Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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Upon hearing this news, He Yuzhu seemed struck by lightning. A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, and he feigned shock, widening his eyes and unconsciously raising his voice as he repeated, "Sudden heart attack? Dead?"

His tone was full of feigned disbelief.

Seeing this, the subordinate next to him quickly stepped forward and eagerly chimed in, "Yes, when we first received the news, we were all stunned and couldn't believe it no matter what. We verified it with all parties several times, and even checked the calendar to confirm before we dared to be sure it wasn't an April Fool's joke."

As he spoke, the subordinate still wore a look of relief, as if he had survived a disaster.

He Yuzhu frowned and continued to press for specific details about Gao Kening's death, such as when she was discovered and whether there was a doctor's diagnosis certificate.

Everyone answered respectfully, one by one.

After listening, He Yuzhu nodded slightly, and a look of barely believing appeared on his face.

In fact, only he himself knew perfectly well that Gao Kening's death was something he had planned all along. From arranging the timing to carrying out the action, every step was precise and flawless, so how could an accident have occurred?

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile that was hard for others to detect. He thought to himself that this stumbling block in his way had finally been kicked away, and now his carefully laid plan could finally proceed more smoothly without any obstacles.

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight, like silk threads, gently filtered through the sheer curtains and quietly fell upon the courtyard of the European-style villa.

A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying the faint fragrance of the blooming roses in the courtyard, bringing a refreshing and pleasant atmosphere.

The group sat neatly around the elegantly decorated restaurant, enjoying a sumptuous breakfast that had been carefully prepared.

On the dining table, golden and tempting fried eggs are served on a silver plate, freshly baked bread is steaming hot and exudes the aroma of wheat, a crystal fruit platter is piled high with brightly colored fresh fruit, and a rich and aromatic coffee is slowly steaming in an elegant coffee pot.

Everyone wore seemingly cheerful expressions, with slight upturns at the corners of their mouths, chatting softly about trivial daily matters, the sound of spoons clinking against plates softly and rhythmically.

However, everyone knows perfectly well that this seemingly relaxed and comfortable atmosphere is nothing but a false facade.

After all, things have only progressed halfway, and there are still many unknowns ahead. Larger and more intractable challenges may be lurking in the shadows, like a lurking beast, waiting to deliver a fatal blow.

He had previously devoted a great deal of time and energy, like a meticulous historian, to in-depth research on the Fu Laorong family and the Gao Kening family.

He immersed himself in a vast sea of ​​data, meticulously tracing the distribution of the family business, examining everything from prime properties in bustling districts to factories and workshops in remote areas; he deeply analyzed the operating styles of family members, whether they were adept at maneuvering and strategizing or steady and methodical; he explored their rise in the Macau business world, from the initial struggles in the business world to their expansion after establishing a foothold, leaving no stone unturned.

He knows everything by heart, no matter how small.

After a meticulous comparison and analysis, as precise as a fine instrument, repeatedly verifying everything from the detailed accounts of the asset registration to the actual situation of the industry's operation, he became certain that this location was not within their asset portfolio.

Upon careful consideration, He Yuzhu couldn't help but sigh. Deep down, he could understand Gao Kening's actions.

After sending people to carry out the assassination and attack, Gao Kening must have known that the other party would not let it go and would definitely retaliate.

If I were in such a dangerous situation, I would definitely plan ahead and make thorough preparations to deal with the attack.

Among the many preventative measures, changing residences is undoubtedly the simplest and most effective method.

Once the new address is changed, it becomes difficult for the other party's informants to get the news immediately. This gives you more time to strengthen your security defenses and buys you valuable room to maneuver.

This seemingly simple action is actually a self-preservation measure to survive in a complex and dangerous environment, demonstrating wisdom and strategy for survival.

He Yuzhu's eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of admiration. He knew that Gao Kening's ability to stand firm in the unpredictable and turbulent business world was by no means accidental.

