My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen is now pretty sure that Xie Fang has something to do with the things in the artificial lake.

However, based on Ye Guichen’s observations, even if Xie Fang is involved, he is likely being instructed by someone else.

There must be someone behind Xie Fang.

If it’s really as Zhang Chongchen said, the person behind Xie Fang is probably linked to the Eternal Life Hall.

Only by bringing out the person behind Xie Fang can the current problem be solved.

But since Ye Guichen isn’t part of the Taoist sect, he doesn’t understand the so-called Eternal Life Hall, and acting rashly might involve unnecessary trouble.

The most urgent task now is to wait for a response from the Heavenly Master Tao.

He patted Xie Fang on the shoulder: ”Manager Xie, what you do will always be watched by the heavens. Some things just cannot be done, or there will be retribution.”

After saying this, he stopped paying attention to Xie Fang and left quickly.

Xie Fang stared at Ye Guichen’s back, his eyes becoming increasingly sinister and cold: ”Ye Guichen, you’re courting death!”

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Wang Muyi felt very agitated.

He had waited the whole night, but the people he sent to capture Linglong had vanished without a trace.

Taking advantage of Pan Qiuxiang’s absence, Wang Muyi finally couldn’t resist taking out his phone and dialing a number.

The phone rang for a long time without anyone answering.

Unwilling to give up, Wang Muyi kept dialing, and it wasn’t until the fourth attempt that the call was finally answered.

”What’s going on? Why haven’t you delivered the person yet?” Wang Muyi had paid the other party to capture Linglong, intending to have his way with her first, take some compromising photos, and use them to threaten Linglong into silence, thus satisfying his urge for revenge against Ye Guichen.

He had already thought of many moves, but with the main character not appearing, and being treated like a dog by Pan Qiuxiang, his resentment had nowhere to vent.

Unknowingly, Wang Muyi hadn’t realized his psyche was becoming twisted.

”Deliver the person? Damn it, I’m risking my life here!” The other party cursed back as soon as Wang Muyi started asking questions: ”Transfer a million to me right now! If you don’t send it within an hour, once I’m better, I’ll come and kill you!”

Slam!

Before Wang Muyi could ask more, the other party hung up the phone.

Wang Muyi had no idea what had happened, but judging by the other party’s tone, it was no joke, and his face turned pale.

There was no doubt that something went wrong.

”Damn it, can’t even handle such a small task!” Wang Muyi had spent twenty thousand on this kidnapping, with ten thousand already paid in advance.

But he hadn’t expected the other party to demand another million.

”Damn you!” Wang Muyi angrily threw his phone on the table. Though he was reluctant, he also understood that the previous ten thousand was probably gone for good.

Wang Muyi was still a graduate student, and although he was Fang Wushang’s disciple, he didn’t come from a wealthy family and didn’t have much money on him.

The money he had came from the occasional rewards given by Pan Qiuxiang, which added up to only a few hundred thousand at most.

Coming up with a million was impossible.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. His resentment towards Ye Guichen increased several times without him realizing it.

Just then, the phone rang.

Wang Muyi was still fuming and didn’t want to answer, but when he saw the number, he shivered involuntarily, a flash of conflict in his eyes. He quickly adjusted his emotions, forcing a smile and putting on a sycophantic expression: ”Master, why are you calling me all of a sudden?”

”Well, aren’t you sweet-talking me?” Pan Qiuxiang’s coquettish voice came from the other end of the line.

While Wang Muyi obeyed Pan Qiuxiang greatly, he rarely called her ’Master’ over the phone.

Hearing her words, Wang Muyi’s heart skipped a beat: ”Master, it’s because I was thinking of you, and then you called. We must be truly kindred spirits!”

”Hehe, Wang Muyi, don’t try to fool me. You must have a guilty conscience, right?”

”Master, I…” Wang Muyi immediately tensed up, but before he could explain, Pan Qiuxiang interrupted: ”Enough, I don’t want to hear your explanation. I’ve told you before, don’t try any tricks in front of me. It’s useless. But right now, I don’t want to investigate anything. Come to my office immediately; I have something to discuss with you.”

”What? Now?” Remembering Pan Qiuxiang’s madness and the disoriented feeling after consuming the love poison, Wang Muyi felt a bit resistant, especially after meeting Linglong. He increasingly felt Pan Qiuxiang was old and had lost her original allure.

”Yes, right now.” Pan Qiuxiang disregarded Wang Muyi’s thoughts and hung up the phone after speaking.

Even though Wang Muyi was unwilling, he had no choice but to try and appear excited by Pan Qiuxiang’s summons.

Wang Muyi was also working part-time at the Chinese Medicine Association, so it didn’t take long for him to arrive at Pan Qiuxiang’s office.

He knocked on the door.

When Pan Qiuxiang’s voice came from inside, Wang Muyi pushed the door open. He thought Pan Qiuxiang would be alone and was prepared to serve her again, but when he looked up, he saw a strange middle-aged man sitting in Pan Qiuxiang’s chair.

To his astonishment, Pan Qiuxiang was kneeling in front of the middle-aged man, gently massaging his legs.

This scene left Wang Muyi both stunned and full of questions.

But he didn’t dare think too much or ask too many questions. After closing the door behind him, he said, ”Sister Qiuxiang, I... why did you ask me to come here…”

According to his agreement with Pan Qiuxiang, Wang Muyi wouldn’t dare call her ’Master’ in front of others.

Pan Qiuxiang didn’t get up, but waved him over, signaling for him to come to the middle-aged man.

”Kneel down and massage Master’s legs,” Pan Qiuxiang ordered as soon as Wang Muyi approached.

Wang Muyi was stunned.

Pan Qiuxiang actually called this middle-aged man ’Master’?

And now she wanted him to massage the man’s legs?

”Sister Qiuxiang, who is this…” Wang Muyi didn’t kneel immediately, instead, he asked.

Pan Qiuxiang’s face turned stern: ”I told you to massage Master’s legs.”

Her face was as cold as frost, but due to her now exquisitely smooth skin, the cold look added an unexpected allure.

Not daring to anger Pan Qiuxiang, Wang Muyi quickly kneeled next to the middle-aged man. It was then that he noticed Pan Qiuxiang’s face closely, momentarily stunned.

Pan Qiuxiang noticed Muyi’s reaction and felt immensely proud, giving the middle-aged man a sidelong glance: ”Muyi, you’re very fortunate today. Master wants to see you. The appearance of my face is also Master’s doing, so I hope you’ll cherish the opportunity.”

Wang Muyi was completely dumbfounded.

Pan Qiuxiang’s appearance was the work of this middle-aged man?

Even though he didn’t know how this man managed to make someone’s skin so smooth, such a method was undoubtedly extraordinary.

Wang Muyi wasn’t stupid; he was actually very clever and knew how to climb the social ladder.

It took him only a moment to look up at the middle-aged man: ”Master, it’s an honor to meet you today. It’s truly a blessing from eight lifetimes for me.”

Zhu He’s face remained unchanged, seemingly unaffected by Wang Muyi’s flattery. He pushed a small bottle towards him: ”Since you call Qiuxiang ’Master,’ and I am the Master of your Master, this is my first meeting gift to you.”

When Wang Muyi looked into the bottle, his pupils suddenly contracted, an undisguised horror appearing in his eyes as his lips trembled: ”This, this...”