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A few days later, at noon, a stunning woman stepped out of the airport in Nanhua City. She was wearing a black tank top, gloves, and sunglasses, with shoulder-length hair. She carried a large bag that looked quite heavy.
However, she appeared relaxed and showed no signs of fatigue. As she exited the airport, she glanced around and suddenly, a voice caught her attention.
"Fuxi, over here!"
She was the beautiful international police officer Fuxi that Mo Ming had mentioned. Fuxi looked over to see Mo Ming standing next to a sports car, waving at her. A smile formed on her lips.
Fuxi walked over.
"Hey, it’s been a few days! Our Lord Shura has become even more handsome!" Fuxi teased Mo Ming with a grin and added, "I heard you’ve started accepting that wife of yours, right? You should have done that long ago. I wonder how many lifetimes of good fortune it took for such a beautiful person to notice you."
"..." Mo Ming shook his head with a wry smile and said, "You little brat, you start teasing me as soon as we meet. That's ruthless. But from now on, please call me Mo Ming; don’t casually mention that Shura name."
"Got it." Fuxi seemed unfazed as she looked around and frowned slightly. "Didn’t I ask that bastard Shang Xige to come pick me up? Where is he?"
"Uh, that kid doesn’t dare come see you. You've made his life miserable enough already; today he doesn’t want to be tormented by you," Mo Ming chuckled and said, "Actually, that incident was just an accident..."
"Accident my foot! Stop trying to defend him; otherwise, you won’t have it easy either!" Fuxi interrupted him with a fierce tone. "Alright, let’s find somewhere to fill my stomach first; I’m starving."
"Beautiful Fuxi, this way please! I’ve arranged everything for you; I guarantee you’ll eat well and sleep well," Mo Ming opened the car door for Fuxi and gestured for her to enter.
"Wow, who turned our wooden stick into a gentleman? This is quite rare," Fuxi scoffed as she got in. Mo Ming looked frustrated as he also got into the car but couldn’t start it. Fuxi then said with a laugh, "Mo Ming, can you bring your wife out so I can have a good chat with her?"
"Uh, there’s no rush for that; there will be plenty of opportunities later. I brought you here because I wanted you to help take care of them..."
"Wait a minute! Did I just hear 'them'?" Fuxi interrupted Mo Ming in shock. "You’ve really changed! If you don’t like someone, fine; but if you do like them, it’s a whole group! Be honest—how many are there?"
"Two... What do you mean by 'a few of them'!" Mo Ming inadvertently dragged Fuxi into a mess and sighed, "Can you keep some clean thoughts in your head? The 'them' I mentioned are Lin Yuan'er and Murong Lian. Can't you be a little pure?"
"Get lost! You want to talk about purity with me? You, who have harmed so many innocent girls, still think you're pure? Give me a break!" Fuxi looked at Mo Ming with disdain, making him even more frustrated.
"Alright, alright, let's be serious. I'm here to discuss important matters!"
Fuxi smiled, "Aren't I also discussing important matters with you? Isn't your lifelong affair an important matter? Or is it an evil matter?"
"Damn it! I knew today would drive you crazy!" Mo Ming decided not to waste any more time and got straight to the point: "In a few days, I'm heading to the Golden Triangle. While I'm gone, can you help take care of them? Food, drinks, entertainment—I'll cover everything, okay?"
"With money, everything is negotiable. Don't worry; I'll take good care of them," Fuxi said proudly, extending her hand toward Mo Ming. "Alright then, rich boy, hurry up and hand over your bank card. I'll treat it well."
"Come on! I'm driving right now; can't you wait? Do you really think I'd trick you?" Mo Ming shook his head with a bitter smile.
Who would have thought that Fuxi would suddenly say something like this: "I really am afraid you'll trick me. I'm just a pure girl; what if you deceive me?"
"Damn it!" Mo Ming quickly pulled over and took out a bank card from his pocket, handing it to Fuxi. "I'm sincerely kneeling before you. The password is six eights; just take it!"
"Now that's more like it. Alright, I won't tease you anymore. First, let's fill our stomachs, then take me to deal with that bastard Shang Xige. After that, you can ask me for anything," Fuxi kissed the bank card and said, "Dear Baby, when we have time, I'll take you shopping!"
...
After enjoying a hearty meal and under Mo Ming's persuasion, Fuxi ultimately gave up on the idea of finding Shang Xige to teach him a lesson and went with Mo Ming to meet Lin Yuan'er instead. Lin Yuan'er was at Fu Meng's house.
"Wow, this house doesn't look great at all. Mo Ming, how can you not provide your wife with a nice place to live?" Fuxi got out of the car and glanced at Fu Meng's house, casually criticizing its aesthetics. If Fu Meng heard this, she would surely be furious.
"This is her uncle's house..."
"That's even more ridiculous. Why are you so stingy? Can't you even afford to buy a house?" Fuxi looked at Mo Ming with disdain and said, "I seriously doubt your sincerity towards her. A man who doesn't buy a house for a woman isn't a good man."
"Fine, I'm completely speechless now. From this moment on, I won't say a word to you!" Mo Ming directly confronted Fuxi. This girl was too terrifying; her power could easily overpower Fu Qingyun. How did he not realize that there was such a formidable opponent?
"Mo Ming."
