Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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He saw Lin Wanting vomiting uncontrollably while hugging the toilet, and a fleeting hint of concern flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly masked by a mocking expression.

He smiled slightly and said in a teasing tone, "You're not good enough, you need to practice more."

The sound echoed in the small space of the bathroom, carrying a hint of nonchalance.

Lin Wanting struggled to lift her head, glared at He Yuzhu with resentful eyes, her lips trembling slightly, and said irritably, "Boss, you're so mean."

Her voice was unusually hoarse from vomiting, as if it had been sanded.

He Yuzhu shook his head slightly, a faint smile still lingering on his lips, and turned to walk towards the washbasin.

He stretched out his slender fingers, skillfully picked up the toothbrush, and gently squeezed the toothpaste tube, so that a strip of white toothpaste landed steadily on the toothbrush bristles.

Then, he slowly put the toothbrush into his mouth and began to wash his face carefully.

Water flowed gently from the tap, and white foam rose continuously at the corners of his mouth. As he brushed his teeth, the foam rolled and expanded.

His movements were unhurried and relaxed, each one exuding composure, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

After washing up, he reached for a towel on the shelf and casually wiped his face a few times, water droplets splashing from the towel.

Immediately afterwards, he walked down the stairs with light steps, humming an off-key tune.

As He Yuzhu strolled down to the living room, he instantly and keenly sensed the unusual atmosphere.

The expressions on everyone's faces varied, like a vivid ukiyo-e painting.

Some people frowned deeply, their brows furrowed into a deep frown, their eyes vacant, as if pondering the profound impact of this sudden change; others beamed with barely suppressed excitement, their lips upturned, their bodies leaning slightly forward, eager to rush into a grand feast; still others were filled with astonishment, their eyes wide open, their mouths slightly agape, as if they had witnessed some unimaginable wonder.

He Yuzhu already had a rough idea of ​​what had happened, but he remained calm and composed, pretending to be completely unaware of the situation. He asked in a perfectly timed tone of doubt, "What happened?"

At this moment, Ye Han was like a star that suddenly shone in the night sky, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and his whole being radiating a unique vitality.

He strode quickly to He Yuzhu, his hands trembling slightly, and said excitedly, "Mr. He, I just received some good news. Gao Kening died of a sudden heart attack last night."

As Ye Han spoke, he waved his arms dramatically, his face practically overflowing with surprise.

Upon hearing this news, He Yuzhu feigned extreme surprise, his eyes widening slightly and revealing just the right amount of disbelief as he repeated, "Sudden heart attack? Dead?"

His tone was perfectly controlled, filled with utter astonishment.

Seeing this, one of his subordinates quickly stepped forward and chimed in, "Yes, when we first received the news, we were all speechless with shock. We couldn't believe it at all. We checked it several times, made inquiries from various sources, and even contacted the hospital before we were certain that this wasn't an April Fool's joke that came early."

As the subordinate spoke, a look of relief, as if he had just escaped a disaster, lingered on his face.

He Yuzhu then asked several more questions about the specific details of Gao Kening's death, such as when she was discovered, what the scene was like, and whether there was a formal medical certificate.

After everyone answered in detail, He Yuzhu slowly nodded, pretending to completely believe the news.

In fact, only he himself knew the truth. After all, he had carefully planned and personally sent Gao Kening down the road of no return, so how could an unexpected situation have occurred?

A slight upturn of his lips, a fleeting, almost imperceptible smile, flashed across his face. He thought to himself, "This stumbling block that was hindering my plans has finally been removed. Now, the rest of the plan can proceed more smoothly without any obstacles."

In the early morning, the clear sunlight, like fine golden gauze, gently poured into the villa's exquisite courtyard.

A gentle breeze, like an invisible yet tender hand, caresses the area, carrying with it the fresh scent of the surrounding greenery, a truly invigorating experience.

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

The table is laden with a dazzling array of delicacies, a feast for the eyes and nose.

