Cultivator God, Thanks to Beautiful CEO

Chapter 2

"My father is the Vice Director. Tomorrow morning, I’ll personally ensure your evaluation records are filed with gross medical malpractice. By the end of this week, your medical license will be permanently revoked, and you'll be kicked out of Apex Medical Center like a diseased dog."

Vanessa wrapped her arms tightly around Gavin’s waist, leaning against his shoulder while staring at Melvin with absolute indifference. "Get out of our apartment, Melvin. You're ruining our mood!"

Melvin stared at the woman he had loved and protected for half a decade. The final embers of warmth in his heart died completely, replaced by a pitch-black abyss of icy silence.

Slowly, agonizingly, Melvin dragged himself up from the floor. He didn't gather his clothes. He didn't look back at the trash can. He turned his back on them without uttering another word and walked out into the dark hallway.

Outside, torrential rain poured down, soaking Melvin to the skin the second he stepped out of the building. Rainwater mixed with the blood trickling from his forehead, but he felt no physical pain—only a crushing, hollow void inside his chest.

He stumbled toward his battered sedan, unlocked the door, and collapsed into the driver's seat.

His career was sabotaged. His five-year love was a lie. He had reached absolute rock bottom, stripped of his dignity and left with nothing in the cold, unforgiving city.

Five years of devotion. Six months of midnight fares. All discarded alongside a half-carat diamond ring.

He sat motionless in the dark, his mind numb, when his phone suddenly vibrated against the console. The rideshare screen flashed with a high-priority, black-tier pick-up dispatch—a luxury request originating barely two blocks away near the VIP exit of the Grand Plaza Hotel.

Mechanically, Melvin tapped the screen to accept. He cared nothing for the fare; he simply needed to move, to drive, to keep his thoughts from sinking back into the sound of Vanessa’s laughter.

Five minutes later, the sedan glided to a halt beside the shadowy side exit of the plaza. The rear door burst open almost immediately, bringing with it a sudden wave of high-end jasmine fragrance and an intense, unnatural heat.

A woman tumbled into the backseat, collapsing heavily against the leather interior.

"Drive..." a voice gasped out—sharp, commanding, yet shuddering with breathless desperation. "Get away from this place... now!"

Melvin instinctively glanced toward the rearview mirror, and his pulse froze.

Even beneath the dim dashboard glow, her face was unmistakable. It was Evelyn Cross—the famously ice-cold CEO of the Cross Consortium and majority executive director of Apex Medical Center.

Renowned across the province as an untouchable corporate empress, Evelyn was legendary for her formidable intellect, regal poise, and ruthless composure.

Yet right now, the untouchable CEO looked entirely unravelled.

Her porcelain skin was flushed a deep crimson, and fine beads of perspiration glistened along her collarbone.

Her dark eyes were dazed, heavy-lidded with an uncontrollable, feverish fog, and her slender fingers pulled frantically at the top buttons of her dark silk blouse.

"Ma'am?" Melvin asked, his medical instincts rising despite his state of mind. "Are you alright? Your body temperature is unnaturally high. I can take you straight to Apex Emergency—"

"No!" Evelyn choked out, her voice raspy as her fingers locked onto the front headrest with scorching heat. "No hospitals! No authorities... If anyone sees me in this state... everything I built is lost..."

Melvin’s eyes narrowed slightly. As a medical intern, the physical signs were severe hyperthermia paired with acute chemical neuro-stimulation.

Evelyn had been secretly poisoned with a volatile, heat-inducing aphrodisiac—a destructive compound engineered to shatter self-control and provoke a public scandal.

Unknown to Melvin, her politically ambitious husband, Julian Cross, had planted the substance during a private corporate banquet to strip Evelyn of her voting rights under the company charter.

"Just drive..." Evelyn pleaded, her breath hitching into a faint moan as the compound surged through her veins. "Take me to my private estate on Westridge Hill... quickly!"

Melvin depressed the accelerator, and the sedan cut through the rain-soaked streets, tires splashing through deep channels as he navigated toward the secluded hill district.

Ten minutes later, the car skidded to a stop before the wrought-iron gates of Evelyn’s private villa.

Melvin hurried around to open the passenger door to assist her. The moment he extended his hand, Evelyn tumbled forward into his arms. Her body radiated heat like a sudden fever. The temperature pressing through her silk garments was scorching, her pulse hammering against her throat like a trapped bird.

"It hurts..." Evelyn whispered, her formidable composure completely undone by the chemical fire sweeping through her nerves.

Evelyn’s arms instinctively tightened around Melvin’s neck, pulling his chest against hers in a desperate search for relief from the burning fever. "Help me... please... it's burning..."

Lifting her into his arms, Melvin carried her through the entrance and laid her down onto the soft sofa within the grand living room. "Stay still, Miss Cross. I'm a medical intern. Let me evaluate your pulse—"

Before he could pull back, Evelyn’s trembling hands locked onto his wrists, pulling him downward. Her flushed skin pressed against his, her rapid, shallow breathing brushing his neck.

In that exact instant, as Evelyn’s Pristine Yin Qi—heightened to a volatile pitch by the heat-toxin—made direct contact with Melvin’s chest, something dormant deep within his bloodline surged awake.

A sudden, deafening resonance echoed inside Melvin’s consciousness, like an ancient bronze bell ringing across centuries.

On the center of his chest beneath his torn shirt, a hidden dragon mark flared with golden radiance. An ancestral seal, buried within his lineage for generations, shattered completely!

The Sovereign Astral Meridian!

Instantly, a vast ocean of ancient memories, divine medical scriptures, celestial acupuncture techniques, and martial combat disciplines flooded into Melvin’s mind like a breaking dam. Centuries of forgotten cultivation heritage merged into his soul.

BOOM!

A surge of warm, golden celestial qi erupted from his core, coursing violently through his limbs. The severe myopia that had bound him to heavy lenses since childhood vanished within a second. His vision expanded into absolute clarity—unlocking the legendary Astral Sight.

Peering forward, Melvin’s gaze pierced through physical matter. He could clearly perceive the crimson pathways of Evelyn’s meridians, pinpointing the dark clusters of heat-toxin concentrated around her heart and nervous system.

Simultaneously, the celestial qi swept through Melvin’s own exhausted vessel. His bruised knuckles mended instantly; his fatigued muscles rebuilt themselves with refined, condensed power.

The exhaustion of a thirty-six-hour rotation evaporated, replaced by the boundless vitality of an urban cultivator.