I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 554 The Entangled Foreigner

Chapter 554: Chapter 554 The Entangled Foreigner

"Alright!"

Zong Wangyue jumped up happily, his originally pale face flushed with color.

That being said, Zong Wangyue himself didn’t care whether Qiu Ju and Dongxue were virgin maidens or not; his family was very open-minded and never inquired about their past. They had long since come to regard the two sisters as their own children.

However, Qiu Ju and Dongxue thought differently. After all, they had once been Cen Jinghua’s tools for sexual release, a knot in their hearts that was difficult to untangle. If you could restore their bodies, allowing them to feel the pain of virginity anew with Zong Wangyue, perhaps that mental knot would loosen.

"Zhao’er, Zhao’er! You really are here!" Yin Guihua suddenly rushed in from outside, panting as she reached you and Zhao’er, "My god, how can you sit here eating breakfast as if nothing happened! The whole school is buzzing with gossip about you and Li Muyun!"

"Is it that serious?" you looked up and asked Yin Guihua.

"Duh!" Yin Guihua glared at you, "At the very least you are the head of the club, couldn’t you take Zhao’er out to book a room? Had to do something exciting in the dorm, and now the whole school knows! Maybe in a moment, the Academic Affairs Office will send down a punishment notice!"

You shrugged, showing an indifferent expression on your face, much like Zhao’er’s.

"Hey! I’m talking to you, Li Muyun, you better think of something fast!"

You lifted your head and looked towards Lei Jianhua.

Lei Jianhua, having heard Yin Guihua’s words, had already taken a small notebook out of his pocket, along with his signature Parker Pen.

As you looked up, Lei Jianhua had already picked up the Parker Pen and written in the notebook with blue ink—Make the whole school’s teachers and students forget that Li Muyun and Li Zhao slept in the same dorm last night.

In no more than three seconds, the characters written with blue ink slowly disappeared.

"Huh? How come I’m here?" Yin Guihua looked around with a bewildered face, clearly having forgotten everything that had just transpired.

Just in time, Zhao’er had finished her meal. She stood up and said to Yin Guihua, "It’s time for class, let’s go."

"Oh, okay."

Yin Guihua nodded, and as she and Zhao’er reached the door, she suddenly thought of something, turned around sharply, and asked you, "Hey, Li Muyun, do you know where Fan Yi has been lately? I haven’t seen her since New Year’s Eve and the first day of the Lunar New Year."

You frowned upon hearing Yin Guihua’s words; the Empress actually spent last New Year’s Eve with Fan Yi’s family!

"Guihua, last New Year’s Eve, did Fan Yi really go home for the holiday?"

"Of course, I even stayed up late with her."

"She’s over 1500 years old and still staying up late for what?" Yang Kai muttered under his breath.

You looked towards Yin Guihua and asked, "Did she say anything to you?"

Yin Guihua thought for a while, then shook her head, "No, just some family chit-chat. I even asked her if she would come back to school this term, but her answer was non-committal."

You nodded slightly, "I don’t know what she’s up to either; maybe she’s learning something in Yamato. When I see her some time, I’ll mention you."

"Hmm."

Yin Guihua nodded, took Zhao’er’s hand, and ran out.

Perhaps because Zhao’er and Fan Yi’s faces bore a resemblance of about seventy percent, Yin Guihua usually spent more time with Zhao’er, and in school, apart from the girls from the Detective Agency, including Wu Qiyi, it was Yin Guihua who Zhao’er was closer to.

"All right, we’ve eaten our fill, now off to work."

You patted your hands and stood up, heading for the door.

"Boss, I haven’t eaten yet," Zong Wangyue looked at you with a face full of misery.

Glancing at Zong Wangyue’s belly full of fat, you said with a laugh, "With that belly of yours, you have enough energy to last you a month. Let’s go, which is more important, your wife or your meal?"

"Of course, my wife is more important!"

Zong Wangyue hurriedly jumped up and tagged along at your heels.

Half an hour later, you drove, taking Zong Wangyue into a high-end neighborhood of row houses and villas.

Zong Wangyue’s house was very large, and although there were already three luxurious cars parked in the garage, your massive Ye Xiao had no trouble finding a spot.

After getting out of the car, Zong Wangyue, as always, eagerly led you into the villa.

The interior of the villa was decorated in a European style, elegant and clean.

"Mom, I’ve brought the boss over," Zong Wangyue said cheerily as he sat next to a fashionably dressed, slightly plump middle-aged woman upon entering the living room.

You stepped forward and said with a smile to Zong Wangyue’s mother, "Hello, auntie."

Zong Wangyue’s mother stood up with a smile, nodding at you, "Mu Yun has arrived, please take a seat."

You and Zong Wangyue sat on a sofa, while opposite Zong Wangyue’s mother, there sat a blonde white woman with her eyes closed and a slightly imposing white man.

Since you were not familiar with Caucasians, you couldn’t guess her age, probably somewhere between twenty and thirty. She was quite attractive, albeit thin and very tall; you estimated her to be about your height. Her clothing was also very fashionable, and her hairstyle was quite unique. Combined with her slim figure and height, she seemed to be a model.

The white man was even taller. As for his looks, to you, all foreigners looked similar, and you couldn’t be bothered to distinguish. Besides, what’s there to see in a big guy?

Zong Wangyue’s mother turned to you with a gentle smile, "We’re all short on time, so I’ll skip the small talk. Let me introduce you, this lady is Murphy, she comes from Milan, Italy, and as you can see, she is an internationally renowned model; the gentleman beside her is Frank, a French gentleman."

Afterward, Zong Wangyue’s mother introduced you to the two of them in English, and upon hearing it, the couple took a closer look at you.

Their expressions were odd, especially the so-called French gentleman, who didn’t even bother to greet you and said something in French to Murphy, staring with his panda eyes.

"Boss, what did that white rodent say?"

Zong Wangyue, noticing Frank’s sharp features, bluntly referred to him as "the rodent."

You looked at Zong Wangyue with some surprise and asked, "How do you know I understand what they said?"

The chubby man raised his eyebrows, grinning, "Of course. Who are you, boss? You know everything from astronomy to geography, down to sailing and mining. Those foreign bird languages are nothing to you."

You smiled faintly and immediately, with a perfect London accent, said to the two, "If you both feel I am not up to the task, you are free to go and seek help elsewhere. Frankly, I don’t want to waste my time on you. However, you’ve got at most one more day to live, and in my opinion, with attitudes like yours, you won’t find anyone in Yuhang City who can help you."