Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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After speaking, she nestled gently and naturally into He Yuzhu's arms, like a docile kitten attached to its master. Her soft, boneless arms wrapped around his neck like nimble water snakes.

She tilted her head slightly, closed her eyes gently, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks before giving her a passionate kiss, carrying the unique charm and allure of Southeast Asia.

At the same time, she took He Yuzhu's hand, her movements a mixture of shyness and determination, and gently placed it into her full and soft bosom...

In the dimly lit room, a hazy yellow light, like a thin veil, gently enveloped every inch of space. The air was filled with a faint, intoxicating fragrance, the aroma of Southeast Asian spices fermenting with ambiguous emotions.

The Southeast Asian waitress in front of me is in the prime of her youth, like a beautiful flower blooming in a tropical rainforest.

Her face was like a meticulously sculpted work of art; her eyebrows were like distant mountains, resembling the soft curves of distant mountains outlined in the twilight; her eyes were like brimming autumn water, clear and bright, and with every glance, a myriad of charms flowed, as if hiding countless mysterious stories.

Her skin was as white as snow, gleaming with a soft and warm luster under the dim light. It felt as delicate as fine jade to the touch, without a single flaw.

Her figure was so hot that it was impossible to look away. Her waist was as slender as a willow, so delicate that it could be encircled with one hand, showing a charming and touching appearance. This contrasted sharply with her full and proud curves. Every line of her body silently demonstrated the unique charm of a mature woman.

At this moment, she gently twisted her soft, boneless body, her figure as light and graceful as willow catkins in the wind, every movement carrying a rhythm.

She let out a captivating moan, a sound like a gentle spring breeze, softly stirring the heartstrings.

This incredibly alluring atmosphere, like a spark, instantly ignited the desires that He Yuzhu had suppressed for so long, and a raging fire burned wildly in his heart.

He Yuzhu felt hot all over, as if an uncontrollable heat was surging through his body, and desire was surging like a tidal wave.

His hands reached out eagerly as if out of control, his fingers trembling slightly, and in a few quick movements he untied the tight-fitting work clothes of the Nanyang girl.

As the button popped open, the Nanyang girl's snow-white skin was faintly visible.

The Southeast Asian girl's eyes were alluring, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a captivating laugh. At the same time, she swiftly reached out her slender, delicate hands and skillfully undid He Yuzhu's clothes.

One by one, the clothes fell to the ground, and in an instant, the two were naked before each other. He Yuzhu's eyes were bloodshot, and the fire of lust burned fiercely in them, so intense that it almost completely devoured his remaining reason.

At this moment, his mind was completely blank, with nothing but the Southeast Asian girl in front of him. He was waiting for this moment to share the joy of love with her and to succumb to the burning desire.

But at this critical moment, the Nanyang girl's eyes suddenly changed, and her originally affectionate eyes now flashed with a fierce light.

She used her seemingly gentle hand to quickly wrap around He Yuzhu, making it difficult for him to break free.

His other hand, like a nimble snake, reached up to his head with remarkable agility.

Her meticulously styled, high-bun hairstyle had become a hiding place for a weapon; she pulled out a slender hairpin from it.

The hairpin has a unique shape, unlike anything commonly seen in the Central Plains. One end is carved into the shape of a strange beast's head, with a gemstone that emits an eerie green light embedded in its mouth. It flickers incessantly in the dim light, like the eye of a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, sending chills down one's spine.

The Southeast Asian woman curled her lips into a cold smile, slowly raising the hairpin. The green-glowing tip sliced ​​through the air, heading straight for He Yuzhu's unsuspecting neck, as if it would end his life in the next second.

Just as the hairpin tip was about to pierce his skin, He Yuzhu suddenly shuddered, as if he had been doused with ice water in the dead of winter. His previously confused and bewildered eyes instantly regained their clarity.

His years of experience in Macau and his continuous martial arts training have given him an extraordinary sense of danger. Even when he seems to be enjoying a peaceful moment, his instincts are instantly awakened when danger approaches.

His fingers were slightly raised, the movement seemingly gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the beautiful atmosphere before him, but in reality, every muscle movement contained a powerful force honed through countless trials.

He gently touched the Nanyang girl's shoulder, and in an instant, the pure and powerful vital energy within him surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, carrying immense momentum, and flowed into the Nanyang girl's body through his fingertips.

Just as the girl from Southeast Asia was about to plunge the hairpin in, she suddenly felt an extremely powerful internal force, like a surging tide, rushing into her body without warning.

