The Young Urban Doctor

Translator: 549690339

At 4:55 PM, Luo Ziling, wearing his large glasses and with a sun hat on, walked out of the school gate.

He hadn’t seen Ouyang Feifei’s fleet of cars, and felt a bit lost.

“Could Ouyang Feifei be playing me?” Luo Ziling wondered. Just then, he saw three luxury cars approaching from a distance in his direction—Ouyang Feifei’s fleet.

The cars stopped nearby when the time was two minutes to five.

Luo Ziling quickly jogged over and pulled open the rear door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, a model he had come to recognize, and sat down in it.

Once seated, he saw the beautifully dressed Ouyang Feifei, looking so stunning that he felt slightly dazzled, sitting in the back seat just as she had before.

When Ouyang Feifei saw him get into the car, she simply nodded lightly to greet him and immediately instructed the driver to set off.

Her assistant, Wang Qing, was sitting in the front passenger seat, and Luo Ziling quickly noticed that the front two seats were acoustically separated from the back.

“How have things been these couple of days?” Luo Ziling asked after the car started moving.

“I feel quite good, but I can’t get the hang of the moxibustion therapy you prepared on my own, so I still need you to come over for treatment!” Ouyang Feifei said, her gaze falling on Luo Ziling as she spoke.

Luo Ziling locked eyes with her without looking away, but ultimately, he was defeated by Ouyang Feifei. Her gaze upon him was as if she was looking at something completely unrelated to her, without even a ripple, devoid of any emotional color, which made Luo Ziling quite uncomfortable.

He thought, no matter what, he was a handsome guy; Yang Qingyin treated him differently, and so many women in the school considered him a heartthrob. Even if Ouyang Feifei was beautiful, she should have shown some reaction after seeing his handsome features. It was as if he didn’t exist to her.

He was a little angry!

“Are you afraid of being recognized?”

“What?” Luo Ziling didn’t immediately grasp the sudden question from Ouyang Feifei.

Ouyang Feifei turned her face away and didn’t say anything more.

After thinking about it, Luo Ziling understood what Ouyang Feifei meant and explained somewhat awkwardly, “I don’t want to become the subject of discussion on the school forum.”

“You have already become a significant figure at the school,” Ouyang Feifei said, turning her head back to look at Luo Ziling intently without blinking.

Now, her eyes were no longer indifferent; they had a hint of mockery.

Although the mockery still felt uncomfortable, it was at least better than before.

“It’s all because of your sister!” Luo Ziling replied somewhat irritably, “If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have become a significant figure at the school, and certain matters wouldn’t have caused such a stir!”

Ouyang Feifei gave Luo Ziling a strange look and didn’t say anything.

Luo Ziling also suddenly didn’t know what to say.

The two of them remained silent for the rest of the journey without saying another word.

Ouyang Feifei calmly looked forward, while Luo Ziling looked at the scenery outside from the corner of his eyes.

The car drove for about twenty minutes and entered a high-end community, finally stopping in front of a private villa with its own courtyard.

“Is this where you live?” Luo Ziling couldn’t help but ask in surprise when he saw where the car had stopped.

Ouyang Feifei didn’t answer, but just nodded gently.

As Luo Ziling pushed the door open to get out, Wang Qing, who was seated in the front passenger seat, had already stepped out first to open the door for Ouyang Feifei.

“Can’t even open the car door herself, such a princess attitude!” Luo Ziling couldn’t help but mutter under his breath as he watched Ouyang Feifei step out of the car only after Wang Qing had opened the door for her.

“Mr. Luo, right this way,” Wang Qing beckoned him inside while Luo Ziling looked around with a bellyful of grievances and curious eyes, assessing the surroundings.

By then, Ouyang Feifei had already elegantly entered the villa’s courtyard with her spine straight, and Luo Ziling had to hastily catch up.

Ouyang Feifei’s black-clad bodyguards did not enter but stayed in the outside courtyard.

The villa was quite large and lavishly decorated, which made Luo Ziling couldn’t help but marvel.

“She truly is a wealthy woman!” As he entered the living room and curiously examined the precious paintings and decorations, Luo Ziling couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

If one were to marry such a woman, it indeed would be a man’s fortune for a lifetime.

But now, Luo Ziling no longer harbored many regrets, for he had met Yang Qingyin.

“Take a seat, I’m going to take a quick shower,” Ouyang Feifei said softly from behind Luo Ziling, who was curiously surveying the room.

Without waiting for Luo Ziling’s reaction, she headed towards the staircase.

“Alright!” Luo Ziling responded to Ouyang Feifei’s elegant retreating figure, tossed his bag onto the sofa, and sat down.

The sofa was very soft, and the leather was incredibly smooth, clearly made from high-end materials.

Wang Qing prepared some tea and fruit for Luo Ziling, then whispered, “Mr. Luo, please enjoy the tea,” and said nothing more, heading upstairs with chest held high, just like Ouyang Feifei.

“What peculiar women, acting like everyone owes them millions,” Luo Ziling couldn’t help but mock as he noted that Wang Qing’s personality was not much different from Ouyang Feifei’s.

In comparison, Yang Qingyin was much more lovable, her smile so sweet that just seeing her laugh would intoxicate one’s heart.

No matter how beautiful Ouyang Feifei was, in Luo Ziling’s heart, she wasn’t as beautiful as Yang Qingyin.

What he didn’t know was that Yang Qingyin only showed her smiley disposition in front of him. Usually, she was much like Ouyang Feifei, rarely showing a smile, let alone one so radiant.

They were proud, and they had enough confidence to treat people with this demeanor.

It seemed there was no one else in the villa, and there had been no one inside before they arrived; the outside bodyguards dared not enter, and Wang Qing had gone to accompany Ouyang Feifei in her bath, so Luo Ziling found it quite boring.

Seeing a large TV on the living room wall with a remote control on the coffee table beside it, Luo Ziling thought for a moment, picked up the remote, and prepared to watch some TV. But after fiddling with it for a while, he couldn’t turn on the television and angrily threw the remote aside.

However, as he threw the remote, the TV suddenly turned on by itself, startling him.

Looking upstairs, he caught a glimpse of Wang Qing’s silhouette and realized it was her who had turned on the TV, which made him feel even more embarrassed and annoyed.

About fifteen minutes later, Wang Qing came down the stairs and, walking up to Luo Ziling who was watching the news on TV, whispered, “Mr. Luo, the young miss invites you to her room.”

Luo Ziling grudgingly acquiesced without a glance at Wang Qing and briskly went upstairs.

His rapid movement startled Wang Qing, who quickly followed up the stairs.

Because she walked so quickly, she almost tripped on the staircase.

Luo Ziling ignored Wang Qing behind him and went straight into the room lit with light.

Inside the room, Ouyang Feifei, wrapped in a robe with her long hair cascading over her shoulders, was sitting on the bed. Upon seeing him enter, her eyes immediately looked his way.

Seeing Ouyang Feifei like this, Luo Ziling’s heartbeat quickened a bit more.

It must be said, Ouyang Feifei’s post-bath appearance was more alluring than at any other time, beauty to the utmost!