Chapter 526: Nuwa's Graduation Project!
"Brother Shen, is, is this still me?"
Yang Qiuchan looked at herself in the mirror, her beautiful and delicate face filled with shock and disbelief.
The woman staring back at her was a stranger, a celestial being sculpted from dreams. The mirror's surface was unforgiving, yet all it reflected was perfection. Her skin, once a canvas of agony and scar tissue, was now as flawless and tender as a freshly peeled egg, glowing with a soft, rosy luminescence from within. Not a single blemish remained. The horrifying, puckered burns that had haunted her every waking moment were gone, vanished as if they had never existed. Even the minor imperfections of her past—the occasional pimple, the slight dullness from a sleepless night—had been wiped clean, leaving only the pristine, snow-white complexion of a newborn.
Her features, once obscured by trauma, were now a breathtaking masterpiece. Willow-thin eyebrows arched gracefully over eyes that sparkled like distant nebulae. A nose carved from the finest jade sat perfectly centered, and her lips, full and naturally rosy, seemed to be perpetually parted in a silent invitation. It was a face that could launch wars and topple empires, a divine work of art that seemed to have captured all the beauty of creation in a single, exquisite form.
The sight was too much. The dam of her restraint finally shattered. In an instant, a cascade of crystal-clear tears streamed down her cheeks, a torrent of pearls breaking free from a snapped string. She crumpled to the floor, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.
"They're really gone… the burn scars are really gone! I'm finally no longer that ugly monster who dared not show her face…"
At this moment, tears of profound relief and released anguish streamed down Yang Qiuchan's face as she squatted on the ground, her vision a blur. Her slender shoulders heaved with each gasp, the sound echoing in the sterile hospital room—a raw, gut-wrenching cry that carried years of suffering.
Only heaven knew the sheer torment she had endured. Her life had been a cruel inversion, a plummet from the celestial heights of a campus belle, admired and adored, to the deepest pits of Hell. She had become a terrifying monster, a gargoyle whose reflection made her flinch and whose presence made small children cry and hide behind their mothers' legs. The whispers, the stares of pity and disgust, the crushing isolation—it had been a living nightmare. If not for the unwavering love of her parents, a fragile thread anchoring her to this world, Yang Qiuchan would have long since lost the courage to live.
Now, squatting on the cold floor, she wept for it all. She wept for the girl she had been, for the monster she had become, and for the stranger she saw in the mirror. Every grievance, every ounce of torment, every drop of pain was purged in that flood of tears, leaving her face drenched and her soul cleansed.
Shen Anyu watched the trembling woman, his expression calm and steady. He didn't rush to stop her, understanding that this emotional deluge was necessary. He simply let her cry, giving her the space to expel the poison that had festered in her heart for so long. When her sobs began to soften into weary gasps, he spoke, his voice a low, reassuring murmur.
"Crying it out will make you feel much better. I'm here with you."
"Mhm, mhm…"
Yang Qiuchan looked up from her crouched position, her tear-filled eyes locking onto Shen Anyu. He was the man who had pulled her from the abyss, the man she loved more than life itself. She nodded heavily, her movements jerky with emotion. The crystalline tears splattered onto the tiled floor like shattered diamonds, somehow making her exquisitely beautiful face appear even more stunning, fragile, and heart-wrenching.
Shen Anyu squatted down to her level, his presence a warm, solid anchor in her storm. He gently pulled her into his embrace, his arms wrapping around her shaking frame, holding her securely. He said nothing more, simply stroking her hair as he let her feel his strength and warmth.
Under his comforting touch, Yang Qiuchan's weeping gradually subsided. The storm passed, leaving a quiet, profound calm in its wake. She leaned back slightly, her beautiful, star-like eyes fixed on Shen Anyu's face. A new resolve hardened within them. Her rosy lips parted slightly, her voice barely a whisper, yet filled with an unshakeable conviction:
"Brother Shen, take me. Qiuchan wants to give everything to you… not out of gratitude, but because I want to belong to you completely."
Shen Anyu, however, simply looked at her and shook his head.
The silent gesture struck Yang Qiuchan like a physical blow. Her heart plummeted into an icy void, and a chilling numbness spread through her limbs. 'Did he... dislike her?' The thought was a dagger to her soul. 'Was everything before just pity? A grand gesture for a scarred, pathetic creature he felt sorry for?'
Seeing the light drain from her eyes, Shen Anyu's lips curved into a gentle smile. He leaned in and pressed a soft, warm kiss to her cheek, his gaze sweeping around the room. He took in the top-floor ward of Qinghe Hospital—spacious, modern, and impeccably clean, yet still utterly inadequate in his eyes. He said, his voice a low, possessive rumble:
"The conditions here are too simple. I can't let my Qiuchan be wronged."
The weight on her chest vanished, replaced by a dizzying, effervescent joy. Yang Qiuchan broke into a smile through her tears, the expression a dazzling sunrise. "I thought… I thought Brother Shen disliked me."
Shen Anyu chuckled, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "It wasn't easy to make you so beautiful. How could I possibly dislike you? Even if you tried to escape now, you can't. You're destined to be eaten today."
A deep blush flooded Yang Qiuchan's cheeks, turning her from a celestial beauty into a shy, mortal maiden. Her gorgeous eyes became misty, veiled with a demure shyness, but she didn't look away. Instead, she gathered her courage, her gaze filled with a tenderness so deep it was almost tangible.
