Stuck in a Chinese novel

Chapter 165: The wife (Bonus: P.S)

"Little Zi," Yan Rong said with a sweet smile while also pressing harder on Zi Huan's neck and said, "Don't you know it is rude to lie to your little sister?"

'Who's little?' Zi Huan would have definitely said that but he was too busy trying not to suffocate. He was trying to preserve his life as much as he could but the hold of Yan Rong was becoming tighter and tighter by the second. To the point where he felt those were his last moments.

But Yan Rong wasn't there to kill him. Zi Huan was, after all, a necessary evil of the society. Not only was he the supplier of arms to the people, but he was also an informant who was deeply infested with the underworld of various cities.

Eventually, she had to let go of him. But the smile on her face didn't disappear as she saw Zi Huan trying to hungrily breathe, gasp in, and make up for the air he had just been deprived of.

"Lie to me one more time, little Zi, and I might have to really finish the job." Yan Rong said with a smile but Zi Huan was terrified to the bone.

"If he was a druggie, he would have never intrigued me." Yan Rong said the base of her reasoning and added, "And he also didn't seem to be the type to have women all around him."

"That's two of the things your family provides, doesn't it?" Yan Rong asked.

Zi Huan remained quiet and kept his eyes on the floor while he was still on the floor.

"Then that only leaves one other thing he was here for. Guns." Yan Rong concluded but then confusedly asked, "But he didn't have a weapon on him earlier and also not when he left the bar. Did he hide them somewhere?"

To that, Zi Huan had no answer. He had seen Wei Jun leaving with a bag full of explosives. If Yan Rong hadn't seen a bag, then he really might have hidden them somewhere.

"Tell me, little Zi, is he the biker from last night?" Yan Rong straightforwardly asked.

Zi Huan remained quiet. He already knew the consequences of lying but telling the truth wasn't necessarily needed because Yan Rong never needed a verbal confirmation for her answer.

"So he is." Yan Rong said, an infatuated smile on her face as she remembered the scene from last night that made her tremble. 'Those cold but deep eyes…'

Just the thought sent shivers down her body.

Yan Rong was a figure feared for her talent. She wasn't the type to even focus on cultivation. She never trained for even one day in her life yet her Qi flowed so naturally that she could even face Qi masters and still come out unscratched.

All that without even training. It terrified one to think how she could become if she were to actually put her mind to training.

Her Qi, which naturally increased bit by bit every day might explosively increase. But there was just one problem with that. And that was her feelings.

She had seen many cultivators lose their feelings the stronger they became. She even felt the same for herself. She didn't want that. Under that façade, she was, in the end, a girl who dreamed of a happy and normal life.

'I wonder if he would think weird of me?' She thought inwardly before she asked Zi Huan, "What was he here for, little Zi?" Explore more stories with m,v l'e-NovelFire

"He wanted a new bike." Zi Huan replied without any hesitation and added, "And some other things."

"I see." Yan Rong replied before she said, "Provide him with everything he needs. Especially if that makes him get out on the street more."

'After all, the more he is, the more we can meet.' She thought inwardly before another shiver went down her spine.

"But…" Zi Huan wanted to say that he couldn't get that stuff when Yan Rong spoke, "Treat him like me from now on. If you mistreat him, I might just get angry, little Zi."

"Ye—Yes." Zi Huan stuttered and replied.

"Also, make sure not to mention me. But I don't need to remind you of that, do I?" Yan Rong once again asked with her trademark smile.

Zi Huna trembled and nodded in assent, making Yan Rong appreciatively nod.

She then simply turned and left, through the gambling den that was now desolate because half of the people in there were dead, while those who survived, whole and not so much, ran away with all their might.

She stepped on a head and splattered it on her way to the outside and looked up at the sky saying, "What a beautiful day."

*************

Chao Hu was quaking in his boots as he kneeled on the floor, one of his bodyguards incapacitated on the floor beside him, missing a limb.

"Now when I said that it was fine to act in public, I never said to be disrespectful like earlier," Wei Jun said as he wiped his hands on Chao Hu's, the mayor of Yuan Yin City, suit.

"Ple—Please forgive me, you---young master." Chao Hu trembled as he felt Wei Jun's hand on his shoulder, the bottom of his palm connected to Chao Hu's neck.

"This is what happens when people start thinking outside their limit," Wei Jun said as he leaned back in Chao Hu's seat while Chao Hu kneeled in front of him.

"Oi," Wei Jun called out to Chao Hu and said, "Don't ever forget your limit. Laws won't always be there to protect you. Someday, somewhere, you will be alone. Outside of everyone's protection. I don't need to say anything further now, do I?"

"Yes, young ma—master." Chao Hu wasn't placated in the least. He was so terrified that the only reason he hadn't browned his pants was because his stomach was empty. The same could be said about his bladder though.

"Good," Wei Jun said and got to his agenda, "Get the police mobilized. I will fund them personally. Get rid of all the gangs that are troubling people. Do not forget to publicize my name. Try to paint me as good of a messiah as you can."

"Yes, young master." Chao Hu didn't stutter this time.

Wei Jun nodded and stood up, but he didn't leave, instead, he came closer to Chao Hu, who couldn't even back away in fear, and whispered, "And get in contact with my wife again, and I will make you eat a new cuisine very famous among your secretaries."

"Your golden balls."

Chao Hu trembled a lot in fear but all he did was nod. Wei Jun smiled and left the office, the secretary outside looked at him with a smile and said, "Are you finished, sir?"

"Yes, I am." Wei Jun said with a smile before he added, "The mayor asked me to tell you that he was feeling a little tired so he would like to not be disturbed for some time."

"Yes, sir." The secretary replied with a smile.

***********

"Welcome home, darling." Wei Jun heard the voice of a girl as soon as he entered his apartment. Wei Jun turned to look at the familiar girl, none other than his wife, Liu Yu.

Wei Jun just stared at her and asked, "What do you want?"

"Well, since you fired your maid, I thought I would cook for you." Liu Yu said with a smile.

Wei Jun looked at the dinner prepared on the dining table and said, "I hope it isn't poisoned."

"Come on~~ Why would you even say that? I don't think the title of a widow would suit me so soon." Liu Yu said dramatically.

Wei Jun chose to ignore that remark and activated Qi armament along with Wi empowerment, both with yang Qi, and appeared in front of Liu Yu in a flash but only to be stopped by her palm.

[Qi manifestation realm]

[Strength 59]

[Stamina 62]

[Agility 56]

[Qi 161]

[She broke through to the next level it seems]

Although in terms of physical power, Wei Jun was stronger, he lost when it came to the matter of Qi. And not just that, the fact that Liu Yu could wrap her hand in visible Qi at only a certain point was proof of her Qi manifestation which meant she was officially a fourth-level cultivator now.

[Not to mention her Qi is very pure as well]

[Even higher than yours]

[I think an A rank technique]

[Which she didn't have last time]

Wei Jun pulled back and stopped. It was a fight he could win if put in some effort and if he were to use his death Qi, however, he didn't want the apartment to be destroyed.

Not to mention that Xia Lu lived in the same building. Anything could happen to her and he might not be that fast to save her this time.

"Ahh… So rough of you, husband." Liu Yu said with a blush that only crept Wei Jun out instead of charming him.