Don't mess with her! This powerful young lady is loved by the bigwigs of Beijing's elite c

Lou Yue stiffened, a slight smile curving her lips. "Oh?"

After that, he didn't say anything to Duan Yu.

He returned to the crowd and chatted with a member of the collateral branch of the Duan family.

She was considered a member of the Duan family. With Duan Yuan gone and the old lady busy with something, it was her turn to take care of everyone here.

She is adept at handling social situations, appearing calm and collected, but in reality, she possesses exceptional social skills.

The guests present all praised her highly.

Some say that there isn't a single young lady in the entire capital who can compare to Lou Yue.

Some say that only the luckiest family could marry Lou Yue.

Not far away, Jia Buxiu asked Duan Yu, "Where's my Youyou?"

Duan Yu stammered, feeling guilty, and said, "I went to see my uncle about something."

Jia Buxiu pursed his lips, feeling conflicted.

On one hand, I feel sorry for Song Beiyou, and on the other hand, I hope that she and Duan Yao will be together soon.

......

The night grew cooler, and the large trees in the courtyard swayed wildly in the wind.

Moonlight streamed through the cracks onto the stone platform, swaying and flickering.

Duan Yao took Song Beiyou back to his study.

He put the soup down again.

The moment Tang put down, Song Beiyou's phone rang with a call from Old Madam Duan.

Song Beiyou glanced at the phone, puzzled, and answered it. "Madam?"

Madam Duan's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone, "My dear Youyou, could you please remind that boy to drink the soup?"

That soup was personally prepared by my mother, who is celebrating her 80th birthday today. I wanted him to see how much effort I put into it and make sure he drank it.

Could you please keep an eye on things?

Song Beiyou looked at the small purple clay pot on the table and said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Beiyou looked up at Duan Yao, then looked down at the soup on the table. "Your mother told you to drink the soup."

"Oh?" Duan Yao hadn't been paying attention to the soup on the table; his mind was entirely on Song Beiyou.

Hearing her say that, he picked up the soup on the table, determined to obey Song Beiyou's words.

“Okay,” he said, opening the lid of the clay pot.

The aroma of the soup immediately filled the air.

Upon smelling the aroma, Song Beiyou suddenly looked at Duan Yao with a strange expression.

Feeling her gaze, Duan Yao picked up his spoon and asked, "What's wrong? Want some?"

Song Beiyou shook his head, "No, no."

Drink it while it's hot.

How could she drink this soup!

She has been studying various Chinese medicinal herbs ever since she stepped into Qingshuihe.

As soon as the lid of the clay pot was opened, the aroma of nourishing herbs such as ginseng, atractylodes macrocephala, poria cocos, roasted licorice root, and angelica sinensis wafted into her nostrils, which she detected with keen senses.

This is a common recipe for a nourishing soup for men.

Then, in addition to these, Madam Duan also added deer antler and deer tail, powerful tonics for strengthening yang and tonifying the kidneys, to the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup.

This is amazing, it's like adding more and more.

At this moment, Song Beiyou had only one thought in his mind: Duan Yao was definitely physically weak!

She doesn't look like it, but as a doctor, she knows that many people's weakness is not visible to the naked eye.

I've got the pulse!

It's likely that Duan Yao had been examined by other traditional Chinese medicine practitioners before, otherwise Old Madam Duan wouldn't have prepared this kind of soup that could kill him.

While she was pondering, Duan Yao had already finished the soup.

Now, I'll take a sip of light tea to wash away the taste of the tonic in my mouth.

Seeing this, Song Beiyou said, "If you've finished eating, then hurry up and tell me. Is there anything important you need to tell me?"

She needs to hurry.

If the ingredients used in this "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup" are all of the highest quality, it will be very effective.

There will inevitably be some awkward moments then.

However, Duan Yao was unaware of this.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise; if you talk to him about business or national affairs, he can speak fluently and confidently.

He was a complete novice when it came to medicines and supplements.

He was unaware that he had drunk a nourishing soup, only that it made him feel strangely warm after he swallowed it.

I even started to break out in a light sweat.

He took another sip of tea, pointed to the stool beside him, and said, "No rush, sit down."

Song Beiyou didn't really want to.

She didn't feel very comfortable being alone with him, so she leaned back slightly against the table and said, "I'll just stand here."

Duan Yao smiled helplessly and agreed.

He then asked her, "Where's the coat I gave you? Why aren't you wearing it?"

Song Beiyou: "The heating downstairs is too strong, so I gave the clothes to your maid."

Duan Yao sighed that the servants were ignorant.

Who knows how many men have been casting longing glances at her while he was away downstairs.

He took two steps to close the distance between himself and her.

His attitude was as pleasant and easy to accept as a spring breeze in March. "Song Beiyou, I apologize for what happened on the way back to the capital from Qingshuihe last time."

I apologize for the psychological burden my bluntness may have caused you.

Let's continue as before. You just need to know that I have you in my heart.

Whether you ultimately accept me or not is irrelevant, as long as you're happy.

He had been thinking a lot these past few days. Song Beiyou had always been a sensitive person, and he couldn't treat her with a tough attitude that seemed to come naturally.

They need to be completely obedient, to be coaxed, and to be showered with tenderness.

As expected, Song Beiyou was indeed swayed by this, and every word he said made her heart tremble inexplicably.

It's itchy, and that feeling is very strange.

"Is this what you wanted to tell me?" She parted her red lips slightly and looked directly at Duan Yao.

Duan Yao nodded.

At that very moment, the instant he finished nodding, an unprecedented surge of heat welled up within him.

I felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

This feeling is comparable to the aphrodisiac I was given before, but it seems to be several times stronger.

This made him desperately want to find a way to alleviate his anxiety.

Upon seeing this, Song Beiyou immediately understood.

Thinking to herself that things were going to get really bad, she estimated that the effects of this super tonic soup would take at least half an hour to appear.

How come Yao arrived so quickly?

Could it be the effect of the deer antlers, deer tail, and deer penis?

That shouldn't be the case! Adding deer antlers and tail would take at least twenty minutes.

In less than five minutes, he has changed so much.

That's terrifying!

Could it be?

She quickly pushed the cup of tea on the table toward Duan Yao and asked, "Were you feeling well before?"

Have you ever had your kidneys thoroughly examined by a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner?

Duan Yao already felt an overwhelming heat surging within him, and hearing Song Beiyou's question only intensified his frustration and helplessness.

He didn't drink the tea that Song Beiyou offered him, but instead moved to her side as quickly as possible.

Then, he reached out and grabbed her waist, "What did you just say?"

They said I'm physically weak?

They asked me if I had ever had my kidneys checked.

Ok?

Didn't Dr. Song help me counteract the aphrodisiac? I clearly remember you taking my pulse.

Is it true that Dr. Song has no recollection of anything at all?

Or have you forgotten?

"It's okay, here's your hand, take my pulse again."