Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

"Why did you do this to me? Why did you disappoint me?" Her voice was trembling and full of pain. Tears kept rolling down like beads that had broken off the string, wetting her cheeks and dripping onto Fisk's clothes. Her eyes were full of resentment, as helpless as a child who had been betrayed.

Fisk silently endured her beating, his heart full of guilt. He felt like a knife was cutting his heart when he saw Mrs. Stacy so sad. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start. He could only hug her tightly, hoping to give her some comfort.

"I was wrong. I really know I was wrong." Fisk said softly, his voice full of regret. "Please believe me, I will definitely make up for my mistake."

He gently stroked Mrs. Stacy's hair, trying to calm her down. Mrs. Stacy's crying gradually subsided, and she leaned in Fisk's arms, her body trembling slightly.

She didn't know if she could still trust him, but at this moment, she was craving for his warmth and embrace.

Fisk lowered his head, and the two kissed each other. This kiss was passionate and affectionate, as if they wanted to express all the emotions in each other's hearts. Their lips were tightly pressed together, feeling each other's warmth and breath. At this moment, the world seemed to be still, and only the sound of their heartbeats echoed in their ears.

The clothes on his body were taken off one by one, as if all the defenses and restraints were removed.

"mom!"

But at this moment, Mrs. Stacy was suddenly stunned. She looked at Gwen standing next to her with some disbelief, and she immediately screamed and climbed down from Fisk's body, as if she had discovered something terrible.

Mrs. Stacy's face turned pale in an instant, her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of panic and helplessness.

Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but no word came out.

Gwen popped her head out the window.

Like a big spider.

Stuck outside the window.

"Gwen!"

"Don't be so surprised, Mom."

Gwen then crawled over using her hands and feet and climbed onto Fisk's body (omitted)

"You can't do this!" How could Mrs. Stacy not understand? She immediately screamed and rushed over to stop her daughter, "He is yours..." But it was too late.

Mrs. Stacy suddenly felt dizzy.

She slapped Fisk on the face crazily, and then yelled loudly: "Damn bastard, what did you do?"

Her voice trembled with anger, and her eyes burned with rage. The crisp sound of the slap was particularly loud in the silent room, like a thunderclap. Mrs. Stacy's chest rose and fell violently, her emotions were completely out of control, and tears rolled in her eyes. She couldn't accept the scene in front of her, and felt that her world was collapsing in an instant.

Fisk was stunned by the slap. His cheek was burning with pain, but he had no way to defend himself. He looked at Mrs. Stacy, his eyes full of guilt and regret. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know where to start. He knew he had made an unforgivable mistake, and now he had to face Mrs. Stacy's anger and accusations.

"Mom! I volunteer."

Mrs. Stacy wanted to fight again, but Gwen suddenly grabbed Mrs. Stacy's hand. Gwen's eyes were firm and persistent, and there was still a shy blush on her cheeks.

"Mom, I love him. I know about you and Fisk, but I can't control my feelings. There's something about him that attracts me so deeply that I can't help myself."

Gwen bowed her head slightly, her voice soft but powerful. "I know this is complicated, and I know it may make you sad, but my heart has made its choice. Mom, I don't want to hide my feelings, nor do I want to give up out of fear. Mr. Fisk...he is very special to me."

Mrs. Stacy's eyes widened, her face full of shock and disbelief. She looked at Gwen, then at Fisk, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

But at this moment, Gwen suddenly pushed Mrs. Stacy down with force.

Gwen's delicate hands began to gently touch Mrs. Stacy's

Chapter 197 Japan? Dragon?

"There's an earthquake?" Melanie looked outside while eating ramen. She had been in Japan for some time and was sitting at a ramen stall on the street.

The people around did not react much, as if they were used to such vibrations. In Japan, a country with many earthquakes, minor earthquakes are commonplace, and people have long been trained to remain calm in the face of emergencies. They just raised their eyes slightly, confirmed the intensity of the vibration, and then continued to devote themselves to their original rhythm of life.

Those who were talking only paused for a moment and then continued chatting as if nothing had happened. The diners also only stopped using their chopsticks for a moment at the moment of vibration, and when the vibration subsided, they continued to enjoy their food as if nothing had happened.

The pedestrians on the street were still walking in a hurry, and they seemed to be unconcerned about the earthquake. They were either rushing to work or busy going to appointments. This small earthquake did not disrupt their pace of life.

Because this is not a difficult thing in Japan. People have long been accustomed to coexisting with earthquakes and have learned to continue living in the intervals between earthquakes and continue to pursue their dreams and goals.

"Well, how about some sushi?"

The skinny bald man held a sharp knife for cutting meat in one hand and was constantly kneading rice balls with the other hand. A faint smell of acetic acid floated in the air.

His eyes were focused and serious, as if he was creating an art. The sharp knife danced flexibly in his hand, cutting the fresh ingredients into just the right size. His other hand skillfully molded the rice balls into various shapes, and every movement was full of rhythm.

"Okay!" Melanie nodded and took a sip of the ramen soup in her hand. The warm soup flowed down her throat, bringing a sense of satisfaction. Hearing Melanie's words, the bald man immediately took action. He skillfully picked up the sea bream in front of him, and the sharp knife in his hand cut the sea bream into evenly thin slices like lightning. The fish meat was crystal clear and exuded a fresh luster.

