My Silly, Sweet Wife

The Red-skirted woman paused.

Her pupils slightly contracted.

Then she turned around.

Chaos filled her sight.

Alcohol spilled, wails echoed continuously.

Only that man remained smiling, untouched by the wine, looking carefree as if nothing had happened moments ago; he was merely a spectator.

Briefly lost in thought, the Red-skirted woman shook her head again.

No matter the tactics, after all, he was just a brute.

She ignored Ye Guichen and headed straight upstairs.

Ye Guichen remained silent but followed in wide strides.

As if there were no one around.

The surrounding erupted in commotion.

Someone shouted, ”Kid, you’re looking for death!”

However, it was like a wilting flower blown by the wind, not stirring the slightest ripple.

No one dared to stop the audacious Ye Guichen.

Gao Feng and Wang Feifei’s group was dumbstruck.

Ye Guichen’s skills earlier seemed effortless and poetic to their eyes.

In just the blink of an eye, the outcome was determined.

”That kid has some skills, but he’s a dead man walking!” Gao Feng sighed lightly, reluctantly pulling himself together. He shook the keys in his hand toward Wang Feifei, ”None of us won this round. I’ll modestly accept this key.”

Then he stood up, embraced a female companion next to him, and left in high spirits.

The bar was in chaos.

Some made phone calls, others helped the fallen to their feet.

More were driving the customers out of the bar.

The fearless man had dared to follow Zhao Taixui’s woman, an audacious act.

If this were blamed by Zhao Taixui, they’d face dire consequences.

In an instant, aside from the bar staff, all guests were driven away.

Outside, those accompanying Ye Guichen were slightly stunned.

This kid truly attracts trouble.

His first move targets Zhao Taixui’s woman.

Quickly, they took out their phones and reported to Lv Liang.

Lv Liang was also stunned.

Zhao Taixui, a notorious figure in Jinling, reputedly ruthless, commanding control over nearly half of Jinling’s bars.

The Red-skirted woman was viewed by Zhao Taixui as his forbidden possession.

Any man who touched her was doomed to die.

”Haha, it seems Zhao Taixui refuses to submit to the boss. Today, we’re in for a good show!” Lv Liang laughed heartily, instructing Yongzi to keep an eye out. He then pondered briefly before dialing Su Jiu’er: ”Miss Jiu’er, your friend is in trouble.”

One sentence, Su Jiu’er, who had already showered and was lying comfortably in bed watching a drama, leapt up.

After clarifying the location, she dressed hurriedly and took a taxi straight to the Violet Bar.

By this time, inside the bar, Ye Guichen calmly followed the Red-skirted woman into the second-floor office.

The Red-skirted woman was astonished.

Turning her head, she didn’t expect Ye Guichen to be so bold.

She couldn’t help but take another look.

The figure was tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, bearing a handsome appearance.

Previously, the Red-skirted woman thought Ye Guichen was all show and no substance.

But now, she noticed Ye Guichen’s smile carried deep meaning.

”You should know, I’m Zhao Taixui’s woman. He’s been in a bad mood lately. Even if you can knock down a few of his men, once he learns you’ve disrespected me, he’ll tear you apart!” The Red-skirted woman spoke indifferently, her red lips vivid.

A warning, yet also boredom.

Even if Ye Guichen had some skills, what could it change?

Once Zhao Taixui arrives, he would still beg for mercy.

Ye Guichen slightly shook his head, holding a wine glass steadily, not spilling a drop.

”I just wanted to have a drink with you.”

”Ha.” The Red-skirted woman found Ye Guichen somewhat laughable.

A drink, giving up his life.

Totally not worth it.

Such men, driven by lust, thinking some trifling skills could attract her attention.

Simply seeking death.

”Sorry, I can’t.” The Red-skirted woman gently shook her head, coldly rejecting.

”Oh, that’s awkward.” Ye Guichen smiled, though his words said awkward, his face showed no sign of it. Instead, he tilted his head back and downed the drink in one go, then walked directly to the Red-skirted woman.

Just inches away.

Breathing audible.

The Red-skirted woman’s eyes flashed a hint of panic.

She hadn’t expected Ye Guichen to be so bold.

”What are you going to do?”

”Although people outside fear you, they’ve undoubtedly informed Zhao Taixui.”

”Within ten minutes, Zhao Taixui will arrive. If you escape now, there’s still time.”

Outside, people furiously brandished sticks, gathering like a swarm.

But Ye Guichen merely glanced lightly, his eyes like sharp swords sweeping through them, none dared to step forward.

Ye Guichen’s techniques earlier deeply stirred their nerves.

Eager, yet afraid to approach.

”Then let’s wait for Zhao Taixui!” Ye Guichen said, turning to sit on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked around, showing no sign of panic.

The Red-skirted woman grew increasingly confused.

Was Ye Guichen intentionally causing trouble?

She couldn’t help but recall recent turmoil.

Someone seemed to be pressuring Zhao Taixui, forcing him to submit.

However, Zhao Taixui has been thriving in Jinling for many years, now renowned, rarely provoked.

Someone suddenly stepped up to subjugate Zhao Taixui.

How could he willingly yield?

In such a stalemate, Zhao Taixui grew increasingly irritable.

Because the opponent’s means seemed incredibly formidable.

Every time Zhao Taixui saw her, he would vent his frustration on her.

Each time after being ravaged, the Red-skirted woman felt like a drifting boat on the sea, swaying with the wind, lonely and adrift.

She knew when Zhao Taixui was unhappy, he vented his anger on her.

Despite appearing superior and untouchable to others.

But in Zhao Taixui’s eyes, she was just a tool for venting.

A wave of sadness overwhelmed her, she glanced at the indifferent Ye Guichen and gently shook her head: ”If you’re here to pick a fight with Zhao Taixui, you’d better bring more people. Just you alone won’t be enough.”

Ye Guichen didn’t get a chance to respond as noisy footsteps resounded from outside once more.

The bar’s thugs tightened up, swiftly forming a path like a military inspection.

Soon, a burly man, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses, strode in.

A group followed him.

The weakest among them were third-rate experts.

”Who are you?”

As Zhao Taixui entered the room, his eyes directly fixed on Ye Guichen without any concealment: ”Are you with the Yin Yang Face?”

”Yin Yang Face?” Ye Guichen slightly frowned, shook his head lightly, then pointed to the Red-skirted woman: ”I just want to have a drink with your woman, nothing else.”

His words were extremely arrogant.

The Red-skirted woman was thunderstruck.

She trembled, losing her earlier composure.

Shaking her head in panic: ”I didn’t agree.”

Seeing Zhao Taixui, fear welled up within her.

Yet Zhao Taixui ignored her, laughing loudly: ”Just a drink? Haha, fine. Today, I’ll make sure you drink your fill!”

As he spoke, several figures leaped from behind him.

Each like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, directly targeting Ye Guichen.