Courtyard House: A Start with Black Gold Swallowing 100,000 Silver Dollars

Li Wenguo reacted quickly, covering her mouth with one hand and grabbing her hair with the other, pulling her up—forcing her to swallow the mouthful of blood!

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!" He turned around with a dark face, walked straight to the bucket in the corner to wash his hands, and without looking back, threw down the words: "Wen San, it's up to you—go for it on the face. Smash it to pieces! Smash it to pieces! Smash it until her features are dislocated and her flesh is completely destroyed, so that even her own parents won't recognize her face in the underworld! From then on, she'll be a wandering ghost, nameless and faceless, no one will remember her, and no one will dare to recognize her!"

"Alright, Mr. Li!!!"

Wen San responded with a flick of his wrist, ready to strike—

"No! I'll confess! I'll confess everything!!!" Kamizono Tadako screamed hoarsely, her face as pale as paper.

Hey!

He really is a believer in ghosts and gods!

Li Wenguo almost burst out laughing.

……

What was meant to be a casual, harsh remark unexpectedly struck a nerve.

You know what, they live just like people back home, and they believe in this stuff.

It's not surprising that she's afraid.

After all, slapping someone's face really hurts—it can rupture your eyeballs, collapse your nose, and turn your whole face into tattered rags, which is even more horrifying than being skinned alive.

After Uezono Tadako relented, the operation to wipe out Japanese spy strongholds was immediately launched.

However, she had lied earlier: she wasn't some peripheral personnel at all, but a core telegraph operator. She not only revealed her whereabouts, but also the locations of the radio and the codebook in detail.

It also exposes Jingcun's true identity—he is a Japanese spy planted in Jingcun by the Black Dragon Society, specializing in shady dealings such as kidnapping, assassination, and arson.

He also revealed the location of the secret room where Dong Haitang had been imprisoned.

Li Wenguo didn't go this time. The ambush last night was like a thorn in his heart; he felt more at ease staying in his office waiting for news.

Who can guarantee that they didn't step into another trap in the past? Mitsui Miri's failure to see Uesodako show up for so long will surely lead her to guess that she has been taken into custody. Once she lets her guard down, all her cards will be revealed—waiting there like an idiot is like sticking your neck out to be chopped off.

Could she turn the tables and set up another trap, waiting for them to walk right into her trap?

This woman is cunning and ruthless; it's highly likely! We can't afford to be careless at all!

Li Wenguo had long ago instructed his men: keep a close watch on the situation, do not act rashly, and beware of traps.

Unexpectedly, those words actually came in handy. However, this wasn't an ambush; it was more of a dirty trick.

Once Mitsui Miri was captured, all the Japanese spies immediately abandoned their posts and fled. Before leaving, they planted explosives at various locations, connected to a rope mechanism—when the door was pushed open, the rope would taut and detonate with a bang.

Fortunately, Li Wenguo had given prior notice, and those who opened the door were all newly transferred peripheral agents. Those killed in the explosion were all insignificant bystanders.

As a result, they came up empty-handed.

For three whole days, the entire city was turned upside down, but they couldn't find a single hair on Mitsui Miri's head. Li Wenguo even suspected: Had this woman already run away?

Lian Jingcun and his gang were also well hidden, with no news of them whatsoever, as if they had been blown away by the wind and their traces vanished without a trace.

At this moment, Song Caidie came to the door.

"I'm going back to Nanjing tomorrow."

In the restaurant, she stirred her coffee with her head down, her voice so soft it sounded like a sigh.

Back to Jinling?

very good!

Li Wenguo felt relieved—this was the perfect opportunity to escape.

But she still had to feign a reluctant expression: "Is it because of your mother's illness?"

"Yes. After several days of testing, it was diagnosed as a heart condition. I have to rush back to take care of it."

She looked up at him, her gaze gentle, yet filled with a hint of reluctance.

She had a crush on Li Wenguo for a long time, but because he was already married, she never dared to confess.

I also secretly asked my uncle, Song Qingzhi.

Song Qingzhi simply said, "Don't worry about him having a family. If you want to marry him, his wife will naturally step down and make way for you."

Song Caidie understood the unspoken meaning, but still hesitated. Li Wenguo always said he deeply loved his wife, but the way he hugged, kissed, and caressed her clearly showed that he was also truly in love.

But if we really force him to divorce his wife and marry another... wouldn't that be forcibly breaking up someone else's marriage?