This internal force was like countless sharp steel needles, instantly piercing through her limbs and bones, every inch of skin and every meridian was assaulted by this excruciating pain. Her body tensed uncontrollably, her muscles spasmed, as if she were bound and tightly restrained by countless invisible shackles, unable to move an inch.

The hairpin, which was poised to strike, now hangs suspended in mid-air, as if held in place by a powerful force, unable to move forward even an inch.

Not only that, she was horrified to find that her whole body was as stiff as stone. Not only could she not complete the assassination, but even a single finger was as if it had been welded to the spot, unable to move an inch. It was as if she had been subjected to a strange immobilization spell, instantly turning into a lifeless statue.

He Yuzhu noticed something unusual on his neck and instantly became alert, like a cheetah that had smelled danger.

He quickly reached out and grabbed the Nanyang girl's wrist. Her slender wrist was clamped in his strong hand as if by iron clamps, unable to move.

He Yuzhu let out a low, cold laugh, tinged with smugness and ease. He calmly climbed off the Southeast Asian woman, his movements as elegant as a nobleman's, his every gesture exuding the composure of a seasoned veteran.

Then, with a slight effort, he easily snatched the hairpin from the Nanyang girl's tight grip. He Yuzhu squinted, brought the hairpin to his eyes, and examined it carefully in the dim light.

He noticed a faint glow emanating from the tip of the hairpin, and based on his extensive experience and knowledge, he instantly determined that the hairpin was coated with a deadly poison.

If I hadn't reacted quickly, or hesitated even slightly, I would probably have already succumbed to the poison and died; the consequences would have been unimaginable.

The Southeast Asian girl's eyes seemed to be spitting out scorching flames as she glared fiercely at He Yuzhu. Deep within her eyes, anger surged like a raging tide, mixed with an undisguised fear, like a lone boat in a storm.

He Yuzhu seemed oblivious to her piercing gaze, his expression focused and cautious. He gently picked up the hairpin, his movements delicate yet full of care, and then placed it into his own special space, a space that seemed to hold many unknown secrets.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned down slightly, his hands moving like nimble yet steady fish, and began to carefully examine the Nanyang girl's hair. He patiently combed every strand, leaving no gap where danger might be hidden.

After checking her hair, he turned his attention to the clothes the Southeast Asian girl had taken off, unfolding and shaking them one by one, scrutinizing every inch of fabric, not letting go of any corner that might be hiding danger.

After a thorough inspection, he slowly straightened up, let out a long sigh, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

He Yuzhu frowned, his eyes like cold stars, carefully scrutinizing the graceful, exotic-looking Southeast Asian woman before him.

The fleeting, romantic thoughts that had just crossed his mind had vanished without a trace, like smoke. Alarm bells rang in his mind, realizing that things were far more complicated than they seemed.

In the seemingly calm and peaceful Haojiang, someone dared to attempt to take his life.

Without further hesitation, He Yuzhu suddenly stretched out his strong arms, lifted the Nanyang girl up like a chick, and strode towards the bedroom.

Each step was steady yet rapid, the floor trembling slightly beneath his feet. Just as he was preparing to take further action and investigate the conspiracy behind it all, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning:

If he himself had become an assassination target, what about Huo Yingdong, who was his close friend and lived next door?

Could he also be in danger, facing the same deadly threat?

Huo Yingdong is usually adept at navigating the business world of Macau, which inevitably makes him many enemies. Now that he himself has encountered misfortune, the safety of his neighbor is truly worrying.

He Yuzhu has already entered the realm of Embracing the Core, his aura is restrained yet faintly exudes a powerful force, and his martial arts skills can be described as reaching the pinnacle.

The subtle anomaly of the Nanyang girl might have gone unnoticed by the others due to their limited experience and lack of perception. However, for a master like He Yuzhu with extraordinary insight, that slight abnormality was like a bright shooting star streaking across the night sky, and there was absolutely no way it could escape his eyes.

In contrast, Huo Yingdong had practiced internal strength kung fu for many years and had made a name for himself in the martial arts world. He could use his skills to intimidate villains when he traveled around. But when it came to competing with a true master like He Yuzhu, who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

Although his kung fu skills are commendable, his defense and response methods appear extremely weak when facing the fierce and unpredictable attacks of top masters.

If a hidden assassin were to suddenly attack him at this moment, with his strength, he would find it difficult to defend himself and could be in dire straits in an instant.

