Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 692 - 693: Business in the Black Market
The assistant behind him quickly supported him, "Mr. Bai..."
Mr. Bai weakly waved his hand and sat down on the chair, letting out a heavy sigh.
Meng Yue sat in the chair, having cried her eyes out, and now with her swollen eyes, she looked utterly desolate.
Mr. Bai hesitated for a moment but still embraced her, gently patting her arm, "Don’t cry."
Meng Yue’s voice grew even louder, as she threw herself into Mr. Bai’s arms, her sobs broken and helpless. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
Listening to her crying, Mr. Bai also couldn’t hold back and started to sob with grief.
The couple hugged each other and wept together as something seemed to quietly disintegrate and vanish into thin air.
Uncle Liu, who had been standing by, watched the pair of good-for-nothing spouses. Frustrated and biting his teeth in vexation, he glanced at them for a while before turning away and leaving.
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A big deal started circulating in the black market.
A high price for a heart, a high price for murder.
The amount was up to a hundred million!
Those mixed up in the black market, many of whom valued money over life, were internally shocked by this number and then eagerly readied themselves to try.
Buying a heart might be difficult; after all, in the vast world, who could know whose heart would exactly match the one needed by another person?
If killing one didn’t suffice, killing two or three would surely attract high police attention, and if you got caught, all the money in the world wouldn’t matter without a life to spend it.
The risk was too great.
But murder was different.
This circle had plenty of professional assassins and mercenaries. Blending into a crowd to do something, to hide something, was not difficult for them.
So everyone’s focus became very clear.
The task, of course, was to take on the easy ones.
But undeniably, the easy jobs were the most sought after.
The client had high demands.
High intelligence was required, and if someone knew the Disguise Technique, even better. But the most stringent requirement was this: wanted a woman, tall and thin.
Just this one demand had already eliminated most of the candidates.
Fortunately, after three days, they finally chose a satisfying candidate.
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Imperial Capital Art College.
Dongfang Xuyan had been acting odd ever since she crawled back from the hotel that day.
The most obvious sign was her incessantly questioning Shi Mei: "Do I not look good?"
At first, Shi Mei would reply, "You look beautiful."
"Yeah, I’m so beautiful, why then do some men not want to sleep with me?"
Shi Mei: "..."
Later, when Dongfang Xuyan asked similar questions, Shi Mei chose to ignore them.
Dongfang Xuyan was still puzzled, "Why are the men of Xia Country so weird, they were clearly aroused and still held back, heh, is it that they really don’t like me? But that’s not right, they obviously like me, if not why would they take care of me? But if they like me, why wouldn’t they sleep with me?"
"Shi Mei, what do you think?"
Turning around, Shi Mei was wearing headphones, playing the guitar.
Dongfang Xuyan quieted down for a moment, deciding to go live streaming, and ask her fans about this brain-burning question during the live session.
Lately, the songs Shi Mei wrote all seemed out of sync, both the melodies and the lyrics, always writing and tearing, then tearing and rewriting.
Each time she deleted a part, her mind would drift to Bai Yuejie.
It had been a long time since she last saw Bai Yuejie.
She really wanted to see what she had become now.
’Ding dong’
The doorbell rang.
Dongfang Xuyan quickly went to open the door.
Standing at the door was Dongfang Xuyan’s bodyguard, who said, "Miss, there have been people watching your room nearby lately, please be careful."
