Master Jiang,” she said with a pout, “is my figure really so unappealing that you can’t even spare me a second glance?”  

Jiang Feng smiled faintly. “Why would you say that? If even you have such worries, then other women in the world might as well hide their faces in shame.”  

Sister Hua giggled. “You’re smoother with words than a singer. Then tell me, why won’t you look at me? I went through the trouble of undressing, and you just tell me to cover up again. If that’s not disdain, what is?”  

Jiang Feng felt a twinge of awkwardness—Sister Hua’s boldness was a bit much for him. “If there’s nothing else, I should get going,” he said.  

Sister Hua sighed softly. “Young Master Jiang, I really don’t understand you anymore. Whether you fancy me or not is one thing, but you can’t leave just yet. I invited you for a drink.”  

Frowning slightly, Jiang Feng replied, “You’ve just recovered. It’s best not to drink for a while.”  

Sister Hua smirked and batted her eyelashes. “Oh? Concerned about me? I was starting to think you felt nothing at all.”  

When Jiang Feng didn’t respond, she added, “Fine, I won’t drink. But can’t I at least watch you have a few?”  

Jiang Feng shook his head. “Let’s leave it for another time.”  

With that, he turned to leave. Sister Hua hadn’t expected such a direct refusal. In a fluster, she wrapped herself in the blanket and rushed after him, grabbing his arm. “Young Master Jiang, can’t you spare me some face? You’ve come here three times and refused any payment. If you leave like this, what will people think of me? What will they say?”  

Jiang Feng could feel the softness pressing against his arm and knew exactly where her body made contact. He suppressed a bitter smile and calmly withdrew his arm. “Fine,” he conceded.  

The sudden emptiness left Sister Hua momentarily dazed. She realized how intimate her impulsive gesture had been, but Jiang Feng’s refusal to take advantage only frustrated her further. Biting her lip, she muttered, “You fool. I’ve never met anyone as dense as you.”  

Jiang Feng left the room with a chuckle. As soon as he reached the second floor of the club, Ma Lianhao’s booming voice greeted him enthusiastically. “Young Master! You really are here! Perfect!”  

Ma Lianhao hurried over, grinning.  

“What are you doing here?” Jiang Feng asked, puzzled.  

Ma Lianhao smirked and waggled his eyebrows. “What else? Sister Hua invited me! She said you’d be here too. I thought someone was pulling my leg, but here you are! Come on, there are a few French girls over there—fiery as hell. My poor heart can’t take it!”  

“You go ahead. I’m not interested,” Jiang Feng said flatly.  

“What?” Ma Lianhao’s jaw dropped comically. “Young Master, did you hear me right? French girls. Imp0rted, authentic. This is a special treat from Sister Hua, just for us! How can you not be interested?”  

Now Jiang Feng understood why Sister Hua had tried to keep him from leaving. The drinks were just an excuse—she’d arranged women for them. He couldn’t help but laugh wryly. “I’m really not interested. If you want to play, go ahead.”  

Ma Lianhao deflated. “The problem is, there’s no way I can handle all of them alone! Fine, if you won’t play, then neither will I. But at least have a drink with me?”  

Jiang Feng finally nodded and took a seat. Ma Lianhao flagged down a waiter and ordered the most expensive liquor available, grinning. “Sister Hua’s footing the bill—no reason to hold back. Though it is weird. Since when did she become so generous? She’s famously stingy.”  

Then, as if struck by sudden realization, he gasped. “Wait—don’t tell me you’ve taken a liking to her? No, no—she’s taken a liking to you! That’s why I’m getting a free ride! No wonder you’re not interested in those French girls. Compared to Sister Hua, they’re nothing!”  

Few knew about Sister Hua’s illness, and Jiang Feng had kept it quiet to avoid unnecessary gossip. Ma Lianhao, oblivious, prattled on with exaggerated expressions, looking positively punchable. Jiang Feng rolled his eyes. “Your imagination knows no bounds.”  

“Then what’s really going on? Spill it—this is killing me!” Ma Lianhao pressed, curiosity burning in his eyes.  

“Nothing. Drink if you want. Get drunk and go home to sleep,” Jiang Feng replied.  

There was no way anything would happen between him and Sister Hua. And at this stage, he couldn’t afford to develop feelings for any woman. His heart was still bound by an unresolved knot—the memory of the Fairy Tantai.  

She had perished for his sake. Now, stranded on Earth, he had no idea where she was—whether her soul had scattered or she’d been sent to another realm. But no matter what, he wouldn’t stop searching for her.  

