My wife is a reborn big boss

The next day, Wu Qiong got up early and went down to the first floor of the inn. There weren't many people in the lobby in the early morning. Su Mubai had been sitting at the table by the window for who knows how long. The people sitting around eating breakfast were intimidated by her cold aura and only dared to peek from afar. No one dared to go up and chat with her.

"Little Bai, you're up really early." Wu Qiong stretched and sat down opposite Little Bai. "Waiter! Bring the food!"

"Coming right up!" The waiter brought over two bowls of white rice porridge, a dish of pickled radish, and a dish of tofu with scallions.

Wu Qiong picked up a piece of pickled radish with his chopsticks, then took a sip of rice porridge, his eyes lighting up: "Xiao Bai, you should try this, the porridge here is really good."

Su Mubai, who had been watching Wu Qiong with his chin in his hand ever since Wu Qiong arrived, didn't touch his chopsticks. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "I have something to take care of, so I can't go to Xien Manor with you."

Wu Qiong paused for a moment while picking up tofu, then continued picking up food: "Is it urgent? Do you need me to go with you?"

The young woman shook her head: "No need, I can handle it."

The two were speechless for a moment.

After a moment of silence, Su Mubai said, "Be careful when you go to Xien Manor. There might be danger there."

"Hmm." Wu Qiong stopped what he was doing, looked up and smiled at Miss Bai.

Feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze, Miss Bai couldn't help but turn her head away, asking, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the most beautiful girl in the world," Wu Qiong said with a smile.

The young woman's cheeks flushed slightly as she turned to look at Wu Qiong with a dangerous gaze: "Do you... treat other women like this too?"

"Absolutely not," Wu Qiong said solemnly, sensing the faint pressure emanating from the other side.

"Never mind, I'll come find you after I've dealt with this. Take care." Miss Bai stood up, preparing to leave.

"So eager? Aren't you going to finish your meal before you leave?" Wu Qiong asked in surprise.

"No, thank you." Miss Bai paused for a moment, but did not turn around.

"Then, take care."

"Um."

......

The sun gradually rose higher.

Wu Qiong, who hadn't finished his bowl of porridge, looked around the increasingly crowded lobby:

"Oh no! I forgot to tell Xiaobai to leave some money. Are we going to have to dine and dash again? I need to think of something."

While thinking and glancing around, Wu Qiong's eyes lit up. Sitting diagonally behind him was a man dressed in black, with a long sword on the table. At the next table was a group of spoiled rich kids, one of whom was particularly handsome, and even Wu Qiong couldn't help but take a second look.

Wu Qiongxian sized up the swordsman.

His hands were calloused, indicating he was an expert swordsman, but... his clothes were rather old, and the cuffs were frayed, making him look rather poor.

Wu Qiong sighed inwardly, then glanced at the group of playboys at the table next to the swordsman.

These people were all dressed in silk, some even with gold thread trim on their sleeves; they were clearly wealthy. "They're the ones!" Wu Qiong made up his mind, and just as he opened his mouth, "Gentlemen..."

"That's him!" Seven or eight people rushed in through the door and surrounded the swordsman. The diners in the hall immediately turned their attention to him.

Wu Qiong frowned, interrupted, and sat back down.

"Ye Xiu of the Falling Flowers Longsword Sect! He's the one who killed our sect leader!" the burly man in the lead said to the men around him.

The swordsman scoffed, "Life and death are determined by fate. Your gang leader died by my sword in a duel with me, what else do you have to say?"

One of them angrily shouted, "If this is a martial arts competition, why resort to killing?!"

Swordsman Ye Xiu gently stroked the longsword on the table: "If this 'Falling Petals' sword is drawn without drawing blood, how can it live up to my name 'Falling Petals Glory'?"

"Why waste so much time talking nonsense!" The leader waved his hand. "There's no need to follow the rules of the martial world with this kind of person. Let's all attack and kill him!" With that, the group drew their swords and charged towards Ye Zixiu.

Ye Zixiu remained calm, drew his sword, and casually unleashed several sword energies.

