The Sugar Mommy System: The Evil Young Master is Villain!!! - Chapter 90

Chapter 90: 7) Gentle mother but arrogant son and father!
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In an instant, passes out body of Yang Pariarch showed signs of movement, coughing his lungs out.

“Hmm… W-What!” Lady Yang’s widened at such a turn of events, unable to fathom what just happened.

Even Bai Lung raised his eyebrows before maintaining her composure.

The same thing could be said with Siantess, she was unsure of how Patriarch Yang even managed to show signs of life after such a horrible deed.

“How… Just how did his condition get better? Such absurd method,” the voice escaped her parted lips.

Bai Lung’s eyes narrowed coldly as he regarded Lady Yang’s outspoken questioning.

The nerve of this woman to doubt his method, after he had graciously agreed to help the patriarch in the first place.

He would not stand for such insolence.

The audacity to not believe what happens right before eyes, is outrageous!!!

“Miss Yang, I had thought to spare you the gory details, but it seems you require a more thorough explanation,” His voice dripped with condescension as he continued.

“The components I have chosen are not mere superstition, but time-honored remedies from the deepest wells of esoteric knowledge. The garlic and lemon work to cleanse the patriarch’s qi channels, while the chili stimulates his circulation. As for the cow dung…”

Bai Lung paused, allowing a cruel smirk to twist his lips… After all, Lies need to be well crafted, like a newlywed bride.

“It contains concentrated energy that will counteract the vicious yin poison coursing through his veins. But of course, a delicate flower such as yourself would be unaware of such arcane medical practices…”

He stepped closer to Lady Yang, his imposing presence and sharp gaze leaving no room for further argument.

“I suggest you hold your tongue and allow me to work. Or would you prefer to watch your husband perish before your eyes?” His tone made it clear that this was no empty threat.

Lady Yang visibly recoiled as Bai Lung loomed over her, his cold gaze piercing through her.

She opened her mouth, as if to protest further, but the words seemed to die on her lips.

There was a tangible shift in the atmosphere, a palpable sense of danger that emanated from this young master.

“You would do well to heed my words, Miss Yang,” Bai Lung said, his tone brooking no argument. “I have the patriarch’s best interests at heart, and I will not tolerate any interference. If you wish to see him restored to health, then you will trust in my methods, no matter how…unorthodox they may seem,”

After all, this is just the beginning of the downfall of the Yang family, but to be honest, Bai Lung is a little unwilling to let such a family fall.

Thus, he plans to control the Yang Family under his finger and if possible, Madam Yang, his side chick.

She is a good woman, be it in manner or looks, she emits a maternal charm, she is a perfect side piece it maid for a man like Bai Lung.

—

He turned his attention back to the patriarch, his long fingers gently prying open the man’s mouth once more.

With a deft flick of his wrist, he produced a small vial from the folds of his robes, uncorking it with a practiced motion.

“This tincture will help to neutralize the toxins and restore his qi balance,” he explained, allowing a few precious drops to fall onto the patriarch’s tongue.

“It is a rare and powerful concoction, known only to a select few,” he added, his voice as cold as ice.

Bai Lung’s eyes flashed with a hint of smugness as he watched the patriarch’s features relax, the tension in his body slowly ebbing away.

He knew that Lady Yang and the others were captivated, their doubts slowly giving way to a begrudging admiration for his skills.

“You see? I told you my methods would work. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to the next stage of the treatment,” He dismissed the stunned onlookers with a casual wave of his hand, his focus entirely on the patriarch, like a professional at work.

Bai Lung’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he watched the patriarch’s wife reluctantly retreat, her eyes still brimming with suspicion nonetheless.

Not to mention, she was also angry at how cold this brat was to her.

She was a precious flower raised in complement and appreciation, just how dare Bai Lung treat her in such a way? It’s unacceptable!

Meanwhile,

He knew his bold display of power and knowledge had rattled her, and that was precisely the reaction he had been aiming for.

‘Foolish woman,’ he thought.

Bai Lung is no omniscient, but he knows women are dumb creatures, not every woman, but most.

