God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 627 - 696, Who is Your Wife!

"When the words ’someone’ come from the mouth of a beautiful woman, it can make a person’s bones tingle with delight, but when they come from Song Wuliang’s mouth, they inexplicably send shivers down one’s spine."

Fang Yi wished he could go over and kick the fat man twice, but Song Wuliang seemed to sense something and kept his distance.

In light of this, Fang Yi couldn’t be bothered to move; he propped his feet on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa, settling into a comfortable posture.

Before long, Qian’er had finished preparing the meal, and Song Wuliang went over to fawn over her, first offering tissues to wipe the sweat off the young girl’s face, making small talk and even asking if she wanted to take a bath. Fang Yi noticed that the girl’s expression was becoming increasingly impatient.

But don’t underestimate Song Wuliang’s shamelessness; he didn’t take the hint and continued to dote incessantly. Fang Yi thought that if he weren’t there, Song Wuliang would probably already be in trouble.

Fang Yi wasn’t worried about the girl poisoning the food, for he was immune to common poisons. If she really had any harm in mind, she could have acted when Fang Yuying and Xia Ziqi were not around; why wait until now?

It was precisely because of this that, if the girl truly intended to harm Fang Yi, Fang Yuying wouldn’t leave him alone in the house.

After lunch, Song Wuliang offered to help Qian’er with the dishes, and this time the girl didn’t refuse. So, Song Wuliang joyfully hustled to wash the dishes as if he were engaged in a profoundly sacred task.

Fang Yi watched, cringing, and turned to the girl, saying, "What would you think if... I mean, hypothetically, if that good-looking guy doing the dishes said he liked you?"

"I wouldn’t think anything," the girl replied.

"Uh... what if he wanted to be your boyfriend? How would you handle that?" Fang Yi asked, sort of for Song the fatty.

"I’d cripple him," Qian’er responded, just as decisively as before.

Alright, no need to ask further.

Fang Yi thought to himself, Song the fatty, I’ve done all I can for you, but if "someone" doesn’t accept you, there’s nothing more I can do.

Besides, Qian’er was following the Black Widow granny, and Fang Yi actually didn’t want Song Wuliang to get involved; after all, that Black Widow granny was not one to be trifled with.

However, although Song Wuliang was sometimes as cunning as a fox, when he became obsessed, he could be incredibly stubborn, with a purity that rivaled that of a blank sheet of paper. And it wasn’t just Song Wuliang—Fang Yi admitted that sometimes he was the same way.

After lunch, Fang Yi went out to the balcony, stretched lazily and exclaimed, "The weather is really nice today. It would be great if we could go to the beach and have some tea."

He spoke loudly, and Qian’er, who had previously stood still as if sculpted, came forward with her head slightly bowed, saying, "You don’t need to worry; I won’t run away."

"Yeah, Brother Yi, don’t worry, I’m watching over Miss Qian’er here. She can’t escape," Song Wuliang chimed in, sounding quite chivalrous.

Fang Yi really wanted to give the fat man a good beating; with his foolishness, he’d probably help to count the money after being sold.

Fang Yi reflected that it wasn’t only girls in love who could be foolish; men in love were equally foolish.

As if guessing what Fang Yi was puzzled about, Qian’er added, "Since I’m a hostage here, I must fulfill the responsibilities of a hostage. Moreover..." She hesitated, then lifted a pale finger to point at her abdomen, "Miss Yuying placed a tracker and a bomb inside me. So no matter where I run, there’s no escaping."

"..."

Fang Yi was speechless, thinking Fang Yuying was indeed capable of doing anything.

Fang Yi didn’t say much more; whether Qian’er ran away or not was not of great concern to him, but rather it would be difficult to explain to Fang Yuying. Now that he knew the reason, Fang Yi didn’t linger any longer and went for a walk.

He descended the building, left the residential complex, and went to a small shop on the street to buy a pack of cigarettes for ten yuan. He lit one and took a drag.

Standing curbside, Fang Yi watched the back and forth of traffic, the pedestrians on both sides of the road, as well as the dazzling array of shops, while contemplating various matters.

After finishing a cigarette, Fang Yi stubbed it out and tossed it into a trash bin, then boarded a bus.

On the bus, Fang Yi made a phone call, then switched to an electric tricycle, which stopped in front of a small alley after more than ten minutes.

Having paid the fare, Fang Yi walked into the alley. This area was rather secluded, part of the old city district, with historic houses visible all around.

Following the alley deeper in, Fang Yi reached the end only to see a figure, graceful and enchanting.

The woman habitually had her hair tied back in an efficient ponytail, her complexion fair, and in this autumn that already carried a hint of winter, her cheeks were slightly flushed with a rosy tint.

She was dressed in a Korean-style black overcoat that accentuated her tall figure. No matter where she stood, she was extremely eye-catching. Standing in this weathered alley, she seemed to make the place shine with beauty.

She saw Fang Yi as well, with her hands shoved in her pockets, walking towards him.

She tilted her chin slightly upward, as if looking down her nose at Fang Yi, and feigned indifference as she said, "Are you healed?"

"Not dead yet," Fang Yi chuckled.

"What does ’not dead yet’ mean? Are you still not healed?" Cai Qin’s brows furrowed.

"Um."

Cai Qin got angry, and kicked out with a foot clad in a high boot. Fang Yi stepped back to dodge the attack.

"Still quite lively for someone not healed," Cai Qin said coolly, "But if you’re not well, you should lie down at home and stop wandering around outside."

Fang Yi looked at her oddly and said, "What does my being healed or not have to do with you?"

Cai Qin replied, "I’m concerned about you. Does that bother you?"

Fang Yi chuckled heartily and said, "I’m happy about it, actually. But could you be a little gentler? Your fierceness really scares me."

Cai Qin took her hands out of her pockets and crossed her arms, changing the subject, "The assassin who dared to kill ’Angel’ of the ’Strongest Level,’ and who fought so many experts—afraid of me, a woman?"

Fang Yi said, "Outside, I’m fearless against both heaven and earth, but at home, I’m afraid of my wife."

A sudden cold gleam flashed in Cai Qin’s eyes, "Who’s your wife!"

"You are!" Fang Yi answered confidently.

Cai Qin was truly at a loss for words and said, "I can’t bother arguing with you anymore. Let’s go, Uncle Zhao sent me to bring you to see him!"

"Alright."

"Oh, and just like you said, I caught two of the three brothers from the side branch of the Fang Family; one got away to send a warning. Besides them, there’s Mao Yanfeng, protector of the White Lotus Sect here as well, waiting for you to deal with."

Cai Qin talked as they walked.

Soon after, they arrived in front of a house with its roller door shut. Cai Qin pulled the door open, then let Fang Yi in, following which she closed the roller door. The room was pitch-black until, after a little while, a flashlight came on.

The beam pointed to the floor, where there was a metal plate. Cai Qin walked over and lifted it, revealing an underground passage within Fang Yi’s view.

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