If I Don’t Ruin Them In Secret, I’m Not the Famous Young Master

Serena Feng hadn’t expected that before she could even discuss Victor Yun’s condition, William Warren had already won over Sean Xuan. This truly surprised her.

Was Sean Xuan really that easy to persuade?

"He agreed so quickly, but we’re talking about taking on Skyvault Palace Sect, aren’t we?" Even if Sean Xuan was vying with the Palace Master’s legitimate son for succession, normally he wouldn’t trust them so easily.

William nodded and told Serena how Sean’s attitude shifted after seeing Madame Feng’s bones, and of course, that line: "It’s only Skyvault Palace. If Serena wants it, I’ll give it to her without hesitation!"

In the end, William sighed, "Serena, he’s doing this for you."

Yes, for Serena. Knowing their intentions weren’t pure, Sean Xuan still chose to cooperate and betray his own father. William felt emotional, but he wasn’t exactly baffled.

Because, if it were him, he’d do the same.

Serena’s smile froze. She took a deep breath and said, "Don’t make things too hard for him. At least, don’t destroy Skyvault Palace."

After all, Sean Xuan had ties with her mother, and after hearing those words, it felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on Serena’s chest, suffocating her.

She hadn’t expected Sean Xuan to say such things, hadn’t expected him to make that choice for someone he barely knew.

Even with her mother’s influence, they’d only known each other for half a day. To dare cooperate with William like this—Serena couldn’t help but admire him.

She felt a twinge of guilt about using Sean Xuan.

"Don’t worry. I’ll adjust the plan. Skyvault Palace’s hundred-year foundation isn’t so easily shaken. Swapping out the Palace Master is good for both us and Sean—none of us want to deal with endless revenge from the Skyvault remnants. Sean won’t lose much in the end." In fact, he stood to gain quite a lot.

Wildfire can’t burn it all; spring winds bring new life. Either you uproot it entirely, or you sow new seeds. With Sean Xuan joining them, attacking Skyvault Palace would be much easier.

When the battle with Skyvault Palace comes, they can use it to drain the elite forces of Prince Damien and Prince Terrence, and let those in Skyvault who oppose Sean die in combat.

William was clever—he could move people with emotion, but he always understood the value of interests too.

Hearing William’s words, the suffocating feeling in Serena’s chest finally faded. From this partnership, she could see William’s generosity and his broad, farsighted mind.

With the Skyvault matter settled, Serena told William about her plans for free clinics. William was fully supportive, offering manpower and resources, but Serena declined—she didn’t need them. William didn’t press; he just said she could come to him if anything came up.

William still wanted to talk, but Autumn Gray came to report, "Miss, Young Master Yun has arrived."

Serena glanced at William, clearly signaling it was time for him to leave. Though reluctant, William stood up. "Serena, I’ll head back now. Don’t go out in this heavy snow unless you have to."

He still needed to go back and coordinate with the others. He was sure that once Prince Damien and Prince Terrence learned he and Sean Xuan were working together, they’d be even more willing to cooperate with Ninth Royal Uncle.

If he didn’t ruin them in the shadows, he wouldn’t deserve his reputation as the Grand Heir.

Serena rose to see him out, but William stopped her. "Don’t go out and catch a chill."

When Victor Yun entered, he saw Serena alone—the servants had all been dismissed. Clearly, she intended to talk business. Victor didn’t beat around the bush. As soon as he came in, he said, "Miss Feng, you truly have miraculous hands. Seeing Holden Cui recover day by day, I’m deeply grateful."

Victor Yun knew a bit of medicine himself, though he wasn’t an expert. Coming from a family of medical merchants, it was only natural he’d know a thing or two. He was about to steer the conversation to his own condition, but Serena was even more direct.

"Young Master Cui’s illness is basically no longer a problem, so let’s set that aside. Let’s talk about your condition, Young Master Yun." Serena stood up and, from somewhere, produced a board with a blank sheet of paper.

Serena picked up a charcoal pencil and began jotting things down as she spoke: "Victor, you know I’m not one for small talk, and I hate beating around the bush. Let’s be blunt. During your last checkup, I found a tumor in your brain. I believe you already know this."

"Yes, I know." Victor’s smile faded, replaced by seriousness and gravity. After a moment, he asked, "Miss Feng, can you cure it?"

"I don’t know yet. I need to run further tests. Here are the precautions and exam schedule I’ve written out. If you agree, please sign here." Serena quickly drafted the consent form and handed it to Victor.

