Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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As luck would have it, Lin Wanting came to him, like a pillow offered to someone who was sleepy. So he decided to treat her like a maid and train her properly, from her words and actions to her conduct, in every little detail, so that she would be completely convinced and submit to him.

The anger in Lin Wanting's heart almost burned her up completely.

She comes from a prominent family on Luzon Island, whose businesses are deeply intertwined, ranging from bustling commercial centers to plantations in remote areas. Their influence is so great that the earth trembles when they stomp their feet in the local area.

As the most pampered young lady in the family, she was pampered and spoiled since childhood, with everything done for her and living a life of extreme luxury.

The elders in her family had high hopes for her. After careful selection, they sent her to Zhao Yunhai to learn martial arts, hoping that she could acquire skills and bring honor to the family.

Who could have predicted that a single moment of carelessness would cause the gears of fate to suddenly turn?

Now, she is treated like a maid by He Yuzhu, with no dignity whatsoever.

As the saying goes, when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Although the resentment in her heart was like a surging wave, repeatedly crashing against the dam of reason, Lin Wanting knew that she must not act rashly.

She recalled yesterday, when her first assassination attempt on He Yuzhu ended in failure.

Tonight, she mustered her courage once again, gripped the dagger, and attempted to carry out another assassination, but failed once more.

She knew perfectly well that He Yuzhu seemed magnanimous and had already let her go twice, but if there was a third time, given He Yuzhu's methods, her life would surely be in danger.

This assassination attempt has failed again, and from now on he will probably have no choice but to stay obediently by He Yuzhu's side.

As for whether she will ultimately remain by his side as a partner or become a maid at his beck and call, it is all up to He Yuzhu to decide; she has no say in the matter.

Just then, Lin Wanting's intense curiosity, like bamboo shoots bursting forth after a spring rain, grew uncontrollably and became irrepressible.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice tinged with shyness yet filled with eagerness, and asked, "How many women are there in your household?"

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu's relaxed brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his deep eyes. Without hesitation, he asked, "Why are you asking about this?"

But when he looked up, he saw Lin Wanting's expectant face, her bright eyes full of curiosity and longing, like stars twinkling in the night sky, yearning for the unknown answer.

He Yuzhu paused for a moment, then replied calmly but with a hint of certainty, "About twenty or thirty people. From now on, they will all be your masters."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting was struck as if by lightning, and couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, "Ah... so many?"

In an instant, a group of women's figures flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, some elegant and noble, some gentle and charming, some cold and aloof. But no matter what they looked like, she could hardly imagine how she would deal with so many mistresses.

A profound sense of powerlessness, like a surging tide, instantly overwhelmed her heart.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a teasing smile, and he said leisurely, "Therefore, you'll have to work even harder in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting, who had still harbored a glimmer of hope, felt her heart sink like a kite with a broken string, instantly plummeting to the bottom of the valley.

Her face was full of sorrow, as if shrouded in a thick, persistent gloom.

Faced with such a large number of masters of high status, how should one serve them carefully and properly so as not to give them any leverage or cause trouble?

This series of questions, like a tangled mess, swirled around in her mind, leaving her feeling confused and at a loss.

Meanwhile, while things seemed calm and peaceful at the villa, Gao Kening, far away in another secret hideout, was like a frightened bird, terrified out of his wits.

The first two assassins she sent out were both masters of hidden strength in the martial arts world, and their assassination methods were ruthless. They had never failed in their previous missions.

Before embarking on this mission to assassinate He Yuzhu, they were full of confidence, but now it seems to have vanished without a trace, with no word from them whatsoever.

Gao Kening was full of suspicion, but how could he not know what this meant?

But she still held onto a sliver of hope, gritted her teeth, and sent out two more powerful and top-tier experts who had reached the Transformation Realm.

These two were renowned in the martial arts world and had never made a mistake in their attacks. Gao Kening had thought he would definitely succeed this time.

However, as time passed, all that remained was silence, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, vanishing without a trace.

Gao Kening sat in the dimly lit room, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Without needing to guess too much, she knew in her heart that the two must have also met with misfortune, fallen into enemy hands, and were trapped in that dangerous place, unable to escape and return.

The series of defeats were like heavy blows to Gao Kening's heart.

She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles; the fear and unease in her heart were like a surging tide, one wave after another, which she could no longer suppress.

She paced back and forth in the room, her steps hurried and flustered, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

After much deliberation, Gao Kening made a decisive move and quickly dialed Fu Laorong's number.

The moment the call connected, her voice trembled as she recounted the terrible situation to Fu Laorong.

As night fell and the city was shrouded in darkness, Gao Kening knew that danger was imminent.

Under the cover of night, she hurriedly packed her luggage, her movements flustered and rushed, her eyes filled with vigilance and unease.

She feared that the other party would use the intelligence they had gathered to track her down and carry out a deadly assassination.

Before long, she and a few followers quietly left their hiding place under the cover of night, heading to a more secluded location in hopes of escaping the impending crisis.

The next morning, the warm golden sunlight, like fine gold leaf, filtered through the tiny gaps in the curtains, gently spilling into the quiet room like silk threads.

