Su Qinghan, Jinghai City’s most eligible heiress, got married. Her groom was a country bumpkin in battered canvas shoes who couldn’t tell the truth to save his life.
The news set the entire circle of Jinghai’s rich young heirs ablaze.
Chen Tianci, the young master of a top Yanjing family, spent 300 million on a fake snow lotus and pointed at Lin Ye, cursing him out. “You useless freeloader aren’t fit to carry Qinghan’s shoes! One word from me and you’ll be lying dead in the street!”
Lin Ye dug out his ears, pulled a lump of pig-feed mud from his pants, and shoved it straight into a priceless temperature-controlled case.
The next second, the head of the International Criminal Police Bureau burst in with a fully armed special operations team. He slapped silver handcuffs on Chen Tianci, then knelt respectfully before Lin Ye. “Boss, what should we do with this bastard?”
The top power players in the room were so terrified they all wet themselves.
Lin Ye stepped on Chen Tianci’s face and smiled like a demon.
Did they really think he was just a mountain-dwelling Taoist with a little medical skill?
He was the Living Yama, with a hundred-billion bounty on the dark web, the man feared by countless overseas mercenaries!
The heart-devouring Gu inside Su Qinghan was only the beginning. The enormous hand lurking behind the Su family was opening its bloody jaws.
Facing a succession of assassination attempts, business warfare, and attacks by ancient martial arts experts, Lin Ye didn’t take any of it seriously.
He cared about just one thing: what to add to his wife’s medicinal bath tonight.
On the luxurious bed, Su Qinghan’s body went limp, scalded by his hot breath. Lin Ye forcefully tore open her silk nightgown. “Wife, I’ve dealt with the trouble outside. Now it’s time to settle things between us. You bit my shoulder last night, and I’m going to make you pay back every last bit, with interest.”
