Master Xiao, Your Wife Has Reborn

Xi Chenxiao added with a hint of mockery, “Don’t husbands and wives sleep on the same bed? Besides, it’s not like I’m interested in someone flat as a pancake.”

Su Jin clenched her fists tight, anger flooding through her like a crashing wave. She resisted the urge not to claw at him—how could he have said something that rude?

…

It was the fourth night, 9 p.m. sharp. Su Jin got bored taking care of Xi Chenxiao, and she was now gazing out of the window. A fast-moving motorcycle whizzed past, its engine growling through the night.

Then, she remembered tonight was the night Yu Haiyang got into trouble. She came forward to Xi Chenxiao at once, typing on her phone, “Hey, boss. Something urgent came up. Can I head outside real quick? It’s important. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I’ve finished.”

Yu Haiyang was Xi Chenxiao’s favorite nephew. Since she had already sensed it happening, she couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. Maybe, he could be of use for her someday if she saved him.

Xi Chenxiao’s eyes swept her. “What is it?”

“A life and death matter. I have to go.”

“Be specific.”

She had wanted to check if Yu Haiyang would follow the course of events as shown in her prophecy. Yet, it sounded too bizarre—how could she tell Xi Chenxiao that something was about to happen to his nephew?

“I can’t.”

As he was about to flip the page, his fingers paused midair. The tension in the room was stifling in an instant, and the air felt even chiller. “If you won’t speak, then you’re not going.”

She fell silent, but something clicked in her head, and she started editing her text again. “You know, Yu Haiyang and I are classmates. I read his face the other day, and his life palace seemed dark. I had a strong feeling there’d be an imminent disaster happening tonight. I want to go and look for him.”

He tightened his brows in the slightest crease and ordered, “If that’s the case, call him and give him a warning. There’s no need to meet him.”

Su Jin held onto her phone and continued to explain, “It won’t be enough to resolve the disaster. I have to go and fix it.”

His captivating features grew colder and colder with each word, his stare almost freezing, “He’s about the get into trouble, and here you are, in a hurry to save the ‘damsel’ in distress. You like him?”

Waves of jealousy flowed over him—she was his wife, yet she was concerned about some other men, anxious to help him.

Feeling the dropping temperature in the room, Su Jin typed her reply quickly. “What are you saying? I’m Mrs. Xi, and that kid’s your nephew, and mine, too. I’m only this eager because of you.”

Nonchalantly, she sat back on the sofa. “If you aren’t worried about your nephew, then that’s fine with me either. I’m not blood-related to him anyway.”

Her explanation cleared away all the tightness remaining in his chest, and his mood lightened. “Well, then. You can go.” He advanced to her, reaching his hand to tuck away the thin hairs hanging on her face gently. “Hurry back. Take care.”

Su Jin felt her heart pounding over his husky, low voice and his tender touch. Her face grew crimson red, and she nodded sheepishly before turning for the door.

Still apprehensive about her leaving and knowing his nephew, he urged, “Have Xi Tian drive you, and take Wuying with you!”

She looked over her shoulder and nodded with a smile before exiting through the door, leaving the hospital through the quickest route. She knew well the condition Yu Haiyang was in, and there was no time to waste.

Once Xi Tian had received his instructions, he hopped into the Maybach and picked up Su Jin.

Alas, everything would always go wrong when people were in a hurry.

Just as they had hit the main road, traffic congestion resulting from a car accident made every car stuck on the road. Panic-stricken and sweat-drenched, Su Jin vented on her phone.. “What the f*ck’s going on? The traffic was fine minutes ago!”