My Silly, Sweet Wife

Fan Zhidong simply didn’t believe Ye Guichen’s words.

Leaving aside whether Ye Guichen could control or even take away the jewels, considering Luo Qianqi’s previous disrespect, Ye Guichen had every reason to kill them.

Now, Ye Guichen was talking about giving them part of the treasures. How could Fan Zhidong believe that?

Ye Guichen understood his thoughts and shrugged, casually picking up a handful of jewels, playing with them in his hand: ”Killing you is simple, but Luo Family’s worth is in the billions. If someone offers me a fortune that I can use at any time, why would I refuse?”

”Mr. Ye, be careful...” Seeing Ye Guichen picking up the jewels, Wu Caijun was startled.

Fan Zhidong’s eyelids twitched, staring at Ye Guichen closely, but said nothing.

After several minutes, Ye Guichen showed no signs of abnormality.

Fan Zhidong was inwardly shaken.

With years of experience, Fan Zhidong knew the toxin on the jewels was extremely potent, even hallucinogenic and potentially deadly to touch.

But Ye Guichen seemed unaffected, as if immune to the toxin.

”You, you...” After a long time, Fan Zhidong suppressed his inner shock, struggling with his words.

Ye Guichen smiled: ”How about it?”

Fan Zhidong took a deep breath: ”Although my relationship with the Luo Family is deep, I cannot make such a significant decision. Now that Miss Luo is like this...”

As he spoke, Fan Zhidong glanced at Luo Qianqi, implying that although she could make the decision, in her current state, even if they could take the treasures, no one could promise 51% of the Luo Family’s shares.

Ye Guichen walked to Luo Qianqi, grabbed her wrist, and gently probed, then smiled: ”Detoxifying her, that’s simple.”

”Simple?” Fan Zhidong laughed bitterly, holding Luo Qianqi to prevent her from harming herself, and smelling lightly with a more serious expression: ”Mr. Ye, although your methods are profound, I’m not a fool. I may not be very knowledgeable about poisons, but the poison in Miss Luo seems similar to a kind of voodoo from Miaojiang.”

Letting out a long sigh, Fan Zhidong smiled bitterly: ”This poison might only be curable by the Nine Flower Courtesan of Sakura Falling, but as for you...”

Though he didn’t finish his sentence, his gaze conveyed disbelief.