Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 601

Although the police are responsible for investigating the truth, once they get involved, they will find that the interests involved are like a tangled mess, complicated and intertwined.

Various forces are wrestling in the dark, with layers of obstacles. Even if they try their best, how much of the truth can they really clear the fog and find out?

In this business battlefield filled with blood and conspiracy, without your own armed forces and a group of loyal followers, you are like a rootless duckweed, unable to gain a foothold for long. If you are not careful, you will be ruthlessly swallowed up and no trace will be left.

He Yuzhu clenched his teeth, the anger in his heart surging like a raging wave.

He knew very well that Gao Kening's action this time was undoubtedly a blatant challenge to his bottom line. He could not swallow this insult no matter what. The counterattack was already on the string and had to be launched.

When the night fell deep and thick as ink, wrapping the entire city tightly, He Yuzhu was like a ghostly black shadow, quietly shuttling between the streets, aiming directly at Gao Kening's residence.

Gao Kening's residence is extremely luxurious. The floor is covered with precious Persian carpets and priceless paintings are hung on the walls. Under the dim and soft light, it exudes a dazzling halo.

At this moment, Gao Kening was sitting leisurely on the chair made of fine sandalwood, leaning back comfortably with his legs crossed. A smug look appeared on his face, and that smile seemed to extend to his ears, as if he had seen through all the layers of reality and witnessed with his own eyes He Yuzhu's miserable appearance of complete defeat and embarrassment. The corners of his mouth would occasionally rise slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

He Yuzhu appeared behind Gao Kening silently, like a ghost, with footsteps so light that they didn't even stir up a speck of dust.

His eyes were cold and there was no sign of hesitation. He raised his hand and a powerful energy surged out from his palm, like a flood that had been opened, carrying unparalleled power and pouring directly into Gao Kening's body.

This vital energy was like an ancient dragon that had broken free from its cage, emitting a cold aura as it rushed through Gao Kening's internal organs, causing his meridians to break wherever it passed.

With a crisp "crack" sound, Gao Kening's heart pulse was instantly broken.

Gao Kening's body suddenly trembled violently, and the smug look on his face disappeared in an instant like the remaining snow in spring, and was replaced by endless fear and despair, as if he was trapped in a bottomless abyss, with no hope of survival.

He subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to shout for help, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not make any sound. He could only stare with his eyes wide open, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness to die, and his body fell straight down uncontrollably.

In a moment, the life force was drained from his body, and he died and rushed to that unknown world, where he met the so-called God.

Such a painless death was really a blessing for Gao Kening, who had done so many bad things.

The evil deeds he committed were too numerous to list. He should have been subjected to the pain of being cut into pieces and paid a more painful price, but He Yuzhu did not want to dwell on it too much at this moment.

He looked alert and his eyes were sharp as torches. He glanced around carefully. Except for Gao Kening who had already died, nothing around him had moved. Everything was the same as before.

After confirming that everything was correct, he turned around and quickly walked back along the same path he came.

His footsteps were light and swift, and his figure was as agile as a fleeting meteor in the night sky. He flashed through the thick darkness and disappeared in the blink of an eye, quickly leaving this place full of conspiracy and evil.

When I returned to the villa, it was already late at night. The whole villa was immersed in silence, with only the leaves outside the window rustling in the breeze, making a slight rustling sound.

He Yuzhu stepped into the room very quietly, each step was gentle and silent, with the soles of his shoes barely rubbing against the floor, for fear of making any sound to alarm others.

His eyes slowly moved to the bed, where Lin Wanting was still sleeping there alone. The soft moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto her face. Her sleeping face was as peaceful and tranquil as an angel, her fair cheeks were faintly flushed, her breathing was even and soft, and her chest rose and fell slightly, as if the troubles in the world had nothing to do with her.