Just then, a faint fighting sound, like the low howl of a wild cat in the dead of night, drifted from next door.

He Yuzhu suddenly stiffened, instantly calming his mind. His aura solidified into a tangible form, and his powerful spiritual energy surged forth like a tidal wave.

In an instant, the scene in the next room appeared in his mind as clearly as a movie: Huo Yingdong was engaged in a fierce battle with a burly man.

The burly man wielded two swords, their blades gleaming coldly. Each swing produced a sharp, piercing wind, his moves ruthless and fierce, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, relentlessly pressing forward until Huo Yingdong was utterly powerless to retaliate.

Huo Yingdong was caught off guard and had nothing to do. He could only rely on his agility to hide and dodge around the room, staggering and looking quite disheveled.

Seeing this, the big man launched an even fiercer attack, wielding his twin swords so tightly that the blades intertwined to form a shimmering net.

Suddenly, the burly man seized the opportunity, roared, and swung his short knife straight at Huo Yingdong's neck with the force of a whirlwind.

Huo Yingdong couldn't dodge in time, his face instantly turning deathly pale, his eyes filled with despair. He Yuzhu, watching from next door, was extremely anxious, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and soaking his collar.

Logically speaking, even if he immediately crashed through the wall and rushed over, given the distance and the speed at which the big man attacked, he wouldn't have had enough time to save Huo Yingdong.

Life and death hang in the balance. At this critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck He Yuzhu, and a bold and risky plan emerged.

Chapter 559 Conspiracy

At this critical moment, He Yuzhu's aura suddenly changed, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his powerful spiritual energy surged and gathered like water bursting a dam, quickly condensing into a small, transparent hand in his palm that was illusory yet exuded a sharp aura.

This hand, formed from spiritual energy, appeared invisible, yet contained terrifying power. With lightning speed far exceeding that of ordinary people, it sped toward the assailant.

In terms of strength, He Yuzhu has many methods, and taking the life of this villain would be as easy as turning his hand.

With his powerful telekinesis, he could instantly manipulate surrounding objects such as tables, chairs, and stones, inserting them into the stomach of criminals with the precision of cannonballs, causing their internal organs to shatter instantly.

But He Yuzhu knew that in the current situation, figuring out the origins of these two thugs was far more important than simply eliminating them.

Only by knowing who is behind this can we resolve this crisis at its root.

With his mind made up, He Yuzhu manipulated his mental power hand, skillfully avoiding vital points as he approached the assailant, and gently pinched towards the assailant's heart.

This seemingly gentle squeeze was like triggering a powerful mechanism.

In an instant, the thug's originally rosy face turned as black as ink, as if it had been corroded by a deadly poison.

His body began to shake violently uncontrollably, his legs went weak, and his once agile movements froze instantly, as if time had been paused for him at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, like a puppet with its strings cut, he fell straight to the ground, crashing heavily and raising a cloud of dust.

Huo Yingdong stared at the scene, his eyes wide open, his face filled with undisguised astonishment.

The thug who had been baring his teeth and brandishing his claws and acting extremely fiercely suddenly collapsed without warning. This change was so abrupt that it left him speechless for a moment, unable to understand the reason behind it.

But he was a seasoned veteran, and his inherent courage and alertness were instantly triggered in this critical moment. He didn't have time to think things through before his body reacted.

He moved with lightning speed, rushing forward and taking a single step to reach the assailant. With lightning speed, his hands, like pincers, precisely snatched the two gleaming knives from the assailant's hands.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed the blade tightly against the assailant's neck, then pressed his knee down hard, pinning the assailant under his knee and rendering him completely immobile.

At this moment, Huo Yingdong's eyes revealed a chilling determination, like an unshakeable war god, firmly in control of the situation.

He Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Huo Yingdong successfully resolve the crisis. He took a deep breath and took out a bundle of specially made ropes from his mysterious space.

The rope was inlaid with strong steel wire, making it very secure. He Yuzhu skillfully bound the Nanyang girl inside the room, tying each knot tightly to ensure she could not escape.

After finishing these tasks, He Yuzhu wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked out of the room. The corridor was deathly silent; the waiters who should have been on duty were nowhere to be seen, and an eerie atmosphere permeated the air.

He Yuzhu didn't pay much attention and went straight to the next room, knocking on the door.

"Old Huo, it's me!"

He Yuzhu called out in a low voice.