She couldn't bring herself to do it.

It seems that Li Wenguo was also stuck on this point, which is why he hesitated to express his opinion, and dragged it out until it was time for her to set off.

"Cai Die, the kindness of parents is as heavy as a mountain. As children, we must put filial piety first. Unlike you, I lost both my parents early. Otherwise, I would have been by their bedside long ago. So, I wholeheartedly support your decision to go back and take care of your mother."

Li Wenguo just wanted to get her into the car as soon as possible.

Perhaps after being apart for a while, the initial passion will fade; and when she remembers that he already has a wife, she will understand and let go.

"But... I can't bear to part with you."

She gazed at him, her eyes shimmering with longing.

Ugh!

If I had known she was so sincere, I shouldn't have used those flirtatious little tricks in the first place!

Li Wenguo was secretly annoyed.

"Cai Die, your mother only has one child in this life. Now, in middle age, she has fallen ill, and her days may not be long. But we are still young, and we have a long road ahead of us—what does a temporary separation matter? There are many days ahead, aren't there?"

He gently persuaded her, hoping she would nod in agreement quickly, without even considering whether there was any ambiguity in his words.

Song Caidie, however, understood another meaning: the words "our mother" seemed to tacitly approve of her entering the family; the following phrase "the days ahead are long" further confirmed that the two would eventually stay together.

A surge of warmth filled her heart, and her brows relaxed as joy welled up within her.

He smiled and replied, "Okay! I'll be right back after I've settled my mother in—you'll have to wait for me!"

Uh……

Could she have misunderstood?

Li Wenguo's heart skipped a beat, unable to fathom what dramatic scene she had already enacted in her mind.

Fine, as long as you're willing to leave, everything else is negotiable.

After dinner, she suggested going dancing.

Since it was the last night anyway, Li Wenguo readily agreed.

Dancing is incomplete without alcohol to liven things up.

But Li Wenguo immediately noticed that something was wrong with her—she had drunk far too much, far exceeding her usual amount; she kept muttering, "I'm having a good time tonight, I don't want to go back," and before she finished speaking, she slumped onto the sofa and completely lost consciousness.

What is this for?

What are they trying to do?

What exactly is this supposed to be?

Damn it, this is a trap!

Li Wenguo understood this blatant implication perfectly: refusing to leave and getting her drunk was just a way of waiting for him to "clean up the mess."

Unfortunately, if it were Xu Wanqing, he would have gone along with it long ago, half-heartedly accepting it; but Song Caidie? Forget it, he really had no interest in that!

He could only pretend to be stupid and help her into the car to take her home.

"Why are you drinking so much?"

Song Qingzhi frowned and gestured to the nanny to quickly help his niece upstairs.

"Sigh, Cai Die is leaving tomorrow. I guess she's feeling a bit down and is trying to calm herself down with a drink."

Li Wenguo casually replied.

"That's right, we all know who we're reluctant to part with; if we have a few more drinks, it's probably not just about sadness, is it?"

Song Qingzhi glanced at him sideways, his eyes revealing three parts teasing and seven parts understanding.

What the hell!

That old fox is a master of manipulation!

They probably figured it out a long time ago!

Li Wenguo rolled his eyes inwardly, but put on a blank expression: "Really? I thought... she was worried about her mother and was feeling down, so she drank to drown her sorrows."

"By the way, President Song, it's getting late, I'll be leaving now."

He immediately got up to leave, fearing that the old man would go on and expose something else, turning the scene into a major social disaster.

"Mr. Li, where are we going?"

Ding Xiaoqi peeked out and asked.

He and Agui had just recovered from their injuries and strolled back.

"Let's go to the garden villa first."

The car was almost in the embassy district; it wouldn't be right not to stop and take a look.

In a quiet private room of a nearby Japanese tea house.

"Miss Meili, are you really not considering leaving the capital for the time being?"

A middle-aged man in a sharp suit with a neatly trimmed mustache asked Mitsui Miri in a gentle tone.

"No need. No matter how tight the checks are outside, they won't be able to step into the embassy grounds. From now on, I'll stay here and oversee things."

She picked up her teacup and nodded slightly. "Of course, I also thank Mr. Fujiwara for making this space available."

It turns out that Mitsui Miri had already hidden in the embassy district.

"Hehe, it was nothing, just a small favor. Miss Meili, please don't hesitate to ask if you need anything."

