Chapter 40: The Person Behind the Scenes
Editor: Atlas Studios
The man was still smiling gently, but the man in black felt a chill down his spine.
He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.
The man did not seem to notice. He picked up a handkerchief and carefully wiped his fingers clean one by one.
After a long time, he said softly, "Speak."
The man in black trembled and hurriedly said, "I've checked all the paths they could have taken and… I didn't find any of our people. I heard… I heard that the Song family has arrived at Xiagou Village unscathed…"
The man sneered and said unhurriedly, "You mean that not only did the twenty-odd suicide warriors not injure the old and weak at all, but they were instead killed?"
"I haven't found their corpses yet. Perhaps…" The man in black hurriedly defended himself.
A slender white hand seized his throat.
The man who was still sitting earlier had already appeared in front of him. The man in black widened his eyes in fear, but he did not dare to resist.
"Perhaps what? Perhaps those twenty or so people disobeyed their orders? Perhaps they fled and disappeared?" The man's voice was as gentle as ever, and there was even a smile on his lips.
However, the man in black felt as if death had descended upon him. The veins on his face bulged because it was difficult for him to breathe.
With difficulty, he spat out, "I, I, will… wasn't able to succeed. I beg… Young Master… to… give… me… another chance… to… contribute!"
The elegant man casually threw the man in black onto a nearby pillar. The man in black tumbled onto the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, the man in black heaved a sigh of relief and did not even have the courage to wipe the blood off his mouth. He hurriedly knelt down again. "Thank you for your mercy, Young Master."
Without looking at him, the man sat back down and took out a handkerchief again to wipe his fingers.
He said, "It's time for your men to practice. As for that side, get someone to monitor it for the time being. Don't act rashly."
"Yes!"
After the man in black left, the man looked up to the south and muttered, "It's the eighth time now!"
Shen Yijia felt like she was lying on a furnace. The endless heat around her seemed to be roasting her.
She opened his eyes and saw a white chest.
Her mind went blank for a moment, and she looked up. Her gaze fell upon a handsome sleeping face.
"Being attacked by such beauty so early in the morning?" she thought. After a moment of silence, Shen Yijia decided to bow to reality.
She wanted to push Song Jingchen away. However, her hands didn't move.
Shen Yijia could feel that her hands were stiff from being clasped behind Song Jingchen's back. So, what exactly happened last night?
Song Jingchen's clothes were almost the same as before, albeit with a few more wrinkles. However, his chest was not fully covered.
It couldn't be that she pulled his clothes open while she slept, right?
It was a hot day. If she wanted to undo someone's clothes, it should have been her own.
At the thought of this, Shen Yijia suddenly realized that her husband must have felt hot and pulled his own clothes open.
As for why her hands were clasped around him, Shen Yijia decided not to think about it.
Sensing a gaze above her head, Shen Yijia looked up guiltily.
She grinned. "Good morning, hubby!"
As she had just woken up, she had a childish voice.
Song Jingchen looked exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to be complaining to Shen Yijia silently.
This was the first time Song Jingchen was looking at her like this. Shen Yijia gulped and wondered if she should say something to break this awkward atmosphere.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone