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

"Hold!"

"What on earth is this bitch up to?"

"You want me to have the wedding ceremony in my home country? Don't even dream about it!"

Li Wenguo's lips curled into a sneer.

"You think you're worthy to challenge me? I'll show you what it means to be completely out of control."

"Just a woman I got pregnant, and she really thinks she's someone important? A contest? She should know her own limitations first!"

For him, nothing was worth avenging his defeat, establishing his authority, or fighting for his pride. Right now, all he wanted was to get through these three years peacefully, and once the war was over, he could bring his family back to Qingzhong's old house and live a happy and lively life together.

Of course, although he looked down on Mitsui Miri's behavior, he also knew that she was no pushover—she was shrewd and ruthless, and was indeed a tough nut to crack, not to be underestimated.

After much deliberation, Li Wenguo decided that the most decisive method was to strike at the root of the problem: kidnap her, get her pregnant again, and send her back to Xiaoben to be raised for five years. By then, the War of Resistance would be long over, and what trouble could she possibly cause?

Once he made up his mind, he immediately summoned his clone, Niu Dali, and ordered him to find a way to kidnap Mitsui Miri and bring her to meet the people.

After receiving the order, Niu Dali immediately dispatched men to keep watch day and night, looking for opportunities when she was alone and less vigilant.

Unfortunately, Mitsui Miri was very vigilant and always had military police guarding her whenever she went out, even checking the private rooms on the second floor of the teahouse, so they couldn't find a way to get her there.

The deadline for Niu Dali to deliver his work was fast approaching.

Only two days left.

"Nanako, your man really didn't suspect anything? Does he truly believe this second daughter is his?"

Li Wenguo glanced at Cai Cai Zi, who was frying eggs and sausages in front of the stove, and casually asked...

It is said that Mikuriya was really lucky. More than a year ago, General Nobuda was transferred from his post, so he no longer had to worry about failing to catch anti-Japanese elements and being dismissed from his post at any time. That's how he was able to sit steadily in his current position.

Nanako is pregnant again, and Mikuriya has not touched her at all. The new general has just taken office and he is working hard to perform under his superior's nose. He is eager to do everything perfectly and has no time to go home.

Nanako's baby was already a month along. If she delayed any longer, her husband wouldn't be able to come home and they wouldn't be able to stay in bed together. The truth would eventually come out.

Li Wenguo then gave her a suggestion: pretend to visit, bring hot food and dishes, and also bring a pot of sake laced with sleeping pills.

Yu Kongdejian was so touched by his wife's thoughtfulness that he finished all the food and wine and fell into a deep sleep in the blink of an eye.

Nanako deftly stripped him of all his clothes, and then stripped herself naked as well. The two of them lay naked on the dormitory bed until the morning light shone through the window.

When the husband woke up, he was completely unaware of what had happened, assuming that the alcohol had aroused him and that he had spent the entire night with his wife.

So her belly grew bigger day by day, which was perfectly natural and no one suspected anything.

"Of course he didn't give it away! My daughter's features are just like mine, he didn't suspect a thing."

Nanako's eyes sparkled, and her smile was both delicate and alluring.

"Hehe, since it works so well, let's do the same thing next time I get pregnant, shall we?"

Li Wenguo grinned, his lips curling into an undisguised calculating smile.

He had already planned it out in his mind: he had to get her pregnant again!

"Oh dear, Renqi-kun is so wicked!"

How could Nanako not understand her lover's thoughts?

Now that she listens to him completely, she naturally won't refuse him in the slightest.

"Here I come!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already gracefully straddled Li Wenguo's lap.

On the other end.

Niu Dali made up his mind to fight fire with fire and set a trap to lure Mitsui Miri into it.

To put it bluntly, it was a rumor that Li Wenguo's hiding place had been located, luring her to lead a team to capture him; in reality, there were already people lying in ambush in that courtyard, just waiting for her and the military police to show up, kill the military police on the spot, capture Mitsui Miri alive, and hand her over to Li Wenguo for punishment.

