My Silly, Sweet Wife

The others evidently shared the same thought as Chen Ziran and quickly looked down.

Just then, the sound of the door being pushed open echoed.

Everyone thought Qin Liu had returned and turned their heads to look.

But upon seeing, they saw Ye Guichen walking in with a heavy sword on his back.

”Mr. Ye?”

”Immortal brother?”

”Ye Guichen?”

Everyone was utterly shocked.

Ning Chengwen was so excited that he ran directly up to Ye Guichen, like a child who hadn’t seen their parent in a long time: ”Immortal brother, is it really you?”

Ye Guichen smiled: ”Missed me?”

”Yes, missed you to death!” Ning Chengwen nodded fervently.

Ye Guichen picked Ning Chengwen up in a hug.

Ning Chengwen was overjoyed: ”Immortal brother has returned, ha-ha, Immortal brother has returned.”

Shang Wen Dong exchanged a glance with Ma Xiaoling, nodded at Ye Guichen, and quickly left the room with Shui Liao and Ning Chengwen.

Before leaving, Shang Wen Dong gently closed the door.

As the door closed, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat strange.

”You know to come back?” With no one else around, Chen Ziran couldn’t suppress her excitement any longer, tears rolling down her cheeks amidst joy and sorrow.

She could no longer restrain the years of suppression and threw herself into Ye Guichen’s arms: ”You know to come back! I thought you died out there, I thought you died out there!”

Her head was deeply buried in Ye Guichen’s chest, small fists pounding continuously.

”It’s alright now, it’s alright now!” Ye Guichen felt the softness and heat of her body, and an emotion spread from deep within.

Previously, it always felt like the timing wasn’t right.

But now, Ye Guichen suddenly realized, what kind of timing is needed.

He wrapped his arms around Chen Ziran’s waist and directly tossed her onto the bed.

Chen Ziran snapped back to her senses, face flushed, yet made no resistance, her heart pounding rapidly.

She had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Deep down, Chen Ziran felt that Ye Guichen was too excellent, excellent to the point of fearing one day she might lose him.

But no matter what, Chen Ziran understood, she could never leave Ye Guichen in this lifetime.

Sooner or later she would devote herself to Ye Guichen.

Her lips lightly bit, Chen Ziran closed her eyes, leaning forward.

Outside the private room, Ma Xiaoling and the others stood like four gate gods, tactfully silent among themselves.

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Outside the hotel.

Qin Liu finally got into the car, his expression frighteningly sullen.

His body was hurting all over, even speaking made his teeth whistle.

He hadn’t expected Chen Ziran’s people to actually dare lay hands on him.

”Young Master Qin, what should we do next?” his subordinates were equally frustrated.

Clearly top-notch masters, yet beaten senselessly; telling others about it would only make them a laughingstock.

In the Qin Family, they weren’t worthy of any of the core scions’ attention, and could only follow Qin Liu around, hoping one day Qin Liu would rise and lend them a hand.

But that hand hadn’t even been extended yet, and things turned into such a mess.

”Those people even have Cross Training Masters, and seem to be under Ye Guichen, who is that Ye Guichen really?” someone questioned.

Qin Liu venomously replied: ”How the hell should I know! Wait, this isn’t over!”

While Qin Liu pondered, he had already taken out his phone.

Finally, he dialed a number.

The phone quickly connected.

A man’s voice from the other end rang out: ”Sweetheart, taking a call now? At this hour, come on!”

”It’s my brother, just wait there!” the woman sneered, sounding somewhat displeased but still didn’t silence him.

”What’s wrong?” the woman on the other end spoke.

Qin Liu put on a mournful face: ”Sister, I got beaten up in Jinling.”

”What happened, speak clearly!” she seemed aware of Qin Liu’s temper and didn’t bother wasting words with him.

Qin Liu knew his sister’s prowess; although like him a branch family member, she mingled within the Qin Family quite well, and reportedly had connections with several other aristocratic families in the Capital City.

Thus, whenever trouble arose, Qin Liu’s first thought was his sister.

No other way, besides his sister, no one else would genuinely help him.

”Sister, didn’t I mention to you the Dragon Tomb Peak here in Jinling some time ago!” Qin Liu dared not hide anymore, quickly explaining the situation regarding the raw stones at Dragon Tomb Peak.

After listening, the other party paused for a while: ”Are you sure those stones are Spirit Stones used by King Qin and them for cultivation?”

”Yes, absolutely certain. Sister, this time I wanted to grab Dragon Tomb Peak first, and collaborate with you later, but now the owners of Dragon Tomb Peak are too much; they wouldn’t agree to my acquisition and beat me up, sister, what should I do!”

Though aware of Qin Liu’s exaggeration, the other party still coldly said: ”Qin Liu, you are a member of the Qin Family, yet even such matters can’t be handled well! Humph, hold on, I’ll head to Jinling overnight, ha, if it’s truly a raw stone mine, no one can take it, even the Jinling King will have to give me some face.”

Qin Liu was ecstatic hearing his sister coming: ”Sister, they seem to have some experts, this time you should bring more help.”

”Bring help?” the lady dismissed: ”Stop worrying about that, alright, hanging up.”

The woman didn’t waste more words, upon saying that, immediately hung up.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa in the Capital City.

A woman, wrapped in a silk robe, tossed her cell phone aside.

She appeared no older than thirty, still attractive, though not stunningly beautiful, her extraordinary temperament made any man who saw her feel an impulse to push her down.

Beside her on the bed lay a young man.

The man looked at most twenty, robustly built, clearly one who worked out often, and was exceedingly handsome, absolutely a heartthrob level.

”Sweetheart, ready yet?” the man looked at her ingratiatingly.

The woman sneered, waved her hand: ”Alright, you can leave for tonight, I have things to do.”

”Huh?” the young man’s face fell in disappointment: ”Sweetheart, I prepared so many plans, you…”

”Hm?” the woman had no interest in his nonsense, a mere glance sufficient to shut him up immediately, timidly saying: ”Yes, yes, I understand, I’ll leave right away.”

Quickly dressing, he slipped out dejectedly.

The woman didn’t spare the young man another glance, and once he left, picked up her phone again, dialing: ”Book me the fastest flight to Jinling immediately, also, contact Lord Military God’s Ninth Grand Protector, tell him I’m waiting for him at the Purple Blue Garden and he should come over tonight.”