His Cute Wife is a Little Crazy

688 THE INVITATION

After Frank left, Zhong Feng stared at Hu Lei with a knowing smile. It was strange. He understood her thoughts so well that he could anticipate her words and actions. However, he never felt bored when he was with her.

He could watch her every day and still feel like every moment, every smile and every kiss was brand new. She was his treasure. Like now, the reason she gave that order to Frank was obvious. And he knew she knew he knew.

“What?” She replied to that look with rare shyness, but she tried to cover up the embarrassment by turning her nose in the air. “I am just thinking ahead. Who better to test your future game than the people who have experienced the up and downs of the game in all its forms?”

Zhong Feng could not resist kissing her pouty lips. It was all the sweet but strange things Hu Lei did for him that made him understand how much she loved him. She was not a normal wife by all accounts, but he knew she would do anything for him.

Just as he would do anything for her.

In another room not too far, a man was tapping on his phone, ignoring the choking contestants and the fervent excitement from the crowd. He checked on his niece and made sure she was getting ready to sleep. Although it was a Saturday, he could not allow her to stay up all night.

Yagi glanced at the contest screen after texting and sighed, hoping it would be over soon. He was not interested in the game at all.

It was more accurate to say he did not have the slightest curiosity towards these kinds of games. While his grandfather was strict and insisted that he and his brother should learn a lot of things, he did not find mind games like puzzles or chess exciting.

That was his late brother’s forte. Seiryo always assumed he would be the easy-going Yagi son with no responsibilities. So, he focused on being cool, and his strength was in athletics and sports. He liked being outside, wearing casual clothes and sweating.

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But those things were from a lifetime ago. He was a different person from that na?ve idiot who skipped class and ran from tuition classes to play street basketball. He was now a person who looked at life with a clear eye.

For instance, while he did not find the escape game interesting on a personal level, he appreciated the effort Anarkh made to create a unique entertainment haven. It was the reason he was interested in this golden goose.

He stared at the screen again and saw one of the male contestants with a high level of noxious gas in his room clutching his chest. He reached towards a corkscrew, which Yagi assumed was his next clue. However, his fingertips barely brushed on the vintage item before he fell to the ground.

A trickle of blood flowed down his nose as he lay on the ground. Immediately, the crowd went wild as it became clear that the contestant could not continue. Although the poison gas was not yet at full capacity, it was unknown if he was alive or dead.

“With a gasp of breath, one of the foolish children has fallen under the spell of the malicious witch. He cannot move and can only resign to his fate as a human pie. We can only hope he will be delicious.” The Firebird added his commentary.

The crowd roared with a mixture of laughter and applause. It seemed that no one was bothered by the fact that the contestant could be really dead. Or perhaps, his possible death is what made them even happier.

Yagi looked coldly and wondered how he could make his hotels more prosperous. He would never do something so macabre because he wanted to protect Misaki from dark things. However, he could take his businesses to the next level with a little more creativity.

He decided that he would put aside his focus on expanding first and review the performance of his current businesses. Perhaps, he was not maximising the potential of his existing enterprises.

After this thought, he felt a little more refreshed. Perhaps, the evening was not a waste.

No, this evening was definitely not a waste. His mind drifted to the beautiful woman who was always in the periphery of his mind. If he had the choice of where he wanted to be at this moment, he wished he could be with Emi.

His lips stretched into a smile when he remembered their moment earlier, in that corridor and the random room where they fell. It was something out of a stupid romance movie. He could still feel her warmth, her breath and her scent on his skin.

Unfortunately, she rushed off back to her room before he could fan that spark. At the thought of how Emi refused to let him know what she was doing in Anarkh and who she was with, he frowned. He knew he had no right to feel possessive.

But from the moment he met her, he knew he wanted to be with her. He was sure that they had a future together. Despite the hiccups along the way, there was no doubt in his heart that she would be his wife.

But his unfounded confidence did not make him feel less threatened.

The thought that Emi had come to this luxurious but dangerous place with someone else meant she trusted that person. And more than that, she was uncomfortable and a bit dodgy when he offered to send her back to her private room.

Therefore, he was sure she was with someone, but she did not want them to know about him. Their current relationship could only be considered ambiguous, at best. Yet, she did not even dare introduce him as a friend or acquaintance to whoever she accompanied in that room.

The realisation frustrated him to no end. Unfortunately, he did not know enough about Emi to even guess the identity of the person. She was a mystery he could not unravel. But he would find out with time, and he would get to know everything about her.

Yagi did not know the length of time that passed as he sat lost in his thoughts about Emi. He only snapped out of his brain when the door opened. He lifted his brow in question because the Shi, who had not been seen since they came to the hotel, reappeared.

His robotic face was as calm as ever, betraying nothing of his thoughts. If it were anyone else, Yagi would suspect a possible assassination. But he knew that Shi would not harm him, even when he behaved like an enigma.

She did not speak or tell Yagi where he had been. Instead, he handed Yagi a small envelope with a beautiful logo of the Anarkh. The envelope was understated in its elegance. Its origin could not have been simple.

Yagi frowned as he looked at his name printed on the black envelope. Shi sat down on the other end of the couch, but he still did not explain. Yagi opened the envelope and found an embossed card with the impression of a bouquet of throwing knives.

The eerie card had a single sentence.

|You are invited to a special Anarkh exhibition following The Great Escape. J.|