Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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"Zhirou!"

He greeted them warmly, then turned his gaze to the two women beside him.

Huang Zhirou said:

"Come, come, let me introduce you. This beautiful and charming lady is named Le Baiwei, and this lady is Ms. Ke Yixue."

Le Baiwei and Ke Yixue nodded to He Yuzhu, with polite smiles on their faces.

He Yuzhu responded in kind: "Hello, it's so nice to meet you all!"

At this moment, He Yuzhu spoke in somewhat broken Cantonese:

"Actually, I haven't been in Hong Kong for very long, and I've been working hard to learn Cantonese during this time."

Despite the system's assistance, his heavy accent was still very obvious, and anyone who heard it could easily tell that he was a newcomer.

Ke Yixue looked He Yuzhu up and down, making no attempt to hide the disdain in her eyes.

She was wearing a custom-made gown, the material and workmanship of which were of the highest quality, much more expensive than those so-called designer clothes on the market.

In contrast, He Yuzhu's clothes were all ordinary items, making him look like an unremarkable office worker.

Furthermore, He Yuzhu comes from the mainland, so he probably didn't receive much of a good education.

Huang Zhirou, on the other hand, traveled a long way to England to further her studies and returned home, majoring in business.

In comparison, the two are vastly different in terms of status, knowledge, and cultivation, and are simply incomparable.

"Do you know how many ardent suitors Zhirou had before? Those rich young men spent fortunes just to win her smile; business elites from all walks of life tried to win her heart with their intelligence and wealth; even some from powerful families, despite their immense power, failed to capture Zhirou's heart and returned empty-handed. And you? Look at yourself, you have neither outstanding looks to catch anyone's eye, nor enough ability to compete with others. Who gave you such courage to pursue Zhirou?"

He Yuzhu pondered to himself, really wanting to blurt out, "It was Fish Leong who gave me the courage," but unfortunately, there was no one named Fish Leong in the world yet, and the other person probably wouldn't understand the joke.

"Yixue! Stop talking!"

Huang Zhiru quickly stopped Ke Yixue from continuing. Although she felt quite relieved to hear these words, He Yuzhu was, after all, her boss, and she couldn't let her best friend say such hurtful things.

He Yuzhu glanced at the yellow paper on the table first, then explained slowly:

"I just wanted to see the legendary Hong Kong bars, not because I had any improper thoughts about Zhirou as you think."

"Hmph, at least you have some self-awareness."

Ke Yixue gave a soft snort.

Huang Zhirou looked apologetic and hurriedly apologized to He Yuzhu:

"I'm so sorry, it was all my best friend's misunderstanding. Please don't take it to heart."

He Yuzhu felt a headache coming on, never expecting that Huang Zhirou's two best friends would treat him this way.

If I had known it would turn out like this, I shouldn't have agreed to Lao Huang's request so easily!

However, what's done is done. Now that we're here, we might as well grit our teeth and keep going.

He Yuzhu secretly made up his mind that no matter how eloquent or persistent Lao Huang was next time, he would resolutely not interfere in anything concerning Huang Zhirou.

After all, this Huang Zhirou girl harbors deep prejudices against me, and changing her opinion would be harder than climbing to heaven.

Instead of wasting time and energy on her, it would be more practical to quickly find a few capable and reliable assistants.

Although Huang Zhirou is indeed beautiful and charming, He Yuzhu is not the kind of lecherous man who can't resist beautiful women and wants to possess them all.

He was sitting quietly in his seat when a waiter brought him a steaming cup of coffee with a smile.

Just as He Yuzhu took the cup, he caught a glimpse of a pretty and lovely young girl sitting opposite him—Le Baiwei.

The young woman was wearing an elegant light pink T-shirt that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure: her high breasts seemed about to burst out, and her slender waist was so thin it could be grasped with one hand; she paired it with tight jeans, which made her beautiful legs look even longer and thinner.

Compared to Ke Yixue, who was adorned with jewels and dressed extravagantly beside her, Le Baiwei clearly had a completely different temperament and style.

Her smile was radiant and sweet, like a gentle breeze in spring, making one feel incredibly comfortable and at ease.

At that moment, the three girls were chatting enthusiastically, while He Yuzhu silently picked up her coffee cup and took a sip, feeling deeply regretful.

She secretly vowed that she would never attend such a gathering again, no matter what. All the so-called "friends" Huang Zhirou made were opportunists who only cared about money and status and were not worth getting to know.

Chapter 483 If he doesn't go, I won't go either.

A moment later, a commotion came from outside the door, and then several young people walked in.

Some of them were men, some were women; some were Caucasian, and some were Chinese.

