?As Yu Lei headed toward the trunk of the car, Xie Meirong's heart skipped a beat. "Is she going to shoot him?" she raised her brows, recalling Yu Lei's earlier display of firepower.
But to her relief, Yu Lei retrieved not a weapon, but a foldable chair. Xie Meirong's mind raced, "Is she going to beat him with that chair?"
The thought brought an unexpected, mysterious smile to her face as she watched Yu Lei approach Zhang Wei.
Guo Xiaomei, standing nearby, was equally intrigued, her eyes following every movement with keen interest.
Zhang Wei, too, noticed Yu Lei coming his way with the chair. His expression turned to one of mild confusion, a frown creasing his forehead as he tried to decipher her intentions in the tension-laden atmosphere.
Yu Lei reached him and, Yet, her actions defied all expectations.
She placed the chair near Zhang Wei, not to wield it as a weapon and smash his head, but to gently persuade him to sit.
Once Zhang Wei was comfortably seated, Yu Lei positioned herself behind him, her hands skillfully working to massage his shoulders.
"Husband, how are you? are you tired? How was your journey? Did you enjoy it?" Yu Lei bombarded him with a series of questions, each word laced with genuine concern and interest.
Xie Meirong, watching this unexpected turn of events, slapped her forehead in resignation. "Is that her idea of rebellion?" she muttered, her voice tinged with both amusement and disbelief.
The tension that had been building up deflated suddenly, replaced by a lighthearted, almost domestic scene that seemed so at odds with the earlier atmosphere of danger and urgency.
It seemed Yu Lei's version of a 'rebellion' was far from what anyone had expected.
______
In the shadowed embrace of nightfall, two lone silhouettes meandered through the dimly lit streets of old Fengshen town.
The ancient buildings cast long, whispering shadows as Zhang Wei and Lin Ruoxi strolled leisurely, their footsteps echoing in the silent night.
Zhang Wei, his voice a blend of curiosity and concern, broke the silence. "What did you find out?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the darkened horizon.
Lin Ruoxi, startled by his sudden query, jerked slightly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Ah, what!?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.
Zhang Wei, his face a mask of calm in the twilight, pressed further, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her side,"I meant about the attackers on Yulan," he clarified, his tone gentle yet probing.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Ruoxi composed herself and nodded, her voice steady but laced with unease. "It's the son of a councilman from Beicheng city. He and Liu Ming seem to have been in some conflict," she revealed.
As they walked, the muted sounds of the town at night surrounded them—a distant dog barking, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
Zhang Wei's response was a simple nod, his brow furrowing in thought. He had chosen to bring Lin Ruoxi out into the night for this very reason.
When the assailants had attacked Chen Yulan, Lin Ruoxi had been there, her sharp eyes and ears catching details others would miss.
And after the attack, as Liu Ming's people had whisked Chen Yulan back to the villa for a heated discussion, Lin Ruoxi had followed, a silent shadow gathering information.
"A councilman's son..." Zhang Wei murmured, his mind racing through the implications. While dealing with the attackers was within his means, the aftermath, the political ripples it would create, was a more delicate matter.
Liu Ming's father held only a country-level official post. Zhang Wei couldn't afford to leave everything in their hands and expect it all to resolve smoothly.
"What did Liu Ming plan?" Zhang Wei's questioned, a sharp curiosity in his tone.
Lin Ruoxi hesitated, her voice a murmur,"He was planning a counterattack... targeting one of the councilman's mistresses..." This chapter was first shared on the N0v3l-B1n platform.
Zhang Wei's eyes flickered with a sudden interest, 'Councilman's mistress?'
"And how would attacking the councilman's mistress affect his son?" he inquired, intrigued by the tangled web of relationships.
Lin Ruoxi, with a slight blush of embarrassment, revealed the details, "It's complicated... The councilman's mistress is also his son's lover..." The words felt heavy, laden with unspoken implications and shame.
"Huh?" Zhang Wei's face twitched, as if the absurdity of the situation had truly taken him by surprise. "They're sharing a woman...?" His voice carried a mix of carefully concealed surprise and bewilderment.
Lin Ruoxi nodded solemnly, "They are, at least that's what Liu Ming believes."
