After being attacked by the rich young ladies with hatchets, I chose to enter "sage mode".

Lin Ying is indeed easily misunderstood, and it was fortunate that Bai Yu comforted her, otherwise she would have been overthinking and feeling sad for a long time without saying anything.

The angrier a person is, the more they want to see the other person suffer their threats or insults, which makes them more agitated. However, Bai Yu's nonchalant attitude only fueled Fujiwara Ishisou's anger, making him even more upset.

Although there was no rebuttal or sarcasm in her words, Bai Yu's calm demeanor was precisely the best response.

People who are enraged are the least able to judge and think, and are most easily swayed by others.

At this moment, what Bai Yu wanted was to provoke Fujiwara Ishizo and then lead him by the nose.

"Why should I listen to you and let you take her away? She's a member of the Fujiwara family, what's it to you?"

With his head tilted back, Fujiwara Ishizo squinted at Bai Yu, staring intently at him as if he could scare anyone. In particular, his two henchmen behind him also adopted a posture that suggested they would fight if they disagreed.

"Come on, if you really dare to lay a hand on me, it's fine if you hit me, but if you accidentally bump into Lin Ying, I might get really angry and chop you up, you believe me?"

With a smile on his face, Bai Yu's eyes revealed a hint of ferocity. In his previous life, he had dealt with Zhang Xinlong's entire family, and the aura he exuded after killing someone was completely different from that of someone who had never killed anyone.

At least for Fujiwara Ishio, who only dared to hit people but never dared to kill them, and his two henchmen, Bai Yu's eyes were really frightening.

"Hey, stop..."

Young people are afraid, but they can't lose face because there are people around. Just as one of Fujiwara Ishio's underlings was about to speak up to boost morale, he saw Lin Ying take out a fruit knife from the pocket of her apron.

Whether Bai Yu truly dared to kill them was unknown to any of them, but they were very clear about whether Lin Ying dared to do so. This woman was indeed daring, after all, she had just thrown a knife that almost hit Fujiwara Ishizo. Being hit by such a large object would be terrible even if it wasn't the blade, but if it was the blade, it could have been fatal.

After all, they're just petty thugs. Fighting is fine, but going to the point of knives and risking their lives is a different story. It's okay to embarrass yourself; you can always get revenge next time. But if you lose your life, will you be able to reincarnate?

"Fujiwara Rin Sakura, to put it nicely, I'll call you 'older sister,' but to put it bluntly, you're just a dispensable person. It's an honor for you to contribute to the Fujiwara family. I hope you'll think it over carefully. Let's go."

Although Fujiwara Ishihachi was very annoyed that Lin Ying's attitude had changed so much from being afraid of him before, he still wisely left.

In his view, it was very likely that Bai Yu was protecting her here. Without Bai Yu's protection, he could come to Lin Ying again. When was it ever his turn to be afraid of her when she was the only one who was afraid of him?

He was seething with anger, but he had no way to vent it. He didn't dare to hit her, and his insults were not aggressive enough. He only got angrier by cursing Bai Yu, who didn't seem to care at all.

Fujiwara Ishisou harbored a deep grudge against Bai Yu, determined to ambush him even if it meant walking alone at night.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Ishizo, who had reached the stairwell, turned back and squinted at Bai Yu, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips.

Bai Yu naturally saw this scene as well, but for him, all of Fujiwara Ishizo's actions were within his calculations.

The most difficult person to resolve regarding Lin Ying's desire to leave the island nation and return with him is Fujiwara Ishihata.

Therefore, he had to play the game of Yin and Yang with Fujiwara Ishio.

As for whether Fujiwara Ishizo has the right to stop Lin Ying from completing the procedures, it's all fine as long as Fujiwara Keimei doesn't object. Of course, it's uncertain whether Fujiwara Ishizo's mother will interfere.

Fujiwara no Ishizo may not have much real power, but his mother still had some influence, after all, she was Fujiwara no Hiroaki's wife.

Therefore, Bai Yu and Lin Ying must play coy with Fujiwara Ishizo before leaving the island nation and obtaining their documents. It would be even better if they could lure him into China.

"Let's go in and have some more breakfast, ma'am. I'm still not full after one sandwich, want another one?"

Smiling, she looked at Lin Ying beside her. If Lin Ying hadn't known that Fujiwara Ishizo had just left, she wouldn't have been able to tell from Bai Yu's expression that Fujiwara Ishizo had been there.

