Sweet Wife in My Arms Chapter 2510
Previously on Sweet Wife in My Arms...
But explain to him, what's happening here? Did they mess up the door somehow? Or have they stepped into a wuxia film? How on earth is this woman such a fierce fighter?
From where did this woman emerge? This madwoman, where did she spring from? This she-devil, how did she appear?
Yan Huan pulled out her phone and called Lu Yi. He excelled at handling these situations.
Soon enough, Lu Yi arrived. Lei Qingyi had nabbed these thugs himself. No need for him to call in help; his massive, bearish frame alone terrified them into submission.
Before long, Lei Qingyi emerged. His posture was utterly at ease, though his expression dripped with contempt. Clearly, he'd extracted the info.
“You got it?”
Lu Yi inquired, his tone more declarative than interrogative. It signaled his certainty that Lei Qingyi had pried out every detail. Who was the mastermind behind the order?
“Of course. Do you doubt my skills?” Lei Qingyi plopped down, propping his feet on the desk. “Those losers spilled it all after a little intimidation. They even confessed their ancestors' secrets back eight generations.”
“Who did it?”
Lu Yi took a seat. Glancing back, he spotted Yan Huan casually gaming on her laptop, acting like nothing occurred. He'd never appreciated her bizarre prowess before. But reflecting now, that extraordinary power was a true blessing for her. At least, she wouldn't waste it on him; instead, it safeguarded her life.
Lei Qingyi chugged a huge glass of water prior to answering.
“That Su Muran from the Su family. You know, the one riding high lately, the gal my Lingling curses daily?”
Whenever Lei Qingyi uttered 'Su', fury bubbled up. He loathed anyone Lingling despised. That Su Muran looked ugly and dim-witted, pig-faced yet chasing stardom. Even his Lingling outshone her in beauty.
And in Lei Qingyi’s view now,
Yi Ling shone as the prettiest, cutest, and loveliest. She effortlessly outclassed that Su.
That one was hideous and fake. Lacking real talent, she resorted to dirty tricks. She figured they were all pushovers. But once they bared their teeth, the Su family would get devoured whole.
Soon, Su Qingdong confronted the figures before him. Fists balled hard, he itched to throttle his daughter Su Muran. Was her head truly that empty?
Why the lack of basic sense?
Hadn't he drilled those lessons into her before?
Or did studying abroad rot her brain? She actually targeted that woman. Who did she imagine her foe was? Some alley stray cat or mutt?
That was Yan Huan. Sure, Yan Huan was just an entertainer navigating showbiz,
yet backing her stood the Ye family, Lu family, and Zhou family.
Caught in the act, with witnesses and proof stacked against them—what defense remained?
Su Muran remained far too green. Likely, she'd pulled such stunts repeatedly. Given her spoiled nature, she couldn't stand anyone outshining her from childhood, so she struck from the shadows.
She must have been quite practiced at it.
How else would she source thugs and tail targets so easily?
Ultimately, she ignored how the righteous always hold the high ground over evil. What did she take her hired goons for? One bold heart doesn't match ten or eight.
She'd left behind her contacts, the transfer records, and on-site voice logs. All this proof now rested with Lei Qingyi, ample to demolish Su Muran's name.
The bigger her fame, the mightier the Su family—these scandals would shame them utterly, tainting their legacy forever, let alone the Ye and Xi families' wrath.
Su Qingdong realized this couldn't drag on. Without a solid resolution, they'd escalate it massively. Should it explode, the whole Su clan couldn't withstand the fallout.
“How can you all let this matter go?”
All present were sharp; no point in stalling or blabbering. It boiled down to this anyway.
“Let it go?” Lei Qingyi sneered, lips curling.
Mr. Su’s daughter sure had guts. “Kidnapping like this is just something to brush off.”
Only Yan Huan's skills saved her. Without them, who'd guess the damage she'd endure?
There was no point in negotiating conditions with Su Qingdong anymore. Even if she shed tears, it wouldn't make a difference.
Wanting them to release Su Muran without consequences? Hah, keep dreaming.
Lei Qingyi pressed his lips together, forcing a insincere grin.
Easier said than done, indeed.
“Are you after money or something else?” Su Qingdong noticed Lei Qingyi and Lu Yi staying silent, so he continued, “Name your price, and if it's within my power, I'll do everything possible.”
He simply wished they'd forgive her youth and foolishness. Rest assured, Su Qingdong vowed to teach her a strict lesson moving forward.
Lu Yi lifted his head. “Money? I've got plenty.”
Money had never mattered to Lu Yi; he'd never been short of it. Even relying solely on his salary, he could comfortably support his family and let his wife enjoy a lavish lifestyle.
“So what is it you want?”
Su Qingdong clenched his fingers tighter.
In this world, anything solvable with cash wasn't a real problem.
Yet the Lu family wasn't short on funds, nor was Lu Yi. If money could settle this, he'd wonder if the entire Su family's wealth could overwhelm Lu Yi.
“Just one condition.”
Lu Yi slipped a hand into his trouser pocket. He stood relaxed yet upright, true to his soldier background—always possessing that unyielding posture whether seated or standing.
“What's that?”
Su Qingdong relaxed a bit upon hearing this. Demands were manageable. Yes, as long as they had demands. No matter what, Su Muran couldn't be humiliated, and the Su family couldn't lose face.
“Su Muran made my wife slap her.”
Lu Yi stated calmly.
Su Qingdong froze in shock.
Lei Qingyi froze in shock.
Good lord, others might miss it, but how could Lei Qingyi not grasp it? With Yan Huan's freakish power, forget a slap—even a gentle finger jab could leave someone writhing in agony. A full slap? That would be fatal.