My wife is the stand-in.

So she turned around, squatted down in front of the cabinet, took out the first aid kit, and began to prepare to clean Amanosaki's wounds.

This is a more comforting approach than fierce confrontation.

Especially when a man is isolated, helpless, and battered.

Saeko Busujima watched helplessly as Lin Shuyu nearly came up, but chose to back down; the resentment she felt remained unresolved.

She actually wanted to strike the young lady of the Lin family hard with the wooden sword, but attacking her directly might provoke Amanosaki and force him to make the wrong decision to "protect the weak girl who likes him".

This will not help solve the problem; on the contrary, it will exacerbate the conflict.

Therefore, Saeko Busujima chose to directly harm Amanosaki.

But Lin Shuyu didn't rush at her crying like a scheming mistress in a TV drama, nor could she take advantage of the situation to hurt her.

So, after all that scheming, the wooden knife was still just a wooden knife, only good for venting anger, and served no other purpose.

Saeko Busujima put her sword back into her belt, then collapsed onto the sofa in a fit of exasperation. Her breathing was rapid, her wheat-colored face flushed with the rosy hue of exertion, her chest heaving violently, and her breasts trembling.

Amanosaki silently propped himself up, his muscles twitching as if countless tiny snakes were coiling beneath his skin.

Saeko Busujima's wooden sword, honed over a decade of practice, is quite formidable in the eyes of ordinary people, even capable of inflicting damage on Amanosaki.

But that's the end of it. Objectively speaking, the injuries Amanosaki suffered were like a mother whipping a child with a willow branch—painful, but superficial, and would heal in a couple of nights.

Those who hit people with sticks, on the other hand, only had a bruise on their buttocks, but their bones were probably broken.

Saeko Busujima crossed her legs, her white stockings barely covering her calves, revealing a glimpse of her lower knees beneath her long skirt.

At this moment, Saeko Busujima crossed her legs and leaned on a wooden sword, looking quite like a yakuza boss.

"Tell me, what did you do while I was away?"

“I didn’t do anything.” Amanosaki stood ramrod straight.

"Ok?"

"I really didn't do anything!" Seeing that Saeko Busujima was about to get angry again, Amanosaki quickly explained, "I didn't even touch her hand!"

"I... I accepted the towel and water that Miss Lin handed me... and the script."

"But your mind is a complete mess, like it's been stirred in a mixer. You've even figured out where you'll go for your honeymoon... or maybe it'll be with me and her!"

Saeko Busujima showed no mercy in exposing her lies.

Amanosaki pressed his forehead and lowered his head somewhat awkwardly.

This is... a fact.

Saeko Busujima scoffed, "Even with me here, you're not planning to give up?"

silence.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Saeko Busujima squinted, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword.

The conversation continued incoherently, with several minutes between each sentence spoken in the cabin.

Lin Shuyu couldn't understand the unspoken understanding between the two, so she gave up on investigating it further. She simply added some hot water to the basin to keep the water temperature stable.

She had already finished playing the game according to her grandfather's instructions, and now all she had to do was do nothing.

Because he does not contend, no one in the world can contend with him. By doing nothing, he can avoid embarrassment when his wife arrives, while his furious wife may do something to disappoint him out of anger.

This is a summary of the experiences my grandfather and I had when we were young, about how we tried to steal someone's place.

Although Lin Shuyu had always despised her maternal and paternal grandfathers' philandering, now that she felt she was following in their footsteps, she had no face to say anything more.

'It's better if I failed; a shameless woman like me deserves to be punished.'

She felt a mixture of happiness and sorrow.

Happiness came from Amanosaki taking the beating for him, while bitterness came from self-blame.

But things took a turn for the better than she expected.

Saeko Busujima stood up, her face flushed, and pointed at Amanosaki. Amanosaki calmly accepted her criticism, his eyes filled with a sense of resignation.

The two of them acted like they were performing a silent play, without uttering a single word except for the natural sounds of their movements.

Then, Saeko Busujima suddenly deflated.

"Amanosaki, you know who I am, right?"

Dressed like a delinquent girl, she dropped the wooden sword, pointed bitterly at herself, and finally began to speak: "I am your ideal type, your most perfect lover and wife. I can satisfy any desire you have for any member of the opposite sex, even if it's just a fleeting thought."

The voice carried a hint of bitterness, a sense of relief at letting go after a long and arduous struggle. Saeko Busujima, no, the [ideal type], under the personality of Saeko Busujima, through the mindset of a Yamato Nadeshiko, covered up all the traces left by previous characters.

She strode into the kitchen, pulled out a boning knife, and amidst Lin Shuyu's scream of "No!", plunged the knife into Amanosaki's body.

Once, twice, three times.

There were three cuts in total, each one piercing through, leaving three through wounds and six holes in the flesh.

The so-called "Three-Sword Flow" refers to the price that people in the martial arts world paid for breaking their promises. Pain and the danger of death were the price, while the wounds inflicted after surviving were the marks that would follow them throughout their lives as a constant reminder.

Amanosaki relaxed his body during the process, allowing the knife to pass through him smoothly without being blocked or broken by his strong muscles.

He bit his lip until it bled, but his eyes remained resolute.

Saeko Busujima's madness reflects his inner transformation; it is the result of his subconscious attempt to "atone" for his past and rebuild his morality, carried out by Saeko Busujima.

Just as Lu Xun vowed to get up early to carve words on his desk, and his mother-in-law admonished her son to carve words of loyalty to the country, Amanosaki used this method, which could cause physical pain, to announce his own transformation.

