Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Now, in the hearts of Moran and the other women in Duwei, there is a tacitly agreed-upon forbidden place: Edinburgh.

Because this city is where Yang Caiyu lives, and everyone understands that she holds an unshakeable position in Du Weiguo's heart.

Her position is unshakeable and will not change because of any woman, nor can it be hindered by time or space.

Because Yang Caiyu was not only Du Weiguo's only legally wedded wife, but also the object of his obsession.

When Du Weiguo first transmigrated to this unfamiliar time and space, every day felt like playing an incredibly realistic single-player game.

Moran remained silent for a long while, her voice becoming even drier and trembling slightly:
"Wesley, you...you're going to see her?"

"Yes, we should go find her." Du Weiguo nodded, without saying anything more.

"Then, then you'll pay it back later, pay it back~~"

Hearing such a confident answer, Moran's heart sank. Overwhelmed with fear, even this quick-witted person lost the ability to organize her thoughts.

Moran has a deep understanding of human nature and also knows Du Weiguo.

He is actually quite a contradictory person. On the surface, he does some earth-shattering things, but deep down he has the genes of a petty bourgeois.

His deepest desire was not to look down on the world like he does now, but to live a simple and leisurely life with his beloved.

Three meals a day, all year round.

The reason why he was able to ascend to the altar step by step, besides his extraordinary abilities, was mainly because he was swept up by the overwhelming tide of the times and pushed to this point.

There was no choice given the circumstances. If you didn't kill, you would be killed; if you didn't pursue power, you would be crushed into dust by those in power.

However, now that Du Weiguo has gained momentum and has no enemies in front of him, he has forcefully carved out a path to clarity.

As long as he doesn't suddenly die, the core of the Fiend Clan will be as stable as Mount Tai, and no one will dare to jump out and provoke him again.

Moreover, given the current momentum, it should only take about ten years, or even less.

The Demon Gods would no longer need Du Weiguo's protection and could stand proudly in the world, facing any challenge on their own.

In other words, Du Weiguo can now completely step down from the front line, put away his weapons and let his horses graze freely, and even if there are occasional disputes, he will no longer need to personally intervene.

That's what Moran is afraid of.

She feared that Du Weiguo would take Yang Caiyu to a secluded place where no one knew them, and live in seclusion there, never to be seen again.

Du Weiguo has a history of doing this kind of thing; he disappeared for several months before, which can be considered a warning to everyone.

Over time, Du Weiguo also came to understand Mo Lan, and he could guess what she was worried about just by looking at her expression.

"Hehehe~ Moran, what are you thinking about?" He laughed.

"I poured my heart and soul, risked my life to build this empire, do you think I would just abandon it? Would I be that stupid?"

"On another note, even if I don't love power but love beauty, you know I'm a womanizer. Do you think Yang Caiyu alone can hold me back?"

Upon hearing his sincere yet shameless confession, Moran was stunned for a moment, then smiled, the gloom on her face vanishing.

“That’s true, Wesley. You have a pretty good understanding of yourself.”

Du Weiguo lifted her chin with his fingers and gently pinched it:

"Moran, don't worry that I'll never come back. Just be your queen. Don't worry, I'll be there for you the moment you need me."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Moran's expression suddenly turned cold, and she slapped his dog paw away.

"So you're saying we can only meet again if something happens to me? If nothing happens to me, does that mean we'll never see each other again?"

Du Weiguo's hand was touched, feeling like a tickle, while Mo Lan grimaced in pain.

He took Moran's hand and rubbed it for her.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You know perfectly well that I didn't mean that."

"Tch!" Moran rolled her eyes.

Whether or not you meant it, only you know the truth in your heart.

"Besides, with so many young and beautiful women around you now, do you think you'd still be interested in an old woman like me?"

Moran emphasized the words "old woman," as this was indeed a source of worry for her.

Of all Du Weiguo's women, she is the oldest, already 29 years old this year, which is not considered young by today's standards.

"Old woman?"

Du Weiguo raised an eyebrow, reached out and pulled her into his arms, and with his other hand, he unceremoniously climbed onto her ample bosom.

"Where can you find such a beautiful and voluptuous old woman? Tsk, tsk, that skin, that feel, it's practically flawless!"

Moran gave him a playful push, and said in a slightly annoyed tone:

"I'm not some naive little girl who's never seen the world. Don't try to fool me with those sweet words."

"Oh?" Du Weiguo grinned wickedly, a lewd expression on his face, and whispered in her ear:

"Then tell me, what kind of world have you seen?"

