My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Are there any other guests today?” Ye Guichen asked innocently.

Shang Shufang shook his head: ”No, big brother, it’s just my father. Actually, my father originally wanted my mother to come too, but she’s on a trip. We don’t need to worry about them, let’s go in quickly.”

Clearly, Shang Shufang had no idea that Niu Lan was already dead.

Ye Guichen nodded and followed Shang Shufang into the villa.

Almost as soon as Ye Guichen entered the house, several figures flickered around the villa.

In the attic, a monitor in front of Rashamon displayed the scene in the living room.

”Master, you’ve fought this guy before. I’ll poison his food, and when he’s weak, it will be up to you to deliver the fatal blow.” Shang Wen Dong stood beside Rashamon, watching Ye Guichen enter the living room, and spoke politely to Rashamon.

Rashamon hadn’t expected Shang Wen Dong to actually bring Ye Guichen here.

Seeing Ye Guichen now, Rashamon seethed with rage.

He had almost died at Ye Guichen’s hands back then and lost his weapon. Rashamon had been eager for revenge and never thought Ye Guichen would deliver himself right to him.

”Don’t worry, he won’t leave here alive today!” Rashamon clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the monitor showing Ye Guichen.

”Good, I’ll leave it to you then,” Shang Wen Dong said as he left the attic, a smile forming on his lips.

Although he wanted Ye Guichen dead, he didn’t want to kill him with his own hands.

As far as he knew, Ye Guichen’s identity wasn’t simple. He didn’t understand Ye Guichen’s background exactly, but he knew that if he personally killed Ye Guichen, it would likely cause unnecessary trouble.

He had saved Rashamon to have an extra hand, but he hadn’t expected to use him so soon.

According to Shang Wen Dong’s plan, if Ye Guichen died at Rashamon’s hands, even if someone came after him, Shang Wen Dong would have a way to deflect responsibility.

Besides, today, apart from Shang Shufang, Shang Wen Dong had no intention of leaving any witnesses alive.

”Ah, this is the big brother my son recognized! Truly impressive!” Seeing Ye Guichen from the second floor staircase, Shang Wen Dong bowed slightly and quickly approached Ye Guichen, extending his hand warmly: ”Pleasure to meet you, I am Shang Wen Dong, Shang Shufang’s father. I’ve heard a lot about the impressive big brother my son recognized. Seeing you today, you indeed have an extraordinary presence!”

Ye Guichen extended his hand and shook Shang Wen Dong’s: ”You’re too kind, Uncle.”

During the handshake, Ye Guichen could immediately tell that Shang Wen Dong’s hand was unlike a typical person’s hand.

This guy is a master!

That was Ye Guichen’s first impression.

But he maintained his composure and asked, ”Uncle, have you practiced martial arts?”

”Big brother, what martial arts? Haha, my dad is just a businessman. He knows how to scheme, but not how to fight!” Before Shang Wen Dong could respond, Shang Shufang cut in: ”Haha, but yeah, he does have some skilled fighters under him. Let’s go eat, big brother. We can chat more over food. I told my dad you could hold your liquor, but he didn’t believe me. Show him your prowess today!”

As he spoke, Shang Shufang pulled Ye Guichen towards the dining room.

Shang Wen Dong also wore a smile and scolded Shang Shufang: ”You shouldn’t immediately offer drinks to a guest. Such bad manners!”

”Dad, didn’t you cook yourself? Is the food ready?”

”Yes, yes, it’s almost ready!” Shang Wen Dong quickly put on an apron and entered the kitchen, the picture of a doting father.

Ye Guichen watched Shang Wen Dong’s back, smiling lightly as he sat down with Shang Shufang.

Soon, Shang Wen Dong returned with some bottles of wine and beverages along with a few dishes: ”Start eating, I’ll whip up some more. By the way, Shufang, you can drink, but keep it minimal; it’s bad for your health.”

”Got it, Dad.” Shang Shufang replied, opening a bottle and pouring a glass for Ye Guichen: ”Big brother, don’t mind my dad. It’s rare for you to visit, how could we not drink?”

Ye Guichen smiled and glanced over the dishes and drinks on the table, having already formed a plan.

So it seems Shang Wen Dong wants to harm me.

He’s ruthless, poisoning all the food and drinks. Though it’s not lethal, it’s enough to paralyze someone quickly with an anesthetic.

And it appears Shang Shufang is completely unaware.

Seeing Ye Guichen not making a move, Shang Shufang had already drunk a glass.

Ye Guichen didn’t hesitate and drank a large glass too, slowly saying, ”Uncle, you really didn’t need to use this anesthetic; it doesn’t work on me.”

”What anesthetic, big brother…” Shang Shufang looked confused upon hearing Ye Guichen. Before he could finish, he started to feel weak, puzzled: ”Huh, weird, why do I feel dizzy after just one glass?”

Ye Guichen didn’t answer and looked towards the kitchen door where Shang Wen Dong stood: ”Isn’t that right?”

Shang Wen Dong’s eyelid twitched, surprised that Ye Guichen knew about the anesthetic in the food and drinks. Seeing he was exposed, he tore off his apron: ”Ye Guichen, you walked into a trap, so you won’t be leaving!”

He walked quickly to Ye Guichen, coldly saying: ”You think you have a chance to survive after ingesting the anesthetic?”

”Dad, what are you doing?” Shang Shufang shook his head vigorously, trying to stay conscious.

Ye Guichen said nothing, just looked at Shang Wen Dong with a smile, pouring himself another drink and swallowing it down without concern for poison.

Shang Wen Dong’s pupils shrank: ”You...”

”Uncle, I told you, this anesthetic doesn’t affect me.” Ye Guichen calmly sipped his drink: ”Call out all your men hiding in the shadows. I’m curious, why would you go to such lengths to kill me, especially when we have no enmity?”

”Big brother, dad, what are you talking about?” Shang Shufang asked in shock. Trying to stand, he fell back down, panicking: ”What’s happening? Dad, why can’t I move my legs?”

Shang Wen Dong glanced at Shang Shufang and said coldly: ”Shufang, you’re too young to understand. I had you bring him here to kill him!”

”What?” Shang Shufang was horrified.

Shang Wen Dong smiled faintly: ”Because he obstructed my grand plans. And, because of him, your uncle’s Longteng Group was destroyed. Your mother, Niu Lan, likely died because of him too!”

He slowly sat across from Ye Guichen: ”Mr. Ye, isn’t that right?”

Ye Guichen suddenly understood; so Shang Wen Dong was Niu Lan’s husband.

No wonder he often felt watched recently, but the person never showed themselves. Ye Guichen had no clues.

He hadn’t expected all this to be Shang Wen Dong’s doing.

Also, his methods were far superior to those of Niu Lan.

”That’s right, while Niu Lan didn’t die by my hand, it was I who ordered it.”

Ye Guichen didn’t deny it: ”Shang Wen Dong, you say I obstructed your grand plans. So today, do you really think you can kill me?”

”What do you think?” Shang Wen Dong gently clapped his hands.

Clap clap!

Footsteps echoed from all directions.

In a blink, a dozen people appeared in the living room.

Each was fully armed, holding crossbows, with knives on their backs, clearly well-trained.

”Who are these people?” Shang Shufang had no idea so many people were hidden around the villa. Judging by their looks, they seemed ready to turn Ye Guichen into a pincushion at Shang Wen Dong’s command.