Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

The silhouettes of two people in the starry sky seemed eternal, tightly connected.

"Hubby, you're my husband for this entire life, and I'm like a stubborn plaster; you won't be able to shake me off!" Liu Qiao'er yelled this out loud, very seriously.

Ye Ling responded loudly too, "Silly girl, in this lifetime, no one can take you away from me!"

Fall from the azure sky, enter the netherworld, step through Nine Nether, no one can take you away; even if you get lost, I'll find you and bring you back, forever!

Overbearing CEO, you belong to me only!

After flying for half an hour, the two finally returned home, where Zang Hua had left a note, informing them that he had gone to sleep downstairs first.

Seeing this, Liu Qiao'er's face turned crimson with shyness. How obvious the hint was! She lifted her head and saw Ye Ling's mischievous smile, feeling as if her face could drip blood.

"Hehe, wifey, here I come!" With those words, Ye Ling pounced directly towards Liu Qiao'er.

"Please be gentle with your servant, my lord."

Liu Qiao'er said bashfully.

...

The next morning, as the first ray of sunlight shone into the room, Ye Ling opened his eyes and saw the small and adorable Liu Qiao'er curled up, still in her dreams.

Last night they had made love three times, which wore Liu Qiao'er out; she subconsciously wriggled her enticing body closer into Ye Ling's embrace. Perhaps sensing that Ye Ling was awake, she too opened her bleary eyes.

"Hubby, why are you awake?" Liu Qiao'er mumbled, rubbing her eyes and sitting up.

Suddenly, she let out a cry of alarm, her face blushing as she quickly covered herself with the blanket to hide her exposed charms.

Ye Ling, on the other hand, grinned mischievously, "Hehe, what's wrong? You weren't this shy last night."

Thinking of last night's events, Liu Qiao'er was so embarrassed that she burrowed into the blanket, afraid to show her face.

...

Half an hour later, the two of them finally emerged from the room, with Liu Qiao'er's face still a bright red. Of course, the two didn't really do 'that' thing, but still, Ye Ling managed to wear Liu Qiao'er out completely, and she repeatedly begged for mercy before he finally let her go.

In the dining room on the first floor, Wang Shufen had already prepared the meal. Seeing Ye Ling and Liu Qiao'er come downstairs, her face immediately burst into smiles; as someone who had been through it all, she naturally knew what the two had been up to.

Seeing Wang Shufen's expression, Liu Qiao'er immediately lowered her head, too embarrassed to look up, "Auntie, I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen."

"No need, Xiao Hua is already in there. You should just rest; the boy must have worn you out last night," Wang Shufen said straightforwardly, seemingly without a hint of embarrassment.

Liu Qiao'er was taken aback and stomped her foot in protest as she took Wang Shufen's hand and complained in a spoiled voice, "Auntie, what are you talking about?"

Wang Shufen glanced at the smug-faced Ye Ling and then back at Liu Qiao'er, smirking, "Tsk tsk, look at you, not even allowing me to say it, such thin skin."

"But Qiao'er, you better hurry up and give me a big chubby grandson. When the time comes, I'll help you take care of him, because if you wait until I'm old, I won't have the energy to do so," Wang Shufen said, making Liu Qiao'er want to bury herself underground.

At that time, Zang Hua came out with bowls and chopsticks, and the four of them sat down at the table to start eating. Throughout the meal, Wang Shufen kept giving Liu Qiao'er advice in between bites, leaving Liu Qiao'er not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

At that moment, in a renowned office building in Donghai City, a middle-aged woman with a well-preserved appearance had a gloomy face, tears sliding down from her eyes.

"I want them to catch the murderer within a week! No! Three days, I only give them three days, otherwise, tell them, even if I die, I will not let them off easy!" The woman screamed frantically as she smashed a Qianlong Period painted porcelain vase on the floor, shattering it to pieces.

The people standing opposite her were sweating profusely, continuously agreeing and trembling as they backed away, not daring to provoke this woman suffering the agony of losing her son.

This woman was Lin Hua's mother, Feng Yuting, who had just learnt of Lin Hua's death, and the death of her only son nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.

She picked up the phone and dialed out. Without waiting for the person on the other end to speak, she directly said, "Tell the people from both the underworld and the legitimate circles in Donghai, whoever was behind Lin Hua, I, Feng Yuting, will ensure their entire family pays dearly!"

After finishing her sentence, she hung up and dialed another number: "Contact the Siberian training camp for me, I want to commission a hit!"

The Siberian training camp, a notorious hell on Earth known worldwide, where people who came out have a strong deterrent effect across the entire world. The Grim Reaper, who once dominated the Black Fist world for many years, was one of the strong ones who emerged from Siberia.

The person she wanted to kill was none other than Ye Ling, because only Ye Ling had deep hatred and grievances with Lin Hua. This, Feng Yuting was very clear about, although she couldn't confirm at the moment that Ye Ling was the one who killed Lin Hua.

But for Feng Yuting now, it was better to kill wrongly than to let anyone go. Her son was dead, and anyone who had grievances with him had to die.

What law, what right and wrong, none of that could compare to her son.

Thinking of this, she hesitated for a few minutes, picked up the phone and made a call, a number she had not forgotten in twenty years but had never dialed.

Beep... Beep... Beep.

As the phone was answered, Feng Yuting spoke in a low voice, "I am Feng Yuting, I want to speak to the old patriarch."

The person on the other end was taken aback for a moment, then overjoyed, and hurriedly handed the phone to the elderly man beside him. Without waiting for the old man to speak, Feng Yuting's voice was ice cold, "Lin Hua is dead, your grandson is dead, I want revenge!"

After half a minute of silence on the other end, an aged voice came through, "I am old, and for all these years I have not fulfilled a father's responsibilities. My daughter, go ahead, if the sky collapses, your father will support it for you!"

Feng Yuting's eyes squeezed shut tightly, tears uncontrollably streaming down, and after calming her emotions she said, "Once things are settled, I will come back to see you, to stay with you!"

Without waiting for another word from the other end, Feng Yuting hung up the phone and then made another call. This time, the call was answered quickly.

"Yuting, what's wrong? Has Xiaohua caused some trouble again? Deal with it, I have a meeting to attend shortly," a middle-aged man's hearty voice came through.

Feng Yuting gritted her teeth, "Meetings, meetings, always meetings! Your son is dead, and you still talk about damned meetings!"

At the word "dead," silence fell on the other end of the phone, followed by a thud as the phone dropped to the ground.

"Yuting, are you joking with me?" The man's voice trembled with a hint of disbelief.

Feng Yuting's voice was grim, "My son is dead, I want revenge! Revenge!"

"Wait for me, I'll come back from the United States right now. Whoever touched Xiaohua, I'll make sure their whole family dies out!" On the other end, the voice resembled a wild beast's mournful cry, chilling to the bone.

A storm was brewing, and Ye Ling was directly in its path.

Yet the instigator wandered alone in the bustling mall, because Zang Hua and Liu Qiao'er were excitedly getting their nails done inside.

"Ah, heartless people, leaving their husband here without care, just to look pretty!" Ye Ling muttered with a pout.