My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Speak up or shut up!” The other person sounded impatient.

”It’s, it’s about the artificial lake at Phoenix Pavilion, there’s been another incident.”

”Hmm?” The other person paused, then after hesitating for a moment, gave an address, ”Come over now.”

”Okay, okay.” Xie Fang agreed quickly, then hung up and drove towards the given address.

Meanwhile, in a villa not far from Phoenix Pavilion, a middle-aged man in a white robe was sitting barefoot on the sofa with his feet soaking in a basin of water.

In front of him knelt a charming woman.

The woman looked around forty years old, her face thick with makeup, wearing only a simple vest, her figure seductive.

But at this moment, the woman knelt like a servant in front of the middle-aged man, washing his feet.

If Ye Guichen were here, he would immediately recognize this woman as Pan Qiuxiang.

At this moment, Pan Qiuxiang no longer had the arrogance of the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, only extreme humility.

”Master, is someone coming?” Pan Qiuxiang asked flatteringly, continuing to rub the middle-aged man’s feet.

The middle-aged man relaxed comfortably on the sofa, ”Yes, my good-for-nothing brother-in-law is coming.”

”Should I... avoid them?” Pan Qiuxiang hesitantly asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head, ”No need, you should get to know my brother-in-law.”

Then, the middle-aged man straightened up, removed one foot from the basin, and placed it on Pan Qiuxiang’s face, rubbing it lightly.

At the same time, his foot was crawling with dense, bean-sized insects.

The bugs were all red, looked extremely strange, and nearly covered the man’s entire foot, appearing quite terrifying.

”Qiuxiang, since I first came to Jinling and saw you, I knew you would achieve great things. I didn’t expect that within a few years, you would become the president of the Chinese Medicine Association. Your tactics truly impressed me.”

As the middle-aged man’s foot kept rubbing against Pan Qiuxiang’s face, some of the bugs also crawled onto her face.

Although a flash of fear crossed Pan Qiuxiang’s eyes, she quickly regained her composure, letting the bugs crawl over her face. ”Master, even as president of the Chinese Medicine Association, I’m still just your servant. Without your love bugs, I could never have gotten where I am today.”

”Hehe, as long as you know,” the middle-aged man was very satisfied with Pan Qiuxiang’s response. ”Behave well. I don’t care how many gigolos you keep outside or what you do with the love bugs. But you must remember, you’re just my servant. If I want to kill you, it’s as easy as snapping my fingers. But if you obey, I’ll grant you eternal youth!”

As he spoke, the bugs on his foot seemed to receive an order, quickly swarming onto Pan Qiuxiang’s face.