Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

Upon seeing Lord Asura about to leave the manor before she discovered anything, Ye Wanwan became anxious.

“Big Dipper, I have something to do. I’ll leave the rest to you!”

Ye Wanwan immediately chased after Lord Asura.

“Huh? Sis Feng… Sis Feng… Hey, where are you going…” Big Dipper called out, but Ye Wanwan’s figure had disappeared into the distance already.

“Sis Feng isn’t planning to cause trouble by herself, right?” Big Dipper scratched his head with confusion.

With Sis Feng’s personality, she definitely hadn’t caused enough trouble yet…

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“My Lord, do we need to deal with the Yan family?” the red-haired man, Jiang Yan, asked Si Yehan with a small frown and reverent expression.

Since Lord Asura treated the Yan family so ruthlessly today, he probably provoked resentful feelings in the Yan family. Although the Yan family was like a bunch of ants to Asura, the red-haired man believed that eliminating weeds by their roots was best.

Si Yehan’s features were dark, and he tugged his collar with an impatient expression upon hearing that. He waved his hand and said, “No need. You can leave.”

“Um…” The red-haired man wanted to say something else but sharply detected the danger and irritability in his Lord’s state, so he didn’t dare to say anything and nodded slightly. Then he left with everyone else in tow.

At the same time, Ye Wanwan had secretly followed them and was hiding near Lord Asura’s group.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t clearly hear what they were saying. She saw Lord Asura waving his hand and the other people retreating.

When she saw that only Lord Asura was left, her eyes brightened. Good opportunity!

Si Yehan abruptly relaxed like a bow pulled extremely taut whose arrow finally left the dock; all his vitality seemed to have been sucked out of him within seconds.

His handsome brows were tightly locked together, and it looked like a layer of dense, gloomy fog that couldn’t be dispersed was enveloping his features.

After an indefinite amount of time passed, the dense fog eased a tinge.

Si Yehan turned around, about to head to the residence deep inside the manor, when he detected something, shock flitting through his face. His back slowly turned stiff, and his relaxed expression suddenly tensed again.

Ye Wanwan took advantage of this opportunity to be alone with Lord Asura and walked out from behind the bushes, leaves rustling beneath her feet.

When the man saw the girl appearing in front of his eyes, his pupils evidently contracted.

Ye Wanwan coughed lightly and started making conversation. “Ah, um, Lord Asura… We meet again…”

Lord Asura’s eyes locked onto the girl’s face. His eyes were like the bottom of the ocean, secret currents rippling throughout but they were all hidden in the fathomless ocean.

The man’s face was akin to the placid surface of a calm ocean, and all his turbulence was tightly suppressed. He indifferently glanced at her and asked, “Does President Bai need something?”

Ye Wanwan didn’t waste her words and directly said, “Lord Asura, can we speak somewhere?”

After being in the Independent State for so long, she never expected to personally meet a man who looked identical to Si Yehan in this kind of situation. Moreover, this man was the legendary Lord Asura.

No matter what, she had to get to the bottom of this matter today.

Lord Asura didn’t say anything and silently walked forward.

That was considered tacit agreement, right?

Ye Wanwan hurriedly followed him.