Zhang Wei was momentarily silent, the ridiculousness of the scenario washing over him.
He shook his head, trying to clear the absurd image from his mind. 'Are all the sons bastards like this?' he thought, his tongue clicking in disapproval.
Despite the perplexing nature of the situation, Zhang Wei couldn't shake the feeling that it was the councilman and his son who were the true victims of this manipulative woman's game.
[Host, talk about sons where your daughter threatens to run away with someone else]
Zhang Wei chuckled inwardly, the thought amusing him, 'The basement of my house is as big as my heart.' He replied, considering the vast complexities and depths of his own emotions and plans, especially when it came to matters as delicate as family and honor.
"Have you guys been to Heilong village yet?" He shifted the conversation, redirecting his focus to Lin Ruoxi, his keen eyes searching hers for any hint of evasion.
Lin Ruoxi shook her head, her voice steady but her mind undoubtedly racing with thoughts, "We haven't."
"I plan to go with Yulan to take a look around there tomorrow," Zhang Wei stated, his decision firm.
Lin Ruoxi's pupils dilated slightly, a hint of alarm or perhaps realization flickering in her gaze. "Master, you aren't going to—" She began, but her words were abruptly cut off.
*Bam!*
Zhang Wei knocked her on the head, a reprimanding gesture that was mixed with feigned serious. "Do you think I am an idiot to drag her all the way outside the town to do something inappropriate?" His tone was sharp, a clear warning not to underestimate him.
"..."
Lin Ruoxi remaining silent, her expression saying more than words ever could. She clearly held her reservations and suspicions about Zhang Wei's true intentions.
Seeing her expression, Zhang Wei's brows twitched in annoyance, and he added with a forced cough, "I have no reasons to hide. I can do whatever I want, right here myself."
Lin Ruoxi internally retorted, 'How is it any different?' The controversial and unpredictable ways of Zhang Wei provided little reassurance.
Despite her reservations, Lin Ruoxi wasn't one to overstep or probe unnecessarily.
Yet, there was one question that lingered in Lin Ruoxi's mind, one that perhaps held more significance than all the rest. "Master, are you and Chen Yulan, really cousins?"
?As Yu Lei headed toward the trunk of the car, Xie Meirong's heart skipped a beat. "Is she going to shoot him?" she raised her brows, recalling Yu Lei's earlier display of firepower.
But to her relief, Yu Lei retrieved not a weapon, but a foldable chair. Xie Meirong's mind raced, "Is she going to beat him with that chair?"
The thought brought an unexpected, mysterious smile to her face as she watched Yu Lei approach Zhang Wei.
Guo Xiaomei, standing nearby, was equally intrigued, her eyes following every movement with keen interest.
Zhang Wei, too, noticed Yu Lei coming his way with the chair. His expression turned to one of mild confusion, a frown creasing his forehead as he tried to decipher her intentions in the tension-laden atmosphere.
Yu Lei reached him and, Yet, her actions defied all expectations.
She placed the chair near Zhang Wei, not to wield it as a weapon and smash his head, but to gently persuade him to sit.
Once Zhang Wei was comfortably seated, Yu Lei positioned herself behind him, her hands skillfully working to massage his shoulders.
"Husband, how are you? are you tired? How was your journey? Did you enjoy it?" Yu Lei bombarded him with a series of questions, each word laced with genuine concern and interest.
Xie Meirong, watching this unexpected turn of events, slapped her forehead in resignation. "Is that her idea of rebellion?" she muttered, her voice tinged with both amusement and disbelief.
The tension that had been building up deflated suddenly, replaced by a lighthearted, almost domestic scene that seemed so at odds with the earlier atmosphere of danger and urgency.
It seemed Yu Lei's version of a 'rebellion' was far from what anyone had expected.
______
In the shadowed embrace of nightfall, two lone silhouettes meandered through the dimly lit streets of old Fengshen town.
The ancient buildings cast long, whispering shadows as Zhang Wei and Lin Ruoxi strolled leisurely, their footsteps echoing in the silent night.
Zhang Wei, his voice a blend of curiosity and concern, broke the silence. "What did you find out?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the darkened horizon.
Lin Ruoxi, startled by his sudden query, jerked slightly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Ah, what!?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.
