Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

In fact, the butler understood Yan Mu's feelings very well, and even secretly supported his decision.

The reason is simple: Lu Weiliang is only an F-level guide, and her perception and mental strength are the worst among all guides. Even she can easily detect their movements, which shows how unprofessional these guards are.

Similarly, since they were discovered by the guide, in the eyes of those who wanted to kill Lu Weiliang, they were no different from running naked.

With this level of skill, how can they protect people?

But then again, the steward's own relative was also among that group of people—his seventh maternal uncle's third son.

Thinking of his own relatives, he decided to try to persuade them.

He racked his brains, and suddenly a thought struck him: "Young Master, you yourself said that Director Lu might be hiding her strength. She is so kind and intelligent, it is only natural that she would discover it."

Yan Mu was taken aback. For some reason, he found the words to be quite apt.

"In my opinion, this may not be a bad thing; on the contrary, it is an opportunity."

Yan Mu countered with, "Hmm?"

"Why don't we play along and admit it directly, letting Director Lu know that not only did Xizelu send people to guard you, but we've also been lurking in the shadows all along. I believe that once Director Lu knows this, he will be even more attentive to treating your eyes."

Yan Mu was startled.

That makes a lot of sense!

Since he's already sent people, why is he being so secretive?

Even if it was to deceive people into accepting treatment, he should have told them the truth to gain Lu Weiliang's trust.

Of course, he didn't admit these things in his heart, and gave his unsolicited favors a reasonable excuse.

That is, he was worried that Lu Weiliang might be killed by someone else during the critical period of his eye treatment, which would delay his plans.

In short, all of this was simply his way of preparing for the unknown.

Yan Mu slumped back in his chair, seemingly having figured everything out.

The butler couldn't help but mutter to himself: This damn yandere, he's just being pretentious, pretending all the time. I'll divorce him in a couple of days, and then he'll stop pretending.

Yan Mu tapped his knuckles lightly on the screen, edited three lines of text, and then immediately deleted them, because it seemed too enthusiastic and made him look like he was trying to win someone's heart.

He edited another line of text, looked at it, but was still not satisfied, so he deleted it again.

In the end, he simply sent a single word.

[yes.]

When Lu Weiliang saw this fatal answer, she almost ground her teeth to powder.

[It's good that you admit it!]

Yan Mu misunderstood the meaning of the sentence and thought that Lu Weiliang was trying to ascertain his whereabouts.

His brows relaxed, and he suddenly felt refreshed.

I felt content, but my fingers wouldn't behave; the words I typed were still incredibly annoying.

[No need to thank me. I'm just afraid you'll die prematurely at someone else's hands, delaying my treatment.]

Check it out!

How could someone with a body temperature of 36°C type such chilling words?

In Lu Weiliang's eyes, this translates to: Don't die at someone else's hands before I do. Once my eyes are healed, I'll kill you, hehehe!

too frightening.

This dog Yanmu has never given up on "losing his wife".

Just as Yan Mu was pondering why the other party wasn't responding, the next message popped up immediately.

[Get those people out of here, and I will keep my promise and heal your eyes.]

[Also, I've already thought of a way to get a divorce.]

[A week ago, I submitted proof of my wife's disability, and I believe the Civil Affairs Bureau will respond within three days.]

Yan Mu froze for a moment, completely forgetting whether he was being enthusiastic or a sycophant, and started typing away furiously.

[What does ! ? ? mean? ?]

[Literal meaning.]

"What does it mean literally?" Yan Mu roared, his chest tightening, all the comfort gone.

Suddenly, he seemed to find fault with everything.

With a wave of his hand, the ring-shaped quantum computer flew out of his hand.

It fell to the ground with a "plop," rolled several meters away, and finally rolled under the sofa.

It took him a few minutes to calm down before he finally composed himself. With no other option, he eagerly lay down again and pulled out his personal computer.

Then he dusted himself off, expressionless, and continued typing.

The butler stood by, watching coldly, showing no intention of helping whatsoever.

Serves him right, he should have divorced this yandere who can't speak properly much sooner.

Yan Mu: [Shen Yu is flirting with you again?]

Lu Weiliang felt that Yan Mu's head was like a giant rocking horse, shaking off one sentence at a time, with no connection between the previous and next sentences.

Please don't drag the priests into this.

[Ha, calling someone a priest all the time, are you feeling guilty seeing them naked? Was it that scheming guy who egged you on to divorce him so I could make room for him?]

Lu Weiliang frowned.

[? ? ? ]

[If you're sick, take your medicine. Stop talking nonsense. Besides, isn't the Yan Group your lifeline? You don't want a divorce anymore?]

Such a blunt question was like a sledgehammer, precisely shattering Yan Mu's carefully woven lies.

He stared blankly at the computer screen, feeling as if everything around him had gone silent. He couldn't see any words; only the word "divorce" flashed nakedly before his eyes.

Ask yourself.

Want to?

Or do you not want to?

And then came another heavy blow.

[Just wait for the divorce notice; no need to reply.]

Lu Weiliang immediately turned off her personal computer after posting this message and went to sleep soundly.

Yan Mu felt even more choked up. He was caught in an awkward situation where he wanted to continue arguing but didn't dare to send a message.

He sent the butler back to sleep and piloted the aircraft alone, speeding towards the central city.

The psychologist was awakened by the loud banging on the door. He welcomed the troublemaker in and listened to his story for two hours. He then came to a startling conclusion.

"According to my analysis, all your actions are just bluffing. The real problem is: you like Lu Weiliang."

……

The next day.

Director Xiang had just finished washing up when Yan Zhigao, in a great hurry, sent him a video call.

"Director Shikata, I'd like to ask for your permission. The Commander can move over at 8:00 AM. Is that convenient for you?"

Lu Weiliang smiled slightly: "Convenient."

Her attitude was unusually good, and the reason was simple: the certificate stating that the wife was disabled was issued on the night she was being chased.

Ultimately, she should "thank" Caesar for turning misfortune into blessing.

After hanging up, Yan Zhigao immediately called Xizelu.

"Sir, Director Lu has informed you that you need to move in at eight o'clock. Don't be late."

After saying that, he was so anxious that he rode his beloved electric scooter and sped towards Xizelu's house, fearing that if he delayed, some scoundrel might intercept him and cause some other deadly complications.

At this moment, Lu Weiliang was nestled in Sha Ling's arms, munching on corn and enjoying herself, when suddenly a "beep beep beep" notification sound came from downstairs.

It was a chicken trap set last night.

Lu Weiliang instantly perked up, her voice becoming excitedly distorted: "Lingling, let's catch that fat chicken and have some fun!"

"Weiwei, it's quite pretty, do you really want to eat it?"

She quickly licked her lower lip. "Eat!"

Without saying a word, Sha Ling leaped into the air and grabbed the Thunderbird's wing root as soon as she landed.

Just as the chicken was stewing until it was very tender and the aroma was wafting out through the crack in the door, the doorbell rang.

Sha Ling leaned closer to the cat's eye and saw that glaring red, which made her stomp her feet in anger.

Previously, when his wife asked him about moving into the Nishizaru area, he actually agreed in order to show that he wasn't a jealous sentinel.

Looking back now, I'm filled with insane regret.

He opened the door reluctantly.

Upon seeing the red figure, Lu Weiliang smiled and handed over the steaming casserole: "Oh, it's better to be lucky than early. Freshly made goji berry chicken soup."