Look at those fried eggs, golden in color and fragrant, each bite is like biting into the morning sun; the steaming bread, fluffy and soft, with a gentle break, the aroma of wheat instantly fills the air; the fresh and juicy fruit, each one plump, seems to be telling the story of the orchard; the rich and mellow coffee, with its rising steam, has an intoxicatingly fragrant aroma.

Everyone's faces were beaming with joy, smiles playing on their lips as they savored the delicious food and chatted softly, their conversations filled with a relaxed atmosphere.

However, everyone present knew perfectly well that this seemingly relaxed and comfortable atmosphere was just a facade. The acquisition was only halfway done, and the real challenges were yet to come, like hidden reefs lurking beneath a calm sea, fraught with danger.

Today, we are all carrying a mission and shouldering the heavy responsibility of the final explanation. This step is crucial, like a perilous leap on the edge of a cliff. The slightest mistake could render all previous efforts futile and result in total defeat. We cannot afford to be negligent in the slightest.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense, with everyone on edge and on high alert.

Their every move seemed meticulously rehearsed, each action precise and restrained; even a casual glance conveyed caution and focus, as if silently conveying a message, reminding each other of the importance of the moment.

Recalling yesterday's sudden and unexpected attack, everyone was still shaken.

At that moment, the peaceful atmosphere was shattered. A group of hidden enemies, like ghosts emerging from the darkness, launched a frenzied attack without warning.

The dense barrage of bullets, like a torrential downpour in summer, rained down on them with deadly whistling.

Witnessing this chaotic and dangerous scene, Ye Dehai was extremely anxious, feeling like an ant on a hot pan.

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He was well aware that the situation was urgent, so he quickly used his extensive network of contacts, which he had painstakingly built up over the years, to travel around and urgently seek assistance.

In the phone call, he spoke earnestly, explaining the seriousness of the situation and pleading for help from all parties.

After a difficult negotiation and waiting, finally, 10 identical cars slowly drove into view.

The cars were neatly arranged in the yard, their bodies gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster under the bright sunlight, like a group of silent guardians, quietly awaiting the unknown and challenging journey that was about to begin.

In an instant, everyone responded quickly, their swiftness resembling that of a seasoned elite force, well-trained and orderly in their actions.

They moved nimbly, as agile as cheetahs, and marched quickly toward the car in perfect unison.

Everyone carefully opened their car doors, their movements practiced and nimble, quickly slipping inside and then gently closing the doors behind them. Their cautious demeanor resembled that of secret agents on a covert mission, afraid that even the slightest sound would attract the enemy's attention again.

The convoy started slowly, with several motorcycles leading and escorting it from the front and back.

The motorcyclists were dressed in sharp black leather jackets, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight, making them appear even more upright.

They wore cool helmets, revealing only pairs of firm and sharp eyes, their gazes conveying unwavering courage.

They gripped the handlebars firmly, twisted the throttle slightly, and the motorcycles shot off like arrows. The roar of the engines was deafening, as if it were piercing the sky, proclaiming to potential enemies their fearless determination to forge ahead and never retreat.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost suffocating. Everyone's expressions were tense, and their hands were clenched tightly as if welded to guns.

Their eyes were like those of night owls, sharp and alert, not missing any slight movement outside the car, even a falling leaf could instantly put them on alert.

Each person is like a cheetah poised to pounce; the moment they sense the slightest abnormality, their muscles tense instinctively, and they pull the trigger without hesitation, delivering a fatal blow to the enemy.

To ensure safety along the way, they went to great lengths, meticulously planning an extremely challenging route that completely defied conventional thinking.

Sometimes the car would suddenly veer into narrow, deep alleys, with the mottled walls on both sides just inches away, the car body scraping against the walls with a slight sound, as if brushing past danger; other times it would detour to secluded paths where few people went, the surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the deep roar of the car engine and the crunching of the wheels over gravel.

Along the way, they moved between light and shadow, trying to use this roundabout tactic to keep the enemy completely in the dark, thus ensuring the smooth progress of the mission.

