Chapter 95 Confrontation or Not?
The system's voice cut through the air, startling Zhang Wei. [Host, what are your thoughts on the killer?] it inquired abruptly.
Zhang Wei's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his curiosity instantly ignited. "Why do you need my opinion? It has nothing to do with me," he replied, his voice laced with indifference.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Zhang Wei retreated to the bathroom, the events of the night still vividly etched in his mind.
He needed to wash away the lingering sweat that clung to his body, a physical cleanse to match his desire for a mental one.
As he entered the bathroom, he caught a fleeting glimpse of Yu Lei emerging from her room. She was adorned in a stunning yellow dress, one that seemed to radiate a vibrant energy. An enigmatic smile tugged at Zhang Wei's lips as he wondered when she had purchased such a marvelous ensemble.
A wry chuckle escaped his throat as he contemplated the act of opening a woman's wardrobe. It was akin to willingly diving headfirst into a pit of despair. Women never wore the same thing twice; each occasion demanded a fresh ensemble.
Zhang Wei had long since learned to avoid accompanying women on shopping trips, as the inevitable clash of wills simply wasn't worth the headache.
Yet, this time, he deliberately avoided interfering, wanting to witness Yu Lei's actions unfold naturally.
The previous incident had left him utterly perplexed, his mind shrouded in a fog of confusion.
He wanted a preemptive glimpse of Yu Lei's next moves, ensuring that Rose, with her remarkable strength, could swiftly overpower any conflicts that might arise.
Rose didn't even know that she was being used by Zhang Wei as a poison tester. After all, can a normal woman evade Yu Lei pulling knives out of nowhere?
Of course not.
So, Zhang Wei has to resort to such means.
Meanwhile, after what felt like an eternity, Rose finally arrived, her presence heralded by the rapid clickety-clack of her bike navigating through the chaotic streets.
Her figure exuded a sense of urgency and determination as she skidded to a halt in front of the unfamiliar door.
Uncertainty clouded her features for a fleeting instant before she steeled herself and pressed the doorbell.
With an eerie creak, the door swung open, revealing a woman standing on the other side. Rose's heart skipped a beat as she took in Yu Lei's striking appearance.
Dressed in a sleek, form-fitting yellow dress, Yu Lei emanated an aura of power and confidence.
Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders like a dark waterfall, framing a face that exuded both beauty and cunning.
Yu Lei's sharp, assessing gaze swept over Rose, studying her with a mixture of suspicion and admiration.
Rose couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness under the intensity of that gaze.
It seemed Yu Lei's eyes were drawn to every detail, from the meticulous way Rose styled her hair to the well-maintained curve of her waist.
"You are...?" Yu Lei's voice carried a hint of curiosity as she questioned Rose, her tone laced with a subtle undercurrent of suspicion.
"Erm..." Rose stammered, feeling a wave of frustration welling up inside her. 'Is this some kind of play?!' she cursed inwardly, her eyes briefly darting to Zhang Wei, who leaned against the wall, observing their interaction with a mix of interest and amusement.
Unbeknownst to Rose, Zhang Wei had already informed Yu Lei of Rose's true identity, a revelation that both surprised and satisfied Yu Lei, afterall a woman who controlls the underworld gang is must for fulfilling Zhang Wei's ambitions.
According to Yu Lei, Rose's presence was a crucial piece of Zhang Wei's plans to conquer the world.
As Rose stood before Yu Lei, momentarily lost for words, she quickly regained her composure, knowing that she had anticipated a scene like this.
She straightened her posture, meeting Yu Lei's penetrating gaze with a resolute determination, ready to navigate the treacherous path that lay ahead.
Yu Lei, determined to dissolve the awkward tension, extended her hand, her voice ringing out with emphasis, "Yu Lei - Zhang Wei's wife!"
Rose, though mentally prepared for this encounter, was still taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
Uncertain of Zhang Wei's intentions, she mustered a confident laugh before uttering something audacious. "Rose - Zhang Wei's underground lover and subordinate!"
A twitch danced in Yu Lei's eyes as she interrupted, her tone laced with a mix of annoyance and familiarity, "Oh, I already know."
With a sidelong glance, Yu Lei caught sight of Zhang Wei teetering precariously in the background.
*cough, cough*
Zhang Wei's mind whirred, wondering why the situation was deviating from his expectations. 'Why are these women being so brutally honest?' he pondered in bewilderment.
Both women now stood on the precipice of confrontation, their expressions in stark contrast. Yu Lei's smile seemed forced, her gaze harboring unspoken tension, while Rose maintained an unwavering facade of confidence.
[Host, I-I don't know! But maybe you should intervene before things escalate.] the voice inside Zhang Wei's head urged.
Zhang Wei, now aware of the looming danger, couldn't help but steal a glance at Yu Lei's clenched fists, which were currently empty. He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, mistakenly perceiving a momentary respite.
Little did he realize that her tightly clasped hands concealed impatience—a testament to her earlier agreement with Zhang Wei or some undisclosed motive only known to her.
However, the underlying tension persisted, refusing to dissipate.
Taking a decisive step forward, Zhang Wei summoned all his composure to mask his internal turmoil.
His voice resonated with a veneer of calm as he attempted to diffuse the situation.
"Wait, wait! Let's calm down and talk things through," he implored, his hand instinctively reaching for Yu Lei's waist in an effort to restrain her, while gesturing subtly toward Rose.
Zhang Wei quickly realized that navigating between two women was no simple task, as hugging left and right proved to be far more complicated than he had initially imagined.
Just as Zhang Wei prepared to take further action, Yu Lei's earlier tough exterior crumbled. She pouted and looked away, her voice filled with disappointment. "Not interested. She's not even trying to put up a fight!"
"Huh?"
Rose was taken aback by the sudden shift in Yu Lei's demeanor, and she burst into laughter, the tension dissipating from her body. "Hey, Miss! Why would I even try to fight you? Do you want me to nail myself to a cross?" she asked, genuinely curious.
Yu Lei unveiled her true intentions, saying, "So I can pretend to overlook your mistakes and come off as the one with a magnanimous heart!"
"..."
"..."
Listening to Yu Lei's words, Rose glanced at Zhang Wei, seeking an explanation. 'What's wrong with her?' her expression seemed to question.
Shouldn't his wife normally refrain from exposing her cunning intentions, if that were really the case?
Zhang Wei, equally perplexed, had no clue what was transpiring inside Yu Lei's mind. Realizing that her previous outburst was just a pretense, he mustered a brave facade, using his free hand to pull Rose closer, while the other wrapped around her slender waist.
"Let's continue this conversation indoors. You both wouldn't want rumors circulating the next day, right?" he proposed.
"!!"
Rose's mouth gaped open in astonishment at his audacious actions. She swiftly turned her head to gauge Yu Lei's reaction.
However, aside from a faint blush on her face, Yu Lei remained stoic and nodded in agreement with Zhang Wei's words.
[Host, be mindful of your image.] The system's reminder prompted Zhang Wei to replace his wide smile with a sincere, serious expression.
He led both women inside, walking alongside Yu Lei, who leaned on him for support, her steps unsteady. Meanwhile, Rose's curiosity was piqued by the sight of a little girl lying on the couch.
'Do they have a daughter?' an absurd possibility flooded Rose's mind as she cast a slightly skeptical glance at Zhang Wei.
With the storms passing peacefully, Zhang Wei decided to savor the moment briefly before discussing his plans with Rose.