Chapter 125: Preparing to Make Money
The first rays of sunlight seeped through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the bedroom. Ye Xiwen stirred, her eyes fluttering open. For a moment, she lingered in the warmth of a dream—a dream where she was happy, cherished, and not alone. But as her gaze shifted to the empty space beside her, the dream shattered.
He was gone.
Her heart plummeted. Had she been wrong about him? Was last night nothing more than a fleeting obsession with her body? She knew Wu Yifan, trusted him enough to give him her everything… but now, doubt coiled around her chest like a snake.
She sat up, the sheet slipping from her shoulders, exposing the faint marks of their passion. Her eyes fell to the bedspread, where faint crimson stains bloomed like delicate flowers—a reminder of her innocence, given freely. A lump formed in her throat. If even he could leave, who could she trust?
Tears pricked her eyes, and she fought to hold them back. She was stronger than this, wasn't she? But the emptiness in the bed felt like a physical ache.
"Hey, Wenwen, what's wrong?"
His voice cut through the silence, and Ye Xiwen froze. She looked up to find Wu Yifan standing by the bed, a steaming mug of milk in one hand and a plate of pastries in the other. His brow was furrowed, confusion written across his face.
"Y-you're still here," she stammered, her voice trembling.
Wu Yifan set the breakfast on the nightstand and sat beside her, his hand brushing her cheek. "Where else would I be? It's only nine. I took the morning off to… well, to make sure you're okay." He smiled softly. "Did you think I'd leave?"
Ye Xiwen nodded, embarrassed, and buried her face in his chest. "I'm sorry. I just… for a second, I was scared."
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. "I'm not going anywhere. You're my wife, Wenwen. Forever."
Her tears soaked through his shirt, but this time, they were tears of relief. She pulled back, smiling through the moisture. "Feed me?" she asked, her voice small but playful.
Wu Yifan laughed, picking up a pastry. "Anything for you, Mrs. Wu."
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The morning unfolded in a haze of sweetness. Wu Yifan fed her bite by bite, his fingers brushing her lips, his eyes warm with adoration. More than once, his hands wandered, playful and teasing, but Ye Xiwen gently pushed him away—her body still ached, a soft reminder of their passion.
After breakfast, Wu Yifan insisted on cleaning up, bustling around the kitchen like a seasoned househusband. Ye Xiwen watched, amused and touched. This rough-edged security guard, who once seemed so carefree, was now folding her sheets, washing her dishes, and tucking the stained bedspread into a drawer with a reverent care.
When she emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a soft blouse and skirt, her steps were slightly unsteady, but her smile was radiant. Wu Yifan's heart skipped a beat.
The phone rang just as he was about to wipe the windows. He glanced at the caller ID—Song Mingjie—and answered, pressing the speakerphone so Ye Xiwen could listen.
"Brother Wu! You won't believe this!" Song Mingjie's voice boomed, crackling with excitement.
Wu Yifan settled onto the sofa, pulling Ye Xiwen onto his lap. "Calm down, fatty. What's so exciting?"
"Yesterday's mess at Eastern Coast! It's *huge*!" Song Mingjie crowed. "You heard about the junkie, right? The one who OD'd outside? Well, turns out the security guards there went full thug—kicking the guy, cursing his family. Then an old doctor tried to stop them, and they tore into him too. Called him every name under the sun. The poor guy passed out from the stress!"
Wu Yifan's fingers stilled on Ye Xiwen's waist. "That's bad for Qian, but—"
"But wait! There's more!" Song Mingjie shouted. "That old doctor? He's the *father* of Vice Mayor Xin Chengji! Xin's livid—word on the street is he's ready to tear Qian apart with his bare hands!"
Ye Xiwen's eyes widened. Wu Yifan let out a low whistle. "That's… a game-changer."
"Hell yeah! Qian's made enemies before, but this? This is a vice mayor. Dude's got connections, power—he could bury Eastern Coast with a snap of his fingers!" Song Mingjie laughed. "I told you we'd rattle the snake. Now it's ready to strike… at itself!"
Wu Yifan smiled. "Good work, Song. Listen, swing by Infinite later. I need your help with something."
"Ooh, plotting? Count me in!"
After hanging up, Ye Xiwen traced the line of Wu Yifan's jaw. "You're not… planning something dangerous, are you?"
"Dangerous? No." He kissed her forehead. "But I *am* planning to make a lot of money. Enough to keep you in the life you deserve."
"Money isn't—"
"I know," he said, cutting her off. "But it's a tool. With enough of it, we can take Qian down for good. And then… we can build something better. For us."
Ye Xiwen nodded, her heart swelling. She didn't care about wealth, but she believed in him. Whatever he set his mind to, he'd achieve.
"Then I'll help," she said, leaning up to kiss him. "Whatever you need."
Wu Yifan grinned, his arms tightening around her. "First, we eat. Then? We make a plan. Five million in a month? Piece of cake."
Outside, the sun climbed higher, casting the city in a warm glow. For the first time in a long while, Ye Xiwen felt like the future was bright—full of possibility, and full of him.
And as Wu Yifan held her, he knew: the game was changing. Qian Baocui's days were numbered.
And he was just getting started.