She nodded, but didn't say anything. She turned around and went back into the house to make another sandwich for Bai Yu.

Around noon—

Bai Yu had just finished lunch and escorted Lin Ying back to her room for a nap. She was about to go back to her room to sit on the sofa and think about her future plans when her phone rang.

Taking out her phone, Bai Yu paused for a moment, then smiled as she watched the words "Murong's wife" flashing across the screen.

It's been several days since I last spoke to Murong Liyue on the phone, and it would be a lie to say I don't miss her.

"Hey, Murong's wife?"

Bai Yu was fine until she spoke, but when she did, her casual remark about Murong being her wife made the other end of the phone fall silent for two seconds.

"Say it again."

A cool, mature female voice came through, clearly carrying a hint of anticipation and joy, though it was hard to detect without careful listening.

"Wife Murong, are you calling because you miss me? I'll come visit you in a few days, okay?"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Murong's Wife Knows How to Play

Bai Yu showed absolutely no shyness or discomfort in addressing Murong Liyue; she addressed her naturally and without hesitation.

Of course, this wasn't because he was shameless or a playboy; he simply felt that Murong Liyue liked the way he was addressed, so it was best for him to call her that.

Meanwhile, Murong Liyue, who was sitting on the edge of the bed preparing to take a nap, subconsciously squeezed her long legs together and replied with a dazed look in her eyes.

"When are you coming back? I'll come pick you up."

"It won't be long, at most two weeks. I'll come back after I finish taking care of some things here. Even if you don't pick me up, I'll still come looking for you. After all, a long-awaited reunion is like a newlywed couple."

"We're not married yet, so is this considered a pre-wedding honeymoon?"

Murong Liyue's voice remained as cold and aloof as ever, but the way she bit her red lips and rubbed her legs together so tightly clearly indicated that she was about to have a seizure.

She wasn't particularly resistant to Bai Yu, and on top of that, the other party kept calling her "Wife Murong" over the phone and openly expressed his admiration. It was no surprise that she developed feelings for him.

To outsiders, Murong Liyue is as aloof as a thousand-year-old iceberg, and sometimes even seems a bit ruthless. But to Bai Yu, she may pretend to be cold on the surface, but her body and heart are burning with passion, more intense than the Samadhi Fire.

Bai Yu was just on the phone and couldn't tell from Murong Liyue's voice that anything had changed. She continued to talk as if nothing had happened, saying many things to Murong Liyue that she had never said in her previous life.

"Wife Murong, I saw a wedding photo online last time. You would look absolutely stunning in that red wedding dress. The style of the dress, the hairpins and accessories are all amazing. Would you like to... wear it for me?"

Bai Yu's confession was straightforward and extremely effective for Murong Liyue, but it wasn't just a confession; it even had a hint of a marriage proposal, except there was no ring or flowers, only a cell phone and a few words.

But Murong Liyue had already imagined the scene of her wedding with Bai Yu in her mind. It didn't need to be grand and dramatic, but he would only have eyes for her and love her so much that he couldn't stop, just like she loved him so much that she couldn't extricate herself.

Humans have desires, but Murong Liyue's desire for Bai Yu cannot be judged by normal standards; it can only be described as madness.

At this moment, she did not reply to Bai Yu immediately. Instead, she gently bit her flushed face and teasingly rubbed her legs together, offering a negligible resistance.

Her long blue hair cascaded down her back, and her cool temperament combined with her stunningly beautiful face exuded a touch of allure. If Bai Yu were video chatting with her, he would definitely not be able to resist such temptation.

"Honey, oh~ mmm~ I really want to devour you in one bite~"

Murong Liyue was silent for two seconds before replying, but her soft, panting voice sounded very strange.

"Wife Murong... what's wrong?"

Although Bai Yu knew that Murong Liyue had probably had another relapse, as she could tell from her voice, she was still a little surprised. After all, she had only said a few words, and Murong Liyue hadn't even seen her. Could it be that serious?

Unfortunately, Bai Yu underestimated Murong Liyue's terminal illness and her inability to resist him.

It's wet!

The way she uttered those two words in a soft, panting voice almost brought Bai Yu's mind to the peak of climax.

Just as he was wondering how to respond to Murong Liyue's words, she suddenly hung up the phone.

Bai Yu stared blankly for a moment as the phone was abruptly disconnected, only to see Murong Liyue re-establish a WeChat video call the next second.