Inside the director's office.

"Reporting to Lieutenant Colonel Mitsui! After days of tracking, we have finally located the anti-Japanese element you requested to apprehend!"

A traitor named Du Wei, under the secret instruction of Niu Dali, rushed over to report, still clutching the newly developed and printed photos in his hand.

Mitsui Miri had already heard that Niu Dali had met Li Wenguo, so he absolutely could not personally deliver the message.

In fact, Du Wei was a spy planted by the underground party in the puppet regime, and Niu Dali knew his background well; it was precisely because he did not trust others that he sent him on this trip to prevent leaks.

Mitsui Miri took the dozen or so photos on the table and looked them over. In the photos, Li Wenguo was indeed going in and out of a secluded courtyard, and his movements were clear.

She looked up at Du Wei, a slight smile playing on her lips, but her voice was as cold as ice: "These photos, Director Niu sent them to you, didn't he?"

She's not someone easily fooled. If Li Wenguo were so easily exposed, he would have been caught long ago; why wait until today?

"Reporting to Lieutenant Colonel, that's absolutely not the case! All the photos were taken by my own men—look, the camera and film are right here!"

Fortunately, he was prepared.

Du Wei quickly took out his camera and a roll of film and handed them over, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He felt a chill run down his spine: Director Niu was right after all, this new Japanese woman is quite cunning!

"Hmph! Don't give me that—the camera and film were probably stuffed into your hands by Niu Dali. This is clearly a trap, just waiting for me to fall into it."

"Huh? What set? No, Lieutenant Colonel! You've really misunderstood! These were taken by myself while I was on surveillance. You saw the photos with your own eyes, how could they be fake? If I didn't see the people with my own eyes, where would the images come from?"

Seeing her doubtful expression, Du Wei wrung his hands anxiously, his face flushed red, looking even more aggrieved than Dou E, who had been wronged.

He seemed completely unaware of what was going on and appeared honest and law-abiding.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Mitsui Miri raised an eyebrow and smiled, her tone full of sarcasm: "Then I'll send a few of my men, along with a small squad of military police, to help you arrest them?"

"That's great! As long as the military police are deployed, they won't be able to escape!"

Du Wei immediately beamed with joy.

At this moment, how could he dare to let Mitsui Miri be present? Wouldn't that be blatantly trying to cover something up?

But if she doesn't go, the whole thing will be pointless—going will only result in disappointment.

Du Wei sighed silently in his heart.

"In that case, I'll send my men with you. If we come up empty-handed, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself."

Mitsui Miri's gaze was sharp as a knife, and her voice was clear and cold.

"I just took this picture this morning! It didn't even disturb a shadow, how could I not catch them?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Mitsui, don't worry, he won't run away. I'll get the job done for you right away!"

Du Wei straightened his back, thumped his chest, and looked completely determined.

There's no turning back now—if they don't keep up the act, the consequences of their identity being exposed will be far more severe than a beating.

"Pick two clever spies and have them keep a close eye on this Du Wei."

Watching him leave with his head held high, Mitsui Miri picked up the phone, her voice cold and deep.

Only by casting a long line to catch a big fish can you stir up the waters and squeeze out all the profits.

Sure enough, as soon as Du Wei stepped out of the Military Police Headquarters, several pairs of eyes hidden behind sunglasses on the street corner, not seeing Mitsui Miri appear, immediately signaled to the ambush site to close in.

This hunt turned out to be a failure.

Making a mistake is commonplace—she had used this trick herself before and suffered the consequences, so she could see through it at a glance.

Instead, Du Wei ended up on her list of suspects, and she lost the initiative for nothing.

"Ha, Li Wenguo, you really are hiding in the capital... Director Niu Dali has probably already given in."

Mitsui Miri tapped her fingertips on the table, a cold smile playing on her lips:

"Just you wait and see, you can't escape. Whether you go back to Japan or not is not up to you."