Though Chen Siran bore a striking resemblance to the Fairy Tantai, Jiang Feng had confirmed she was not her. The Immortal Soul Melody he’d gifted her was merely a memento, devoid of deeper sentiment.  

Ma Lianhao took a theatrical sip from his glass. “Young Master, come on. Since when do you keep secrets from me? There’s nothing wrong with liking Sister Hua—hell, I like her too! Like, really like her. But she’s never given me the time of day. If she’s set her sights on you now, at least it’s a win for me by association.”  

Jiang Feng chuckled. “Sister Hua isn’t interested in me. If you like her, go after her yourself.”  

Ma Lianhao shook his head vigorously. “Nah, no can do. ‘Don’t covet a friend’s wife,’ and all that. Besides, I don’t have half your charm. You know she’s never spared me a kind word. And now you’re living with Zhao Wuxia, that hot policewoman—what’s her name? Oh yeah, Xia Dongxue. That busty one. She’s got her eyes on you too! Ugh, your luck with women is just unfair. How’d you suddenly become every woman’s type?”  

Only then did Jiang Feng realize that Xia Dongxue must have gotten his address from Ma Lianhao. Not wanting further disturbances, he said sternly, “Ma Lianhao, don’t give out my address to anyone else.”  

Ma Lianhao blinked, then burst into laughter. “Got it, got it! ‘Golden house for a fair lady,’ right? Who doesn’t know that saying?”  

“You understand nothing,” Jiang Feng snapped, exasperated.  

Unfazed, Ma Lianhao grinned. “Fine, I ‘understand nothing.’ But what about those French girls? You’re really going to break their hearts by leaving them untouched?”  

“If you’ve got the stamina, go wild. But a word of advice—keep this up, and your body will give out.”  

Jiang Feng drained his glass and stood to leave. Ma Lianhao didn’t stop him, already wobbling toward the fiery French women with his drink in hand.  

*****

Meanwhile, in Sister Hua’s Room  

“President Hua, Young Master Jiang just left the club,” Ding Lin announced as she entered.  

Sister Hua had just stepped out of the shower, clad in a black silk nightgown. The plain fabric was adorned with a large crimson peony at the chest, its red hue vivid as blood.  

Her pale face, dark attire, and the scarlet flower merged under the lamplight, exuding an eerie, mesmerizing beauty.  

Seated motionless before her vanity, Sister Hua said, “I see. Did he do anything before leaving?”  

“Nothing. He just had a drink with Ma Lianhao and left,” Ding Lin reported truthfully.  

The arrangement with the French women had been Ding Lin’s doing, albeit reluctantly. She’d expected Jiang Feng to indulge himself, yet he hadn’t so much as glanced their way.  

“Hmm. Confused?” Sister Hua asked lightly.  

“A little,” Ding Lin admitted.  

“Jiang Feng has come here three times. If I told you that even when I was half-naked, he never once looked at me… would you believe it?”  

Ding Lin’s eyes widened. A woman like Sister Hua—men typically lost their minds at the sight of her, desperate to tear off her clothes. Even she, as a woman, often felt inferior in Sister Hua’s presence.  

Yet Jiang Feng hadn’t spared her a glance? If anyone else had said this, Ding Lin would’ve dismissed it outright. But coming from Sister Hua, she knew it had to be true.  

But why? Wasn’t Jiang Feng notorious for chasing skirts? He’d even pursued Sister Hua before, clearly infatuated. So why the sudden indifference?  

Before Ding Lin could respond, Sister Hua continued, “Don’t overthink it. I don’t understand his change either, but we’ve done our part. He’ll remember that.”  

Ding Lin nodded. “Understood.”  

Sister Hua turned back to her mirror, picking up an eyebrow pencil. “By the way, what about the investigation I asked you to handle?”  

Ding Lin’s expression shifted. She stepped closer and whispered a name.  

Sister Hua’s hand trembled, the pencil clattering to the floor.  

“Are you certain?” Her voice was unsteady.  

Ding Lin’s tone was grave. “I followed your instructions. The racetrack was privately booked that day. The records show no other guests.”  

“So… it really is him.” Sister Hua inhaled sharply. “Very well. This ends here. Not a word leaves this room.”  

Ding Lin understood the consequences if this leaked. “But what about Young Master Jiang? Should we inform him?”  

“Do you think that’s wise?” Sister Hua smiled bitterly.  

“I—” Ding Lin hesitated.  

“It’s better he doesn’t know for now. Don’t worry—I’ll handle it.” Sister Hua waved her off, turning back to the mirror. Her reflection stared back, her face now deathly pale.