Chapter 2680 — Here I Come

It was no wonder, though—Yuning was unconscious, lying motionless on the bed, so it stood to reason that the drug would take effect more slowly than it would in a normal person. Zhao Qibing was getting anxious, but he knew he could not rush things, so he could only say, with a helpless sigh: "Uncle Zhu!"

"What is it, Young Master Bing?" Uncle Zhu had been standing at the door to the inner room all along; hearing Zhao Qibing's call, he immediately pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Uncle Zhu, the drug hasn't kicked in yet. I have nothing to do—keep me company and talk with me!" Zhao Qibing said.

"All right..." Uncle Zhu glanced at Yuning on the bed and breathed a small inward sigh of relief. Then he said: "Young Master Bing, there's a good saying—good food is worth waiting for. To be safe, you'd do better to wait until the drug has fully taken hold of Yuning before you make your move. Otherwise, I'm afraid that even with a recording, it won't look convincing."

"I know that." Zhao Qibing nodded. "That's exactly why I called you in here to talk with me."

"Oh, right—Young Master Bing, this drug is an aphrodisiac, but what if Yuning resists? You know how it is: some people have iron wills and won't give in easily. What if she just keeps resisting?" Uncle Zhu began to scare Zhao Qibing with words he did not mean, hoping to make him postpone his plan. "So I think, once the drug takes effect, you should wait until its effects are brought out to the fullest—until Yuning comes seeking it of her own accord—before you step in!"

"That won't be a problem, don't worry. Let me tell you, the Medicine King's potion is formidable—once taken, the person falls into a kind of half-dazed, dreamlike state. What she sees is not real; she enters a temporary world of illusion and imagines me as the image of the man she admires. That way she'll behave very naturally and submissively, as if she were the one seeking pleasure, and there won't be a single flaw to be found!" Zhao Qibing said. "And once it's done, even if she realizes something is wrong, we'll have the recording in hand—we'll insist she was the one who came on to me, and the hidden Yu family will have no choice but to swallow it!"

"So that's how it is—this potion is really something!" Uncle Zhu exclaimed.

"Of course it is—quite something indeed. Just look at who brewed it," Zhao Qibing said smugly.

Time slipped away, second by second. Yuning's face was gradually turning rosy—the sign that the drug was about to take effect. Half an hour had passed since Uncle Zhu had phoned Wei Zhao, and Uncle Zhu was frantic with worry. The drug was about to take hold, and Zhao Qibing was about to take up his spear and charge into battle—yet Wei Zhao still had not appeared. With no other choice, Uncle Zhu would have to take matters into his own hands.

In fact, Wei Zhao had already reached the outskirts of Diyu City and was racing toward the hotel. The Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast was already fast, and Wei Zhao had not paused for a single moment. "Little Feng, keep it up—we're almost at our destination!"

"Roar, roar—" The Wind-Thunder Purple Lightning Beast let out a low, triumphant roar, and its speed actually increased. Wei Zhao guessed that it must have sensed the finish line was near and was making one last burst.

In the hotel room, Yuning's breathing began to quicken. She came back to consciousness from her stupor, her gaze growing hazy, her delicate little face turning the color of a boiled crab shell. A strange desire welled up in her, and she could not help but moan...

Yuning felt a little shy. She did not know what had come over her. She remembered that she had seemed to be walking and chatting with her cousin Yushan, and then the next moment she knew nothing at all—and in the blink of an eye, she was in a strange place.

Yuning was no longer a child, so naturally she knew what this feeling meant. She had had such dreams herself from time to time, and what she felt now was much like what she felt in those dreams...

Zhao Qibing was overjoyed at the sight of Yuning's condition. He drew a deep breath and turned to Uncle Zhu. "Uncle Zhu, I'm going into battle. Stand guard at the door for me—don't let anyone in!"

"Yes..." Uncle Zhu answered as if nothing were amiss, but inwardly he was beside himself with anxiety. Wei Zhao had not come, so he could only prepare himself to act!

Uncle Zhu retreated to the door, intending to wait a little longer for Wei Zhao, but all the while he kept a close watch on Zhao Qibing. If Zhao Qibing made a move, he would rush over at once and knock him out—though there was still a little time yet.

The drug in Yuning's body had only just begun to take effect; there were still a few minutes to be gained before Zhao Qibing would truly act.

In fact, Zhao Qibing was also waiting for Yuning to summon him of her own accord. If he was going to put on a show, he would put on the whole show; even though he was burning with hunger and desire, he could not begrudge these few short moments.

Through her haze, Yuning dimly sensed that someone had come into the room. She turned her head and looked at Zhao Qibing.

In her eyes, Zhao Qibing was not Zhao Qibing at all—he had transformed into the likeness of Wei Zhao. This, of course, was the work of the drug!

Seeing Wei Zhao, Yuning felt a surge of joy. She had never expected to see Wei Zhao here—was she dreaming? Yuning felt it could not be real, for only a moment ago she had been at home; how had she come to see Wei Zhao in this dazed way?

So the only explanation was that this was a dream. It seemed she had been thinking of him by day and dreaming of him by night—she missed Wei Zhao so much that she had seen him in her dream.

But even in a dream, Yuning did not want to miss this chance. If she could not see Wei Zhao in reality, then she would simply have to meet him more often in her dreams. Because she believed it was a dream, she forgot her shyness—after all, this was not the first time she had had such a dream, and she and Wei Zhao had already had a little something happen between them long ago.

"Come..." Yuning had meant to get up and go welcome Wei Zhao, but her body felt a little heavy, so she simply beckoned to him.

"Heh heh, my beauty, here I come!" Hearing Yuning summon him of her own accord, Zhao Qibing grinned from ear to ear. This drug really was formidable—when he got back, he would have to praise the Medicine King properly!

At the door, Uncle Zhu's heart was pounding. His hand was already on the door—if Zhao Qibing really dared to lay a hand on Yuning, he would charge in!

"...Come here..." Seeing Wei Zhao standing there grinning foolishly and not coming over, Yuning grew a little impatient and said coquettishly: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come over—I... I've missed you..."

"Heh heh, I'm coming, I'm coming right now!" Zhao Qibing could no longer withstand the temptation and charged straight at Yuning.

"Wei Zhao, slow down..." Seeing Wei Zhao so impatient, Yuning could not help but laugh. Yet she was not annoyed—she was happy for her own charm.