Urban Romantic Divine Doctor

Chapter 1642: Chapter 1639: An Unexpected Delight

Zhao Yin saw the confusion in Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren’s eyes, a trace of an evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: ”Pretend, keep pretending, pretend harder!”

”If you didn’t know that Master Yuding likes married women, especially doing it in front of their husbands, how could both of you appear together?”

”I have to say, you two are pretty smart. As long as you serve Master Yuding well, there will definitely be benefits for you as a couple.”

”Enough with the nonsense, get in the car!” He said, making an inviting gesture, inviting Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren to get into the nanny car beside him.

”Let’s go!” Xu Wendong said lightly, holding Lin Yiren’s hand as they got into the nanny car.

Then Zhao Yin started the car and sped away into the dust.

An hour later.

Zhao Yin drove the car slowly into a luxurious high-end villa area and finally stopped precisely in front of a towering standalone villa with five floors.

This villa was like a luxurious palace transported from ancient times, exuding an ancient and weighty charm.

Its exterior adopted the traditional Chinese architectural style, with dark tiles and white walls, flying eaves, and brackets, every detail showcasing the superb craftsmanship of ancient artisans.

The upturned eaves were like birds spreading their wings, lively and full of vitality. The copper bell hanging under the eaves gently swayed in the breeze, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound.

The main door was made of heavy solid wood, embedded with a pair of massive bronze door rings, embossed with ancient beast-face patterns, majestic and mysterious.

Stepping into the villa felt like stepping into an aristocratic mansion of ancient times.

The first sight was a spacious front courtyard, the ground paved with bluestone slabs, with green moss growing in the gaps between the stones, imparting a sense of tranquility that only time could bestow.

On both sides of the front courtyard stood several ancient-looking stone beasts, either standing majestically or appearing naive and endearing, serving both as decorations and as if guardians of the mansion.

Through the front courtyard into the main hall, the interior space was vast, with eight sturdy redwood pillars reaching up to the ceiling, their surfaces carved with exquisite dragon and phoenix motifs, the lines smooth and lifelike, as if they could take flight at any moment.

Hanging from the pillars were silk calligraphy works, the characters powerful or elegantly dynamic, all from the hands of ancient calligraphy masters, with ink strokes exuding a thick cultural atmosphere.

The ceiling of the main hall was constructed with wooden tenon and mortise structure, without a single iron nail, yet extremely solid. On top of the ceiling was a huge star map, dotted with stars and a bright galaxy, making one marvel at the ancients’ deep understanding of astronomy.

The floor was laid with precious sandalwood boards, with a deep color and a faint sandalwood fragrance, polished by time to appear increasingly bright and smooth.

In the center of the main hall was a set of redwood furniture, a massive Eight Immortals table occupying the core position, crafted from a whole piece of redwood, with naturally clear grain resembling a natural painting.

Around the Eight Immortals table were eight Taishi Chairs, with chair backs carved with exquisite floral, bird, fish, and insect patterns, each carving meticulously detailed, with flower petal veins, bird feathers, and fish scales all clearly visible, invoking admiration.

The chair cushions and backrests were made of superior silk fabric, embroidered with delicate cloud patterns, soft and comfortable, exuding luxury.

On one side of the main hall was a tea room, arranged simply and elegantly.

An rustic tea table carved from a tree root, with a unique shape full of natural charm.

Around the tea table were several cattail hassocks for sitting cross-legged to taste tea.

On the wall hung a long scroll of tea scripture in calligraphy, the script graceful, the ink as fresh as new.

In a corner of the tea room was a display shelf, showcasing various precious tea sets, including Song Dynasty Ru Kiln tea sets, Ming Dynasty Zisha pots, and Qing Dynasty Fencai tea bowls, each beautifully crafted, witnessing the long and profound history of Chinese tea culture.

At this moment.

Two women with fair skin and pretty faces stood there with uneasy expressions.

Their cultivation level was far below that of Lin Yiren, but in terms of figure, appearance, and demeanor, they were on par with her.

These two women looked to be in their prime, around twenty-five or six years old, but in this cultivation world, no one could accurately determine their real age.

After all.

Once embarking on the path of cultivation, one could delay the erosion and aging of time to some extent.

One of the women wore a burgundy low-cut evening gown, like a rose quietly blooming in the night.

The fabric of the gown was as smooth as silk, clinging tightly to her body, like a second layer of skin.

The low-cut neckline was bold and alluring, revealing a swath of snowy white skin through the slightly parted gap, following the exquisite collarbone line down to the mysterious area concealed by the gown’s skirt.

Her body proportions were considered perfect, her slender waist easily encircled with one hand, appearing even more graceful under the gown’s waist-cinching design.

Her firm buttocks resembled ripe peaches, round and resilient.

Every subtle movement set the skirt swaying gently, as if drawing alluring arcs in the air, exuding an irresistible sensual charm.

Her face was like a meticulously carved work of art.

Her oval face had soft lines, her eyes bright and deep, as if holding countless stars, able to capture one’s heart with just a glance.

Below her high-bridged nose were vibrant, luscious red lips, with the corners of her mouth slightly curving in a faint smile, adding a touch of allure.

Her long, shiny black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, with a few strands playfully curling on either side of her cheeks, adding a touch of liveliness.

The other woman wore a cheongsam-style dress, displaying the gentle grace and subtlety of Oriental women to perfection.

The cheongsam was in elegant blue and white porcelain tones, embroidered with delicate plum blossom patterns, seeming to emit a faint fragrance under the light.

The dress’s length just reached mid-thigh, perfectly showcasing her long, straight legs, with skin as white and smooth as jade, appearing more delicate against the cheongsam’s backdrop.

Her waist was as flexible as willow branches in the wind, swaying slightly, making the cheongsam’s skirt flow like rippling water.

Though her bust wasn’t as ample as the previous woman’s, it perfectly filled out the cheongsam’s front, forming a graceful curve.

Her face was fresh and exquisite, like the first peach blossom blooming in spring, tender and gorgeous.

Her eyes were clear as a spring, exuding gentleness and shyness in her glances.

Her nose was petite but straight, with cherry blossom pink lips, slightly pouty, evoking a sense of endearing loveliness.

Her bob-cut hair just touched her shoulders, the ends slightly curled inward, appearing both capable and cute, with a few delicate hair clips in place, shimmering faintly and adding a touch of refinement.

Just as Xu Wendong and Lin Yiren appeared, a hoarse and excited voice rang out: ”Didn’t expect a surprise today!”

As the words fell, an elder dressed in a white robe, with hair and beard completely white, exuding an immortal aura, slowly descended from upstairs...