"How...is this possible..." The leader, his face filled with terror, clutched his bleeding throat and slowly collapsed.

Sigh, even this can cause trouble. Wu Qiong casually dispersed his sword energy, speechlessly looking at the corpses scattered on the ground.

"A bunch of trash." Ye Xiu sneered and picked up his wine glass.

"Ye Xiu, the 'Fallen Flowers Glory,' is indeed extraordinary." The exceptionally handsome young man at the table of playboys slowly lowered his hand that had dispersed the sword energy and chuckled.

"What advice do you have?" Ye Xiu replied coldly.

"I've heard so much about him, but..." The young man glanced at Wu Qiong and said with a playful tone, "If it were me, I wouldn't easily provoke that person."

Wu Qiong turned around: "If you pay for this meal, then it's fine. After all, I also look down on those good-for-nothings who call themselves righteous sects but say they don't need to follow the rules of the martial arts world."

"Hmph!" Ye Xiu snorted coldly, saying to the handsome young man, "So what if we mess with this spineless coward!"

The young man smiled slightly and remained silent.

Ye Xiu turned around and looked at Wu Qiong with disdain: "Do you still dare to make a move...?"

There was a loud "clang"!

Ye Zixiu suddenly stood up and looked around: "Hmm?"

"No, what am I doing..." Ye Xiu suddenly recalled the scene of his sword learning. He entered the Falling Flowers Longsword Sect at a young age, and because of his outstanding talent in swordsmanship, the sect leader made an exception and accepted him as a disciple. He practiced swordsmanship for more than twenty years, regardless of the weather, and his swordsmanship was rarely matched in Anzhou, until eight years ago when he met that person, that person whose face he did not even know, and who did not have the courage to attack just by seeing his back, 'Sword Rain of Xiaoxiang'!

Ye Xiu drew his sword: "Sword Rain Over the Xiaoxiang River!"

Then he suddenly woke up with a start: "Huh? What's going on...?"

Before he could finish speaking, his head had already separated from his body and fallen to the ground.

His head, still lying on the ground, looked at Wu Qiong before him and murmured, "Jian... Yu... Xiao..."

Ye Xiu's consciousness plunged into darkness.

"Sigh, life is really fragile." Wu Qiong sighed. "From experience, don't attack strangers without reason. With your recklessness, even Su Mucheng couldn't protect you."

He turned to the trembling waiter and smiled, "Waiter, this table is on my tab."

The waiter, his legs trembling, stammered, "Yes...yes..."

At this moment, the handsome young man spoke up: "Waiter, the meals for this young master and the man on the ground are on me, after all... this man also died because of me."

The waiter, trembling, bowed repeatedly, saying, "Yes...yes..."

If you don't take advantage of a good deal in life, what's the difference between you and a bastard? Wu Qiong cupped his hands in greeting, "Great! I just happen to be out of money. Waiter, bring more food! Three catties of Daughter's Red wine and two catties of cooked beef. If I can't finish it, I'll pack it up to take on the road."

Is this really true? The handsome young man's smile froze. After a moment, he raised his cup and chuckled, "This cup of wine is a toast to your swordsmanship, please!"

Wu Qiong chuckled and said, "You're too kind, it's alright."

The young man said enthusiastically, "Young master, you look familiar. Haven't we met before? If you don't mind, how about we become friends?"

Before Wu Qiong could answer, the纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled young man) sitting next to the youth tugged at his sleeve, his face pale, and whispered, "Brother, this is the young...hero who was with that fairy last night. Luckily, we didn't offend him last night, otherwise..."

The handsome young man gave a wry smile upon hearing this: "Forget it, I still had some feelings for that fairy, but now they're completely extinguished."

Having said that, he ignored Wu Qiong and turned to drink.

Wu Qiong: "???"

Seeing that the young man was no longer paying attention to him, Wu Qiong didn't want to make a fool of himself.

He pursed his lips, picked up the wine and meat that the waiter had packed, and went out towards the south carriage station.