While he was talking, his hands were also busy, constantly touching him with practiced and professional techniques.

Moran, having been celibate for a long time, could hardly resist such an onslaught. Her cheeks gradually flushed, her body grew hot, and desire tinged her eyes.

"The most worldly thing I've ever seen is you. Are you satisfied with that?"

"Hey, I'm only so-so. Moran, I think we should put it to the test. Let's see what it's really like!"

Before he could finish speaking, Du Weiguo swept her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom.

The next morning, while Moran was still asleep, Du Weiguo boarded a plane and left without saying goodbye. It was Rod who came to pick him up.

That afternoon, he arrived in Motihari, India, and not by parachute, but by landing at the airport.

In just over six months, this border town, previously untouched by law, has undergone a dramatic transformation.

The urban area has expanded nearly tenfold, with dozens or even hundreds of new asphalt roads built, along with supporting streetlights and water supply and drainage systems.

With electricity provided throughout the city, the dilapidated shantytowns were almost completely cleared out, and a large number of uniformly styled tenement buildings were newly built, including several high-rise buildings of more than ten stories.

The city has all the necessary supporting buildings, including factories, hospitals, police stations, schools, post offices, shops, restaurants, and hotels. There's also a new airport with two runways on the outskirts of the city.

On the road, cars flowed in and out, and the pedestrians were all well-dressed and had rosy complexions.

To be honest, there isn't a city in all of India that can compare to Motihari right now, not even the most developed and prosperous Mumbai.

Actually, upon closer reflection, such a change is not surprising.

Motihari is located at the crossroads of three countries—no, now it's a four-country border—making its trade environment exceptionally favorable.

Although India was extremely poor, it was also rich in resources and could be self-sufficient in all kinds of supplies at very low cost.

With money, you can buy anything.

The key is that the labor cost in India is extremely low, so low that it can be almost ignored. Basically, as long as you provide food, the Indians will work hard without complaint.

"Brother-in-law, what do you think? This city has changed a lot, hasn't it?"

Hu San patted Du Weiguo on the shoulder, his expression smug and beaming.

Du Weiguo nodded:

"Indeed, I didn't recognize it at all. I thought I'd come to the wrong place. Third Brother, was this all your doing?" Hu San became even more smug, puffing out his chest: "Absolutely! Who do you think I am, Hu San? This is nothing!"

"Alright, Hu Laosan, stop bragging! How can you be so shameless?"

Lin Jiaojiao had a fiery temper. Extremely impatient, she grabbed Hu San and pulled him off balance, exposing his lie without any politeness.

Caught off guard, Hu San nearly fell. Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, he said:

"Oh, my temper! Lin Jiaojiao, you son of a bitch~"

His roar abruptly stopped as Madam Yuan suddenly stepped forward, took his arm, and patted it gently.

Her actions successfully attracted Du Weiguo's attention.

Lady Yuan was still dressed the same as before, in a black long robe, with a thin silver carved metal mask on her face, making her look aloof and mysterious.

However, her eyes were no longer as gloomy and desperate as before, but were filled with longing for life.

It's easy to tell from her natural interaction with Hu San that they have definitely crossed the final line.

Not far behind Madam Yuan stood a girl, about ten years old, very tall and beautiful, who was looking at Du Weiguo with a curious expression.

She is an ability user, and her life force fluctuations are extremely strong. Clearly, she is Madam Yuan's genius daughter, Xiao Rong.

Du Weiguo forced a warm smile: "You must be Xiao Rong?"

"Yes, I am Gong Rong (I took my mother's name)."

Xiao Rong was very courageous. Facing Du Weiguo, she showed no fear whatsoever and even asked him in return:

"You're the Demon God? You're the one who spent 5000 million US dollars to redeem me from the research institute?"

"Hehehe~" Du Weiguo laughed.

"Wow, you even knew that? You're pretty impressive."

Previously, Du Weiguo entrusted Huo Xian from Hong Kong Island to mediate this matter through his connections in the north, but only he and Huo Xian knew the specific amount involved.

Huo Xian couldn't have directly contacted Xiao Rong, much less told her these things. So there's only one answer: she found out from the north through her own methods.

Xiao Rong is still young, and when she hears praise, especially from someone who is universally recognized as the world's number one, she inevitably gets a little cocky.

"That's right! I really am very capable. At the research institute, I'm the boss, and all those guys listen to me!"

"Those guys?" Du Weiguo raised an eyebrow, keenly extracting the key point in that sentence:
"Xiao Rong, at your research institute~"

"Hey! Hey!"