(source: the god told me in my dream )

turning his attention back to the patriarch.

‘Oh! She dares to question my methods? Very well! I’ll show her the true extent of my abilities,’ Bai Lung said to himself calmly, which is a clear indication Yang patriarch is going to suffer.

And surprisingly, Bai Lung wants Yang patriarch to die, that way, Lady Yang will be the matriarch of the family while Bai Lung will pull strings through the shadows.

However, Bai Lung doesn’t want the patriarch to die early, as he is a great asset in getting close to Lady Yang.

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With a deft flick of his wrist, Bai Lung produced a small, ornate vial from the folds of his robes.

The liquid within shimmered with a faint, otherworldly glow, and the young master could almost feel the potent energy emanating from it.

“This tincture is a closely guarded secret, passed down through generations of my family,” he explained, carefully dripping a few precious drops onto the patriarch’s tongue.

“It will not only neutralize the vile poison coursing through his veins but also restore his qi to its former strength,” he said, making sure they remember, they owe him one.

Bai Lung watched intently as the patriarch’s features slowly relaxed, the tension in his body gradually ebbing away. A subtle shift in the man’s aura was all the confirmation Bai Lung needed… the concoction was working.

“There, you see?” he said, casting a cold yet sharp glance at the onlookers.

“I told you my methods were effective. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to the next stage of the treatment,”

At this point, he, himself doesn’t know what he is doing, but, he knows very well, that the servants and Lady Yang are slowly trusting him, which is a good thing since he will have a few powerful cultivators at his disposal.

—

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Bai Lung turned his attention back to the patriarch’s face, his mind already racing with the next phase of his plan…

To prove his superiority and solidify his position within the Yang family, and increase the curiosity in Lady Yang’s mind.

…

Meanwhile,

Lady Yang watched with sharp eyes, like a hawk.

She doesn’t know but she has already fallen into Bai Lung’s trap, like a fly trapped in a spider’s web.

‘Gosh! Just which family this Young Maste came from… To have such rare material that can cure even Heingsing moonflower Yin poisoning without Yang Sunflower… Eesh! That mouth, it would have been better if it wasn’t that sharp,’

Being a woman, saintess could understand what was going through Lady Yang’s mind, after all, she too gets bothered by his sharp knife-like tongue.

This Young Master seriously doesn’t give much face to those who are deemed useless.

…

Bai Lung’s sharp, cold demeanor only grew more pronounced as he expertly prepared the next stage of the treatment.

He moved with confident, almost elegant movements, fully aware of the curious gazes trained upon him… Especially Lady Yang.

Meanwhile, Lady Yang observed with a mix of skepticism and intrigue, her thoughts swirling like a tempest within her mind.

She couldn’t help but wonder about this young master’s mysterious origins, the rare tincture he possessed, and the seemingly effortless way he had taken command of the situation.

Despite her reservations, there was something about him that inexplicably attracted her curiosity.

She wished to learn more and more about him and his origin, everything about him was shielded by a most of mystery.

Her mind raised a thousand questions, her intense eyes watching every move Bai Lung made with a keen interest.

Who was this enigmatic young man who seemed to possess an unparalleled knowledge and confidence? Where did he come from, and why did he possess such rare and powerful materials?

Moreover, the fact that he was able to command the situation with such ease only added to his allure.

The patriarch’s well-being aside, she found herself inexplicably drawn to him, her interest piqued by the mysterious air that surrounded him.

The more she watched him work, the more she wanted to know more about him.

Just then,

She couldn’t help but compare this young master to her husband, who lay vulnerable in the bed nearby.

The contrast between them was stark.

Her husband was a man of wealth and influence but without the spine and determination needed to lead.

Bai Lung, on the other hand, exuded confidence and authority, his every move a testament to his command over the situation, not to mention, that he was from far superior yet unknown origin.

Just then, her eyes went to Xiao Ling’r, causing her eyes to widen.

‘Gasp! Even Saintess from Heaven Fall sect is behind him, didn’t tell me… He is from the capital,’ Lady Yang connected dots.