His Genius Wife Is A Superstar Chapter 1680: Extend the Stay

Jin Liwei occupied the living room of the suite throughout the night. He remained fixed on his phone, furiously typing and reading, while occasionally placing calls to various individuals.

As dawn arrived, the storm began to subside. Nevertheless, dark, dense clouds continued to shroud the sun, casting a gloomy shadow over the devastated city.

Jiang Ying Yue and Lin Yehan exited their bedroom. Clad in her sharp bodyguard attire, Jiang Ying Yue greeted Jin Liwei before stepping away to meet with her colleagues. Meanwhile, her husband appeared more relaxed, wearing jeans and a simple white tee. Lin Yehan’s eyes widened the moment he noticed Jin Liwei.

"Third Brother, did you not sleep at all?" he inquired.

"En." Jin Liwei massaged his jaw, where coarse stubble had begun to sprout.

"You look ghastly."

Jin Liwei grunted and caught his reflection in a nearby mirror. Indeed, he looked terrible. His eyes were shot with red, and the heavy bags underneath seemed deep enough to hold coins. He let out a weary sigh.

Lin Yehan shook his head, choosing not to reprimand his third brother. He understood that Jin Liwei had likely spent the entire night strategizing how to handle those who had dared to afflict his wife. If such a calamity had befallen Jiang Ying Yue, he too would move heaven and earth to extract vengeance. What else could they do? It was a simple case of devoted husbands acting on the duty to shield their wives and children from harm.

"My affairs here in the Philippines are wrapped up," he stated. "Though I wish to stay with Ying Yue, urgent matters demand my attention back home, especially now that the deal is finalized. If the weather holds, I intend to depart tomorrow."

"That is good." Jin Liwei gave a nod. "Congratulations on securing a new agricultural market for your enterprise, Eldest Brother."

A soft smile touched Lin Yehan’s lips. "Thank you, Third Brother. Please keep a watchful eye on my wife. I won't be able to see her for some time."

"En."

"I am also aching to see my son. I’m slightly concerned that Fifth Brother might be pushing the boy too hard during training. How old is Little Jun? During our video call yesterday, Ying Yue and I noticed our son actually has abs! Can you believe it? Had my wife not intervened, I would have flown back immediately to give Lu Zihao, that brute, a piece of my mind!"

Jin Liwei’s eyes grew wide. "My godson has abs already? That quickly?"

Lin Yehan frowned and nodded. "I was furious, but my wife insisted that our son inherited his physique from her. She claimed that because she packs muscle easily despite her gender, it is only natural for a boy, and that since she enjoys rigorous training, Little Jun clearly takes after her."

Jin Liwei also frowned. While Little Jun was not biologically related to him or his wife, they cared for the child as if he were their own. The boy had only recently begun to heal from the trauma of his kidnapping. Overexerting him with intense training sessions would surely be counterproductive.

Just as he prepared to call his brother-in-law, Nikolai (Lu Zihao), Jiang Ying Yue entered the room.

She had caught the end of their conversation. "I understand both of you worry about Little Jun, but please do not obsess over it. My son possesses a robust constitution like mine. As his mother, I know every facet of his development. Little Jun has improved remarkably since becoming a disciple to his master. He views Fifth Brother as his hero; he wants to grow up just like him. I refuse to stifle his enthusiasm or crush his dreams. Instead, I want to support his choices. Dr. Grace Poon even noted that training serves as a coping mechanism for his past trauma. Since it seems to be helping, I wish to allow him to continue. Besides, I trust in Fifth Brother and Jinjing. They will not allow my son any harm while we are away."

Lin Yehan sighed and shook his head, though he chose not to argue with his wife.

"En." Since the mother had delivered her verdict, there was little left for Jin Liwei to say.

The door to the other bedroom opened, and a fashionable figure stepped out. Before he even reached the group, they were hit by the scent of his cologne—Jin Chonglin’s signature fragrance from the Liberté line, "Vaillance".

"Good morning, God, my celestial peers, and the entire planet! The magnificent and handsome Dominic Chua has risen to sprinkle joy, serenity, and love upon all gorgeous beings like me! La la la la la~ La la la la la~ La la la la la la la la la la la la~ Doobie doobie doodoo~ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~"

Jiang Ying Yue giggled. "Good morning, Dom."

