"Yes, Madam. Don't you worry." Lin Sao quickly agreed. Following Qi Lan's instructions, she emptied a small packet into a glass of milk before carrying it upstairs. Qi Lan watched her do it all, then, satisfied, she picked up her purse and left. Yun An'an had just stepped out of the shower and saw the glass of warm milk on the table, knowing Lin Sao must have prepared it. Though it smelled odd, she didn't want to disappoint Lin Sao, whose kindness she cherished. She drank every last drop, just as she always did. After finishing the milk, Yun An'an retrieved a needle case she had hidden at the bottom of her suitcase. Inside, a row of golden needles lay gleaming with a cold light. Yun An'an traced a finger over them, a sense of melancholy washing over her. She couldn't have Huo Siqing's child. When she first discovered that Huo Siqing was the boy she had known in her childhood, a thousand fantasies had bloomed in her mind—joyful, ecstatic ones. She had longed to live out every future she had imagined with him over the past fifteen years. To have children, to grow old together. But she had never calculated that he would fall in love with Yun Xinyue. Or that he would have long forgotten her. A one-sided marriage was pointless, and a child born into such a loveless home would never be happy. That was why she had to ensure she wouldn't conceive. This method wouldn't harm her body and would only require three treatments. After administering the needles, Yun An'an spent some time reading the secret medical texts her grandfather had left her, a growing sense of regret filling her as she read. She had grown up at her grandfather's side. The golden needle techniques and exclusive medical arts—which her parents and sister had failed to inherit—her grandfather had passed them all down to her. He had even left her a small clinic in the capital as a coming-of-age gift. But her parents had always looked down on Traditional Chinese Medicine, championing Western practices instead. She was still a minor when her grandfather passed away, so her parents sold the clinic without her consent. Now, Traditional Chinese Medicine was in decline. People treated it like some kind of plague, while charlatans, seeking fame and fortune, were squeezing the last bit of value from it, earning nothing but contempt. Her family was like that, and the Huo family was even worse. How could she ever live up to her grandfather's legacy... - The next day. Yun An'an was still half-asleep when her phone rang. It was the current owner of the clinic. "Ms. Yun, I'm immigrating next month. If you still want to buy the clinic, I can give you priority. It's just the price..." Yun An'an was so excited she almost jumped out of bed, but she fought to keep her voice steady. "The price isn't an issue. Please, you have to hold it for me. I can come talk in person right now!" She had waited so long, she'd almost given up hope of ever buying back her grandfather's clinic. Who knew things would take such a turn? Not daring to waste a second, Yun An'an quickly washed up and headed out. The clinic's current owner was also a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He had bought the clinic when the industry showed promise, but now he could no longer keep it afloat. The clinic had been sold for only a million dollars back then. Now, to buy it back, the owner was asking for over three million. Yun An'an's heart skipped a beat. After a long pause, she pleaded, "Could you please give me a week? I promise I'll get the money together as soon as I can." "I can give you three days. I have a hundred other things to deal with before I leave; I don't have time to wait around for you." "Three days is enough. Thank you!" Yun An'an took a deep breath and thanked him. She had to try, no matter what. Yun An'an rushed back to the Huo residence and calculated her entire savings. After years of frugal living, she had only managed to save one and a half million dollars—less than half of what she needed. She didn't have a job; the Huo family considered her profession in Traditional Chinese Medicine an embarrassment. Not only could she not ask them for help, she couldn't even let them know. Just then, Lin Sao came upstairs to call for her. "Young Madam, the Old Master is here." "Grandpa's here?" Yun An'an snapped out of her thoughts, surprised. Old Master Huo lived a quiet life of self-cultivation on his estate in the suburbs and rarely visited the main residence. She quickly put her things away and went downstairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she heard arguing from the living room below. "Grandpa, I don't love Yun An'an." Huo Siqing's voice was cold as he sat on the armchair, a trace of weariness etched on his brow.