Seeing them chatting enthusiastically, Lin Jiaojiao, feeling neglected, was very indignant and couldn't help but interrupt.

"Young Du, you need to get your priorities straight. I'm the boss here. When you come to my territory, shouldn't you ask me first?"

"Hehehe~" Du Weiguo was amused by her.

He immediately stopped smiling, solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Jiaojiao, and loudly proclaimed:

"My name is Xu Pao Zhang Man (Chun Dian, meaning surname Du). I am passing through your esteemed place today and would like to pay my respects to Chief Lin!"

"Hahaha!"

Lin Jiaojiao is not very shrewd and is the type who will beam with joy if given a little encouragement. When she heard Du Weiguo use the Spring Festival ceremony to pay respects to the mountain gate, she was immediately amused and her body trembled with laughter.

"Hey kid Du, you even know gang slang?"

At that moment, Nightmare, Shota, Kagura, Shinmai, and Rod got off the plane one after another and slowly walked to stand behind Du Weiguo.

"Ok?"

Lin Jiaojiao sniffed, and her smiling face, which had been beaming just moments before, crumbled almost instantly, turning ashen and gloomy.

She glared fiercely at Shenwu and Shenle before turning back to Duwei Kingdom, saying mockingly:
"Young Du, you're quite the ladies' man, and you're getting more and more promiscuous. Do you keep two concubines with you at all times, ready to have your way with us anytime, anywhere?"

These words immediately made the atmosphere at the scene heavy.

Although neither Shenwu nor Shenle spoke, they both stared at her with fierce eyes. If looks could kill, Lin Jiaojiao would probably be torn to pieces by now.

Lin Jiaojiao was not one to back down from trouble; her eyes turned sharp.

"Damn it, you two Japanese brats dare to glare at me? Have I been too kind to you?"

"Damn it, you want to fight? Come on, you two little brats, come at me together. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you, I won't kill you!"

Provoked like this, especially by a rival in love, Kagura and Shinmai couldn't hold back and took a step forward almost simultaneously.

However, they remained rational and did not immediately start fighting. Instead, they all turned to look at Du Weiguo and asked for his opinion.

"Heh, your family education is quite strict. You Japanese are indeed born to be slaves."

Seeing this, Lin Jiaojiao became even angrier and spoke more sarcastically.

At this moment, Du Weiguo finally spoke:

"Alright, Lin Jiaojiao, who I'm with is my private matter. What's it to you?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao was both angry and annoyed, but she had no words to refute it. The momentum she had just built up visibly dissipated.

Du Weiguo didn't give her a chance to speak, and continued in a serious tone:

"Lin Jiaojiao, I have important business to attend to in Motihari City. I need to completely eradicate the hidden dangers in the Demon Mist Mountain!"

"Hmm?" Lin Jiaojiao's attention was immediately diverted when this topic was brought up.

"How do you plan to eliminate this hidden danger? Has that old serpent returned? That shouldn't be the case."

Du Weiguo shook his head noncommittally:

"I don't know either. It's probably not back yet. But whether it comes back or not, I'm going to wipe out the billions of dragon insects in the mountains and destroy its lair as well."

"What? You want to wipe out the dragon-like creatures in the mountains?"

Lin Jiaojiao's voice suddenly rose, and her beautiful eyes sharpened, flashing with a dangerous light.

"Hmm." Du Weiguo nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Lin Jiaojiao, this thing's reproductive ability is terrifying. If the population is too large, it will do more harm than good. We must eliminate it."

Lin Jiaojiao didn't speak, but her face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water, and she exuded a chilling aura.

These dragon-like insects in Demon Mist Mountain might be a world-ending calamity for others, but for her, they are the most precious treasure trove, and most importantly, a source of soldiers.

In a sense, it was the foundation of her livelihood.

Lin Jiaojiao's willingness to stay in Motihari was only partly due to Du Weiguo; the main reason was the countless dragons in the mountains.

Now, that bastard Du Weiguo actually wants to exterminate the dragon worm, which is tantamount to cutting off her lifeline.

Du Weiguo wasn't blind, so of course he saw Lin Jiaojiao's face, which was about to explode with rage.

If she weren't truly unable to defeat him, given Lin Jiaojiao's fiery temper, she would have already taken action.

Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at her and said irritably:

Why are you staring at me like that? Do you want to eat me?

"I never said I wanted to completely exterminate the dragon-worms. As long as I leave you a sufficient number of mother worms, you can have as many of these as you need whenever you want." (End of Chapter)