Transmigrating into a book to save her best friend, her sickly husband vies for her affections every

It's alright, Tingyao anticipated that Plan A would fail, so she has Plan B.

“That works too.” Tingyao ate the shrimp he had peeled, and asked casually, “Didn’t you say you were going to find a handsome young man for **? Take me to see him, is he really better looking than Zhang Zhan?”

Zhao Siwei patted his chest and assured him, "He's better looking than me and Zhang Zhan combined! I wish I could rip his face off and put it on my face!"

Tingyao wiped her mouth and extended a sincere invitation, "Really? I don't believe it. Take me to see."

Tingyao had already found out about the handsome guy specially prepared for Meng** from Jingzhe. He was currently being placed in a brothel by Zhao Siwei, where he was diligently learning professional skills and techniques, striving to use high-level service and solid skills to make Meng** climb over the wall and switch to her dream man on their first meeting.

After changing into servant's clothes, he followed Zhao Siwei into the brothel. They entered a quiet private room on the third floor, where eight musicians who could debut based on their looks were already playing instruments and singing.

Zhao Siwei clapped his hands, and six tall, strong, and handsome male models entered, performing a wild frontier dance. Their chest muscles, arm muscles, and the wild masculine charm they exuded made people stare and their hearts pound.

Following that, six gentle-looking young men performed a classical dance. Their narrow waists, long legs, and pretty faces made Tingyao subconsciously reach for her phone. It had nothing to do with whether she was lustful or not; it was just so visually pleasing!

This dance is so good, if you filmed it, who wouldn't give it a like, comment, and share?

Zhao Siwei was particularly smug, "The one who comes out next is truly stunning. I think if I send him to my father, what chance does my mother have!"

Tingyao was a little surprised. Did that mean the main character hadn't arrived yet?

Zhao Siwei waved his hand, and the twelve dancing men all stood to the side. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Compared to the chosen ones, these are all ordinary people."

With a wave of Zhao Siwei's hand, a man in white was brought in.

Her features were flawless and very beautiful. Her face gave off a gentle feeling, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed in a tight curve, which made people feel a bit humble.

Tingyao's eyes widened, and she even slowly stood up.

Seeing this, Zhao Siwei smiled even more smugly, crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this kid incredibly good-looking? If Meng doesn't like him, you can kill me."

Tingyao's gaze followed the security scanner, scanning every inch of the man in white's face.

This person is Zhong Youling, the legendary doctor in this book.

In his previous life, due to Meng**'s drastic alteration of the plot, which caused a butterfly effect, Zhong Youling never appeared alive. The only time they met was when he glanced at Zhong Youling's corpse. Even with his face slightly decomposed, his appearance was still astonishing, and that one glance was etched into his mind for eternity.

Tingyao's sleeve was tugged by Zhao Siwei. Seeing the expectant look in his eyes, she decisively gave him a thumbs up, "Dude, you're really amazing, so thoughtful."

"Please, Your Highness, spare my life." Zhong Youling knelt down, her voice pleading. "I was very grateful when you saved me. I promised to do something for you that I could. You didn't tell me that you wanted me to learn from the women in the brothel and compete for your favor."

Zhao Siwei shook his head slightly with his finger up. "Brother, this isn't how business is done. I told you I wanted you to meet a woman, and you agreed, didn't you? I didn't hold a knife to your throat to coerce you, did I? I'm providing you with good food, drink, and lodging now, not so you can slap me in the face."

Zhong Youling's gaze immediately fell on Tingyao. "Please, young lady, have mercy on me. I, Zhong Youling, will repay you with a thousandfold gratitude."

Tingyao suddenly smiled, thinking to herself, "This is truly heaven's help!"

Instead of telling Zhong Youling that she had mistaken him for someone else, she stepped forward to help him up. "Young Master Zhong, what are you doing? Please get up." She took out a handkerchief and pretended to wipe his face. "Young Master, you are truly a celestial being. Even your tears fall like shooting stars, enough to make one forget all unpleasantness at a glance."

Zhong Youling was truly terrified and tears welled up in his eyes. He grabbed Tingyao's sleeve, turned his face away, and dared not get up. "Miss, I don't sell myself, please let me go..."

Tingyao smiled and said, "Give me a smile first."