He Yuzhu tiptoed to the bedside and slowly lay down, his movements as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure. Then he stretched out his arms and gently hugged her, letting her body press against his, feeling the warmth from her body. In this reassuring warmth, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, his eyelids became heavier, and he gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, the warm sunlight was like fine golden gauze, shining softly and slowly through the clean windows into the warmly decorated room.

Lin Wanting slowly woke up under the caress of the soft light. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly like a butterfly flapping its wings about to fly, and then she drowsily opened her bright and moving eyes.

When her eyes fell on He Yuzhu who was sleeping peacefully beside her, an inexplicable emotion suddenly surged in her heart. The feeling was like a new bud breaking through the soil in spring, carrying a hint of warmth and shyness.

She playfully leaned closer to He Yuzhu, opened her pearly teeth, and gently bit him.

He Yuzhu was caught off guard and cried out in pain, then suddenly opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was Lin Wanting's cute and playful appearance. Her cheeks were slightly flushed because she had just woken up, just like the clouds in the sky dyed by the setting sun. Her eyes were smart and cunning.

He Yuzhu looked at her and couldn't help laughing. His voice was so gentle that it seemed like water could drip out of it: "Be good, call me like this from now on."

When Lin Wanting heard this, her beautiful eyes instantly widened, as big as two round black grapes, and then she rolled her eyes at He Yuzhu.

The eye roll was extremely vivid, as if all her dissatisfaction and anger towards He Yuzhu were expressed vividly through this one look.

Then, she twisted her willow-like waist slightly, and like a gust of energetic wind, she rushed into the bathroom in a hurry, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps echoing in the room.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, Lin Wanting was pulled by an invisible force and staggered towards the toilet.

She gripped the edge of the toilet tightly with both hands, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her whole body was heaving violently like a small boat swaying in the wind and huge waves.

Then, she was hit by a wave of nausea and her body leaned forward uncontrollably, making a heart-wrenching retching sound.

Her face was full of pain, her brows were tightly knitted together, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out of her forehead and sliding down her cheeks.

Her hair was disheveled from the violent movement just now, and wet strands stuck to her bloodless cheeks.

At this time, He Yuzhu casually put his hands in his trouser pockets, with his signature smiling expression on his face, and slowly walked into the bathroom.

When he saw Lin Wanting holding the toilet and vomiting violently, a barely perceptible concern flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a playful expression.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said in a teasing tone: "You can't do this, you need to practice more."

The voice echoed in the small space of the bathroom, with a hint of carelessness.

Lin Wanting raised her head with great effort, and glared at He Yuzhu fiercely with eyes full of resentment. Her lips trembled slightly, and she said unhappily, "Boss, you are so bad."

Her voice was particularly hoarse because of the vomiting just now, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

He Yuzhu shook his head gently, with a faint smile still on his lips, and turned to walk towards the sink.

He stretched out his slender fingers, picked up the toothbrush skillfully, and gently squeezed the toothpaste tube. A stream of white toothpaste fell steadily on the bristles of the toothbrush.

Then he slowly put the toothbrush into his mouth and began to wash carefully.

Water flowed out from the faucet, and white foam continued to rise at the corners of his mouth. As he brushed his teeth, the foam continued to roll and expand.

His movements were neither hurried nor slow, and each one seemed very calm, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

After washing up, he reached out and took a towel from the rack, and wiped it on his face a few times casually, and water droplets splashed out of the towel.

Then, he walked down the stairs leisurely with brisk steps and humming a tuneless little song.

When He Yuzhu walked to the living room downstairs, he instantly noticed the strange atmosphere.

Everyone had different expressions, like a vivid ukiyo-e.

Some people frowned, their eyebrows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, their eyes were empty, as if they were contemplating the far-reaching impact of this sudden change; some people's faces were filled with irrepressible excitement, the corners of their mouths raised high, their bodies slightly leaning forward, and they looked eager to try as if they were about to go to a feast; others had faces full of astonishment, their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly open, as if they had seen something strange beyond imagination.