He was willing to fully accept the laws and morals of this world for the sake of his career and his own greed.

I have to be all!

Clang!

Saeko Busujima threw down the knife, her eyes reddening, and she forced herself not to look at the gushing blood from the hole she had left behind.

She covered her face and waved her hands. Lin Shuyu hurriedly packed the first aid kit and rushed over, not having time to scold Saeko Busujima, to prepare to give Amanosaki first aid.

But Amanosaki grabbed her hand, "The eldest wife has something to tell you."

Lin Shuyu stared blankly at Saeko Busujima. Saeko Busujima raised her head and said to her in an almost cruel tone, "I have taken my revenge on him and accepted reality. I will gladly accept him taking more concubines in the future."

"The next time he takes in more concubines, you'll be the one to stab him in those three wounds and six holes, understand?"

Lin Shuyu's lips were pale: "We should stop the bleeding first."

"Don't worry about him. He has gems that can stop bleeding. This is the price he paid, the price he promised himself."

The word "price" brought a complex mix of emotions, both joy and worry, to Lin Shuyu's eyes. Under Saeko Busujima's piercing gaze, she lowered her head and gave a barely audible "hmm."

"And one more thing."

Saeko Busujima stood up and picked up the wooden sword: "I'll be the big one, you be the small one, don't forget."

"...Sister, what you said is right." Lin Shuyu stammered out the words she had been waiting for.

Chapter 171: Where Did the 500 Million Yuan Go?

Magic is the use of extraordinary powers to accomplish what humans can do.

Modern medicine has penetrated to the microscopic level, and organ transplantation, nerve repair, and even brain rehabilitation are all things that modern medicine can do.

Amanosaki, who studied under the renowned Far East magician Tohsaka family, naturally also mastered these magic tricks.

Although it's all Rin Tohsaka's cramming teaching, only knowing what to do but not why, who says you have to understand the underlying principles to use a tool?

Those who study magic are magicians, while those who only use magic are magic users. Kiritsugu Emiya, the protagonist of Fate/Zero, is a magic user. He does not actively study magic, but he has earned the title of "magician killer" and was even chosen as a son-in-law by the famous European magic family, the Einzbern family.

Due to practical needs, Amanosaki was only familiar with a few magic tricks such as enhancement magic and healing magic among the many magic tricks taught in rote learning. He was not even very good at the [Gandr] that the Tohsaka family was so proud of. He once tried to imitate Shirou Emiya and play Unlimited Blade Works, but found that he could not do what Shirou did to study projection magic for more than ten years.

Therefore, these magic tricks were merely supplementary means for him.

But that's enough. A true magician should use a few points in healing and flash spells, and put the rest into strength, then carry a big gun and blast the enemy to pieces!

boom!

Amanosaki pushed open the door and came out. The three penetrating wounds on his body had begun to heal. After Lin Shuyu carefully bandaged them, he was no longer in any serious condition.

When Saeko Busujima stabbed someone, she deliberately avoided vital organs. Her arms and one leg were pierced, which looked intimidating, but after the healing magic, her bones and muscles were fine.

On the contrary, having finally put his mind at ease, Amanosaki was in high spirits. His clothes were covered in blood, and he left with a stench that made him look very imposing.

When the busy people on the deck saw that Amanosaki was injured, they assumed that the man and two women had an irreconcilable conflict. But when they saw his smug look and Saeko Busujima and Shuyu Lin who came out looking calm and without a scratch, they realized that he had settled his family affairs.

"From today onwards, the Great Hero Tian will have the Lin family backing him up. This is a great opportunity to rise to the top in one step."

Some chivalrous figures were filled with envy.

"I think the real amazing thing is that he managed to snag those two beautiful girls and still survive." One lecherous guy was so jealous that his stomach water refluxed into his mouth. "I wish I had such good fortune."

"Pull you down!"

Ignoring the whispers of passersby, Amanosaki went straight to Spielberg, who was sitting on a small stool reading a script:

"Mr. Berg, how much longer until the film is finished?"

Spielberg, detached from his script conception, noticed the bandages and fresh blood on Amanosaki's body and exclaimed, "Whoa!"

"I was just about to talk to you about this."

"I knew from the beginning that this movie was in a hurry, but I didn't expect it to be this urgent."

Spielberg looked somewhat displeased: "The investors want the finished film within two weeks, but you're demanding it within a week."

"I know that the main special effects have been achieved through real-world scenes, and your country's government will be responsible for the damage to these ships."

“But selecting suitable clips from thousands of videos, cutting them, and creating transition effects all take time. Even if my team works overtime, it's not enough.”

Amanosaki understood the underlying meaning: "You want to make additional investments?"

"Ahem!" Spielberg coughed somewhat awkwardly. "I have that idea, but that's not the main point. Five hundred million yuan, which is about seventy million dollars, is more than enough to cover the main special effects, the extras, and the equipment. But!"

He scratched the back of his head and spread his hands with some distress: "It still comes down to time! The best teams in the world are concentrated in only a few countries. If I want to produce a decent film within a week, then I have to focus my main energy on shooting and editing. The rest of the film compositing work will have to be outsourced."

"And such urgent orders come with very high prices."

"Approximately how much will it cost?"

“Look at the number of teams you hire,” Spiegelberg advised.

Amanosaki stroked his chin and thought for a while, then shook his head: "You should discuss this with Lin Shuyu. If she agrees, then do it."