Gao Kening is also a meticulous and shrewd character. Every move she makes is steady and precise. In this bloodless business war, she is by no means an ordinary person who can be easily manipulated or dealt with.

But these obstacles could not stop him in the slightest. He came here with the mission of uncovering all the mysteries and revealing the truth to the world.

He knew that every step he took was crucial to the outcome of the matter and could not be taken lightly.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, and carefully straightened his clothes, making sure every wrinkle was smoothed out and his appearance was in the most presentable state.

Then, he straightened his back and walked steadily and powerfully toward the gate of the courtyard.

Behind that tightly closed door, an adventure full of unknowns and challenges is about to slowly unfold its mysterious curtain.

In this ever-changing and unpredictable world, a seemingly absurd yet subtly wise rule for survival quietly circulates: as long as I can change my identity quickly, the other party won't be able to find me.

This principle is like a mysterious ancient secret code of the martial arts world. In a world full of dangers and scheming, it is regarded by many as the best way to survive in the cracks.

In this world full of unknowns and dangers, various forces are engaged in open and covert struggles, with undercurrents surging.

For those unfortunate enough to be caught in the center of the vortex, being watched like hungry wolves by various forces, constantly changing their position is like a nimble prey in a dark, deep, and dangerous jungle, constantly changing its hiding place, trying its best to escape the hunter's ghostly pursuit, struggling on the edge of life and death, seeking that fleeting glimmer of hope, even if it is just a brief respite, it is regarded as a precious gift.

Unfortunately, there was a man named He Yuzhu who was no ordinary person.

His mind is like a finely woven spider web; no slightest movement can escape his observation. His methods are unfathomable and elusive.

From the very beginning of this turbulent and thrilling contest with Gao Kening, He Yuzhu, with his extraordinary strategic thinking, had already prepared a backup plan.

He was an expert in the art of divination and, using a very special and little-known method, quietly marked Gao Kening without her noticing.

This mark, like an invisible yet resilient thread, carries a mysterious and powerful force, tightly connecting Gao Kening to him.

After that, no matter how carefully Gao Kening changed his hiding place, he hid in the intricate streets and alleys of Haojiang, his whereabouts as ghostly as ever.

But as long as he had not yet stepped out of the land of Haojiang, it was as if he had been subjected to a powerful immobilization spell. Under He Yuzhu's unique perception system built on the art of Qimen, he had nowhere to hide and every move he made was seen.

Time flies like an arrow; before we knew it, the hands of the clock had quietly and mercilessly crossed midnight.

At this moment, He Yuzhu is in a high-end residential area.

The nights here are as still as a sleeping ancient beast, with all sounds utterly silent.

Neat rows of streetlights line both sides of the street, emitting a dim and soft glow, much like the faint stars twinkling in the night sky, doing their best to illuminate this small corner of the world beneath our feet.

A gentle breeze occasionally rustled the leaves of the trees along the roadside, as if whispering the mysterious stories of the night. This sound did not break the tranquility of the night; on the contrary, it added to the peaceful atmosphere of the night.

The windows of every household were completely covered by heavy curtains.

It's as if behind every window lies a secret that the people inside don't want the outside world to know.

Chapter 599

Curtains are like loyal guardians, protecting these secrets from being spied on by the outside world.

He Yuzhu was driving a brand new black car with sleek lines.

It glides slowly along the quiet residential roads, the tires making a soft rustling sound as they rub against the ground.

His eyes were like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, sharp and stern.

His eyes scanned the surroundings with keen eyes, not missing a single movement.

He could keenly observe even the slightest movement of a leaf.

When the car was a safe distance from the house where Gao Kening lived, He Yuzhu steadily stepped on the brakes, and the vehicle slowly came to a stop.

He raised his hand and gently pressed the door handle. The car door opened silently, the movement as slow as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping night.

When he got off the bus, his movements were as light as a cat slithering in the dark, and his feet landed almost without making a sound.