Perhaps it was Gao Kening's sudden death that threw the enemy camp, which had been lurking around with ulterior motives, into chaos, causing their carefully planned deployment to collapse instantly.

With nervousness and trepidation, the group embarked on their journey, constantly rehearsing in their minds the possibility of another dangerous attack.

However, the journey went much more smoothly than expected.

Neither the ear-piercing gunshots that could shatter the silence nor the terrifying ambushes lurking in the shadows could be heard, sending chills down one's spine.

Only the steady, soft hum of the car engine, like a soothing andante, carried them slowly forward on the road.

The street scene outside the window was like a rapidly flipping slideshow; rows of buildings and hurried pedestrians flashed by in an instant.

Before long, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and arrived safely at the imposing Governor's Mansion.

The Governor's Palace stands majestically on the side of a bustling street, its architectural style solemn and imposing, exuding grandeur.

The massive stone pillars, like ancient trees bursting from the earth, pierce the sky, displaying an awe-inspiring majesty.

The exquisite bas-reliefs on the stone pillars are masterpieces of craftsmanship, with figures, flowers, birds, and mythical beasts all lifelike, as if whispering stories of the past, some magnificent and others full of twists and turns.

The group of people got off the bus one after another, their steps hurried, their expressions full of anticipation for the activity they were about to participate in.

He Yuzhu remained as steady as a mountain, sitting upright in the car seat without moving an inch, showing no sign of getting out of the car.

Lin Wanting was sitting next to him. Witnessing this scene, a look of surprise flashed across her face. She subconsciously touched He Yuzhu's arm lightly and whispered, "Boss, it's time to get off the bus."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu did not respond immediately, but slowly shook his head. His deep eyes held a mixture of determination and mystery, making him difficult to fathom.

After a brief pause, he turned to the driver and said in a calm but unquestionable tone, "To the dock."

The driver was slightly taken aback by the sudden instruction, but his years of professional experience allowed him to quickly react. He nodded, gripped the steering wheel firmly, started the car, and the vehicle smoothly turned, speeding towards the dock.

Haojiang is a small area and does not have an airport.

He Yuzhu knew that the dock was very likely to become a key point in his subsequent itinerary.

The car slowly drove away from the governor's mansion, its wheels making a dull thud as they rolled over the ground.

The scene outside the window changed constantly like a revolving lantern: bustling crowds, some rushing to make a living, others strolling leisurely in twos and threes, with various Cantonese dialects mingling and echoing; buildings of different styles, including Lingnan-style arcade buildings with carved railings and jade steps exuding a rustic charm, and European-style villas with pointed roofs and pillars showcasing exotic style; the streets were bustling with traffic, trams clanging, car horns blaring, and motorcycles nimbly weaving through the gaps.

These scenes gradually faded into the distance as the car drove on.

At this moment, He Yuzhu's gaze was deep as he looked into the distance. He seemed to have already sketched out a clear plan in his mind, but this plan was shrouded in a thick fog and was still hidden deep in his heart, unknown to anyone.

In this bustling yet turbulent land, rife with countless commercial games, the nearby Kai Tak International Airport is fortunately advanced enough.

Kai Tak Airport is like a dazzling pearl carefully set on the edge of the city, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Its track resembles a wide and smooth silver ribbon, stretching from the bustling city to the vast distance, seemingly telling a story of connecting the world.

Stepping inside the airport, one is greeted by a dazzling array of modern facilities, all readily available.

The spacious and bright waiting hall features a high ceiling, allowing sunlight to stream in through the huge glass curtain wall, illuminating every corner.

Rows of comfortable seats are neatly arranged to meet the waiting needs of passengers; at the convenient information desk, staff members always have a smile on their faces and patiently answer every question from passengers.

Various advanced navigation devices are concealed in key locations, guiding aircraft takeoff and landing with perfect accuracy through precise calculations and signal transmission.

The comprehensive service facilities cover all aspects from dining and shopping to medical emergency care, allowing every traveler to truly experience convenience and efficiency, as if they were in a warm and welcoming air station.