Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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Gao Kening, dressed in a silk shirt, lay sprawled on the bed, snoring loudly, each snore making the air in the room tremble slightly.

With his lips drooping and glistening drool sliding down his cheeks, wetting the pillow, he slept soundly, as if the noise of the world had nothing to do with him.

Upon seeing this, He Yuzhu frowned slightly, a hint of disdain and mockery flashing in his eyes. He seemed to be secretly mocking Gao Kening's carelessness and underestimation of the enemy. In this complex and ever-changing situation, she had fallen into a dream without any defense, completely unaware that a storm was about to sweep in.

He Yuzhu walked slowly toward the bed with steady yet turbulent steps.

He stood tall and straight, like a majestic mountain peak, looking down at Gao Kening lying on the bed.

In those widely circulated novels, gripping movie scenes, and captivating TV drama plots, villains seem to be bound by a strange thread of fate, all sharing a fatal flaw—dying from talking too much.

Whenever the plot reaches a critical moment of life and death, they can't help but feel their egos swell, and they ramble on and on about those things they think are profound but are actually utterly stupid nonsense.

These empty words were like invisible shackles, locking away their best opportunity to fight back, dragging them step by step into an abyss of no return, ultimately leaving them with only a miserable and tragic end.

He Yuzhu was not one of those fools who let their emotions cloud their judgment. He was as clear-headed as a mirror. At this critical moment, when life and death hung in the balance and the situation was extremely tense, it was like dancing on a knife's edge. The slightest carelessness would lead to certain death. There was no room for the slightest negligence or delay.

He clenched his teeth and kept his thin lips tightly closed, refusing to utter a single word.

Immediately afterwards, he flashed forward like a black lightning bolt, quickly approaching the bedside and raising his hand, which was covered with veins and contained boundless power.

In that instant, the air around him seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and the air currents swirled rapidly around his palm.

He suddenly exerted his strength and slammed his palm hard into Gao Kening's chest. This palm strike was a culmination of his years of hard work and dedicated cultivation in the martial arts world. Its power was earth-shattering, as if it were gathering all the immense power in the world into this one strike.

In an instant, a muffled "bang" was heard, like the ringing of a great bell, or like a thunderbolt exploding in the small space.

Gao Kening's previously calm face instantly contorted, and her body trembled uncontrollably, like a flickering candle in a storm, fragile and vulnerable.

Immediately afterwards, his body slammed back onto the bed like a kite with a broken string, and he didn't make a sound.

His eyes were wide open, filled with terror and disbelief, as if he had been slapped directly into another world of endless darkness, coldness and loneliness.

The faint flame of life that had been flickering within him vanished without a trace under this palm strike, like a flame extinguished by a gale. Only a deathly silence remained in the room, filled with the aura of death.

In the treacherous world of business, the struggle for interests is like the undercurrents surging beneath the deep sea—hidden yet turbulent. A moment of carelessness could lead to a fall into an abyss of no return.

He Yuzhu and Gao Kening were originally just rivals fighting their own battles in the business world.

Initially, the conflict between the two parties was limited to the business realm, merely a struggle for a limited market share and a greater profit, which is normal in the business world.

According to business rules, the principles of fairness, impartiality, and openness should be followed, and the competition should be conducted through reasonable and legal means. Business should be conducted in a business-like manner, and problems should be solved through strength and strategy, rather than resorting to unorthodox methods or taking shortcuts.

However, Gao Kening does not play by the rules.

He was narrow-minded and intolerant of any wrongdoing. In this business game, seeing He Yuzhu gradually gaining the upper hand, jealousy and resentment grew wildly in his heart. He was so blinded by jealousy that he made such a crazy and vicious decision—to send an assassin to carry out the assassination.

The hired assassins were all seasoned veterans, ruthless and cold-blooded, like ghosts lurking in the dark, hiding around He Yuzhu's daily activities.

They were dressed in dark clothes, blending into the night, and held gleaming blades, each one incredibly sharp, reflecting a chilling light in the dim light.

Their eyes revealed a chilling killing intent, as if they were messengers from the deepest part of hell, there only to reap lives, determined to put He Yuzhu to death in the darkness.

They hid in the shadows of street corners, some leaning against walls, their figures concealed in the blind spots where the dim streetlights couldn't reach; others crouched behind abandoned wooden crates, constantly watching their surroundings.