Immediately afterwards, he slightly bent his knees, ready to unleash his power. In an instant, a surge of surging power seemed to burst forth from his body, like a volcano about to erupt.

With a low shout, his body shot up like a black lightning bolt, landing steadily on a large, leafy tree nearby in an instant.

The thick branch trembled violently under his weight, its leaves rustling as if marveling at the sudden, powerful force.

But soon, everything returned to calm, as if it had all been an illusion.

He stood upright on the thick branch, his figure as straight as a pine tree, exuding an invisible yet intimidating majesty, just like a majestic war god descending.

In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished like smoke, and in an instant, he appeared steadily on a nearby rooftop.

He completely disregarded the ordinary path below, which was only chosen by mortals.

At this moment, he was like a ghost hidden in the dark night, using his extraordinary skills to quickly dart across the undulating rooftops.

Each flash of his figure was accompanied by a faint yet clearly audible gust of wind, which seemed to be the mysterious night's heartfelt praise for his extraordinary skills, or a cheering melody specially played by the unseen forces for his mission.

With this ghostly speed, he soon arrived quietly on the roof of the house where Gao Kening was currently living.

This is a three-and-a-half-story house with a unique design that stands out like a crane among chickens in this monotonous residential area, attracting much attention.

The rooftop attic, like a mysterious crown to the building, is hidden under the cover of night.

Inside the attic, two figures could be vaguely seen, standing guard like loyal sentinels.

The dim, yellowish light flickered around them, as if bewitched by ghosts, making their figures sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if they might disappear into the darkness at any moment.

Their eyes were wide open, like copper bells, fixed intently on the winding road outside, every inch of their skin taut, their expressions tense and vigilant.

Even the rustling of leaves in the roadside breeze or the barking of dogs in the distance would instantly put them on high alert, like frightened birds, ready to face any slight disturbance as if facing a formidable enemy.

The weapon gripped tightly in his hand gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the pale moonlight, its chill seemingly penetrating the air and reaching straight to the heart, as if whispering a tale of impending danger.

However, they were completely unaware that danger, like a lurking ghost in the shadows, had crept up on them stealthily. They remained oblivious, focused intently on what lay ahead, oblivious to the perilous danger lurking behind them.

He Yuzhu crouched low and silently climbed up to the edge of the roof.

The moonlight outlined his resolute silhouette. His eyes were sharp as he lay lurking in the shadows, like a seasoned hunter who knew the laws of the jungle well, holding his breath and not missing a single sound, keenly capturing the traces of his prey.

After observing for a long time and confirming that the time was right, he tensed his muscles and instantly rose into the air. His movements were fluid and graceful, like a black lightning bolt, as he swiftly slid down the rough outer wall.

His skillful climbing technique made it seem as if he was born to be one with the night. Every movement was honed through countless trials, precise and fluid, and he finally landed steadily on the balcony.

On the balcony, several potted plants, neglected and withered, trembled in the night wind, their leaves rustling against each other, making a soft sobbing sound, as if they were weeping softly, or perhaps sighing at the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Without pausing, He Yuzhu's gaze was firm and resolute. Under the cover of night, his figure flashed again, like a ghost, and instantly disappeared into the house, leaving only the empty balcony, silently telling the story of what had just happened in the quiet night.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, a rich and mellow aroma of wine, mingled with wisps of night, instantly filled the air.

The candles inside had long been extinguished, and the moonlight struggled to penetrate the heavy curtains, casting a few rays of light onto the messy table, where empty wine jars and half-full wine glasses were scattered haphazardly, clearly indicating that Gao Kening had drunk heavily before going to bed.

The aroma of wine in the air was like a silent melody, seemingly telling of Gao Kening's relaxation and comfort after dominating the business world during the day. Little did she know that danger, like a vicious wolf lurking in the darkness, was quietly approaching.

He Yuzhu crouched low and stepped lightly into the room, his gaze falling directly on the carved bed.