You Will Definitely Be a Good Wife

Lan Ruoxi held the plastic bag in her hand and said timidly, "An Yi, this doesn’t seem like enough for twenty thousand pills, does it?"

An Yi waved his hand nonchalantly. "Just grind these into powder, and it’ll be enough."

"But what about the effects—"

"The effects are unbeatable. One pill sharpens your mind, two keep you from ever feeling tired."

Seeing An Yi’s confident expression, Lan Ruoxi smiled faintly.

Though this guy usually acted carefree, there were times when his mind worked with meticulous precision. When it came to handling things, he had his own unique methods.

"Alright then, I’ll arrange for someone to start making them according to the Huyang Pill formula," Lan Ruoxi said softly, gazing at him with a gentle smile.

"Ruoxi, you’ve been working hard lately," An Yi said seriously, looking at her.

Truth be told, he was practically a hands-off boss.

Almost all matters, big and small, in An Corporation were managed by Lan Ruoxi.

Now, he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty toward her.

"So, what’s my reward?" Lan Ruoxi asked, her beautiful eyes fixed on An Yi with a playful smile.

"Reward?"

An Yi glanced at Lan Ruoxi and swallowed slightly.

Honestly, though she looked like the picture of an innocent girl, her professional attire accentuated her stunning, curvaceous figure to perfection.

The only downside was that she wasn’t wearing the black stockings he loved so much.

His gaze lingered on her. "What kind of reward do you want?"

Lan Ruoxi, appearing delicate and shy, blushed and said, "W-what are you thinking? Your eyes are so... wicked!"

"Wicked? Are they?" An Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, you’re my proper girlfriend. What’s wrong with being a little wicked?"

The one at home had just been saddled with a new master, making it hard for him to make a move.

But this one at the company had no such restrictions!

Noticing An Yi’s mischievous intentions, Lan Ruoxi whispered, her face flushed, "D-don’t go too far. We’re at the office..."

"Relax, I’m the king of restraint," An Yi said as he moved closer to her, locking the office door with one hand.

The lock mechanism had already been destroyed by his inner energy!

Not even the heavens could get in now!

Gazing at Lan Ruoxi’s luscious red lips, An Yi didn’t hesitate—he leaned in for a kiss.

Buzz~

His phone vibrated.

An Yi’s face darkened as he pulled it out.

He swore that no matter who was calling, he would smash their skull in!

"Kid, where’d you run off to?"

A soft, sweet voice came through the phone.

An Yi’s arm broke out in goosebumps.

Mu Qingyi? Why was she calling?

"Ahem, Master... what’s up?" An Yi replied awkwardly.

No matter how much he disliked her, she was still Shen Muxuan’s master. What happened last night had been beyond his control.

At the time, his waist had been locked in place by her legs—there was no escaping!

"Oh, nothing much. I’m just a little hungry. Muxuan’s cooking is terrible, so I was thinking about yours," Mu Qingyi said amiably.

An Yi’s eyebrow twitched. She wanted him to come back and cook for her?

This woman had some nerve!

"Alright, just wait. I’ll be right back!" An Yi said, humoring her.

After all, she was his master. He had to at least give her that much face.

Then, Shen Muxuan’s voice came through the phone: "An Yi, don’t come back! Master already wrecked our house, and she said she’s going to smash your skull into dust!"

An Yi: "..."

Hanging up, An Yi felt a chill run down his spine.

More than ever, he was convinced that sneaking out before dawn had been the right call.

She must’ve found out about the Celestial Grass incident!

"Yeah, not going home today."

He’d return only when that woman went back to the Immortal Sect.

Lan Ruoxi asked curiously, "Was that Muxuan’s voice I heard?"

"Hmm, hmm? Uh, well..."

An Yi was thinking about how to explain.

Lan Ruoxi smiled softly and said, "An Yi, should we grab something to eat? It's almost noon."

An Yi let out a relieved sigh. "Sure."

But the carefully built atmosphere had been abruptly interrupted by that phone call!

What a shame.

The restaurant was right downstairs from the company.

Now, it had been taken over by the An family business.

"Here, try this spare rib—it's really good. The shrimp is great too."

Lan Ruoxi picked up food for An Yi, then considerately peeled the shrimp for him.

"Mmm, it’s delicious."

An Yi took a few bites and praised it.

"Definitely a cut above the little diners downstairs."

"Then I’ll peel a few more for you." Lan Ruoxi smiled gently.

"Just eat! Why are you serving me? Aren’t you tired?"

An Yi said helplessly, swiftly peeling several shrimp and placing them neatly into Lan Ruoxi’s bowl.

Lan Ruoxi blinked in surprise. "Wow, you’re amazing."

"There’s plenty more where that came from! You haven’t seen half of it." An Yi boasted playfully.

Lan Ruoxi’s face flushed as she muttered, "Stop talking nonsense..."

She took small, delicate bites of her food while An Yi reached over and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her stunning face.

"Ruoxi, you’ll definitely make a wonderful wife someday."

The words slipped out before An Yi could stop himself.

Gentle, considerate, hardworking, and brilliant—not to mention her breathtaking beauty and enviable figure.

She was every man’s dream.

Lan Ruoxi’s face turned crimson. "W-why are you suddenly saying that?"

"Nothing, just speaking my mind."

An Yi chuckled. "Let’s eat. I don’t have much going on today, so I’ll stay at the company."

Meanwhile...

In a desolate wilderness outside Yunzhou City.

"Stay back! All of you, stay the hell back! I was never a good man to begin with! The lives I’ve taken? Close to ten thousand! Who dares come at me?!"

Dong Kun, the Demon Blade, stood with disheveled hair, gripping two butcher knives tightly as he glared at the men before him.

His eyes were bloodshot, his entire body trembling with madness.

His beach shorts were soaked in blood—whether his own or others’, it was impossible to tell. Gone was the effortless cool he had displayed in front of An Yi and the others just yesterday.

For a full day and night, he had been hunted, fleeing for his life.

Two tokens from the Hongtian Secret Realm were far too tempting.

Even if they couldn’t take him down openly, underhanded tactics would do the trick.

After all, everyone had moments of weakness.

"Mr. Dong, you can’t keep both tokens to yourself. How about handing one over?"

A martial artist with a Western-style glasses and a weaselly mustache—Zhou Yuanjun—smirked.

Dong Kun sneered. "Hand it over? To a piece of trash like you, Zhou Yuanjun? Not a chance."

"Then don’t blame me for forgetting our past ties." Zhou Yuanjun waved his hand.

In an instant, the others closed in.

A top-200 fighter on the Heavenly Rankings wasn’t something these small fries could handle under normal circumstances.

But Dong Kun was already exhausted—their odds were good.

Gripping his butcher knives, Dong Kun’s gaze turned vicious.

He’d die before giving up those tokens.

"RAAAAH!"

A roar tore through the air as blood splattered.

The setting sun painted the sky crimson.

A lone crow let out a mournful cry as it circled overhead.

Zhou Yuanjun wiped the blood off his flintlock pistol and grinned.

His men continued hacking at Dong Kun’s lifeless body.

Dong Kun’s eyes remained wide open—staring, unseeing.

Another slash landed on his face.

"Enough, stop. He's beyond recognition—no chance of survival now."

Zhou Yuanjun frowned as he surveyed the mangled corpse.

"After all, we were old drinking buddies. Leaving him in pieces is too cruel."

He reached into Dong Kun's pocket and retrieved two tokens, a vicious smirk twisting his lips.

"Finally... these two tokens—"

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