He Yuzhu slowly woke up, his body first curled up slightly, then suddenly stretched out, giving a big, satisfying yawn. With the movement, his bones made a series of soft "crackling" sounds, as if joyfully announcing the start of a new day.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked tenderly at Lin Wanting, who was still fast asleep beside him.

At this moment, her face was as rosy as a peach blossom in spring, her breathing was steady and even, like ripples on a calm lake, and there was a faint smile on her lips, as if she were in a sweet dream, a dream in which there was beauty that belonged only to her.

He Yuzhu's lips unconsciously curled up slightly, revealing a smile full of doting affection, a smile that contained endless tenderness.

He reached out, his movements as gentle as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping butterfly, and gently nudged Lin Wanting. At the same time, he spoke softly, as if a gentle breeze was brushing against her ear, "Wake up, you little sleepyhead! What time is it? You're still sleeping."

Awakened by the gentle movements and sounds, Lin Wanting grumbled in dissatisfaction. Her voice was soft and sweet, as if coated with honey, and still carried a strong, lingering sleepiness: "Oh, I'm so sleepy, can I sleep a little longer?"

Even so, she slowly opened her eyes, like a morning flower slowly blooming. Her eyes were still sleepy, and a trace of confusion remained in them as she stared straight at He Yuzhu.

Seeing Lin Wanting slowly wake up, He Yuzhu smiled and his eyes were full of laughter, with a gentle urging: "Hey, you little lazybones, don't linger in bed, hurry up and get up to wash up."

Lin Wanting, still half-asleep, reluctantly nodded and sat up in bed with her hair disheveled.

Her movements were as slow as a slow-motion scene in a movie, her body swaying as if she were stepping on soft clouds rather than solid ground, or like a drunkard, she staggered toward the bathroom to wash up.

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu was a step ahead of her, walking briskly out of the bedroom and down the stairs with steady, powerful steps, heading straight downstairs.

As he stepped into the spacious and bright living room, he immediately saw Du Guanghe already waiting there quietly.

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Du Guanghe stood tall and straight, a meaningful smile on his face.

His eyes were bright and piercing, sparkling with excitement, like a child about to welcome a grand celebration, or a treasure hunter who had discovered a treasure, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

It was as if they were carrying some momentous, earth-shattering joy.

He Yuzhu quickly stepped forward, his expression full of concern, and asked softly, "Old Du, how's your energy level? How are you recovering? How are you feeling?"

Upon hearing this, Du Guanghe threw his head back and laughed heartily, his cheerful laughter echoing throughout the living room.

Then he answered, "Oh, Zhu Zi, I feel like I'm almost at the pinnacle, reaching the peak of perfection."

"That feeling is like standing at the very top of a towering mountain range, with no higher peaks to climb and the road ahead coming to an end, with no way to take another step forward."

"Now, every time I circulate my internal energy, I can clearly feel a tremendous power surging and surging within my body, like raging waves crashing against the shore."

"But it's like being blocked by an invisible and intangible barrier, no matter how hard you try, it's hard to break through, which is really frustrating and helpless."

After listening, He Yuzhu nodded slowly, his expression solemn, and his tone carrying a hint of agreement: "Yes, this situation can indeed be considered a manifestation of being at one's peak."

"In this ever-changing world of martial arts, reaching this level is extremely difficult. However..."

At this point, he seemed to have an invisible thread wrapped around his throat, and paused slightly.

His gaze seemed to pierce through everything before him, looking into the distant and unknown depths, revealing a hint of unspeakable worry.

After a moment, he let out a long sigh before speaking, his voice unconsciously lowering a few decibels, full of concern: "Old Du, we've known each other for many years, and there are some things I have to say."

"You are now over forty years old, and the merciless knife of time has already left its mark on your body."

"All bodily functions, like the withering grass and trees in autumn, inevitably decline."

"As I get older, my body's recovery ability is not as good as it used to be. In the past, after an injury, I could recover quickly with a little rest, but now it takes several times longer."

"The boundless energy I once had has gradually been replaced by exhaustion."

"Breaking through from the Transformation Realm to the Core Formation Realm is not something that can be done easily."

"The leap to this realm is like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate. It requires not only the accumulation of profound inner strength, but also dedicated cultivation day after day and year after year, accumulating bit by bit."

"It also requires that serendipitous opportunity, perhaps a miraculous encounter, or perhaps guidance from a master."

"It requires an extremely profound understanding of martial arts, to comprehend the ultimate principles of the universe from every move."

"Even if you were given eight or ten years, based on my years of experience in the business world, the chances of success would be extremely slim."

However, He Yuzhu suddenly changed the subject, straightened his back like a javelin, and looked arrogant.

Those eyes gleamed with an undeniable light.

He tilted his head slightly, as if standing at the pinnacle of the world, and continued confidently, "Of course, if one day you are fortunate enough to reach the Core Formation Realm, I am also fully confident that I can easily defeat you."

"I have studied this path of cultivation for many years, and have gone through countless hardships and dangers. The foundation I have accumulated is beyond what ordinary people can match."

"Whether it's exquisite martial arts techniques or unparalleled skills, I can handle them all with ease. My strength is not to be underestimated!"

After saying that, he raised the corners of his mouth, forming a slightly mocking arc, and winked at Du Guanghe.

The smug look on his face suggested that he had no equal in the world, and his aura was so powerful that it seemed to scorch the surrounding air.