Goodness, it would have been better if Bai Yu hadn't answered the call. Once he did, he quickly saw Murong Liyue brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, gazing at him with tender affection in her eyes. Her small, delicate lips, adorned with lipstick, were slightly pouting, as if she wanted him to take a bite. She was incredibly alluring.

"Honey, I'm going to wear fishnet stockings for you, do you want to see?"

The once cold voice was no longer cold; instead, it was very gentle, and one could even detect a hint of desire and longing.

Bai Yu has never considered himself a person free from desires. The word "lust" is something he can never get rid of, after all, human instincts and desires inherently include this passive aspect.

However, passive abilities can vary in strength, and Murong Liyue's is clearly ridiculously strong. She has an intense desire for her own voice, something most people can't do.

Of course, Bai Yu didn't care about these desires right now. Murong Liyue could wear whatever she wanted, and he would just accompany her and take a look.

"Put it on, let me see."

Bai Yu pretended to be calm, but her eyes never left the screen for even half a second, as if afraid of missing something.

Murong Liyue was very satisfied with this scene, and she naturally knew that Bai Yu liked this kind of thing.

After putting her phone down, Murong Liyue stood by the bed and took off her loose summer sweatpants, making no attempt to hide them from Bai Yu. Her long, fair legs instantly appeared in the video, incredibly alluring.

However, Bai Yu looked very carefully and noticed that the girl's pants did indeed have a wet patch. Although it wasn't big, only about two fingers wide and half a little finger long, it just confirmed the two words Murong Liyue had just said.

Although she had taken off her pants, Murong Liyue did not take off her panties in front of Bai Yu. After all, although she was bold and straightforward, and even had more tricks up her sleeve than Bai Yu, she was still quite shy.

It's fine for Bai Yu to see anything, but there are some things that still make her shy, such as her secret places.

"Honey, do you want my panties? I'll send them to you."

Although she changed her panties, it was a bit outrageous of Murong Liyue to suddenly put the old panties in front of the video and wave them while asking Bai Yu that question.

"Um... Murong wife, although I like you wearing these white lace panties, I only like the way you wear them. Take them off and give them to me. I don't actually have that kind of fetish."

Upon hearing this, Murong Liyue did not insist any further. After putting the panties aside, she sat on the edge of the bed and began to put Bai Yu's favorite black fishnet stockings on him.

Seeing fishnet stockings is a feast for the eyes, as is watching them being worn, especially when seen on a sexy, mature woman like Murong Liyue with legs that are said to be amazing.

She folded the fishnet stockings little by little, then placed them in front of her round, delicate toes, covering them slightly before slowly pulling them up. Every movement was slow for Murong Liyue, because she loved the way Bai Yu gazed at her with unwavering admiration.

After putting on her outfit, Murong Liyue would stretch out her jade-like feet and approach the screen for Bai Yu to see up close, her dreamy eyes even hinting at whether she wanted to lick it.

At this moment, Bai Yu could only say that this was the essence of video calling, and that Murong's wife really knew how to play the game.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Dry Exercises

Bai Yu appeared calm, but his slightly hunched posture betrayed his true feelings.

When it comes to SP (spam), Murong Liyue is not a complete novice. Seeing Bai Yu's actions and behavior, she naturally knows why he subconsciously bends over. It's either because he's afraid of being seen and embarrassed, or because he's uncomfortable. There are only two possibilities.

"I'll cool you down when you come back."

It was a seemingly casual remark, yet it was this very sentence that dispelled Bai Yu's turmoil and unhappiness at that moment.

"Wife Murong, is it really okay for you to blatantly seduce me like this?"

While she was saying that it wasn't good for others like Murong Liyue, Bai Yu's eyes showed no sign of looking away from the screen.

Some people really do one thing and do another.

After slowly putting on the remaining fishnet stocking, Murong Liyue did not reply to Bai Yu's words immediately. However, the way she sat on the edge of the bed, raised her legs and stretched them out close to the screen was quite impressive. In the dim light, you could also see that the girl had changed into a pair of black silk lace panties.

"Honey, I want to step on you~"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of desire and coquetry mixed in, which was rare for Murong Liyue, who was usually aloof and indifferent.

Of course, it's not surprising that she behaved like this while in a state of illness. After all, Bai Yu had seen it before. When she was imprisoned in the cellar, she did even more outrageous things, which could be described as licking and biting.