Like cheetahs poised to pounce, they held their breath, quietly waiting for the perfect moment. As soon as He Yuzhu stepped into their ambush range, they would pounce on him like hungry wolves, launching a deadly attack without mercy or compassion.

But He Yuzhu is no ordinary person. He has worked his way up in the complex business world for many years and has developed a special set of skills.

On seemingly ordinary days, he could detect potential crisis signals from a partner's casual glance or ambiguous words.

When danger quietly approaches, before others are even aware, his keen intuition has already sounded an alarm.

With his extraordinary insight, he carefully observed every unusual detail around him, leaving no stone unturned, and thus foresaw the assassin's meticulously planned conspiracy.

Each time the assassin set a deadly trap, he skillfully maneuvered around it, relying on his calmness and wisdom to narrowly escape life-or-death crises time and time again. In his heart, he also deeply planted the seeds of revenge in this contest that intertwined business and life and death.

In an instant, he moved like a black lightning bolt, his figure flashing like a ghost.

The assassins' attacks were as fierce as a sudden downpour; their gleaming blades, carrying a chilling killing intent, sliced ​​through the air with sharp whistles.

But he was like a ghost in the dark, accurately predicting the trajectory of each attack. The hem of his clothes trembled slightly on the edge of the blade, and a few strands of silk were cut by the sword energy and drifted down, but his skin was not hurt in the slightest.

Ke Gao and Kening are ruthless; how could they give up so easily?

They meticulously planned their operation, and when the assassination failed, they arranged for an old van to wait for the right moment on a remote but necessary route.

The van, its paint peeling and tattered, resembled a monstrous black beast that had been lurking for a long time, ready to devour its prey. After the gunman boarded, it suddenly started up and roared as it sped toward He Yuzhu.

As the distance closed, the car window rolled down at an extremely fast speed, and the dark muzzle of a gun was instantly pointed at him. The deep color of the muzzle resembled an endless abyss, exuding a chilling and terrifying aura, as if it would mercilessly devour He Yuzhu's life at any moment.

Suddenly, a sharp gunshot shattered the silence of the street, followed by a barrage of bullets raining down on He Yuzhu.

At the critical moment between life and death, the mysterious power within He Yuzhu was instantly activated. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly became ghostly.

With a light touch of his toes on the ground, he nimbly weaved through the hail of bullets at a speed and angle that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Every movement, every turn, was incredibly precise, as if the trajectory of the bullet had been predicted beforehand.

At this moment, his figure resembled a nimble cheetah, darting and weaving on the edge of life and death, narrowly dodging the deadly bullets time and time again.

He Yuzhu knew perfectly well that in this seemingly glamorous and bustling society, which was actually fraught with turmoil and extreme cruelty, seeking help from the police was undoubtedly a drop in the ocean and would be of no use at all.

To put it bluntly, this world is still governed by the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and people eat each other.

Chapter 600

Although the police are responsible for investigating the truth, once they get involved, they find that the underlying interests are a tangled mess, intricate and complex.

Various forces are vying for power in the shadows, creating layers of obstacles. Even if they go all out, how much of the truth can they truly uncover and dispel the fog?

In this battlefield of the business world, filled with bloodshed and intrigue, without one's own armed forces and a group of loyal followers, one is like a rootless duckweed, unable to stand for long. A slight misstep will lead to being mercilessly devoured, leaving no trace.

He Yuzhu gritted his teeth, his anger surging like a raging tide.

He knew that Gao Kening's actions were a blatant challenge to his bottom line, and he could not swallow this insult. A counterattack was inevitable.

As night deepened and thickened, enveloping the entire city, He Yuzhu moved silently through the streets and alleys like a ghostly shadow, heading straight for Gao Kening's residence.

Gao Kening's residence was extremely luxurious, with expensive Persian carpets covering the floor and priceless paintings hanging on the walls. Under the dim and soft light, it exuded a dazzling halo.

At this moment, Gao Kening was sitting leisurely in a chair made of fine sandalwood, leaning back comfortably with his legs crossed. A smug look was on his face, and his smile seemed to extend to his ears. It was as if he had seen through the layers of reality and witnessed He Yuzhu's miserable defeat and wretched state. The corners of his mouth would occasionally turn up slightly, revealing a hint of mockery.

