Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Chapter 681

In her eyes, He Yuzhu's enthusiasm was like a surging tide, which had gone too far and made her feel pressured.

Every time He Yuzhu approached, it was like an unavoidable storm, making her want to escape.

Not to mention becoming his lover, which seemed like a fantasy to her at the time and something that was absolutely impossible.

At that time, she was walking on the bustling streets, where people were coming and going and it was very lively.

He Yuzhu suddenly appeared in her sight like a sudden stone, holding a carefully prepared gift in his hand and walking towards her with a smile on his face.

But she just responded coldly, with a distant look in her eyes, as if He Yuzhu was an insignificant stranger who had never stirred a ripple in her heart.

But time passed quietly, and days went by, but He Yuzhu always stayed by her side.

Whenever she encountered difficult problems at work and fell into confusion and anxiety, He Yuzhu could always use his wisdom and experience to give her advice and help her solve the problems smoothly.

Once, Huang Zhirou was in charge of an important project, and her proposal was rejected many times, which made her extremely anxious.

After learning about this, He Yuzhu stayed up late to help her analyze the problem and reorganize her ideas, and gave her a perfect modification plan the next day.

When she was sick and bedridden, weak and even had difficulty getting up to pour water, He Yuzhu took even better care of her, serving her tea and medicine, running around, his eyes full of worry and concern.

On a cold winter day, Huang Zhirou had a high fever. He Yuzhu braved the wind and snow and ran through several streets just to buy the right antipyretic medicine for her.

Gradually, during these moments of interaction, the tightly closed door in Huang Zhirou's heart was quietly opened by He Yuzhu's sincerity and enthusiasm.

She began to get used to He Yuzhu's presence, rely on his help, and finally opened her heart completely and accepted this passionate love.

At this moment, Huang Zhirou said coquettishly, "Bah, shameless." The voice was soft and melodious, just like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

But she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, like a crescent moon. The sweet scenes of their past lives kept playing in her mind like a movie. The feeling of happiness was like a vine growing vigorously in spring, spreading rapidly and filling her heart.

When I think back to my past self, whenever I see those women who are mistresses, I always feel deep disgust and contempt in my heart, and my words are full of disdain.

At that time, she never thought that one day she would fall into such a situation and become He Yuzhu's concubine.

This huge change in identity often made her fall into deep self-doubt in the dead of night.

She would lie alone in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind filled with turmoil and confusion: How had she ended up like this? Was this the right choice?

But when the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the window, and she looked at He Yuzhu's familiar and warm face, his eyes still full of affection for her, she felt that perhaps everything was not so bad, as if all her troubles could quietly dissipate in this affectionate gaze.

"I think you're itching for a fight and deserve a beating!" He Yuzhu frowned, opened his eyes wide, pretended to be angry, and shouted at the top of his voice, the volume seemed to break through the walls of the room.

Before he finished speaking, he flashed and, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he moved swiftly but cautiously and gently grabbed Huang Zhirou.

Huang Zhirou let out a series of silver bell-like laughs, trying to break free from He Yuzhu's "capture". The two of them chased each other with laughter all the way through the spacious and bright living room.

Their figures shuttled between the neatly arranged furniture, sometimes bumping into the sofa, sometimes knocking over the pillows, and "chasing" all the way to the warm bathroom.

In the bathroom, He Yuzhu's fingers gently tickled Huang Zhirou's waist, causing her to laugh and beg for mercy.

But before Huang Zhirou could recover, He Yuzhu took her hand again and trotted back to the soft and comfortable bed.

Back on the bed, Huang Zhirou was still struggling desperately, waving her hands in the air and shouting, "Let me go, I was wrong!"

No matter how she pretended to beg, He Yuzhu did not stop teasing her. Instead, he intensified his teasing, tickling the soles of her feet and poking her cheeks.

The room was filled with their cheerful laughter, which seemed to carry warmth, filling the whole room with an atmosphere of happiness.

After making a fuss for a while, Huang Zhirou felt breathless, her chest heaving violently, her legs soft and weak, like a lazy kitten, and she collapsed on the bed with a "thump".

Her cheeks were flushed from the fight just now, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her hair was messily stuck to her face, but her face was filled with a smile of extreme happiness.

Not long after, her eyelids began to droop, her breathing gradually became steady, and she fell into a deep sleep with a faint smile on her lips.

It was late at night and everything was silent, only the breeze occasionally rustled through the treetops.

The silvery moonlight shines through the window and falls on the old wooden floor, interweaving mottled shadows of trees, like a mysterious painting.

He Yuzhu lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the time silently in his mind until he was sure that the entire yard had fallen asleep.

He took a deep breath, quietly lifted the quilt, and turned over lightly and nimbly like a cat.

Every movement was precise and careful, for fear of disturbing the quiet night.

He Yuzhu came to the window, carefully stuck his head out, observed the movements around him, and after confirming that it was safe, he stepped out of the window and climbed onto the eaves nimbly.

The moonlight shone on him, outlining his firm and mysterious figure.

He paused for a moment, his eyes sharp as torches as he scanned the surroundings. Then, his figure flashed like a streak of black lightning as he rushed towards the newspaper office. He instantly disappeared into the vast night, leaving behind only the silent courtyard and the shadows of trees swaying in the wind.

Not long after, He Yuzhu's figure appeared like a ghost in front of the newspaper dormitory building.

The entire dormitory building was enveloped in the thick darkness, and the silence was almost oppressive. Only a few dim street lamps struggled to emit faint light in the thick darkness, barely illuminating a small area around them.

He walked hurriedly but steadily towards the balcony outside Pan Qun's room.

There are several pots of green plants on the balcony, swaying gently in the breeze, as if whispering a secret that no one knows.

