Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 693 What a coincidence! Uncle Ming!

Hu Ming and Wu Erbai plotted in the car for a long time before they stopped talking after getting out.

At this moment, the car had come to a steady stop in front of a small villa in the suburbs.

It wasn't that Wu Erbai was particularly generous in gifting Hu Ming a villa; rather, it was because this was already Hu Ming's property in Hangzhou.

Although Wu Erbai had never been here before, he knew about this.

It had been a while since he last visited, and Hu Ming hadn't specifically asked anyone to take care of the daily maintenance. But when he walked into the villa, everything was exactly as it had been before he left, spotless.

Clearly, it was either Wu Xie or Wu Erbai who did the work.

"Why don't you go back first, I won't keep you?"

At the door, Hu Ming showed no intention of inviting Wu Erbai in. He leaned against the door frame and pointed at the car with one hand.

Hu Ming is incredibly adept at using the tactic of discarding someone after they've served their purpose.

"Alright, then I'll take my leave. See you another day."

Wu Erbai took a deep breath, his eyebrows twitching wildly. He barely managed to suppress the "mmp" in his heart before turning around and leaving.

I went through all the trouble of picking them up from the airport myself, and I even hired a professional cleaning company to maintain the villa every three days. And now, not only am I not allowed a cup of hot tea, but they won't even let me in the door?
It's him.

Judging from Wu Erbai's expression, Hu Ming smiled nonchalantly.

It was just a harmless little joke; nobody took it seriously.

"There are still two days until the anniversary of my great-aunt's death. We can have a good time in Hangzhou in these two days."

“Since I took over the family business, I’ve hardly had a break. And you, Uncle Ming, you’re always out partying. The Hu family has Hu Bayi and your aunt and uncle to take care of things, but you don’t care about the Hong family at all.”

"Now it's all good. Whenever the Hong family has something important that requires your decision but they can't find you, they all come to me. Do you know how hard it is for me?"

She stretched lazily, revealing her perfect figure, and cast a charming yet resentful glance at Hu Ming.

"There's no other way. You're the current wife of the second master of the Hong family. Besides me, you're the second-in-command of the Hong family. Who else would they bother if not you?"

Hu Ming chuckled and subtly said things that made Yin Nanfeng very happy.

As expected, the resentful look on Yin Nanfeng's face disappeared, replaced by a smug expression.

The title "Second Master's Wife" really hit her sweet spot.

After all, in Yin Nanfeng's eyes, all the women around Hu Ming were sluts, and only she was Hu Ming's...first wife?
Although it is now the 21st century, such feudalistic views are no longer acceptable.

But actually, it's all the same. To put it another way, Yin Nanfeng considers herself the red flag in Hu Ming's family, while the others are just colorful flags fluttering in the wind.

"Speaking of which, Yin Xin... I mean, on the anniversary of your great-aunt's death, did you prepare your own diving equipment in previous years?"

"Is all the equipment in Warehouse Eleven shared?"

Hu Ming, taking advantage of the situation, brazenly put his arm around Yin Nanfeng's slender waist and, despite Yin Nanfeng's half-hearted resistance and disdain, led her towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Well, I'm a bit of a germaphobe. Every year when I come here, the Wu family's second... Wu Erbai? Wow, Uncle Ming, you're toxic! What am I supposed to call Wu Erbai now?"

"Never mind, I mean he usually helps me purchase a set of facilities in advance, so we don't need to worry about it."

Yin Nanfeng noticed something amiss; it seemed the generational order was messed up.

Even after closing the bedroom door, Hu Ming had no idea that the young man had been standing in the living room, watching indifferently.

"..."

The guy always had a blank expression, making it difficult to discern any emotional fluctuations from his facial expressions.

However, judging from the frequent glances the young man gave towards Black Knife, he was clearly somewhat unsettled. Hu Ming's heinous act was tantamount to luring a dog into a house to kill it.

If the young man's emotions were like those of an ordinary person, he'd probably be pondering right now where to strike to kill Hu Ming in one blow.
Fortunately, the young man wasn't particularly interested in matters of the heart, so he wasn't greatly affected.

Silently watching Hu Ming and his companion disappear down the stairs.

The young man carefully assessed the approximate location of the two men, and then... went into the room furthest from Hu Ming and his companion.

Then, the young man took out a pair of professional noise-canceling earplugs from his pocket, put them in his ears, closed his eyes, and lay down on the bed.

The young man's physical condition was exceptionally good, which also made his five senses exceptionally sharp. In terms of hearing, not to mention Hu Ming, there might even be a slight difference between his hearing and that of someone like Sheng Sheng Man.

However, the young man's hearing is still exceptional...

……

It's late at night, it's already 2 a.m.!

Hu Ming and Yin Nanfeng had taken a nap in the afternoon and had just woken up by hunger...

After all, I was exhausted and hadn't eaten dinner.
After getting dressed, the two finally arrived downstairs and saw...
"I've already eaten dinner, don't wake me up."

A note was pasted on the door of one of the bedrooms; the black handwriting was bold and unyielding, exuding a cold and austere feel.

Clearly, this is the young man's handwriting.

"..."

He raised an eyebrow and finally remembered his brother.

Hu Ming and Yin Nanfeng exchanged a glance, neither saying a word, and silently walked out of the villa together.

What should I say at this point?
Should we wake the delivery guy up and make him apologize?
That's ridiculous.

If you actually wake the guy up and make him apologize, he might actually pull out a knife and start stabbing people. He may have a poker face, but that doesn't mean he has no temper.

In the past two years, nightlife in major Chinese cities has become increasingly vibrant.

It was just past two or three o'clock, and downtown Hangzhou was still bustling with activity.

Yin Nanfeng and Hu Ming strolled intimately along the street, enjoying the bright lights and the rare peaceful time alone together.

Carrying a variety of local snacks, she would take a bite herself and occasionally feed Hu Ming a bite. As Hu Ming was about to eat, the corners of her mouth would turn up slightly.

As a rare, elegant and aloof mature woman, coupled with Jiangnan's perfect face with its soft feminine features, the two were undoubtedly the most perfect sight on the street.

Along the way, it has captivated countless eyes, making countless young men and women swoon and...heartbroken.

My goddess (god) has a boyfriend (girlfriend), but it's not me.

At this moment, the two had strolled to the entrance of a bathhouse, where Hu Ming and Yin Nanfeng saw two familiar faces…

"..."

Wu Xie put his arm around Fatty and kindly helped him support his back. The two walked out of the bathhouse feeling refreshed. As soon as they stepped outside, they saw two familiar, expressionless faces.

"Ahem, what a coincidence, Uncle Ming, you and Nanfeng are in Hangzhou? Are you shopping too?"

For some reason, Wu Xie suddenly felt an overwhelming sadness wash over him.

"Perfect timing, Uncle Ming. I had some things I wanted to discuss with you tomorrow, and I'm free about Uncle San's matter now. How about we find a place to talk?"

Wu Xie rubbed his hands on the obvious dark circles under his eyes and said solemnly, trying to sound serious.