Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious - Chapter 549:

Chapter 549: Schemes

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ye Nanshen shook his head, struggling to focus on the woman approaching him. He murmured faintly, “Little Qi…”

The woman neared, swaying as she walked. Her makeup and clothes resembled Rong Qi’s, and she had a similar figure.

“Little Qi…” Ye Nanshen repeated, “Didn’t you go home? Why are you here?”

Suffering from severe headaches and fatigue, Ye Nanshen struggled to see clearly under the flickering dim lights, but he could make out a figure resembling Rong Qi.

The woman, hearing herself called “Rong Qi”, flashed a moment of viciousness in her eyes. She smiled softly, “Ye Nanshen, you’re tired. Let me take you to rest, okay?”

Sitting beside him, Rong Feiyu wrapped her arm around his, her face full of admiration and love. It was her first time being this close to Ye Nanshen, the man who exuded an intimidating aura yet was so captivating.

“Mr. Ye, I really liked you. Could you let me stay and serve you?” Rong Feiyu asked. But as she reached out to touch his face, Ye Nanshen suddenly withdrew his arm and grabbed Rong Feiyu by the throat.

Rong Feiyu, terrified, clutched at Ye Nanshen’s hand, unable to comprehend the sudden change. Ye Nanshen’s eyes, now a chilling crimson, stared at her like she was a dead person, devoid of any warmth.

“Eager to serve?” Ye Nanshen asked, his voice was frighteningly cold.

Rong Feiyu instinctively shook her head, unable to speak, feeling as though she was suffocating. She had been choked by Rong Qi before, but this was the first time she truly felt death looming.

“No… no,” Rong Feiyu managed to utter with great difficulty.

Ye Nanshen’s eyes held a cruel mockery as he sneered, “You think wearing Little Qi’s clothes makes you her substitute? In my heart, Little Qi is irreplaceable. By wearing this, you only insult her clothes. If you’re so eager to die, I’ll oblige. Guards!”

The door burst open, and several black-clad bodyguards entered. “Master.”

Ye Nanshen tossed Rong Feiyu to the ground, put on sunglasses handed to him, and leaned back with an eerie smile.

“Strip her clothes off and throw her into the beggars’ pile. Let this lady enjoy the experience,” said Ye Nanshen. His words, ruthless and devoid of any warmth, sent shivers down the spine.

Rong Feiyu, lying on the ground, heard her sentence and wanted to plead but couldn’t utter a word. She could only clutch her throat and look at Ye Nanshen with begging eyes. She begged, “Please have mercy, Mr. Ye. I was young and foolish, please forgive me. We won’t dare again, never again..”