Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 220: Husbands Are Meant to Be Roasted

"Why do I have to lie down? I don’t like lying down to sleep!" May couldn’t help but mumble.

"Lie down and wait for me to spank your butt!" Vincent rolled his eyes at her, thinking that if it weren’t for his fear of Jacob laughing at him and calling him henpecked, he wouldn’t have said such harsh words.

However, since he had already spoken, he had to accept the consequences. Just as May was about to lose her temper, Vincent hurriedly sent Jacob away.

Before May could react, Vincent quickly grabbed his phone and left the bedroom, going into the hallway to call Jacob.

Jacob guessed that Vincent’s side should be calm now, so he timely praised, "The Eldest Master Vance really knows how to manage the household, truly impressive."

Vincent raised his eyebrows proudly, saying, ’Of course, that stubborn girl May dared to mess with my phone. Watch how I’ll deal with her later.’

Jacob awkwardly moved his lips, thinking to himself who would end up dealing with whom later. The durian at home must have been set already, right? Eldest Vance, have you decided how you’ll kneel?

"Um, about that, I forgot to mention the main issue. Our people just found Melody White in the nearby grove, but she’s already unconscious. At present, she’s been taken to the nearby hospital by the police for treatment, and there shouldn’t be any life-threatening concerns."

After secretly complaining about Vincent a bit, Jacob cleared his throat and turned back to business.

Vincent thoughtfully instructed Jacob, "Send someone to keep an eye on Melody White. Don’t let her escape. Once Maxwell’s wedding is over tomorrow, I’ll go personally to question her about what happened last night."

"Okay, do you have anything else? If not, I need to rest now too." Working until two or three in the morning, even an iron body can’t withstand it. Jacob hurriedly consulted Vincent.

Vincent was genuinely exhausted. After exchanging goodnight pleasantries and giving brief instructions, he hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Vincent rubbed his swollen temples while turning to go back to the bedroom to rest. But no matter how he twisted it, the bedroom lock wouldn’t open. He confirmed that someone had locked the door from the inside.

For crying out loud...

Vincent, full of frustration, shouted inside, "May, open the door. I promise I won’t hit you, okay?"

As soon as he shouted, May didn’t respond, but he ended up waking the nearby housekeepers. They all put on clothes and came out of their rooms to check on Vincent’s situation.

"Eldest Master, have you been kicked out by the young madam again?" One clueless housekeeper mumbled sleepily, almost driving Vincent mad.

"Are you blind? Which eye saw me getting kicked out by your young madam?" Vincent bellowed at the housekeeper who couldn’t read the room, his face darkening.

The housekeeper realized he had misspoken and quickly hung his head low, slinking away. Everyone looked at each other, aware that Vincent was suffering from his wife’s wrath without an outlet, knowing whoever intervened would be unlucky, so they just watched without daring to speak.

Unable to open the bedroom door, Vincent was already angry, and the brainless crowd watching made him even more furious, prompting him to shout at them, ’Can’t you see the lock’s broken? Quickly find someone to pry it open!’

"Oh, oh, sure, sure, we’re on it!" The housekeepers scattered like startled birds, vanishing in a flash.

Soon, a gatekeeper with repair skills was brought over by the housekeepers, intending to pry open the lock. But just as the gatekeeper was about to use tools to force it open, the door suddenly swung open from inside.

May glared seriously at the crowd gathered at the door, deliberately shouting, "What are you all doing?"

Everyone looked at May, then at Vincent behind her, unsure of what to do next.

Vincent saw May open the door herself and gestured for everyone to go back to sleep.

"It’s okay, everyone go back!" Vincent triumphantly pushed open the door and walked inside.

The crowd exchanged glances, thinking to themselves that these two were truly a handful to deal with, playing tricks in the middle of the night instead of sleeping. Seeing Vincent’s bedroom door shut with a "bang" behind him, they quietly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly returned to rest.

Back in the bedroom, May deliberately stared at Vincent’s face, then turned back to the bed, lying on her stomach in the most expansive starfish position, her expression defiant, "You, Eldest Master Vance, are so impressive, managing the household well, huh? Come and hit me, then!"

Vincent truly felt the urge to hit her, but given her delicate condition, he couldn’t even think of hitting hard—he feared harming the baby she was carrying.

Hitting her was impossible; he’d have to coax her, with the utmost humility.

"Dear wife, what are you talking about? How could I bear to hit you? Just with you carrying my son, I couldn’t bear to hit you, right?" With a smile of flattery on his face, Vincent quickly moved to the bedside, reaching out to gently rub May’s waist, as tenderly as one would during a massage.

"No, aren’t you keen on reasserting your authority as the husband? Don’t you enjoy being praised as a wife-beating hero? So, what are you waiting for? Hit me! Hit me hard!"

"..." Honestly, the moment May provoke him to the extreme, demanding he hit her, Vincent almost wanted to slap down, fearing that a single slap might send his wife and unborn baby flying.

"Enough, enough, I’m tired even if you’re not tired. Maxwell’s getting married tomorrow; let me rest for a while, okay?" Vincent was speechless, having no choice but to talk nicely.

May glared at him, suddenly got up, grabbed his pillow, and tossed it onto the Imperial Concubine Chair beside her.

"You can sleep, but tonight the bed is mine. Figure it out yourself."

Vincent glanced helplessly at the Imperial Concubine Chair beside him. While it’s fine for occasional resting, sleeping on it would be uncomfortable for his six-foot-tall frame, with no place to stretch his legs.

"The Imperial Concubine Chair is so narrow..."

Vincent had just complained when May threw him a look, "What? Not willing? If you don’t want to, go sleep in the study. You seemed pretty comfortable last time you slept there."

"..." Vincent never knew a woman’s ability to hold grudges could be horrifyingly strong. Well then, having chosen the study last time, he had already tasted the consequences. If he dared go again, he’d probably have to hand over his life to May.

"Forget it, can’t be bothered with you!" Vincent sighed helplessly, obediently grabbing a blanket and truly going to lie down on the Imperial Concubine Chair.

He was truly exhausted; even though the Imperial Concubine Chair was small and extremely uncomfortable for sleeping, he quickly drifted into dreams after lying down.