Fujiwara smiled and raised his glass in a toast to her.

"Thank you so much!"

She also raised her glass and lightly clinked it with hers, her demeanor composed.

"I heard your father has been promoted to lieutenant general and will be arriving in Beijing soon?"

"Mr. Fujiwara's information network is indeed excellent. Indeed, preparations within the country are nearing completion, and the training of the local troops is basically in place. At present, the only weakness remains in the infiltration aspect—but I firmly believe that with our methods and perseverance, we will be able to achieve the Empire's established deployment standards within three to five years."

"When the war drums sound, our era will truly begin."

When her father was mentioned, Mitsui Miri's eyes shone brightly and her tone was resolute.

Born into the Mitsui family, his inherent pride has never wavered.

Even though she was defeated by Li Wenguo, and even though she repeatedly encountered setbacks in the capital, she still firmly believed that victory would eventually be in her own hands.

That blind self-confidence rooted in her blood and the fanaticism etched into her bones made her, like her colleagues, live in an unquestionable dream.

"Well said! The Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere is just around the corner!"

Fujiwara's emotions were ignited, flames flickered in his eyes, and he made no attempt to conceal the burning passion in his heart.

The two chatted for a long time, outlining a blueprint for the "Golden Age," before getting up and leaving one after the other.

Fujiwara was over fifty years old after all, and his bladder couldn't hold it in any longer, so he had to go to the bathroom first.

Mitsui Miri stepped out of the teahouse.

Not far from the street corner, a black sedan was driving towards the garden villa. The driver glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw her gracefully step out of the gate.

"Mr. Li, look! Isn't that Mr. Aoi Sora?"

Ding Xiaoqi subconsciously slowed down the car.

"Mr. Li, look! Isn't that Mr. Aoi Sora?"

Ah Gui also leaned closer to the window and blurted out.

She usually wears a simple kimono, but today she changed into a tight red cheongsam that showed off her waist and hip curves; her hair was permed into lazy curls and her lips were lightly tinted with peach pink. At first glance, she really looked like a different person.

She dressed like this, naturally to avoid attracting attention—once her identity was exposed, she had to cover it up.

But Ding Xiaoqi and Agui knew Li Wenguo's taste all too well: he preferred the voluptuous type. So as soon as Mitsui Miri appeared, their eyelids twitched, and the more they stared, the more familiar she seemed. Before long, they recognized her.

Upon hearing this, Li Wenguo, who had been feigning sleep with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, his gaze fixed intently on the all-too-familiar figure at the teahouse entrance—

"That's right, it's her!"

They had shared a bed countless times, and it was no exaggeration to say that she was his bedmate—Li Wenguo recognized her at a glance.

"Quick! Move over there! Shove her into the car!"

You wretched woman!

So that's where the cat was!

No wonder they searched the entire capital city from top to bottom and couldn't find a single hair!

Now, let's see where you can run to this time?

hey-hey!!!

Li Wenguo's lips curled into a sinister smirk.

The car stopped in front of Mitsui Miri in the blink of an eye.

She never expected to run into an acquaintance here, and assumed that the other person was also there for the teahouse.

The car door clicked open, and a face etched into the bone suddenly came into view—her face turned deathly pale.

"Didn't expect that, did you? Even God picked this place for you to be caught."

Li Wenguo grinned maliciously, reaching out with his five fingers like hooks, and lunged forward.

"save--"

Before the last sound could escape his throat, his mouth was tightly covered, and he was dragged into the carriage like a sack of burlap.

"drive!!!"

"Get rid of your tail!!!"

Li Wenguo growled, his eyes catching sight of a middle-aged man with a small mustache staring wide-eyed at the street corner.

The engine roared, the wheels kicked up a cloud of dust, and in the blink of an eye, it sped away.

"Hey! Stop right there!!!"

"parking!!!"

Fujiwara jumped up and shouted, but his voice was torn apart by the wind, leaving only the black car as a small, swaying dot in the distance.

in the carriage.

Without saying a word, Li Wenguo touched her all over.

Don't get me wrong—he's searching for a gun.

If they really wanted to get physical, would they have waited until now?

Besides, what inch of her skin hasn't he touched or seen?

Why bother pretending?

Even the handbag was shaken clean and was completely empty.

"Major Mitsui, you've made me chase you so hard!"

He let go, raised his hand and slapped her cheeks twice, looking smug.