180: Chapter 180 The Money-Giving Boy Approaches the City

The morning sunlight, like a layer of shattered gold, filtered through the carved wooden window lattices and lazily spilled onto the floor.

Frost Star was not only wrapped tightly around Lin Ye like an octopus, but her devastatingly gorgeous mature-woman face was also buried in the crook of Lin Ye's neck.

Moreover, that breathtaking plumpness of hers was rubbing rhythmically against Lin Ye's chest with her long, steady breaths.

"What a sin. This isn't cultivating immortality; this is clearly a test of this Daoist priest's state of mind."

Lin Ye let out a long sigh inwardly.

As a hot-blooded, street-smart veteran who had mastered the Huangdi Neijing: Chapter of Yin-Yang Harmony to perfection, to say he had no reaction facing such ice-and-fire double-heaven blessing would definitely make him a eunuch.

Yet he forcefully held it in.

There was no help for it; today had important business to attend to.

Those three old Cardinals from the West were still floating around in who knows which cloud in the sky. If his legs went weak from tossing and turning, and he slipped when putting on airs outside later, wouldn't Manager Lin's lifetime reputation be ruined in an instant?

Lin Ye took a deep breath, suppressing the trace of restless, pure-yang evil fire within his body.

He cautiously pinched the back of Frost Star's neck and peeled her off his body like picking up a kitten.

Then, with gentle movements, he placed Leng Yue's legs back into the quilt and tucked in the corners.

Even with movements as light as that, Leng Yue still woke up.

Her dark golden eyes slowly opened in the morning light, devoid of any post-sleep confusion, holding only a radiance intertwined with coldness and tenderness.

"Husband is up so early?"

Leng Yue propped her upper body up, the straps of her silk pajamas slipping down to reveal a pair of fragrant shoulders as flawless as frost and snow.

"Yeah. An honored guest is coming to the shop today, and as the boss, I have to go to the entrance to welcome them personally."

Lin Ye casually grabbed a gray hooded sweatshirt, pulled it over his head, and turned to smile slightly at Leng Yue:

"Wife, sleep a bit longer. Once I pack up those foreigners and send them down to the basement to pedal bicycles, I'll come back up to have breakfast with you."

The corners of Leng Yue's lips curved up into an extremely faint arc.

She didn't say any nonsense like "Husband, be careful."

In her eyes, the person who could harm Lin Ye hadn't even been born yet.

Even if Western gods came and angered her husband, she would not hesitate to unleash the Red Lotus Karmic Fire and burn their divine kingdom into a barren wasteland.

"Go ahead. There is porridge boiled by Helena in the pot, remember to drink some to fill your stomach."

The virtuous nature of the head wife was vividly displayed.

Lin Ye nodded, pushed open the door, and walked down the stairs in flip-flops with clacking sounds.

...

Just as he reached the corner of the first floor.

A rich aroma of preserved egg and lean pork porridge, mixed with the scorched fragrance of fried dough sticks, permeated the entire front hall of the Funeral Shop.

Fatty Wang and Bai Yu were slumped in front of the golden-nanmu tea table with two enormous dark circles under their eyes, looking like eggplants beaten by frost.

These two fellows clearly hadn't slept all night.

After all, knowing that three demigod-level Cardinals were marching toward Jiangzhou to kill, any normal cultivator of Great Xia would probably be scared out of their wits.

Only a monster like Lin Ye, whose heart was as big as a bucket, could embrace two peerless wives and snore thunderously in his sleep.

"Yo, you two are early. What's up, went thieving last night? You've been hollowed out to this extent."

Lin Ye pulled out a chair, sat down broadly, and unceremoniously initiated his roasting mode.

"My dear brother! Your heart is truly huge!"

Fatty Wang grabbed his sparse hair with a look of wanting to cry without tears.

"The Ninth Bureau's red alert has been blaring non-stop since last night! I just went to the door and took a look; within a radius of three kilometers around Taiping Old Street, even stray dogs have been cleared out by the special agents of The Ninth Bureau!"

"Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan was so anxious outside the cordon line that she was practically ready to draw her gun and commit suicide, and you could still sleep?!"

Bai Yu also swallowed wildly, pushing the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose:

"Boss Lin... Internal intelligence from The Ninth Bureau says that the three Cardinals have already entered Jiangzhou territory."

"They didn't hide their aura; that holy light pressure is almost burning through satellite radar."

"What's the rush? Let the bullets fly for a while."

Lin Ye waved his hand indifferently.

Right at this moment, the kitchen curtain was lifted.

Helena walked out holding a steaming casserole.

This once aloof chief nun of the Western Inquisition was still wearing that black, high-slit ice-silk qipao today.

Tied outside was a pink apron.

"Boss, you're awake, the porridge is ready."

Helena obediently put down the casserole, picked up a small bowl, carefully ladled a bowl of porridge for Lin Ye, gently stirred it with a spoon to cool it down, and then handed it to Lin Ye with both hands.

If the paladins of the Western Holy See were to see this submissive and obedient look, their faith would probably collapse on the spot, and they would draw their swords to commit suicide.

A dignified holy nun was actually boiling porridge and serving food to an Eastern heretic?!

"Your skills have improved. Much better than yesterday's lump of charcoal."

Lin Ye took the bowl, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.

He casually pinched Helena's slender waist.

Helena trembled all over, and two clouds of red blush flew across her cheeks with a whoosh.

But she didn't dodge; instead, she obediently leaned closer to Lin Ye, her ice-blue eyes carrying a hint of shy delight.

"As long as Boss likes it. Helena will boil it for you every day from now on."

"Tsk tsk, this capitalist's corrupt life is truly depraving."

Ayugu, sitting on the steps gnawing on corn, rolled her eyes heavily and muttered softly.

"The enemy is at the gates, yet he still has the mood to flirt with a foreign woman; this boss will sooner or later die in a woman's lap."

Lin Ye ignored the roasts of the Miao Territory Saintess, grabbed a golden, crispy fried dough stick, and took a big bite.

While chewing, he muttered incoherently:

"I say, are these Westerners sick in the head? Didn't they say they would arrive soon?"

"It's already seven o'clock, and I've even started eating my fried dough sticks, how come they still haven't arrived? Do foreigners experience traffic jams too? Or were they detained by the traffic police in Southern Border halfway because their left foot crossed the provincial border first?"

Fatty Wang: "..."

Bai Yu: "..."

Big brother, those are three demigod-level old monsters!

They are here to slaughter the city!

Do you think this is takeout delivery, complaining that they are slow?!