Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Yan Sui originally wanted to pour a cup of tea for Yuan Chengzhi, but now he wanted to smash the cup on Yuan Chengzhi's head. This idiot actually believed such ridiculous words, and then ran back to tell him in a fuss.

"Are you still drunk?"

Yuan Chengzhi remembered what Miss Chan'er had said and said with a stiff upper lip, "She said she was the Marquis. I didn't believe her, but she knew my background, so she must have a close relationship with the Marquis."

"She knows your origins?"

Only a very few people knew Yuan Chengzhi's origins, and they were all the Marquis's confidants. It was indeed extraordinary that the woman could know such a secret.

"Did she say anything to you?"

"She said that something's wrong with the eldest daughter of the Qian family, and it's best..."

Yuan Chengzhi gestured under his neck with a ferocious expression.

It coincided with his idea. It seemed necessary to meet this woman who appeared inexplicably. She appeared in the bridal chamber that day, but the Marquis disappeared.

Yan Sui tapped his forehead with the back of his hand. It was because Yuan Chengzhi didn't explain clearly that he started to have wild thoughts.

"Oh, and... she said there's a traitor in the mansion, and it's best to find out as soon as possible. And then, she also wants to see you."

Yuan Chengzhi was talking while watching Yan Sui's expression. Although he and Yan Sui were both confidants of the Marquis, they had different uses and statuses. Yan Sui was a cunning and treacherous man and could not be easily offended.

"Just want to see me?" Yan Sui looked up and said.

"She said that if you want to know the whereabouts of the Marquis, you must redeem her first." Yuan Chengzhi said tentatively.

Yan Sui was so angry that he laughed, and then he actually agreed.

"I'd rather leave this matter to you. Send the person to my house first."

Yuan Chengzhi breathed a sigh of relief, but he also felt that Chan'er was very capable. With just two words, Yan Sui was willing to spend a lot of money to redeem her.

He couldn't help but have some ulterior motives in his mind. Thinking that Chan'er promised to say a few good words for him in front of the Marquis and help him improve his current status, he couldn't help but feel ambitious.

Wen Chun felt something was wrong today. No matter what he was doing or where he went, there seemed to be many pairs of eyes staring at him from behind. He couldn't help feeling annoyed, thinking that Qian Qiansui was not trustworthy.

I had agreed to cover for him, but I still ended up being targeted.

But he couldn't leave the mansion without permission. His mission was not completed and there was no recall order. Even if he died, he had to stay in the mansion honestly.

He pretended to be ignorant, but in fact, after blowing out the lights, he hid on the bed with the dagger in his hand. He had good hearing and could hear many people wandering back and forth on his roof, as if they were staking out.

I don't know why, even though I have always wanted to kill that bad woman, I am worried about her safety at this critical moment.

A married woman who is isolated and helpless, surrounded by Fu Zichan's men. If the Marquis's men also find that something is wrong with her, I'm afraid they will send people to take action tonight as well.

"I'm so sick!"

Gritting his teeth, Wen Chun lifted the bed curtain and crawled out. As soon as he opened the window, he felt a cold light coming down from above. He originally just wanted to sneak out, but this instead aroused his ferocity.

He deflected the opponent's sharp blade, flipped his body and slid out along the window frame. The opponent didn't expect Wen Chun to resist. He originally just wanted to capture him and report back, but now he had no choice but to use ruthless force.

The men in black standing around the courtyard all had cold eyes and flashes of icy light. It was obvious that this was a carefully planned roundup.

Seeing this situation, Wen Chun knew that things would not end peacefully, so he fixed his eyes and faced the first wave of attacks.

He passed by them like a ghost, and with a wave of his long sleeves, he blocked the moves of the two men in black. The swords clashed, sparks flew, and the teeth-grinding sound of metal echoed in the night sky.

He first quickly grabbed the wrist of one of the killers and twisted it hard. The sound of broken bones was sharp and the killer screamed in pain.

Wen Chun used the force of the kick to send the killer flying several meters away. He did not try to finish him off, but instead turned around and attacked another man in black.

Three men in black attacked simultaneously with swords, trying to trap him.

Wen Chun was not panicked. He turned his wrist and snatched the long sword from the fallen man in black. The sword flashed like lightning and he slashed several times in a row. Blood splattered everywhere and the three men in black fell to the ground and died instantly.

He easily broke through the attack of the last man in black and attacked his neck directly.

Before the man in black could react, Wen Chun's sword had already swept across him. Blood gushed out instantly and he fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining men in black became frightened and took a few steps back, but Wen Chun did not give them a chance to breathe.

He sneered and rushed towards the remaining men in black with his sword. The sword was as powerful as a rainbow, and each sword strike carried a strong internal force, cutting through the sky, accompanied by a sharp cold blade. Without exception, all those people died on the spot.

Seeing that there was no way to retreat, the last man in black roared and rushed towards Wen Chun, aiming the knife at his heart.

Wen Chun easily avoided the fatal blow with a quick swift movement, and stabbed the opponent's heart with a sword in his backhand.

"You...you actually know martial arts..." Before dying, the man covered his heart, spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and died with hatred.

Wen Chun looked around and saw corpses all over the ground. He didn't know how he was exposed, and there was no time to deal with the aftermath. His mind was now full of Qian Qiansui.

These men in black were very skilled and should all be death warriors. Although he could escape unscathed, it was hard to say whether that bad woman would be ambushed. After much thought, he jumped onto the roof and ran towards Qian Qiansui's main courtyard.

When Wen Chun entered Qian Qiansui's yard, it was quiet. There were no signs of fighting and no casualties.

In the empty yard, there was no living creature except a small Pekingese that was not much bigger than a palm.

The dog raised its eyelids and looked at Wenchun, then lay down on its own cushion and took a nap again.

Seeing that there was no danger, Wen Chun wanted to turn around and go back, but he was still worried when he didn't see anyone, so he simply went into the main house and made sure that the woman was safe before leaving.

Familiar with the place, Wen Chun reached out to lift the bed curtain, but unexpectedly a bare hand stretched out from the curtain and grabbed his hand. He subconsciously struggled, and then a warm fragrance rushed into his arms.

"What? We haven't seen each other for a few days, and you can't hold it back anymore?"

The fragrance bloomed on the boy's cheeks. The gentle breath made his heart beat wildly. His cheeks turned red and his body became limp.

"You...you impudent woman!"

Although there were dirty words in his mind that were belittling and insulting the woman, Wen Chun swallowed them awkwardly. No matter how bad the woman was, those words should not be used on her.

"Shh..." She placed her index finger on his lips, leaving a shallow mark.

While Wen Chun was stunned, Qian Qiansui pulled him to the window.