My Silly, Sweet Wife

Although Ye Guichen had broken Su Ze’s wrist, it was only a fracture. With Su Tong’s skills, it would be fine.

After everyone had left, Ye Guichen closed the door and looked at Su Jiu’er again.

”Hoo...” He exhaled deeply.

Su Jiu’er was probably at most twenty years old, in the prime of her youth. She was very beautiful, with a hot body, especially a sexy look with her navel exposed.

Ye Guichen had seen many women, even those with superb figures like Mi Lan. However, undressing Su Jiu’er himself was still a bit challenging for him.

But Ye Guichen quickly calmed himself down.

He swiftly removed all of Su Jiu’er’s clothes.

”Hiss...” Though stripping wasn’t difficult, Ye Guichen realized Su Jiu’er had an extraordinary figure.

Despite her skin being marred, Ye Guichen could guarantee that this girl’s body was soft and tender, and very pure.

Suppressing his thoughts, Ye Guichen began acupuncture.

Once he picked up the silver needles, Ye Guichen entered another state, his expression serious, eyes sharp.

As the poison had spread throughout Su Jiu’er’s body, Ye Guichen could only extract it inch by inch.

While performing the Shennong acupuncture, those silver needles seemed to become one with Ye Guichen.

This was not just the simple needling Su Tong had done previously, but a more profound technique.

During the acupuncture, Ye Guichen examined every inch of Su Jiu’er’s skin.

The process took nearly an hour.

Ye Guichen finally let out a light sigh of relief.

”Done!” As Ye Guichen’s words fell, he sharply pointed at Su Jiu’er’s brow.

The silver needles, as if moved by an eerie force, flew out of Su Jiu’er’s body.

At the same time, Su Jiu’er’s skin excreted sticky, foul-smelling grime.

Although Su Jiu’er’s breathing had stabilized, she still hadn’t woken up.

Ye Guichen quickly dressed Su Jiu’er and walked out of the clinic.

As soon as he stepped out, Su Ze rushed in first.

Su Tong also stepped in quickly, checked, and couldn’t help but praise repeatedly.

”Oh my, it’s all been expelled. She’s really fine. Truly fine.” Su Tong turned around, grasped Ye Guichen’s hand tightly, and said excitedly, ”Mr. Ye, you really did it.”

Ye Guichen wiped the sweat from his forehead, ”Mr. Su, I said I’d do it.”

”Good, very good.” Su Tong nodded repeatedly, finding Ye Guichen more pleasing the more he looked. He subconsciously asked, ”Mr. Ye, you’re so skilled, may I ask who your master is?”

”I...”

”Ahem!” Before Ye Guichen could speak, Su Jiu’er suddenly started coughing violently.

Su Ze quickly helped her up, crying with joy, ”Jiu’er, Jiu’er, are you alright? Are you really alright?”

Su Jiu’er frowned, looked around, and said blankly, ”Brother, I’m not dead?”

”Yes, you’re not dead. Not at all.” Su Ze nodded repeatedly, ”This is Su Tong, Mr. Su, our boss’s uncle.”

Su Ze quickly pointed to Su Tong and introduced him.

Although he couldn’t believe Ye Guichen had actually saved Su Jiu’er, Su Ze still thought of Ye Guichen as someone involved in dark arts, certainly not a good person.

Moreover, Su Jiu’er’s near-death was indeed related to him.

Thus, there was no introduction.

”Mr. Su?” Su Jiu’er struggled to sit up and nodded to Su Tong in acknowledgment, ”Mr. Su, thank you for saving me, I...”

”Oh, I can’t claim that honor.” Su Tong quickly stopped her, ”Your survival had nothing to do with me; it was all Mr. Ye’s doing.”

As he spoke, he pushed Ye Guichen in front of her.

Ye Guichen wasn’t planning to accept Su Jiu’er’s gratitude. Instead, he coldly said, ”Alright, what are your plans regarding the Chen Group?”

Seeing how young Ye Guichen was, Su Jiu’er was astonished but turned to Su Ze with confusion at Ye Guichen’s unfriendly tone.

Su Ze gritted his teeth and looked at Su Tong.

Su Tong also became serious, ”Su Ze, I promised Mr. Ye earlier, and he saved Jiu’er. Go on, tell him.”

Though reluctant, Su Ze said, ”We have no ill intentions. We’re just here to investigate some matters, and many of these involve the Chen Group, so we wanted to ask Mr. Chen some questions. But now, it seems there’s no need.”

As he spoke, Su Ze looked at Ye Guichen, ”The matter is clear; my sister was poisoned with Miaojiang Witchcraft by someone skilled in dark arts. This says it all, so...”

Not finishing his sentence, Su Ze helped Su Jiu’er up, ”Come on, Jiu’er, let’s go back. I’ll report everything to the boss. As for the Chen Group, they’ll face devastating consequences.”

”Heh, ridiculous.” Hearing Su Ze, Ye Guichen chuckled, ”So you think anyone who practices dark arts is a bad person? What logic is that.”

Not wanting to argue with Su Ze, Ye Guichen cupped his hands to Su Tong, ”Mr. Su, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

As he passed Su Ze, Ye Guichen coldly added, ”If you target the Chen Group again, come at me. The person using scorpions is under my protection. If you step out of line, I don’t care who you are; I’ll make sure you won’t be buried.”

With that, he swept his sleeves and left.

Su Jiu’er was astonished, ”Brother, who is this guy? So arrogant. Who does he think he is?”

Su Ze shook his head, ”Never mind, let’s report to the boss and let him decide.”

After bidding Su Tong farewell, Su Ze left with Su Jiu’er.

...

At the Huang Feng Hotel.

Feng Wuji sat with his legs crossed as Feng Zhu and You Wencheng stood respectfully in front of him.

Feng Zhu looked nervous, while You Wencheng flattered eagerly, ”Young Master Feng, I’m You Wencheng. Seeing you in person today confirms your famed prowess!”

As soon as he spoke, You Wencheng threw out a flattery.

Feng Wuji chuckled, ”Hmm, that flattery was quite loud, not bad.”

You Wencheng was momentarily stunned, feeling awkward.

This Young Master Feng was indeed audacious, not following the usual script, even pointing out the flattery.

Feng Zhu quickly interjected, ”Young Master Feng, Chu Tiange is in the next guest room, but she’s likely asleep now. Should I wake her up?”

”Nonsense!” Feng Wuji snapped, ”Our Chu Chu needs her beauty sleep. If you wake her and she gets wrinkles, will you be responsible?”

As he spoke, Feng Wuji pointed at Feng Zhu, scaring him into lowering his head quickly, ”No, I wouldn’t dare.”

”Then will you be responsible?” Feng Wuji pointed at You Wencheng.

You Wencheng quickly shook his head, ”No, no, I wouldn’t dare.”

But he couldn’t help complaining internally.

Does this guy have a screw loose? Why is he so jumpy? Are all wealthy heirs like this?