Zhong Youling shrank back in fright, her eyes reddening, "Miss, please, please let me go..."

Zhao Siwei immediately realized something was wrong. His wife had never praised him so highly in either of his lives! She had hired someone to seduce Meng**, not to cause trouble in his own home!

He quickly got up and stepped forward, pulling away Zhong Youling's hand that was pulling at his wife.

Zhong Youling also rushed to Zhao Siwei's side, saying, "I know medicine. Although I can't bring the dead back to life, I can still help you with many things."

Just then, Ruyi's voice suddenly rang out from outside, "What is Young Master Zhang doing! There's no one inside!"

Then, the door was kicked open.

Tingyao immediately covered her head and hid under the table, peeking out her eyes to look at Zhang Zhan, who had entered with a furious expression.

Great, Plan B has started smoothly.

Zhang Zhan had been keeping an eye on Zhao Siwei, fearing that he wouldn't have time to clean up the mess Zhao Siwei had made.

If the capital were to suddenly start gossiping that the Ninth Prince was having an affair with a brothel, the royal family would surely intervene to stop the rumors. The simplest and most direct way to do this would be to have him get close to women in public to dispel the rumors. The nearest public occasion for this would be the banquet at the end of the month.

Furthermore, the storyline between these two before Zhang Zhan completely turned to the dark side gave Tingyao the feeling that they had a illicit affair.

Zhang Zhan's kick was clearly driven by anger, which frightened the twelve men standing nearby so much that they all ran towards Zhao Siwei, begging him to save their lives.

From Zhang Zhan's perspective, however, the scene was quite different.

Zhao Siwei was impatiently pulling at a stunningly handsome man, while the man in white knelt on the ground, his eyes red and looking pitiful.

After a moment of stunned silence, Zhang Zhan stared blankly at Zhao Siwei, his eyes filled with disbelief. "I always thought you were virtuous and upright, but I never expected you to—"

The unspoken words were written all over his face: My good brother, are you trying to scare me to death?

Zhao Siwei realized what was happening and released Zhong Youling's hand, but Zhong grabbed it tightly. He was so frightened that he shook it off wildly, shouting, "Don't touch me! Let go!" He turned his head to meet Zhang Zhan's gaze and frantically shouted, "Zhang Zhan isn't like that! Don't think nonsense!"

Zhong Youling wasn't stupid. He could tell that Zhao Siwei was afraid of the people who had broken in. If he was shameless enough, then if either of the two men told him to get lost or had someone kick him out, he would be free immediately.

Suddenly, a faint voice rang out; it was the professional contestant from the small restaurant who was watching the excitement from the sidelines.

"Young Master Zhong's attire seems quite similar to this young master's..."

One sentence was like a thunderbolt, striking Zhao Siwei, Zhang Zhan, and Zhong Youling so hard they were scorched to the bone.

A thunderous roar echoed in Zhang Zhan's mind. He stared at Zhong Lingyou in horror for a moment, then looked at Zhao Siwei with a complicated expression, covering his mouth in disbelief.

Zhong Lingyou silently released her hand from Zhao Siwei's sleeve, knelt down and moved backward, her eyes darting nervously between Zhao Siwei and Zhang Zhan.

He seems to be in trouble. He's just a country bumpkin, he doesn't understand how rich people live, but he's terrified. Who will take him away...?

Zhao Siwei remained silent for a long time, when suddenly a sense of profound sorrow, as if his heart had died, overwhelmed him.

Zhong Lingyou's temperament did indeed resemble Zhang Zhan's by a significant degree, which is why he went to great lengths to acquire him. He even had Zhang Zhan correct his mannerisms according to Zhang Zhan's usual dressing habits, all in order to have a better chance of making Meng** fall in love with someone else.

Feeling that things were developing beyond his expectations, he could only force himself to speak to the stiff Zhang Zhan, "Don't overthink it. You have to believe that both you and I are innocent."

There seemed to be no men in the room, suggesting that the two might be innocent.

Hiding under the table, Tingyao covered her mouth with her hands to stifle her laughter, her mind filled with the voice broadcast from earlier.

— [Ding! Zhao Siwei's current emotional state is: Panic 50%, Embarrassment 49%, Suicidal thoughts 1%]

Hahahaha, Zhao Siwei is so reckless, I'm just asking you, are you digging your toes into the ground or not?