Brother-in-law, I Think the Dog House Is Quite Nice

Ye Yu's entire body trembled, her face filled with fear. "Brother-in-law, I don’t want to go. Didn’t you say it before? The doghouse is my home."

In her heart, she had already cursed Xu Mu hundreds of times.

If she went back inside, he’d just turn on her—"Who told you to come in?"—and then she’d end up beaten again. Ye Yu wasn’t falling for that.

"I said, go inside."

Xu Mu repeated calmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Hearing that tone, Ye Yu knew there was no avoiding a beating today.

Reluctantly, she nodded.

Pushing open the villa’s grand door, the interior was lavishly decorated, dripping with opulence at every turn. Xu Mu glanced around at the gaudy display of wealth.

Truthfully, he disliked this kind of decor—it lacked any real taste.

From the kitchen came the sizzling sounds of cooking.

As if sensing the door opening, a beautiful woman in an apron hurried out, holding a spatula.

"Yu, why did you come in? There are cameras here—"

Before Ye Tong could finish, she froze at the sight of Xu Mu standing before her.

Xu Mu’s gaze swept over her. Ye Tong had an innate "tragic widow" aura about her.

Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, accentuating her delicate features.

Her long, slender legs could rival a model’s.

But it was her eyes that stood out—filled with an innocent melancholy that made people want to protect her.

The only flaw, if it could even be called one, was that she wasn’t as well-endowed as Mu Qingying.

Still, she wasn’t flat either—at least a C-cup, with curves in all the right places.

Xu Mu couldn’t understand why the original villain in this story wasn’t satisfied with a wife like this, even going so far as to hit her.

What’s more, they’d been married for nearly a month.

Yet the original Xu Mu had never once touched Ye Tong.

He never came home at night, always out living it up, only returning in the morning to sleep.

Xu Mu could guess the author’s reasoning—how could a mere villain dare lay hands on the Dragon King’s future harem member?

But now, he wasn’t that villain.

Looking at his perfectly legal wife right in front of him, it’d be insane not to touch her.

"You… why are you here?" Ye Tong asked nervously.

Xu Mu could see the fear in her expression.

Activating his "God’s Eye," he checked her stats.

Name: Ye Tong

Role: Housewife, female lead of Dragon King’s Descent

Favorability: -15

Destiny Level: 8 (Max: 10)

Seeing this, Xu Mu sighed. Despite the original villain treating her the worst, her favorability was still the highest.

From the plot, he could guess why.

Ye Tong carried a deep sense of guilt toward the Xu family.

Back when the Ye family faced financial ruin, she had personally begged Xu Shou for help, citing their ancestral ties.

Xu Shou had poured vast sums of money and resources into saving the Ye family.

But even that wasn’t enough—the Ye family still collapsed, and Ye Tong’s parents vanished.

Because of this, the Xu Corporation, once a top-five enterprise in Jiangbei Province, plummeted to the lower ranks within two years.

Though still a powerhouse in Jiang City, their decline was undeniable.

This was also why the original Xu Mu resented them.

In the past, wherever he went in Jiangbei Province, people flocked to him.

But as the family’s status waned, even the sycophants who once groveled now dared to look down on him.

Of course, Xu Mu knew the truth—the Ye family’s downfall was because the protagonist, Ye Chen, had offended a hidden clan.

...

Looking back at Ye Tong, despite her negative favorability, deep down, she felt indebted—not just to him, but to the Xu family as a whole.

According to the plot, Ye Yu had repeatedly urged her sister to divorce, but Ye Tong always refused.

"This is my home. Why wouldn’t I be here?"

Xu Mu stepped closer, handing her a bouquet of flowers. "I picked these up on the way. For you."

Beside them, Ye Yu cursed inwardly—those were meant for Mu Qingying!

Only after being rejected did he pass them off to her sister.

"Th-this…"

Ye Tong was bewildered. Had the sun risen from the west today?

Since when did Xu Mu give her flowers?

Was this some new cruel joke he’d concocted to torment her?

The moment that thought crossed her mind, black text floated above her head:

[Favorability -1]

Xu Mu nearly facepalmed. Just how paranoid were these people?

"Go finish cooking. We’ll eat together today."

He waved her off, placing the flowers on the coffee table.

"Okay… it’ll be about twenty more minutes."

Clutching the spatula, Ye Tong retreated to the kitchen.

Truthfully, the food was almost ready—she’d been waiting for Ye Yu to return.

But she hadn’t prepared a meal for Xu Mu. He never ate dinner at home.

She didn’t dare say so, afraid he’d use it as an excuse to berate or hit her, so she lied about needing more time.

...

Now, the vast living room held only Xu Mu and Ye Yu.

Ye Yu felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. The silence was unbearable.

She couldn’t stand being alone with Xu Mu. "Brother-in-law… I’ll go back to the doghouse."

Xu Mu motioned for her to come closer. "Sit next to me."

Ye Yu was stunned. What game was he playing now?

But under his intimidating gaze, she had no choice. She inched toward the sofa and sat down cautiously.

"This villa has plenty of rooms. No need to sleep in the doghouse anymore."

Xu Mu glanced at her.

With her this close, her natural scent drifted into his senses.

He inhaled deeply.

Ah, the fragrance of youth.

The original villain truly didn’t know what he had.

Ye Yu fidgeted, barely able to sit still. She wanted to scream—if he was going to hit her, why drag it out?

"Brother-in-law, I really think the doghouse is fine…"

Her voice quivered.

Xu Mu ignored her, pulling out his phone to message the property management: Remove the doghouse in the yard. I don’t want to see it again.

In a high-end villa district like this, the exorbitant fees meant the staff were exceptionally responsive.

Within minutes, the doorbell rang.

Xu Mu walked outside, where five uniformed security guards stood by the gate.

The leader, a middle-aged man, bowed respectfully.

"Sir, how may we assist you?"

He knew better than to offend—even the owner of this villa complex had to kowtow to this man.

Xu Mu pointed at the doghouse. "Tear that down. I don’t want it here anymore."

"Right away."

The man nodded, turning to his team. "Get the tools. Fast."

"Yes, sir!"

The group scattered to fetch equipment.

Xu Mu didn’t bother watching. He returned inside.

Soon, the sound of demolition echoed from the yard.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ye Yu watched as her "home" was dismantled, a pang of loss twisting in her chest.

Not long after, Ye Tong emerged with dishes in hand.

When she saw the doghouse being torn down, her face turned deathly pale.

"What are you trying to do? Are you really going to make Ye Yu sleep on the streets? What has she even done wrong? How could you treat her like this!"

Ye Tong's heart swelled with endless bitterness as tears streamed down her face.