"Qiuchan won't run away. Brother Shen can eat me however he likes."
Before long, when Shen Anyu led Yang Qiuchan by the hand and appeared before the doctors and nurses of Qinghe Hospital, the entire corridor fell into a stunned, breathless silence.
"Beautiful… So… so beautiful…"
Every female doctor and nurse stared, their professional composure completely shattered. Even as women, they were utterly captivated, their minds struggling to process the vision before them. How could a human being possess such otherworldly beauty?
Her features were beyond exquisite, a perfect harmony of willow-brows, a jade-like nose, and ruby lips. Her eyes held the depth of a starry night sky, twinkling with a light that seemed to draw you in and steal your very soul. Her skin was a marvel—fair, delicate, and glowing, like the finest porcelain brought to life, without a single pore or flaw to mar its perfection.
As the top cosmetic medical team in the city, they had seen everything. They had witnessed natural beauties who were blessed by the heavens and artificial beauties sculpted by the most skilled surgeons. But compared to the woman standing before them, all those others were like dull river stones next to a flawless diamond. The difference wasn't just in degree; it was in kind.
The Yang Qiuchan in front of them wasn't merely beautiful; she was a miracle. She was, as the popular internet slang went, Nuwa's graduation project—the final, perfect masterpiece of the creator goddess, a being who could only be described as absolute perfection.
Even Shen Anyu sighed with emotion. He had a harem of peerless beauties, a collection of Destined Heroines, yet Yang Qiuchan's current beauty and temperament ranked near the very top. She was like a cicada breaking free at dawn, shedding her old shell to reveal a renewed, transcendent radiance that outshone all others. In his vast experience, only the ethereal grace of Huangfu Xian and the icy perfection of An Zhiyue could truly compare.
It was a very long time after Shen Anyu had led Yang Qiuchan away by the hand that the spell was finally broken.
The many female doctors and nurses of Qinghe Hospital finally came back to their senses, and a wave of animated discussion erupted:
"My heavens, where did Young Master Shen find such a stunning beauty? She's too gorgeous; she makes even me, a woman, feel breathless. If a man saw her, he'd probably lose his soul on the spot."
"Exactly! We work in plastic surgery and cosmetology! We've seen countless natural and artificial beauties, but compared to the lady just now, they're all insignificant."
"If that woman debuted as a celebrity, she'd probably become the top of the top in less than a month. A hundred million fans would be an understatement."
"Are you kidding? That great beauty is clearly Young Master Shen's woman. Why would she need to debut as a celebrity? Unless it's her hobby, Young Master Shen could give her a lifetime of glory and wealth with a snap of his fingers."
"My feelings are complicated; I don't know whether to envy Young Master Shen or that great beauty."
"A match made in heaven, a golden boy and jade girl, no exaggeration. Their looks are truly too Heaven-Defying."
"…"
Just then, a young female doctor mumbled, a frown of confusion on her face:
"Why do I feel like the clothes that great beauty is wearing are the same ones worn by Miss Yang Qiuchan, the one with the burn disfigurement, whom we just examined?"
As soon as this was said, the entire group fell silent. The many female doctors and nurses exchanged glances, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had just spent a long time examining Yang Qiuchan, and now that they thought back, the simple hospital-issued patient gown was indeed identical. It was certainly not unfamiliar.
Could it be? Could that celestial beauty, that living masterpiece who looked like Nuwa's graduation project, actually be the disfigured Yang Qiuchan?
But how was that even possible? The burn disfigurement they had just meticulously examined was catastrophic. Repairing it was a monumental challenge. Even with the most advanced skin grafting technology, it would be nearly impossible to restore her to her original state, especially given how fair and delicate Yang Qiuchan's original skin had been. Any graft would leave a noticeable difference in texture and tone.
And now, Young Master Shen had taken her to the top-floor ward, and in less than half an hour, she had undergone such a heaven-defying transformation?
Could it be that Young Master Shen knew magic? Or perhaps… immortal arts?
However, this question was destined to remain unanswered. They would never dare to post their speculations on social media. The hospital director had already personally come down and issued a strict gag order regarding all matters concerning Young Master Shen. Any disclosure would result in immediate termination and blacklisting from the entire medical field. Otherwise, if a single photo of Yang Qiuchan were to leak online, the sensation it would cause would certainly far exceed anything like the "Matcha Sister" or the "Most Beautiful School Belle" of the past.
Meanwhile.
A voice recording and a photo were sent to Wu Ming's email inbox.
Wu Ming had just emerged from his Portable Immortal Mansion, preparing to go out and buy some more high-quality crops. He planned to plant them within the mansion's spiritual fields, hoping they would undergo mutations and potentially produce spiritual seeds.
At this moment, Wu Ming felt his phone vibrate. He opened his email and his expression instantly changed. A crystal-clear audio file began to play, accompanied by a photo of a devastatingly beautiful woman looking up at a man with tears in her eyes. The voice was soft, vulnerable, yet filled with an unyielding resolve:
"Brother Shen, take me. Qiuchan wants to give everything to you, not out of gratitude, but because I want to belong to you completely."
This sentence made Wu Ming's expression extremely grim
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