These people's clothing and appearance all exuded youthful vitality and fashion trends, and they could indeed be described as handsome men and beautiful women.

Upon seeing this, Ke Yixue's face immediately lit up with a joyful smile, and she quickly stood up to greet them warmly.

From her affectionate way of addressing everyone, it was clear that one of them was her fiancé, Liang Ming.

As soon as Liang Ming entered, he noticed He Yuzhu. His face full of surprise, he frowned and asked:

"Ah Xue, who is this?"

Ke Yixue quickly responded loudly, "This is Zhirou's friend, she brought her along to play!"

The volume was so loud that it seemed as if it was intentionally meant for everyone present to hear.

Then, she leaned close to Liang Ming's ear and whispered to him in detail about He Yuzhu's identity, background, and origins.

After hearing Ke Yixue's explanation, Liang Ming's eyes widened, revealing a very surprised expression.

However, when he looked at He Yuzhu again, his eyes were filled with undisguised disdain.

Just then, a tall white man among the group of young people couldn't wait to run up to Huang Zhirou and fawn over her.

He, who had been engrossed in his conversation with Huang Zhirou, was suddenly drawn to Ke Yixue's words. He turned to look at He Yuzhu, his face instantly darkening, and questioned him angrily:

Did you come with Zhirou?

Faced with this question, He Yuzhu did not answer directly, but instead asked in return with great interest:

"Are you named Wilton Malone?"

When Mr. Huang was chatting with He Yuzhu, he mentioned that his daughter had a white suitor named Wilton Malone.

Speaking of this, Mr. Huang looked extremely unwilling!

You see, he had suffered a lot of humiliation at the hands of those white people on a regular basis, so naturally, his impression of them was extremely bad.

In Mr. Huang's view, most white men are chauvinists. Even if they marry Chinese women, they don't treat their wives well, not to mention they often have affairs and live a carefree life outside!

Therefore, even if he were to betroth his precious daughter to He Yuzhu as a concubine, he would never agree to marry his daughter to that foreign devil Wilton Malone.

Meanwhile, Wilton Malone was quite surprised to hear Huang's evaluation of him.

He grinned, revealing a set of clean, even teeth:

"Oh? So you knew me!"

After saying that, he generously extended his right hand, making a gesture as if he wanted to shake hands with He Yuzhu to show goodwill.

Upon seeing this, He Yuzhu's lips curled up slightly, and he slowly extended his right hand with a smile on his face.

Two hands met in the air and clasped tightly together.

However, at that moment, Wilton's face suddenly darkened, and the smile that had been on his face vanished without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, he began to exert his strength, trying to use his own strength to give He Yuzhu a hard time and teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

That said, Wilton Malone is no pushover.

Back when he was in school, he was a well-known strongman, especially passionate about fitness. He spent all his time either in the gym sweating profusely to build muscle strength or participating in various sports events both on and off campus.

He even won a gold medal in the strongman competition at the London School League! This demonstrates just how formidable his physical abilities are.

Wilton immediately increased his strength without hesitation, but to his surprise, He Yuzhu on the other side still had a faint smile on his face, not at all the grimacing in pain that he had expected.

This sudden situation startled Wilton. He gritted his teeth and used all his skills, thinking to himself: This time I can definitely make this arrogant guy look foolish in public.

But just as he was giving it his all, he suddenly felt that what he was holding was not an ordinary human hand, but rather an incredibly hard block of iron.

At this moment, even though he had poured all his strength into his hand, the hand he was gripping tightly did not deform in the slightest.

Just then, Huang Zhirou happened to see Wilton's face, which had become twisted and ferocious from excessive force, baring his teeth.

Huang Zhirou was startled by what she saw, because Wilton was her boss!

Although she didn't have a good impression of him normally, she couldn't just stand by and watch her classmate twist the boss's hand!

So Huang Zhirou hurriedly shouted:

"Wilton, let go right now, don't pull any harder!"

Upon hearing Huang Zhirou's shouts, Wilton suddenly realized that something seemed amiss.

He looked up at He Yuzhu, who didn't seem particularly strong, and his heart was filled with doubt and shock—just who was this person?

Why does he possess such astonishing strength? He used almost all his strength to knead it, yet he couldn't even scratch the other party.

Faced with the questioning and reproachful gaze of the goddess in his heart, who was as unattainable as a fairy, He Yuzhu's originally handsome face instantly wrinkled into a bitter mess.

He muttered to himself:

"I really didn't use any force..."

However, throughout the entire process, He Yuzhu maintained a faint smile, as if it were nothing more than a small game to him.