I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 331: Incredible News

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Incredible News

Listening to Xiao Feng finish, you and Wu Qiyi exchange a glance, suddenly feeling that this madman’s words really seem to make sense.

"Maybe, possibly, should be just like that," you say to Wu Qiyi.

Wu Qiyi also nods, "When I was little, I heard my mother mention, she said she didn’t want to repeat the same mistake, to marry a man she didn’t love like my grandmother did; and every year on Reunion Night, my grandmother would stand on the hill, gazing steadily at the southern sky."

"Reunion Night?" You’re startled, then you say, "Isn’t that Grandpa En’s birthday and memorial day?"

Xiao Feng snaps his fingers, "Alright, that matter is straightened out; now, next, we have to study that son of a bitch Cen Jinghua."

"What’s there to study about that kind of person? I’ll just find a few guys to bury him alive, then go all out against the Cen Family. In less than half a year, the Cen Family will disappear from the upper echelons of society."

Hearing Wu Qiyi’s words, even Xiao Feng, who is driving, can’t help but give her a thumbs-up, laughing, "Really the reincarnation of an Empress, so domineering, majestic, and badass!"

"Can we do without that last word?" Wu Qiyi is also somewhat helpless towards this harmful friend.

"Hehe, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue," Xiao Feng continues, "But I understand Little Yunyun, with his nature he definitely won’t let you make a move. First this Young Marshall covets you, then he goes looking for death by confronting Little Yunyun, so there’s no reason not to torture him properly. But how to torture, in what way to torture, that’s the question?"

The car falls silent, you slowly close your eyes, as if pondering, as if meditating.

Wu Qiyi and Xiao Feng look at each other, neither disturbing you, because they know that when you show such a posture and expression, it means you are really seriously considering the matter.

Over half an hour later, in a five-star hotel named Yaojiang, Zong Wangyue yawns as he sits up in bed.

He tousles his messy hair, glances at the disheveled bedding and sees several lipstick marks on the white pillow, and beneath the white quilt hiding a tempting and delicious body.

Zong Wangyue pats his chubby chest, then not forgetting the woman sleeping behind him, pats her as well, saying with a smile, "Hehe, the Boss’s Yuanqi Pill is really effective. I, as the young master, can go hundreds of rounds and still be full of essence energy."

While talking, Zong Wangyue suddenly hears a woman’s gasp from outside the door!

"Don’t, don’t!"

"Slut, roll in here!"

After a man’s scolding, follows a heavy slamming of the door—"Bang!"

Eh, S-M so early in the morning?

Zong Wangyue’s mother is the chief editor of a magazine, besides women’s fashion magazines, there’s also a tabloid under her. He naturally inherited his mom’s gossipy nature, having an immense desire to pry into others’ privacy.

Thinking this, Zong Wangyue can’t help but press his ear against the wall.

"Taoist Priest, Taoist Priest! I beg you, let us go! Whatever money you want, we will find a way to raise it for you!"

"Hmph, money? Taoist here will have three hundred million once this job for the Young Marshall is done, making Wu Qiyi madly fall in love with the Young Marshall. Do you know the concept of three hundred million? I could burn ten thousand a day until I die, and it won’t run out!"

Hearing this, Zong Wangyue sneers, "Sculpted Silk is just Sculpted Silk, ten thousand to some people is like one yuan. Huh? Wait a minute!"

Zong Wangyue realizes something isn’t right, he rubs his head vigorously, pondering over the Taoist’s words again, "That Taoist said he’s working for the Young Marshall, who will give him three hundred million. Ah, what was it for? I think it was to make Wu Qiyi fall in love with the Young Marshall, Wu Qiyi?"

When he first mutters "Wu Qiyi," Zong Wangyue hasn’t quite caught on.

"Wu Qiyi!" Suddenly startled, Zong Wangyue almost jumps up, "Fuck! I might have heard some serious news!"

Without thinking, Zong Wangyue immediately rushes to the bedside table to grab his phone and dials your number.

At this moment, you have just finished handling the cancellation procedure and are about to get into the car when your phone in your pocket rings.

Seeing it’s a call from Zong Wangyue, you can’t help but laugh at Xiao Feng, "Zongzi calling me now, he probably wants more Yuanqi Pills again. This guy seemed to be playing a threesome last night at the hotel."

"Ahem." Xi Yu coughs lightly beside you, saying, "Master Li, please use proper language."

Wu Qiyi also side-eyes you with disdain, saying lightly, "Men are no good."

"Hey, that’s a bit of a wide sweep with that map gun!"

Xiao Feng quickly protests, distancing a few steps from you, saying to Wu Qiyi and the other women, "I’m not like Mr. Li, coveting the next best thing; Brother here is sincerely devoted to Lele alone."

You give Xiao Feng a disdainful look, pull out your phone, and say to Zong Wangyue, "Zongzi, I told you yesterday, those two Yuanqi Pills were a gift, after this, you have to buy them."

"This guy’s still a miser, even scamming his own brother," Xiao Feng scorns from the side.

Hearing this, you abruptly step forward and hook Xiao Feng over with a "Dragon Head Button", squeezing him tightly against your waist.

The two of you are just messing around when from the phone comes Zong Wangyue’s agitated voice, "Boss, big trouble. That mixed race from the Cen Family is planning to harm the sister-in-law!"

"What?"

You and Xiao Feng stop at once, your faces naturally showing surprise.

"Don’t panic; tell me exactly what happened."

"It’s like this—I’m at the hotel right now. Just overheard some commotion coming from next door, so I eavesdropped a bit. There’s probably a Taoist next door, toying with two women. He calls himself a Taoist Godfather, saying the Young Marshall promised him, as long as he makes the Goddess Wu madly fall in love with the Young Marshall, he’ll get a payment of three hundred million."

"Fuck! We can’t let this pass, let’s go and crush that son of a bitch!" Xiao Feng immediately jumps to his feet.

Whereas your face turns ominously dark, you ask coldly, "Where are you now?"

"I’m in Yaojiang, Room 2080, the Taoist Priest is next door torturing two women, that guy’s probably a pervert too, torturing the women until they’re screaming."

"Zongzi, listen."

"Yeah!"

"We’ll be there in fifteen minutes, by all means, don’t let that Taoist Priest leave."

Zong Wangyue nods fiercely, "Boss, don’t worry!"

You think for a moment, then say, "That Taoist Priest is powerful, and if you really face off against him, you probably won’t be a match. I’ll teach you a tactic now; use your judgment on whether to apply it."

"Okay."

"You played a threesome last night, right?"