He Yuzhu appeared behind Gao Kening silently, his footsteps so light they didn't stir up a speck of dust.

His gaze was cold and unwavering. With a wave of his hand, a surge of powerful energy burst forth from his palm, like a flood bursting its banks, carrying unparalleled might and pouring straight into Gao Kening's body.

This primordial energy was like an ancient dragon breaking free from its cage, exuding a chilling aura. It rampaged through Gao Kening's internal organs, causing his meridians to rupture wherever it passed.

With a crisp "crack," Gao Kening's heart meridian was instantly severed.

Gao Kening's body trembled violently. The smug look on her face vanished instantly, like the last snowflakes in spring. In its place was endless terror and despair, as if she were trapped in a bottomless abyss, with no sign of life.

He instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to shout for help, but his throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only stare wide-eyed, his eyes filled with fear and resentment at death, and his body fell straight down uncontrollably.

In an instant, life was drained from his body, and he died just like that, heading to that unknown world to meet the so-called God.

Such a painless death was too good for Gao Kening, who had committed so many evil deeds.

The evil deeds he committed were countless and he deserved to suffer the pain of being torn to pieces and pay an even more terrible price, but He Yuzhu did not want to get entangled in this matter any further at this moment.

He looked alert, his eyes sharp, and cautiously scanned his surroundings. Apart from Gao Kening, who was already dead, nothing around him had moved an inch; everything remained the same.

After confirming that everything was correct, he turned around and quickly returned along the path he had come from.

His steps were light and swift, his movements as agile as a fleeting shooting star in the night sky, flashing through the thick darkness and disappearing in the blink of an eye, quickly leaving this place of intrigue and evil.

When we returned to the villa, it was already late at night, and the entire villa was immersed in tranquility. The only sound was the soft rustling of the leaves outside the window as they were moved by the breeze.

He Yuzhu stepped into the room quietly, each step soft and silent, his shoes barely making a sound as if afraid of disturbing others.

His gaze slowly shifted to the bed, where Lin Wanting was still sleeping alone. Soft moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains onto her face. Her sleeping face was as peaceful and serene as an angel's, with a faint blush on her fair cheeks. Her breathing was even and gentle, and her chest rose and fell slightly, as if the world's troubles had nothing to do with her.

He Yuzhu tiptoed to the bedside, slowly lay down, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure. Then he reached out and gently embraced her, letting her body press close to his. He felt the warmth emanating from her body, and in this comforting warmth, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, his eyelids grew heavier, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, the warm sunlight, like fine golden gauze, streamed gently and slowly through the clean window into the cozy room.

Lin Wanting slowly awoke under the gentle caress of the soft light. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterflies about to take flight, and then she groggily opened her bright and captivating eyes.

When her gaze fell upon He Yuzhu, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, a strange emotion welled up in her heart. It was like a new bud breaking through the soil in spring, carrying a touch of warmth and shyness.

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

Caught off guard, He Yuzhu cried out in pain and suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is Lin Wanting's cute and playful appearance. Her cheeks are flushed with a faint blush from just waking up, just like the clouds on the horizon dyed by the sunset. Her eyes are lively and mischievous.

He Yuzhu looked at her and couldn't help but laugh, his voice so gentle it seemed to drip with water: "Good girl, call me that from now on."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting's beautiful eyes widened instantly, becoming as round as two black grapes. She then glared at He Yuzhu with a fierce look.

The way she rolled her eyes was so vivid, as if all her dissatisfaction and resentment towards He Yuzhu were expressed through that one look.

Then, with a gentle twist of her slender, willow-like waist, she rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps echoing in the room.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, Lin Wanting seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, staggering as she rushed toward the toilet.

She gripped the edge of the toilet tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the force, her whole body heaving violently like a small boat tossed about in a raging storm.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of nausea and vomiting washed over her, and her body leaned forward uncontrollably, emitting a series of heart-wrenching dry heaves.

Her face was contorted with pain, her brows were furrowed tightly, and large beads of sweat kept seeping from her forehead and sliding down her cheeks.

Her hair was disheveled from the violent movements, and strands of it clung damply to her bloodless cheeks.

At this moment, He Yuzhu casually put his hands in his pockets, with his signature grin on his face, and slowly strolled into the bathroom.