My Silly, Sweet Wife

Also, you’re afraid of rumors spreading?

Oh, come on, this is a restaurant, if you’re afraid of rumors, why say it here?

Feng Chuchu clenched her fists, her mouth twitching twice, she turned her head and snorted coldly: ”Senior Brother Chen, that’s entirely false. This guy used to have a crush on me, he’s spreading rumors.”

”Really…” Seeing Feng Chuchu so agitated, Chen Fang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward two steps, stood next to Feng Chuchu, appearing to protect Feng Chuchu, he solemnly said to Ye Guichen: ”You should have some self-awareness. Many things can’t be achieved just by your nonsense, even if you become an external disciple of our Xuanyin Sect, the gap between you and Chuchu is too large, you will never be together in the future. So, I hope you understand, I gave you a spot as an external disciple just for Chuchu’s sake, otherwise, you wouldn’t even qualify as an external disciple of Xuanyin Sect.”

Trying to play hero saving the beauty so quickly.

Ye Guichen chuckled inwardly but remained nonchalant toward Feng Chuchu: ”Chuchu, are you sure it was me who helped you undress last night?”

Swish!

Feng Chuchu’s face changed once more.

”Ye Guichen, what, what exactly do you want?” Clearly furious and exasperated.

Qin Muge, who had been silent, had a face that became increasingly fascinating.

Previously a bit envious of Feng Chuchu’s reputation, yet now witnessing such a dramatic scene.

Besides, judging from Ye Guichen’s words, wasn’t it Feng Chuchu herself who took off her clothes last night?

Awesome!

No wonder he’s my Brother Ye.

This kind of kidnapper who not only binds the woman but also makes her throw herself into his arms is rare.

Truly awesome!

Qin Muge didn’t intervene, instead, he looked excitedly at everyone, his fists unintentionally clenched as if cheering for Ye Guichen.

Chen Fang’s face instantly turned like the color of an eggplant.

And, he suddenly felt like a big patch of grassland was flying over his head.

Thinking about Wan Jian Villa’s heiress coming to Xuanyin Sect for an interview, and coincidentally meeting him.

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Chen Fang wasn’t stupid.

Feng Chuchu is not only beautiful, but her status is also quite high, if he could marry her, his position in Xuanyin Sect would naturally rise too.

Moreover, if he doesn’t want to stay in Xuanyin Sect anymore, he could easily become a son-in-law at Wan Jian Villa, enjoying a comfortable life.

The more he thought, the angrier Chen Fang felt.

Being outdone by some immature brat.

Simply outrageous.

But, Chen Fang still suppressed his burning anger.

He glanced coldly at Ye Guichen, thinking on the mountain, he’d deal with him.

His expression, however, was extremely awkward, as if hearing something he shouldn’t have.

”Oh, is it true, Junior Sister Chu?” Chen Fang couldn’t hide his disappointment.

Feng Chuchu was about to explode: ”What true or false, he’s just spouting nonsense! Senior Brother Chen, I want you to immediately strip him of his external disciple status, people like him are absolutely unworthy of Xuanyin Sect.”

Strip him?

How could Chen Fang strip Ye Guichen of his Xuanyin Sect disciple status?

If he did, wouldn’t it just benefit Ye Guichen?

”Junior Sister Chu, don’t be excited, as they say, every house has its rules, and every sect has its regulations. If he defames you, then as your senior brother, I absolutely can’t stand idly by!”

Chen Fang said, directing his gaze at Ye Guichen: ”Ye, Junior Sister Chu is an Inner Sect Disciple after all, you are just an external disciple, dare to defame an Inner Sect Disciple? Well, sorry, I’m giving you two choices now, either kneel down and apologize, or willingly relinquish that Spirit Stone, and I’ll let bygones be bygones, still acknowledging your external disciple status.”

In Chen Fang’s view, a piece of low-grade Spirit Stone is extremely rare for most people.

Ye Guichen doesn’t look particularly wealthy, probably wouldn’t want to part with a Spirit Stone.

Qin Muge didn’t expect Chen Fang to be so despicable, just about to speak up when Ye Guichen slowly lifted his head: ”Spirit Stone? Just a low-grade Spirit Stone, it’s irrelevant.”

”Irrelevant?” Hearing Ye Guichen, Chen Fang was initially stunned, then burst into laughter: ”Oh, does that mean you’re rich?”

”Not rich, but I do have tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.” Ye Guichen raised his wine cup, sipped lightly.

Chen Fang saw Ye Guichen’s pretentious demeanor, feeling even more convinced he was bluffing.

”Haha, okay, don’t just say tens of thousands of Spirit Stones, if you can produce more than ten, I’ll not only find a way to make you an Inner Sect Disciple, but I’ll also treat you this meal today.”

Chen Fang pointed to the dishes on the table in front of Ye Guichen, provokingly.

”Are you sure?” Ye Guichen asked confidently.

”Of course, what, scared?” Chen Fang didn’t believe Ye Guichen had that many Spirit Stones at all.

Not just ten, even producing two or three would be difficult.

Ye Guichen shrugged.

Since you’re flaunting, well, it’s impolite not to reciprocate.

However, Ye Guichen didn’t immediately present the Spirit Stones to show off, which would be the lowest form of flaunting, instead he gestured to the restaurant clerk: ”Is your boss here?”

”He is, what’s your command, sir?”

”Call him over, I want to discuss business with him.” Ye Guichen said with a broad smile.

The clerk, though uncertain about Ye Guichen’s business intentions, nodded nonetheless.