"Hmm?" Mo Ming replied, puzzled.
Fuxi shook her head and smiled, "It's nothing. I just wanted to see if you'd still talk to me."
"…"
Mo Ming knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened. The person who opened it was Fu Qingyun. Upon seeing the stunning beauty behind Mo Ming, Fu Qingyun cheerfully exclaimed, "Beautiful sister, you're here!"
"Uh?"
"Her name is Fu Qingyun, Yuyan's cousin," Mo Ming briefly introduced. "Ever since she heard you were coming to protect Yuyan, she's been clamoring to meet you. So, you two should have a good chat."
After saying that, Mo Ming walked past Fu Qingyun and entered inside. In the kitchen, he found Lin Yuan'er busy with something and immediately smiled, "Wow, I didn't expect our Director Lin to really start cooking..."
"Ah..."
A sound of frying accompanied by Lin Yuan'er's startled shout erupted as flames shot up from the pan, leaving Lin Yuan'er a bit flustered. Mo Ming walked over speechlessly and covered the fire with a lid.
"Ha ha... Brother Mo, you're here." Lin Yuan'er's entire fair face was smeared with a dark, greasy mess, looking as if she had just come out of a battle, appearing quite disheveled. Mo Ming glanced around the kitchen, which had become even more chaotic thanks to Lin Yuan'er.
Wait... what is that black stuff? It looks a bit like scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
"Yuan, cooking is too hard. Why don't you just stop and let someone else do it?" Mo Ming was genuinely worried about Lin Yuan'er. From her performance, it was clear that her culinary skills were lacking. What if he ended up poisoned by her cooking?
"It's not hard at all! I want to make a nice dish for you to try, Brother Mo." Lin Yuan'er completely misunderstood Mo Ming's concerns and shook her head with a bright smile. "Okay, Brother Mo, you go out for a bit. I'll have it ready soon."
Saying this, Lin Yuan'er pushed Mo Ming out of the kitchen. He smiled wryly and said, "Yuan, cooking is really tiring. Let's just have someone else do it. I know you care about me, but you don't need to go through all this trouble."
"No way! I really want to make a dish for you!" Lin Yuan'er insisted.
At that moment, Fuxi and Fu Qingyun walked over, chatting and laughing. Fuxi had his arm around Fu Qingyun's shoulder and looked at Lin Yuan'er with a smile, nodding repeatedly. "Wow, this is really impressive! Mo Ming, you must have had great luck in your past life to deserve such a good match."
"You must be Miss Fuxi, right?" Lin Yuan'er said with a sunny smile. "I've heard from Brother Mo that you'll be staying here to protect me. Thank you so much for that."
"It's no trouble at all; as long as there's a card, it's not a hassle." Fuxi shook his head and sniffed the odd smell in the air, frowning. "By the way, is something burning? Why does it smell so strange..."
"Ah! My lotus seed bone soup!"
Remembering the soup simmering on the stove, Lin Yuan'er rushed over and clumsily lifted the lid with her bare hands. But as she lifted it, she burned herself and immediately dropped the lid, clutching her earlobe as it fell to the ground and shattered into ceramic pieces.
"Yuan, are you okay?" Mo Ming rushed over and grabbed Lin Yuan'er's hand. He examined it and noticed her fingers were burned and slightly swollen. Sighing, he said, "Just stop trying so hard. Hurry outside; I'll get some medicine for you."
"I'm sorry... Brother Mo, I'm so clumsy. I can't even manage something simple like making soup." Lin Yuan'er felt guilty, lowering her head like a child who had done something wrong.
"Stop saying such foolish things. Hurry up and come with me. We'll apply some medicine, and it won't take long to feel better." Mo Ming pulled Lin Yuan'er out of the kitchen, leaving Fu Qingyun and Fuxi behind.
"Beautiful sister, I'll go order takeout. Otherwise, we'll starve to death," Fu Qingyun sighed dramatically and said, "I told my cousin not to cook, but she wouldn't listen. She insists on being a virtuous wife. Now look, I've been hungry all morning. Why do women make things difficult for each other?"
Fuxi smiled slightly and patted Fu Qingyun's head a few times. "You little rascal, I really like you! Just like me! Alright, you're in luck today. I'll be your chef for free so you can have a taste."
"Sister, can you really do it?" Fu Qingyun looked at Fuxi suspiciously, doubting her abilities. "Don't blame me for being skeptical; can a woman who knows martial arts really cook?"
"Hmph, who told you that a woman who knows martial arts can't cook?" Fuxi rolled her eyes at Fu Qingyun and said, "Just open your eyes and see what a versatile beauty looks like. I guarantee you'll be blown away!"
"What? Blown away?" Fu Qingyun seemed struck by lightning, bitterly questioning the heavens. "Oh heavens, let's not go there. If it's going to be that bad, I'd rather starve! Is it really that hard to have a meal?"
"Uh, no need to panic. I think I used the wrong words; it should be 'praise without end'!" Fuxi nodded seriously and said, "Don't worry; I will definitely satisfy you. Stop standing there in a daze and come help me out."
"Me?" Fu Qingyun pointed at herself in shock.
"Yes, besides you, there's no one else here. Are you expecting a ghost?" Fuxi nodded and said, "Alright, I'm going to start now. Go!"
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