Zhang Wei, his face a mask of calm in the twilight, pressed further, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her side,"I meant about the attackers on Yulan," he clarified, his tone gentle yet probing.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Ruoxi composed herself and nodded, her voice steady but laced with unease. "It's the son of a councilman from Beicheng city. He and Liu Ming seem to have been in some conflict," she revealed.
As they walked, the muted sounds of the town at night surrounded them—a distant dog barking, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
Zhang Wei's response was a simple nod, his brow furrowing in thought. He had chosen to bring Lin Ruoxi out into the night for this very reason.
When the assailants had attacked Chen Yulan, Lin Ruoxi had been there, her sharp eyes and ears catching details others would miss.
And after the attack, as Liu Ming's people had whisked Chen Yulan back to the villa for a heated discussion, Lin Ruoxi had followed, a silent shadow gathering information.
"A councilman's son..." Zhang Wei murmured, his mind racing through the implications. While dealing with the attackers was within his means, the aftermath, the political ripples it would create, was a more delicate matter.
Liu Ming's father held only a country-level official post. Zhang Wei couldn't afford to leave everything in their hands and expect it all to resolve smoothly.
"What did Liu Ming plan?" Zhang Wei's questioned, a sharp curiosity in his tone.
Lin Ruoxi hesitated, her voice a murmur,"He was planning a counterattack... targeting one of the councilman's mistresses..." This chapter was first shared on the N0v3l-B1n platform.
Zhang Wei's eyes flickered with a sudden interest, 'Councilman's mistress?'
"And how would attacking the councilman's mistress affect his son?" he inquired, intrigued by the tangled web of relationships.
Lin Ruoxi, with a slight blush of embarrassment, revealed the details, "It's complicated... The councilman's mistress is also his son's lover..." The words felt heavy, laden with unspoken implications and shame.
"Huh?" Zhang Wei's face twitched, as if the absurdity of the situation had truly taken him by surprise. "They're sharing a woman...?" His voice carried a mix of carefully concealed surprise and bewilderment.
Lin Ruoxi nodded solemnly, "They are, at least that's what Liu Ming believes."
Zhang Wei was momentarily silent, the ridiculousness of the scenario washing over him.
He shook his head, trying to clear the absurd image from his mind. 'Are all the sons bastards like this?' he thought, his tongue clicking in disapproval.
Despite the perplexing nature of the situation, Zhang Wei couldn't shake the feeling that it was the councilman and his son who were the true victims of this manipulative woman's game.
[Host, talk about sons where your daughter threatens to run away with someone else]
Zhang Wei chuckled inwardly, the thought amusing him, 'The basement of my house is as big as my heart.' He replied, considering the vast complexities and depths of his own emotions and plans, especially when it came to matters as delicate as family and honor.
"Have you guys been to Heilong village yet?" He shifted the conversation, redirecting his focus to Lin Ruoxi, his keen eyes searching hers for any hint of evasion.
Lin Ruoxi shook her head, her voice steady but her mind undoubtedly racing with thoughts, "We haven't."
"I plan to go with Yulan to take a look around there tomorrow," Zhang Wei stated, his decision firm.
Lin Ruoxi's pupils dilated slightly, a hint of alarm or perhaps realization flickering in her gaze. "Master, you aren't going to—" She began, but her words were abruptly cut off.
*Bam!*
Zhang Wei knocked her on the head, a reprimanding gesture that was mixed with feigned serious. "Do you think I am an idiot to drag her all the way outside the town to do something inappropriate?" His tone was sharp, a clear warning not to underestimate him.
"..."
Lin Ruoxi remaining silent, her expression saying more than words ever could. She clearly held her reservations and suspicions about Zhang Wei's true intentions.
Seeing her expression, Zhang Wei's brows twitched in annoyance, and he added with a forced cough, "I have no reasons to hide. I can do whatever I want, right here myself."
Lin Ruoxi internally retorted, 'How is it any different?' The controversial and unpredictable ways of Zhang Wei provided little reassurance.
Despite her reservations, Lin Ruoxi wasn't one to overstep or probe unnecessarily.
Yet, there was one question that lingered in Lin Ruoxi's mind, one that perhaps held more significance than all the rest. "Master, are you and Chen Yulan, really cousins?"