He Yuzhu had already guessed what had happened, but he remained calm and composed, pretending to be completely unaware. He asked in a tone of confusion that was just right, "What happened?"

At this moment, Ye Han was like a star that suddenly lit up in the night sky, with excitement flashing in his eyes and his whole body exuding a different kind of vitality.

He walked quickly and came to He Yuzhu in a few steps. His hands were shaking slightly as he said excitedly, "Mr. He, I just received good news. Gao Kening died of a heart attack last night."

As Ye Han spoke, he waved his arms vigorously, and the surprise on his face almost overflowed.

When He Yuzhu heard the news, he showed an extremely surprised expression, his eyes slightly widened, and his eyes just showed a look of disbelief. He repeated: "Sudden heart attack? Dead?"

His tone was very precise, full of complete surprise.

Seeing this, a subordinate nearby stepped forward and took over the conversation: "Yes, when we first received the news, we were all shocked and couldn't believe it. We confirmed it several times, asked around, and even contacted the hospital, before we were sure that this was not an April Fool's joke that came early."

When the subordinate spoke, there was a hint of relief on his face, as if he had survived a disaster.

He Yuzhu asked a few more questions about the specific details of Gao Kening's death, such as when he was found, what the situation was like at the scene, and whether there was an official diagnosis certificate issued by a doctor.

After everyone answered in detail in turn, He Yuzhu slowly nodded, pretending to completely believe the news.

In fact, he was the only one who knew it clearly. After all, it was he who had planned it all carefully and personally sent Gao Kening on the road of no return, so how could any unexpected situation occur?

The corners of his mouth lifted up slightly, a fleeting, barely noticeable smile flashed across his lips, and he thought to himself that the stumbling block that had hindered his plan had finally been successfully removed, and the next plan could finally be carried out more smoothly without any hindrance.

In the early morning, the clear sunlight is like fine golden gauze, gently pouring into the exquisite courtyard of the villa.

The breeze is like a pair of invisible but gentle hands, blowing slowly, carrying with it the fresh scent of the surrounding green plants, refreshing the heart.

Everyone sat in the restaurant in an orderly manner, enjoying the sumptuous breakfast that was carefully prepared.

The dazzling array of delicious food on the table is like a feast for the eyes and smells.

Look at the fried eggs, so golden in color and fragrant, every bite seems to be biting into the morning sunshine; the steaming bread is fluffy and soft, just break it gently, the wheat aroma spreads instantly; the fresh and juicy fruits are plump, as if telling the story of the orchard; the fragrant and mellow coffee, with wisps of hot steam rising, the rich aroma is intoxicating.

Everyone had a happy expression on their face and a smile on their lips. They savored the delicious food and chatted softly with a sense of leisure in their words.

However, everyone present knew clearly that this seemingly relaxed atmosphere was only superficial. The acquisition was only halfway done and the real challenge might still be ahead, like the hidden reefs beneath the calm sea, full of dangers.

Today, everyone has a mission and shoulders the heavy responsibility of the final explanation. This step is crucial, like a thrilling leap from the edge of a cliff. If there is a slight mistake, all previous efforts may go to waste and the whole game will be lost. There is no room for negligence.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was solemn. Everyone was on edge and working extremely hard.

Their every move seemed to have been carefully rehearsed, each action was precise and restrained; even an unintentional eye contact revealed caution and concentration, as if silently conveying information and reminding each other of the importance of the moment.

Recalling the unexpected attack yesterday, everyone is still frightened.

At that moment, the originally peaceful atmosphere was instantly broken. A group of enemies with hidden identities emerged from the darkness like ghosts, launching crazy attacks without any warning.

The dense bullets were like a torrential rain in summer, pouring down on them mercilessly with deadly whistles.

Ye Dehai witnessed this chaotic and critical scene, and his heart was filled with anxiety, like an ant on a hot pan.