My Silly, Sweet Wife

The two burly men were massive, their faces expressionless, and it seemed they did not intend to answer Ye Guichen: "Aunt Mei is looking for you, we hope you won't make us use force!"

Ye Guichen saw that the other party dared to threaten him and couldn't help but laugh: "Really, I have no idea who Aunt Mei is."

With that, he completely ignored the two burly men and walked out of the café.

The two burly men's faces darkened, entirely didn't expect Ye Guichen to be so arrogant, one scolded, "Courting death!"

One of the burly men had already reached out to grab Ye Guichen's shoulder.

The grasp was fierce, like an eagle catching a rabbit, as if it would crush Ye Guichen's shoulder.

Seeing the malicious intent of the other party, Ye Guichen lost his patience: "Striking so ruthlessly at the outset, we don't seem to have any enmity, do we?"

He lightly raised his hand and casually struck the burly man's reaching hand.

With a sudden crack, the burly man couldn't dodge, and his five extended fingers broke with a crisp sound.

The burly man screamed miserably, retreating several steps, while preparing to draw something from his waist when a stern voice rang out: "Useless, can't even handle this!"

A woman in a cheongsam appeared at the stairway of the café's second floor.

The woman looked to be in her forties but was very well maintained, with skin as supple as that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

"I am Murong's aunt, you can call me Aunt Mei, come with me." The woman, self-proclaimed Aunt Mei, finished speaking and went downstairs.

The second floor didn't have many customers in the first place, the staff had already hidden away when the two burly men appeared.

Now, with Aunt Mei's appearance, Ye Guichen found it puzzling.

The other party had an extraordinary aura, just by standing there, she exuded a powerful presence, making ordinary people fearful to even glance directly at her.

Since she was Murong's aunt, Ye Guichen was curious as to why she was looking for him, but there was no reason to back down, otherwise, he would be looked down upon.

Ignoring the resentful glances of the two burly men, Ye Guichen went downstairs, came to the café's exterior, and saw a black sedan parked by the roadside.

Ye Guichen couldn't name the sedan; it didn't look exceptional, but just by one glance, it gave an inexplicable sense of weight.

Another man stood by the rear door of the car, opening it and indicating for Ye Guichen to get inside.

Ye Guichen didn't care about the other party's intent and confidently got in.

As soon as his buttocks touched the seat, a mysterious comfort swept over him, a feeling that even million-dollar luxury cars couldn't achieve.

"How is it, comfortable?" Aunt Mei was sitting next to Ye Guichen, her eyes piercing as if trying to see through him: "This car can't be bought with money, it's custom-made for certain people. Although the exterior looks ordinary, its comfort and safety are unparalleled, even a missile couldn't penetrate it. No luxury car, no matter how extravagant, can compare." Aunt Mei's eyes held unparalleled arrogance as she asked, "Ye Guichen, do you think you would ever own such a car in your lifetime?"

Ye Guichen couldn't miss the haughtiness in Aunt Mei's words. Initially, he intended to be polite since she was Murong's elder, but hearing this relaxed him as he leaned back against the seat, and mocked, "I have no pursuit for such things; they're merely transportation tools. Besides, my safety is in my own hands, not enhanced by any car."

"Hoho, such arrogance from a youngster." Aunt Mei chuckled softly, her chest heaving twice, making Ye Guichen take a slight sidelong glance.

One had to admit, despite Aunt Mei's age, her mature charm far exceeded that of young girls. The aura she exuded would attract many men involuntarily.

Even though Ye Guichen had encountered countless beauties, he was still somewhat surprised by Aunt Mei's presence.

The kind of presence that could suppress many people into submission.

Of course, Ye Guichen, after a brief shock, ignored the aura, shifting his gaze from Aunt Mei's chest to her face.

Aunt Mei looked nothing like Murong but had refined features that made many girls envious.

Though she wore no makeup, there wasn't a single wrinkle, as if time hadn't touched her face.

Her not too thick lips wore a touch of perfect crimson, enhancing her face to an unparalleled level.

Just by observing, Ye Guichen could tell she was extremely meticulous, so much that she wouldn't allow her life to veer out of her control.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Ye Guichen could roughly guess her intent.

"Unexpectedly, you're so rude. If it were anyone else gazing at me like this, I would have ordered their eyes be dug out!" Aunt Mei's lips parted lightly, her voice bland yet chillingly sharp.

Ye Guichen smiled faintly: "Not at all! I'm merely appreciating beauty. To be honest, Aunt Mei, I do know a bit about reading people's faces, but from neither your body nor your face do I see any resemblance to Murong. Forgive me, you absolutely cannot be Murong's aunt. If I'm not mistaken, she might call you Aunt Mei, but you share no blood relation with her, right?"

Aunt Mei was slightly stunned by this remark, looking at Ye Guichen with surprise: "Ye Guichen, you indeed astonish me. But I've investigated you. An orphan from Wanfoshan, no matter how talented, your family background is too poor. Even if Boss Mo values you, you are just that. I can tell you clearly, you're not worthy of Murong. Based on family status alone, you and she are worlds apart."

"Though Lady Murong may not be my niece by blood, I watched her grow up. I know her stubborn personality; once she decides something, not even eight oxen could drag her back. Since she's decided to meet you, I won't stop her. But you must understand, you're eternally from different worlds. No matter how strong you become, it's just that. Even if you become a phoenix in others' eyes, to the Mu Family, you're still a small sparrow easily crushed, unfit for any standing."

"So today, I won't waste words. Know your place, and should you meet Lady Murong again, I hope you'll clearly tell her you're unsuitable."

Ye Guichen squinted his eyes, showing an interested expression: "Are you asking me, warning me, or threatening me?"