Her insistence on bringing Li Wenguo back to Japan stemmed from two solid reasons:

Firstly, the Mitsui family had deep ties with American financial groups. She had personally witnessed those high-ranking officials' secret talks and heard solid evidence—the imperial war machine was destined to overturn into the ditch.

Loyalty burned out, fervor faded, and all that remained was bewilderment.

The second thing is the child.

The little guy was handsome and quick-witted, often holding his father's photo and asking all sorts of questions. She wanted to give her child a complete home, and also wanted to turn the tables on him herself—to drag Li Wenguo back, both to reunite the family and to teach him a lesson for his stubbornness.

"Shu Ting, quickly send a telegram to the organization: I have a large batch of winter clothes and dozens of barrels of corn oil. I will donate them all."

As Li Wenguo spoke, he slammed the cloth bag onto the table.

These past few years have been the most grueling time for the organization—

The base area was repeatedly raided and cleared by Japanese and puppet troops from the outside, and was besieged and blocked by the die-hard faction of the Kuomintang from the inside, with food, ammunition, clothing and bedding being cut off.

As the army downsized and its territory shrank, its supplies dwindled year after year: some soldiers marched barefoot, some kitchens were so dry that there wasn't even a drop of oil left, and even their coarse cloth socks had to be patched again and again.

Seizing this critical moment, Li Wenguo swiftly allocated a batch of life-saving supplies, providing timely assistance. This act of kindness will undoubtedly be recorded in great detail on his record—a valuable asset for any future defection.

"Okay, I'll send it right away!"

He Shuting's eyes lit up, and a bright smile spread across her face.

She felt a surge of warmth in her heart at being able to help the organization overcome its difficulties.

Over the years, the organization has long since figured out her husband's abilities. Most of the procurement tasks, big or small, fall to her shoulders—buying cloth, carrying oil drums, venturing into the black market—she's practically a walking logistics station.

"The telegram should be signed with 'Master's' name... no, it should be the name of your man, He Shuting, understand?"

Li Wenguo added another instruction.

"Okay!"

She answered quickly, but her fingers were already tapping away at the telegraph key.

"Oh, you think I'm too long-winded? I'll teach you a lesson!"

He leaned forward and reached out to unbutton the top button of her cheongsam collar.

"Sir, stop fooling around! The telegram is being sent right now; if there's even one wrong word, we have to start all over again!"

She shrank back, and her voice softened.

The switch was clicking away; it really couldn't be stopped now.

"A veteran radio operator like him, how could he fail here?"

He didn't let up at all.

"Then...then be gentle..."

She couldn't persuade him in the end and had no choice but to let him have his way.

At the same time, in Mitsui Miri's office.

Today is the tenth day.

Niu Dali came to report as usual.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mitsui, I really couldn't find Li Wenguo... I'm returning the letter to you unopened."

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he placed the unopened envelope on the edge of the table with both hands. As he turned to pull his hands away, a flick of his sleeve sent a burning incense stick sliding off the table—silently and without a trace.

"Oh dear, Lieutenant Colonel Mitsui, it's not that I'm unwilling to hand it over—it's just that I simply can't find that Li Wenguo!"

Niu Dali's face was wrinkled like a crumpled old newspaper as he rubbed his hands together and dragged it down.

"For the past ten days or so, I've sent out all the patrolmen, and even contacted the puppet troops one by one. Hundreds of men have searched the entire city, and finally managed to uncover a few suspicious hideouts. But that Li Wenguo is as slippery as an eel, hiding deeper than a mouse. Every time we just get close, he disappears without a trace—it's not that we're not paying attention, it's just that..."

Mitsui Miri crossed her arms over her chest, making her figure appear even more upright. The corners of her lips were slightly upturned, and her eyes were full of interest in watching the show, as if the person standing in front of her was not a subordinate, but a monkey doing somersaults on stage.

But before she could finish speaking, her brow twitched.

Huh? Why do my eyelids feel heavy and my mind feel blank?