Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 55 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 29

"The general layout is similar to the architectural drawings, but it's worth noting that there's a fake wall that was built later on the second floor, where some bodyguards rest."

"Ito has been in a private room on the third floor these past few days. It has just been renovated and has no clear windows to the outside, so assassination or demolition cannot be carried out there."

“Ito’s bodyguards change shifts every thirty minutes, leaving no security gaps. We need to plan how to move them away.”

This time, Ling Yi didn't just kick down the door to catch her husband cheating.

She let the manager deal with her, and after searching up and down the stairs several times, she finally found Wen Zhao's location under the marks of several Japanese faces.

The manager who had been following her would never have dreamed that the woman, with teary eyes and constantly asking where her husband was, would remember all their plans so easily.

They even saw through the fact that they used new wood to renovate the Japanese old man's private room at a glance.

"I know." Wen Zhao suddenly slammed his fist on the steering wheel in a fit of anger, leaned out the window, and yelled at the driver who was crossing the road.

In the days when drunk driving was not a criminal offense, no passerby dared to mess with this drunken traitor; they all avoided him as if he were a plague.

"If I catch you again next time, I'll break your legs!" After cursing a couple more times, Wen Zhao turned his head back and said, "Then let's proceed according to the original plan. I'll make the move, and you cover me."

Just three days ago, news came hurriedly from headquarters that a virologist from the Japanese Northeast Experimental Base had secretly arrived in Shanghai, seemingly with the intention of conducting virus experiments in the Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai area.

Since the Japanese invasion, they have waged countless viral wars on this land. Rats, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and other common things have become their weapons, causing batches of Chinese to die unknowingly.

Now the executioner's blade is raised once more, and headquarters, having received intelligence, makes a swift decision.

Get rid of him!

Unfortunately, in the short period before this order was issued, most of the comrades in Shanghai left because of that intelligence, and the comrades transferred from other regions were not yet familiar with the local situation and could not act at will.

During this awkward period of skill gap, Wen Zhao took on this arduous task without hesitation.

He has always been a top-notch operative, and this job should have been his. He shouldn't have backed down in order to protect Ling Yi, and Ling Yi would never want to become a burden.

Ling Yi not only didn't want to be a burden, she also wanted to be a pioneer.

Upon learning of the mission, she volunteered to participate in the operation.

When Wen Zhao expressed his objection, she also presented him with conditions that he could not refuse.

For example, the talent of photographic memory, the ability to have an absolute memory of geometric spaces, and the skill of making time bombs.

With just a small alarm clock, she can create amazing gadgets that send people flying.

This kind of explosives capability is extremely rare in Shanghai, where manpower is currently scarce.

Especially when Wen Zhao might not have a reliable backup.

After displaying all her advantages, Ling Yi defeated Wen Zhao with her final question: "Given our relationship, if you were unfortunately arrested, do you think I could survive?"

"Either send me away early in a way that arouses suspicion, or you're doomed and the mission is doomed."

"Either let me get involved, and I'll save your life and your identity."

She said this while she was straddling the man.

When Wen Zhao was looked down at by her, he felt as if every nerve in his body no longer belonged to him.

He was irresistibly drawn to her confidence and pride, and even more unable to refuse a fellow comrade's request for assistance.

She was a soldier too, and should have been on the front lines.

The car stopped in front of her house, and Ling Yi's eyes instantly filled with tears. She sobbed, "Okay, okay, whatever you say is right!"

"I'm the only one who's wrong. I shouldn't care about you, and I shouldn't interfere with your having fun!"

"What are you doing coming back with me? Go back to drinking and womanizing with Mr. Nakamura and the others!"

"I can't stay in this house anymore. Here, take your dancer concubines!"

After saying that, she suddenly jumped out of the car, covered her face, and ran towards the villa.

"What's all this commotion?" Wen Zhao slammed the car door shut and hurriedly caught up, pulling at the woman who was packing her bags to leave: "When did I say I wanted to take a concubine? Can't you be reasonable?"

Ling Yi struggled a few times but couldn't break free. She sat on the edge of the bed, wiping away her tears: "If you don't take it today, you'll take it tomorrow!"

"I didn't!" Wen Zhao, with his sharp ears, heard the sound of footsteps on the old-fashioned stairs, and his tone rose several octaves.

"You dare yell at me!" Ling Yi threw a pillow at him. "You've found someone else and now you don't want me anymore, huh? Let's get a divorce!"

Wen Zhao, clutching his pillow, his chest heaving with anger, cried out, "Be reasonable! Let me explain! I did all this for social obligations, for..."

"I won't listen! I won't listen!" Ling Yi covered her ears and cried even louder.

Wen Zhao ripped open his collar, revealing a large expanse of pectoral muscle and newly grown, pink flesh, and looked at Ling Yi with a murderous gaze.

Where did she learn these bizarre arguing skills? It's really awful.

"Master."

Fortunately, Sister Hong gave him a way out at this moment: "The young mistress has made you some hangover soup, would you like some?"

"What does he drink? He's had enough drinking outside, he won't drink at home!"

Ling Yi's eyes were practically brimming with tears, but it didn't affect her clear speech at all; every word she uttered was aimed at convicting Wen Zhao.

"You!" Wen Zhao was so angry that he threw the pillow away, then glared at Sister Hong with displeasure: "You tactless thing, what are you looking at? Get out of here!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

The door slammed shut, catching Sister Hong off guard and bringing tears to her eyes.

She touched her bleeding nose, cursing Wen Zhao's ancestors in her heart, and hurriedly went downstairs to stop the bleeding.

Only after the hurried footsteps faded into the distance did Wen Zhao's lips curl into a slight smile.

If it's true that Hongjie didn't know Ueno's identity beforehand and thought that Wen Jingshan was just showing concern for him by betraying the information, then her actions could be considered somewhat understandable.

But when Ueno died, and she became Nakamura's informant again for money, everything changed.

Since they've become traitors for money, it's only right and proper for them to suffer some injustice.

Despite telling him to stop fooling around, Wen Zhaoren honestly walked to the bedside and looked at Ling Yi pitifully.

There was a red mark on his neck from the fight between the two of them.

He took Lingyi's hand, kissed her well-maintained fingertips, and whispered in her ear, "You naughty boy."

Ling Yi felt a tingling sensation from his kisses, and a smile appeared in her tearful eyes. She gently pushed him away, saying, "If you won't let me make a scene, which woman outside will?"