"Good morning, Sis Yue~ Looking as sharp as ever! Ah, Eldest Bro Boss, good morning to you too! Sir boss, what happened to you?! Why do you look like you’re about to shift into a zombie?! Did you skip sleep entirely?"

Jin Liwei let out a grunt.

Dom ignored his silence and resumed his non-stop chatter. "Has my gorgeous boss not risen yet? How devastated she would be to find her beloved husband looking like a walking corpse! Sir boss, why don’t you get some shut-eye? Our entire schedule for today is scrapped due to the weather. It’s alright, though; nothing beats the power of God! Let’s do our best, and God will handle the rest. My gorgeous boss has been grinding so hard for so long. A spontaneous day of rest is a rare luxury. We must seize it to restore our glow so we can return to work looking fresh. Am I right or am I right? Hehehe~"

Jin Liwei rubbed his brow, gave the group a wave, and retreated into the master bedroom without a word. He had been fine, but felt an wave of exhaustion crash over him the moment Dom appeared. The raw talent of his wife’s best friend was truly something else.

"Sweet dreams, sir boss~" Dom piped up, wishing him well.

Jiang Ying Yue shared a knowing look with her husband, Lin Yehan.

Dom pivoted to them, asking, "What are we thinking for breakfast? Should we dine downstairs or—"

Jin Liwei slammed the bedroom door shut to drown out the chatter. He made a beeline for the bed.

"Are you awake, love?"

"Hm." Iris sat up and reached her arms out toward him.

He collapsed onto the bed and pulled her into a tight embrace, breathing in her scent. "Good morning, love."

"Morning...." Iris remained groggy, resting her head against his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat.

The blackout curtains remained sealed, leaving her unable to determine if the weather had cleared.

After a few moments, Iris felt more alert. She looked up, only to squint in surprise at her husband’s disheveled state.

"What on earth happened to you?!"

He let out a sigh, a faint smile touching his lips. "Just a bit worn out." He quickly shifted the subject, aiming to distract her. "Dominic mentioned that your entire schedule for the day has been wiped clean."

"Oh. Then we ought to rest today."

"En."

He pressed a kiss to her brow before rising to draw the curtains. The TV was still on, though several channels were down due to the power issues.

Iris cycled to a local news station. While many of the specialized terms eluded her, the visuals made it clear that the storm had wreaked havoc on the capital and its outskirts the previous night.

She moved toward the window, looking out over the cityscape. Vehicles and motorists already clogged the streets; life pressed forward despite the wreckage. People had to work—provided their workplaces remained open—to earn their keep and survive.

Since arriving in the Philippines, she had mostly experienced the lap of luxury, yet she could still see poverty lurking at the edges.

Beggars. The unhoused. Roadside stalls selling food in the open air. Manual laborers braving the searing heat. Commuters packed into public transit.

Yet, despite the hardship, Iris was struck by the frequency of smiling faces.

Initially, she figured it was just basic politeness—a mask to hide the strain. But after a few days, she realized the smiles were genuine. They were welcoming her and her entourage with sincere warmth. Even those with so little to give were ready to share out of sheer kindness.

How tragic. How beautiful. How truly inspirational.

"Darling."

"Hm?" Jin Liwei was busy changing from his pajamas into casual wear.

"I’d like to extend our stay in the Philippines. Even if just for one more day."

"Of course." He agreed instantly, without asking why.

She beamed at him. "I want to bring Iris of Hope to this country."

At that precise moment, the news aired a panoramic view of shattered shacks in the city’s slums. Reports of missing persons flashed on the screen as the public hoped for no fatalities.

Though the storm wasn't classified as a typhoon, the economic weight of the damage was immense. Neighborhoods without adequate drainage had been completely submerged.

The couple watched the broadcast in silence. Having both been raised in the lap of luxury, they could scarcely fathom such harsh trials.

Jin Liwei reached out, gently smoothing his wife's hair. "Very well. We will bring Iris of Hope to the Philippines."