Of course, it wasn’t a surgical consent form, but one for diagnostic tests and cooperation. Victor’s status was tricky, but Serena wanted nothing from him, so she wasn’t afraid at all.

Those herbs? Forget it... That was just an excuse she made for herself. When Victor Yun first met her, he’d given her a token—she already had priority access to Yun family medicines. She could just pay, or if needed, use her Medical Ethics Points.

Even though she’d always coveted that submachine gun, she never forgot what truly mattered.

"You want a direct-line family member to sign the surgical consent before you’ll treat me." Victor accepted all the other terms, but this one stood out.

Why?

"Exactly. Ideally, your father should sign off, stating that if surgery fails, they won’t hold me responsible. Victor, as a doctor, I have to protect myself to protect my patients. Your family must sign the consent. You should understand—no surgery is ever a hundred percent safe, especially brain surgery." Even as a genius, she’d never dare promise a patient absolute success.

Rest assured, any doctor who claims a surgery will be a guaranteed success is lying. No responsible physician would say that—too many things are beyond human control. If a surgeon says they’re seventy percent confident, that’s already enough to justify operating.

Victor nodded, showing he understood. He didn’t naively ask why Holden Cui hadn’t needed a family member’s signature—he knew the reason.

Serena didn’t expect anything from Victor, but she did from Holden Cui.

Treating Holden Cui was a calculated gamble; treating Victor wasn’t. Serena could choose whether to operate—the decision was entirely his.

After reading it all, Victor noticed one important thing missing—Serena hadn’t listed her consultation fee. So he asked, "Serena, what about your medical fee? Shouldn’t we settle that before surgery, just in case I can’t afford it afterwards?" Victor used his trademark humor to make the question easy for both of them.

He was already familiar with surgery, and as a merchant’s son, he knew how important it was to settle the details in advance.

"No rush on the fee—your illness still needs further tests. Once we have results, we’ll discuss it. Rest assured, even if I need something from the Yun family, I won’t use your illness as leverage. My fee is just silver." Serena would never make promises she couldn’t keep; she didn’t want to give Victor hope only to crush him later.

Victor smiled and didn’t reply. Serena was smart, and he trusted she wouldn’t use his illness against him—otherwise...

She might have the chance to demand payment, but not the chance to enjoy it.

Dealing with smart people made everything easier. Even with interests at stake, everyone knew their limits—no one would ask for the moon. From Holden Cui and William Warren’s cases, Victor could tell Serena was shrewd.

Otherwise, William wouldn’t befriend her, and Holden wouldn’t favor her in conversation. For a woman to win praise from both the Cui and Warren heirs—she had to be extraordinary.

Victor put away Serena’s notes and, remembering what Simon Sun had mentioned earlier, asked, "Serena, I heard you’re going to do free clinics tomorrow. With only you and Simon, you’ll be overwhelmed, and Simon still has to care for Holden. You’ll be stretched too thin."

"Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll send some Yun family physicians from our pharmacy to help. Their skills aren’t as good as yours, but they can handle minor colds and such. Just write down any herbs you need—the pharmacy staff will deliver them, and we can settle the costs later." That was Victor: he understood Serena’s needs without her saying a word, preparing everything in advance.

Serena had to admit, "Victor, you really make people feel at ease."

With him, as long as you didn’t harbor ill intent, everything went smoothly—because Victor was a born merchant, willing to suffer small losses for bigger gains.

By using Yun family medicine in her clinics, Serena would also boost the Yun pharmacy’s reputation.

"My pleasure." Victor nodded slightly in thanks, though his heart dimmed a little.

That was what set him apart from William. Victor’s way was to make both sides comfortable—even if it cost him a little.

But William didn’t need to do that. With the same gesture, if William gave others an advantage, it was clever; but if the Warren family did, it was a favor. People would be grateful to William, the Grand Heir—a man born to draw attention.

Fate was never fair. Victor had always known that and didn’t mind, but seeing himself and William together at Feng Manor today made him reflect for a moment.

Victor hid his thoughts well—Serena didn’t notice a thing. With his own health settled, Victor remembered something else—also related to illness.

"Serena, there’s something I think you should know. A maid from the Southlyn Su family has been secretly buying calming and brain-tonic herbs from the Yun pharmacy. She clearly doesn’t want anyone to find out."

That was the key point. The Southlyn Su family had come with Prince Damien; if Sienna Su needed herbs, she wouldn’t have to buy them outside. The fact that she did meant Prince Damien didn’t know about her illness...