Chapter 56: Waiting for My Wife

“So you’re saying that after that man threw you against the wall, you didn’t fall immediately, but instead stuck there like a painting, and then slowly slid down?” Bu Jingshan asked thoughtfully.

Recalling the ordeal he suffered the previous day, Bao Hongxuan felt a mix of fear and hatred toward Chen Yuyi. He nodded. “That’s exactly why Young Master Yan thinks this man isn’t ordinary, and he’s willing to offer you both a reward that will surely satisfy you if you’ll step in on his behalf.”

Yan Hongyi had been terrified as well, but didn’t dare confess it to his uncle. He returned to Jiangcheng, seething, intending to discuss it later. When he got back, he was about to present the thousand-year-old lingzhi to his uncle, only to find it had turned to powder inside the box—clearly, Chen Yuyi had tricked him.

That night, he called the Bao siblings, telling them to find someone—anyone—capable enough to get revenge, no matter the cost.

Bao Hongxuan immediately thought of the two reclusive masters he’d met at the medicine hall. By coincidence, they were still in Xiajiang City, so he invited them to Bao Yingtong’s resort in Young Master Yan’s name.

Yan Hongyi rushed to Xiajiang City again that morning.

“Hitting someone like hanging a painting! That’s an internal energy technique. He’s an internal energy master at best, nothing to be concerned about, haha.” Bu Jingshan laughed heartily. He considered Chen Yuyi no more than an internal energy practitioner, while he himself was at the grandmaster level and naturally held such people in no regard.

He deliberately projected his laughter with inner force, making Yan Hongyi and the Bao siblings’ ears ring. The overwhelming power left them both in awe and delight—they clearly understood that Mr. Bu was extraordinary and didn’t fear Chen Yuyi in the least.

“It seems there’s no need for me to act,” Master Yi said with a faint smile.

“Old Yi, he’s just a brat. If you really want to, I’ll let you handle it. I’ll just watch,” Bu Jingshan replied with a slight smile as well.

“Masters!” Yan Hongyi stood up. “You need not be modest. As long as you can make this man disappear forever, I’ll pay each of you a hundred million!”

The two masters exchanged glances. Even at their level, who would say no to such a sum? It was a generous reward, and since their opponent was just an internal energy practitioner, disposing of him would be effortless. They certainly wouldn’t refuse.

“In that case, this man is doomed,” Master Yi remarked. As he spoke, the teacup in his hand, still steaming, suddenly emitted a crisp crackling sound as frost spread across it. In an instant, the steam turned to cold air and the water inside had frozen solid.

The pupils of Yan Hongyi and the Bao siblings contracted sharply. Such a feat seemed almost supernatural to them. Their admiration for Master Yi grew, along with a sense of pride.

“Haha, Yi, your water-to-ice technique has become even more refined. I wager you could freeze a man solid now!” Bu Jingshan praised him. Though he was already a grandmaster, he still held a deep respect for the abilities of those who practiced the mystical arts—especially someone like Master Yi Buxing.

“Bu, there’s no need to tease me. Your Pure Heaven Force can already manifest at a hundred paces. While it’s not quite at the level of a Martial Lord’s domain, it’s certainly similar in some ways. You’ve no reason to mock me,” Yi Buxing replied with a gentle smile.

At this moment, Yan Hongyi finally understood how limited his past experience had been. There truly were such extraordinary beings in the world. He realized that, in the past, he’d relied solely on his wealth and never thought to associate with people of this caliber.

Now, he knew he must cultivate such relationships, which would surely bring great benefits in the future.

“Both of you are truly masters—your skills have opened our eyes!” he said sincerely, bowing to them.

The Bao siblings also stood, bowing even lower. “The two masters are mighty indeed!”

“But who exactly is that young man? Young Master Yan, have you found anything?” Yi Buxing returned to the main topic.

“I’ve looked into him, but it seems no one really knows who he is. However, while we haven’t learned his identity, we’re well acquainted with those connected to him. If we capture Zhu Shaoqi, we can get all the answers we need—perhaps even draw that young man out!”

Now emboldened by the presence of the two masters, Bao Hongxuan offered his suggestion, still fixated on Zhu Shaoqi.

Yan Hongyi had no objections. At this point, he was willing to do whatever it took. Two hundred million was nothing to him; even if he had to pay several times more, he’d happily agree. He nodded in approval. “Then do whatever it takes to bring Zhu Shaoqi here.”

Of course, the two masters disdained such petty tasks, and Yan Hongyi understood that, so he assigned the matter to the Bao siblings.

Immediately, the Bao siblings began plotting.

Bu Jingshan and Yi Buxing only smiled faintly. Such schemes were mere child’s play compared to the intrigues of their sects. All they cared about was resolving the issue quickly and collecting their reward.

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The following afternoon, Chen Yuyi arrived at the base of Shen Zhujun’s company building, waiting for her to get off work so they could go to the Shen family together.

This was his first time here. He hadn’t met Shen Zhujun at her company before, and even after they’d become “husband and wife,” he’d never visited her workplace, so he felt a certain curiosity about it.

For now, all he could do was wait downstairs, gazing at the large sign that read “Xinzhu Cosmetics Company,” thinking to himself that one day he’d walk in properly and have a look around.

When he appeared before Shen Zhujun in a suit, she was momentarily stunned.

After a long pause, she bit her lip, confirmed she wasn’t mistaken—this really was her “husband”—and said coolly, “Get in the car.”

Chen Yuyi said nothing more, opened the door, and, recalling his previous experience riding with her, quietly slipped into the back seat.

The Porsche started. Just as they were about to join the main road, a well-dressed, handsome man clutching a bouquet suddenly dashed out and stood in the middle of the street.

Shen Zhujun braked, her brows knitting as she looked at the young man standing there. She rolled the driver’s window down halfway as the man approached, his face bright with an eager smile.

In the back seat, Chen Yuyi eyed the large bouquet of crimson roses, his brows arching slightly. Was this man courting his wife? Why hadn’t Bai Lang mentioned this?

Though somewhat annoyed, Chen Yuyi remained silent. He knew that a woman as outstanding as Shen Zhujun would naturally attract admirers. But could this man be connected to the attempt on his life?

That incident had always been a thorn in his side, yet he’d found no clues. He was determined not to overlook any potential lead.

“Miss Shen, these are for you.”

Wei Jiadong had already reached the car window, presenting the bouquet with a hopeful, burning gaze. “Miss Shen, I’ve been waiting here for quite some time. Would I have the honor of having dinner with you tonight?”

Shen Zhujun bit her lip, her expression complicated. She’d received flowers before, but never in front of her “husband”—this was a first.

She didn’t reach for the bouquet, simply replied, “I’m sorry, I have dinner with my family tonight.”

Disappointment flashed across Wei Jiadong’s face. “Alright, but please accept these roses as a token of my regard.”

It was the end of the workday, and a number of employees were watching from a distance, curiosity piqued. Some even snapped photos with their phones.

Shen Zhujun pressed the window switch. “Take them back—I don’t like roses.”

Wei Jiadong’s expression stiffened. Though he felt a little awkward at her refusal, he didn’t think it shameful. After all, if a woman like Shen Zhujun could be won with a single bouquet, that would be truly strange.

But just as she rolled up the window, Wei Jiadong caught a glimpse of a man in the back seat.

His face changed subtly. Why was there a man in Shen Zhujun’s car?

Ordinarily, if there were only two people, the other would sit in the front passenger seat, not the back. This man’s presence in the rear was a clear sign that Shen Zhujun didn’t want him to be seen…