Chapter 523
My Rich Wife
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yan Ruoxueâs words instantly infuriated Yan Yongxiu!
He raised his hand and was about to slap Yan Ruoxue!
But in the end, his hand only froze in mid-air.
âIf grandfather was still here, he wouldnât have tolerated you guys doing this,â Yan Ruoxue said coldly.
At the mention of Yan Yunheng, Yan Yongxiu seemed to have found another excuse.
He snorted coldly and said, âYou still have the nere to mention your grandfather? Qin Yu is your grandfatherâs murderer!â
âIs that so?â The corners of Yan Ruoxueâs mouth curled into a sneer.
âFather, I think you know better than me whether my grandfather is dead or not.â
Yan Yongxiuâs expression changed and he berated, âDonât talk nonsense! Your grandfather has already passed away!â
âIs that so?â The sneer on Yan Ruoxueâs expression became more and more intense.
âStop making excuses for your own cowardice.â
âYouâre just afraid of my uncle. Even if you have doubts in your heart, you donât dare to say it out loud, right?â
After he heard Yan Ruoxueâs words, Yan Yongxiuâs expression became extremely ugly!
âYou... Youâre spouting nonsense!â Yan Yongxiu turned his face to the side.
âAll of you are pretentious hypocrites. On the one hand, you bow down to the stronger ones, and on the other hand, you look down on the weaker ones at the bottom.â
âI donât know how many strengths Qin Yu has, but at least he wonât be as cowardly as you guys.â
Yan Yongxiu was so angry that his face turned ashen, but he had nothing to say.
He had always believed that his father wasnât dead, but now, he didnât dare to think too much about it.
He even forced himself to believe in Yan Sihaiâs words.
âIn short, thereâs no chance between you and Qin Yu anymore,â Yan Yongxiu said coldly.
âSeptember 9th is the day of your wedding, and also the day of Qin Yuâs death.â
After saying this, Yan Yongxiu turned his head and left.
A trace of anguish flashed across Yan Ruoxueâs fair and tender face.
Tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes.
...
On this day, Qin Yu sat in the courtyard while trying his best to find the way to step into the Martial Marquis realm.
At this moment, Qin Yuâs phone suddenly rang.
He took the phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number from Jingdu.
âHan Wei?â After thinking about it, Qin Yu felt that it could only be Han Wei.
Thus, he picked up the phone and sneered. âHan Wei, have you thought about how to beg for mercy in front of me?â
However, a familiar and pleasant voice came from the other end.
This voice was none other than Yan Ruoxueâs!
âQin Yu, are you okay?â
When he heard Yan Ruoxueâs voice, Qin Yuâs heart immediately began to race!
He hurriedly got up and said anxiously, âIâm fine. Ruoxue, where are you now? Did you suffer? You...â
âQin Yu, I donât have much time. Listen to me,â Yan Ruoxue interrupted Qin Yu.
She said on the phone, âQin Yu, on September 9th, you must not come to Jingdu.â
âI grew up in an aristocratic family and know their methods.â
âWhether you win or lose, they wonât let you leave Jingdu. I donât want to see you die.â
Qin Yu gritted his teeth. He grabbed the phone and said, âRuoxue, I will definitely take you away from Jingdu on that day. Wait for me!â
Yan Ruoxue wanted to say something, but a rough voice came from the other end.
âWho let you make the call?â Yan Sihaiâs voice came from the phone.
Before Yan Ruoxue could say anything, the phone was snatched away.
Then, Qin Yu heard a bang! It was like the sound of the phone being smashed!
âRuoxue!â
Qin Yu immediately became anxious.
He hurriedly called back, but the sound of the phone being turned off came from the other end!
âYan Sihai, f * ck you!â Qin Yu couldnât help but curse!
It was obvious that Yan Ruoxue was suffering!
And all of this was because of Yan Sihai!
âYan Sihai... I will definitely kill you! I will personally kill you!â Qin Yu gritted his teeth and anger filled his chest.
He wanted nothing more than to immediately rush to Jingdu and personally kill Yan Sihai!
At this moment, Qin Yuâs phone rang again.
The caller was Han Wei this time!
After the call was connected, he heard Han Wei say over the phone, âQin Yu, have you heard about my wedding with Ruoxue?â
âF * ck you!â Qin Yu scolded.
Han Wei wasnât angry. He laughed out loud and said, âWhat, are you anxious now? Haha, thatâs expected. When facing something that you are powerless to change, other than being anxious, what else can you do?â
Qin Yu said with a cold expression, âHan Wei, let me tell you, Yan Ruoxue doesnât like you at all. Also, on the 9th of September, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!â
âHahahahaha!â Han Wei suddenly laughed out loud in a dramatic manner.
âYouâre right. She doesnât like me. So what?â Han Wei said with a sinister tone.
âQin Yu, I also told you that after we get married, I will make her kneel in front of me every day to serve me!â
âDoesnât she like you? Then I will break your limbs in front of her! I will lock you in a cage! I will let you see how I punish Yan Ruoxue every day!â
When he heard Han Weiâs words, Qin Yu couldnât help but clench his fists!
âOh, I heard that you have stepped into the half-step Martial Marquis Realm, right? And you even injured Xia Hang?â Han Wei changed the topic and said indifferently.
âFor an ant, your achievements are indeed not bad, but unfortunately, you are still an ant in front of me. I can stomp you to death with just a lift of my foot.â
âAs for your little achievements, in my eyes, they arenât worth mentioning at all.â
Qin Yu roared crazily, âHan Wei! If I donât kill you, Iâm not human!â
Han Wei sneered. âOkay, I hope you can appear at my wedding with Yan Ruoxue on September 9th.â
Han Wei deliberately emphasized the word âweddingâ.
After saying this, Han Wei directly hung up the phone.
Qin Yu grabbed the phone and threw it to the ground!
Qin Yu was really anxious.
He sat on the ground in dejection.
Han Weiâs words were like a thorn that stabbed into Qin Yuâs heart.
When he was talking about Yan Ruoxue, Qin Yuâs heart felt as if it had been pierced by thousands of arrows.
âI will never allow such a thing to happen...â
Qin Yuâs expression was extremely complicated. There was anger, pain, and more importantly, impatience.
âYouâre sitting on the ground? What kind of divine technique are you practicing?â
At this moment, a familiar voice entered his ears.
Qin Yu looked up and saw a cheeky-looking man with a mustache sitting on the wall.
âMan with the mustache?â Qin Yu hurriedly stood up and took a step forward and quickly arrived in front of the man with the mustache.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the clothes of the man with the mustache. He said coldly, âYou left without saying goodbye last time. How dare you come find me today?â
âDidnât I promise to take you to three Big Graves?â The man with the mustache muttered.