Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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"Alright, bye-bye."

After hearing the busy tone on the phone, Geng Feiyan pressed the button again and then dialed Jiang Hanyang.

After get off work, Geng Feiyan tidied up, took a sharp knife from her drawer, put it in her schoolbag, and then left the machinery factory.

After confirming that there were no problems, we walked into the alley and entered the small courtyard.

Although the room was warm and cozy, Geng Feiyan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"He Yuzhu, you are despicable. You secretly took photos again."

"Hehe, I learned this from you guys too, actually thinking of reporting it."

"I told you, I didn't do the reporting."

"Wasn't it done by your Geng family? Who told you to have the surname Geng?"

Geng Feiyan said angrily, "Give me back the photos right now."

He Yuzhu said, "Why are you in such a hurry? We're already here. Let's cook first, just like last time, and then we'll drink and rest. I'll return the photos to you tomorrow morning."

Geng Feiyan knew that she had no room for negotiation and would have to pay a price to get the photos.

Since He Yuzhu keeps bothering me, I'll just stab him when he's happiest, and find the photos and the evidence to completely resolve today's troubles.

As long as things go smoothly, and I just go home and say hello, the case of He Yuzhu's murder shouldn't cause any major stir.

Geng Feiyan didn't put down her schoolbag when she entered the house, and she carried it to the kitchen as well.

He Yuzhu waited until Geng Feiyan left before smiling knowingly.

Geng Feiyan is quite bold; she actually hid a sharp knife in her schoolbag.

Has this already pushed her to her limit?

I wanted to play with her a few more times, but it seems Geng Feiyan's tolerance isn't very high, so she's thinking of resorting to underhanded tactics.

He still harbored some hope, wondering if Geng Feiyan could make up her mind and really stab him with that knife.

Geng Feiyan dawdled as she prepared the food and brought it over. He Yuzhu asked, "Still drinking baijiu?"

"Yeah, drink baijiu, but you have to drink more, I can't hold my liquor."

He Yuzhu shook his head and said, "If I drink too much, you'll be even more tired later."

Geng Feiyan snorted and picked up her wine glass to fill the two glasses.

"Come on, let's drink. I'm not planning to go back today anyway."

He Yuzhu raised his glass and asked with a smile, "Have you figured it out?"

"I want you to die." Geng Feiyan said through gritted teeth, then tilted her head back and drank the wine in her hand.

He Yuzhu sensed the determination in his tone; it seemed tonight was not going to be good.

You could lose your life if you're not careful. Lust is a dangerous thing, and it seems our ancestors were right.

Fortunately, He Yuzhu has special abilities and knew about the danger in advance. Now it remains to be seen whether Geng Feiyan will take that step.

Although Geng Feiyan's tone was unfriendly today, she seemed much more accustomed to it.

Unlike yesterday, he didn't seem out of place at all; instead, he enthusiastically drank with He Yuzhu.

Geng Feiyan's initiative led He Yuzhu to drink quite a bit more alcohol. After finishing a bottle, she only drank about 150ml herself, while the rest went into He Yuzhu's stomach.

He Yuzhu didn't continue drinking, but instead pulled Geng Feiyan into his arms.

"I can't drink anymore, it's your turn to serve me."

Geng Feiyan did not refuse and reached out to undo He Yuzhu's belt. He Yuzhu also adjusted Geng Feiyan's position...

Geng Feiyan carefully observed He Yuzhu's condition, waiting for him to close his eyes and enjoy the massage when he was happy.

Geng Feiyan finally made up her mind, pulled over the cloth bag that was placed some distance away, and took out a sharp knife from it.

Holding the sharp knife in her hand, Geng Feiyan suddenly hesitated again.

My initial plan was simple: since He Yuzhu was bullying me so much, I should kill him before anyone else found out.

The family also has the ability to cover it up and suppress the case so that he won't go to jail.

However, when she held the dagger in her hand, Geng Feiyan hesitated.

She was the little princess of her family from childhood to adulthood, and was always pampered by her parents as she grew up.

He had never killed a chicken with his own hands in all these years, yet now he was taking the initiative to stab He Yuzhu to death.

Geng Feiyan really couldn't bring herself to do it.

He had acted impulsively after receiving He Yuzhu's call, without thinking much about it, only wanting to solve the immediate problem with a knife.

But when He Yuzhu lay there, about to be stabbed to death by himself.

Thinking of the bloody sight of He Yuzhu after she stabbed him, Geng Feiyan realized she couldn't bring herself to do it.

He sighed and put the knife back in his bag; he really couldn't bring himself to stab it.

He Yuzhu suddenly opened his eyes and asked with a smile, "Geng Feiyan, why didn't you stab me with a knife?"

Upon hearing He Yuzhu's question, Geng Feiyan froze in fright, her face turning deathly pale.

"you you..."

"I'm asking you something."

"You knew already?"

"Nonsense, do you think I'm an idiot? Your behavior today was a bit off; you were too enthusiastic."

"I just wanted to see what you were up to. I never expected you to have a sharp knife hidden in your bag. But I'm curious why you didn't use it."

Geng Feiyan was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She never expected that He Yuzhu would see through her little trick.

"I really regret it. I should have killed you with that one blow."

"Then why didn't you actually do it? Didn't you want to kill me and take all the photos?"

Geng Feiyan added, "I've never even killed a chicken in my entire life."

He Yuzhu nodded and said, "If you had really been able to do it, I could have broken my promise and made you my woman today."

"But now you've put me in a difficult position at this crucial moment by putting away the dagger. How do you want me to punish you?"

Geng Feiyan exclaimed, "I didn't even lay a hand on him, otherwise this punishment would have been over."

He Yuzhu shook his head: "Although I still have to stick to my previous promise, I can't let you off the hook."

Chapter 402 Holding a Handle

The next morning, He Yuzhu shook Geng Feiyan awake, who was sleeping face down.

"It's time to get up. I'll take you home."

Geng Feiyan opened her eyes groggily, and after moving around a little, she still felt an unbearable pain in her buttocks.

"You bastard, I wish I could stab you to death."

Now I regret not having made up my mind to stab you to death last night, you bastard.

Instead, he used this incident to threaten her, and then she was ruined.

He Yuzhu said, "Stop pretending. Nobody loves you this much, and nobody else does."

Geng Feiyan's statement was indeed somewhat exaggerated; she simply didn't want to be threatened by He Yuzhu into doing such despicable things again.

"You've never experienced it, how do you know it doesn't hurt?"

He Yuzhu said, "It's Sunday today, why don't you lie down for a while longer?"

Geng Feiyan had no desire to stay with He Yuzhu. She struggled to get up and put on her clothes, walking with a limp.

I put on my coat and headed outside.

He Yuzhu asked with some surprise, "Do you still want that photo?"

Geng Feiyan retorted angrily, "You're going to give me back everything? Besides, did you secretly take pictures of me while I was asleep last night?"

"this..."

He Yuzhu took two new photos last night.

However, it seems that Geng Feiyan is not stupid; she guessed that she was taking photos secretly again.

"Hmph, He Yuzhu, you're such a bastard."

"It's still better than all the lousy things your family does. Go ahead and sue me if you dare."

Looking at He Yuzhu's grinning face, Geng Feiyan was furious.

Why am I so unlucky? He has a hold on me, even though we haven't gone all the way yet.

However, Geng Feiyan also knew that He Yuzhu would not let her go.

He was playing a cat-and-mouse game, torturing himself until he was completely convinced before finally devouring himself.

If I were an ordinary woman, I might have gritted my teeth and filed a lawsuit.