He Yuzhu raised his hand, and knocked on the glass three times in a steady rhythm. The knocking sound was particularly clear in the silent night.

Inside the house, Pan Qun had been waiting quietly for a long time. When he heard the sound, he opened the door without hesitation and welcomed He Yuzhu into the house with an anxious look on his face.

The room was dimly lit, with only a desk lamp emitting a dim glow. The lampshade was covered with a thin layer of dust, making the dim light even more hazy.

As soon as He Yuzhu opened the door, he was enveloped by the depressing atmosphere in the room. He didn't bother to brush off the night dust on his shoulders, and asked anxiously: "It's so late, is there something urgent?" His eyes were full of undisguised concern, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were flushed because of his hasty arrival.

"It's not particularly urgent, but I've discovered some abnormalities recently." Pan Qun's face was solemn. His usually straight back was slightly hunched at this moment, and his face was full of worry, as if it was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds for a long time.

He raised his hand to rub his dry eyes, and then told He Yuzhu in detail what had happened recently.

The reporter sent by the newspaper has recently felt that he is being secretly followed and monitored. Every morning when he goes out and walks on the bustling streets, even though there are people coming and going and the noise is noisy around him, he can clearly feel that there seems to be a pair of eyes following him like a shadow.

The gaze was icy cold, penetrating his clothes and reaching his spine, making it impossible for him to concentrate on his work, and his interview manuscripts were full of mistakes.

After several days of careful observation, the reporter's inner uneasiness became increasingly strong, and he finally decided to report to Pan Qun.

His voice trembled as he described several strange experiences during the interviews: he turned around inadvertently and caught a glimpse of a strange face wandering not far away. The person was dressed in ordinary clothes, but exuded an out-of-place aura. But when he looked closely again, the street was still crowded with people, but the person he just saw disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

After years of hard work on the secret front, Pan Qun has acquired excellent skills and has an extraordinary intuition about all kinds of emergencies.

That day, when the reporter came hurriedly to report the situation, his originally calm eyes suddenly became sharp.

With his rich experience, he realized almost immediately that perhaps it was his old rival, the Intelligence Bureau, who had reappeared.

He knew very well that the methods of these intelligence personnel were vicious and changeable. They were always good at hiding in the dark, like dormant poisonous snakes. Once they took action, they would steal important intelligence and deliberately disrupt order.

The newspaper has worked hard over the years in difficult times, and the efforts it has put in are so precious. If there is any negligence in this matter, it is very likely to be wiped out in an instant.

Pan Qun did not dare to delay for a moment. He quickly glanced at the phone on the desk, strode forward, grabbed the receiver, and quickly dialed He Yuzhu's number.

When the call was connected, he used the most concise and clear words to explain the current serious situation. Every word was precise and powerful, without a trace of redundancy.

After hearing what Pan Qun said, He Yuzhu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes were solemn, and various possibilities kept surging in his mind.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice low but firm, "So, after Jimmy's death, someone else tried to incite rebellion. These people are truly lingering, like a thorn in the flesh. It seems the blow we dealt to them previously wasn't thorough enough, giving them the opportunity to stir up trouble again."

"That's right, that's my assessment." Pan Qun said with a serious expression and a hint of indignation in his tone, "They're unwilling to accept their previous failure and are still determined to make a comeback and cause us trouble again."

He Yuzhu then pressed on, "Are there any other clues? Just knowing we're being followed is too little information, a drop in the bucket. It's not enough to support us in launching effective action."

Upon hearing this, Pan Qun's brows knitted into a deep "川" shape. He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "We haven't found any particularly useful clues yet. After their last lesson, they're like a frightened bird. They're acting extremely covertly now, being extremely cautious with every step. We've tried several methods, including sending a few absolutely reliable personnel to track and observe, but this comes with great risks. If they discover us, our people will be in extreme danger, with disastrous consequences."

He Yuzhu nodded slowly, indicating that he understood the difficulty. He pondered for a while, then said firmly, "I know about this, but with this little information, we can't accurately judge or identify the enemy. This passive state is not a solution. We must take the initiative and turn passivity into initiative. We can't let them lead us by the nose any longer."

Pan Qun frowned slightly, his expression solemn, and agreed deeply, "Indeed. But you don't know that the two traitors are still working normally at the newspaper. They are like two carefully placed time bombs, hidden among us, and could explode at any time with the slightest disturbance, bringing us unpredictable disaster."

He Yuzhu's face flashed with surprise when he heard this. His eyes widened as he said anxiously, "It's already this late, why haven't they been dealt with yet? This is clearly raising a tiger to cause trouble. Aren't you afraid of causing even greater trouble by keeping them around?"

Pan Qun waved his hand calmly, explaining patiently, "The reason they haven't been dealt with is precisely because they've already been exposed. In our opinion, sometimes, exposed pawns can be more useful. We can cleverly use them, playing the long game, and see if we can draw out the deeply hidden forces behind them."

After a brief pause, Pan Qun straightened his back, looked solemn, and began to describe his plan in detail.

It turned out that one of the two traitors was named Wang Gui, who was responsible for the daily cleaning work of the newspaper office. He carried a broom and a rag all day long, shuttling around every corner of the newspaper office. He looked ordinary and inconspicuous.

However, all kinds of documents were placed randomly in the newspaper office, and office staff came and went in a hurry. While cleaning, he actually had plenty of opportunities to come into contact with confidential documents and key information, and quietly spy on the newspaper's secrets.

He Yuzhu frowned, a trace of worry gathered on his forehead.

He paced back and forth in the cramped office, his leather shoes clattering against the floor with a dull thud, and each step seemed to tread on his tense heartstrings.

The sunlight shines through the mottled blinds, like a sharp sword splitting the darkness, casting a mixture of light and dark shadows on his face, just like the entanglement in his heart at the moment.