The bald man was processing the sea bream while making sushi. His fingers moved flexibly, kneading the rice into the right shape, then putting a piece of sea bream on it, and then garnishing it with some green mustard and red ginger slices. Each exquisite sushi was born in his hands, like a small work of art.

His movements were swift and accurate, without any hesitation or waste. Every sushi was filled with his hard work and skills, which made people's appetite increase.

The bald man placed the sushi on a plate and brought it to Melanie. His movements were gentle and steady, as if he was presenting a precious work of art.

"Please enjoy."

The bald man's voice was low and gentle, carrying a reassuring power.

"Your craftsmanship has improved!" Melanie praised with a smile. Her eyes were full of surprise and admiration, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a charming smile.

"Haha, when you have nothing to do, you have to pursue something." The bald man laughed heartily, but his hands did not stop moving. His laughter was as warm as the sun, full of love for life and persistence in food. He took out another sea urchin, the plump sea urchin exuded an attractive luster, like a dazzling gem.

He carefully handles the sea urchin and places it on the rice, with every move full of concentration and delicacy. He is like an artist, carefully carving his work and striving to make every piece of sushi perfect.

The diners around saw the delicious sushi and asked for some for themselves.

Their eyes were full of desire and anticipation, as if they were attracted by the tempting food.

However, soon, burly men in black suits drove them away from the stall.

The diners looked dissatisfied, but faced with the strong man's momentum, they dared not say much and could only leave in dismay. Their steps were a little heavy, and their hearts were filled with regret and helplessness, as if they had missed a delicious feast.

The bald man frowned slightly, but didn't say much. His expression remained calm, as if he had long been accustomed to such scenes. He continued to concentrate on making sushi, as if the disturbances in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

His hands danced flexibly, like a magician, skillfully combining various ingredients to create delicious sushi.

Melanie looked at this scene and was a little confused: "What's wrong with these people?"

The bald man sighed, "Some troublesome guys, don't pay attention to them.

You've finally come to Japan, so just enjoy some sushi."

There was a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his voice, as if he was troubled by these troubles. He didn't want these things to affect Melanie's mood for dining, and hoped that she could focus on enjoying the food.

Melanie nodded and turned her eyes to the food in front of her again. Although she was still a little confused, she believed what the bald man said.

She picked up a piece of sushi and put it in her mouth. The delicious taste instantly spread in her mouth, immersing her taste buds in the taste of happiness. She closed her eyes and savored the delicious sushi carefully, as if she had forgotten everything around her.

"By the way, have you found your enemy?" the bald man suddenly said as if he remembered something.

"No, but I found a good boss and some new family, so I don't want to seek revenge for the time being." Melanie said, and Fisk suddenly appeared in her mind. "How long are you going to run this stall? My boss is coming to Japan in a few days, and I plan to bring him over to try it."

The bald man looked at the black-clad men around him, shrugged his shoulders and said in a strange tone: "Who knows? With these guys here, business is not going well.

However, if your boss were to come, I would definitely prepare well.

I hope he won't be affected by these uninvited guests.

By the way, what kind of person is your boss?

It must be something special to make you pay so much attention to it." The bald man continued to move his hands as if he was preparing for the upcoming guests. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and he was full of expectations for the boss that Melanie mentioned.

At this time, the men in black also finished clearing the area. The originally bustling area around the stalls suddenly became quiet, with only the slight sound of the wind and the steady breathing of the men in black. The breeze blew gently, blowing up a few fallen leaves on the ground, swirling in the air, adding a sense of tranquility.

The leading black-clad man walked over with steady steps, his figure looking particularly tall in the sun. Every step seemed to be precisely measured, with an unquestionable majesty. He walked in front of the bald man, bowed slightly, and bowed to him. The action was standard and respectful, as if he was paying tribute to a distinguished person. His body was bent at a perfect angle, his hands naturally hung on both sides of his body, and his head was slightly lowered, showing full courtesy.

Then, he began to speak to the bald man in Japanese. His voice was deep and powerful, and every syllable was clearly heard by everyone, like a heavy hammer hitting a stone slab, making a dull and rhythmic sound.

"Master Benyuan, I have long heard of your great name. On behalf of the head of the Uesugi family, Uesugi Erie, I sincerely invite you to prepare dinner for our family. The head of the Uesugi family has long heard of your cooking skills and knows that your superb skills will definitely add great brilliance to our dinner."

His words were full of sincerity, as if he was praying for something of vital importance. Every word was filled with respect for the Uesugi family dinner and for the bald man.

However, amidst this sincerity, there was also a hint of threat. Although his eyes seemed respectful, they concealed a subtle toughness. His eyes were like deep lake water, calm on the surface, but with undercurrents surging underneath.

Seeing that the bald man did not respond, he continued, "Master Benyuan, I hope you can carefully consider the invitation of the head of the Uesugi family. You should be aware of the status and influence of the head of the Uesugi family in Japan. Rejecting our invitation may bring some consequences that you don't want to see."

His words occasionally revealed the majesty and power of the Uesugi family, as if reminding the bald man that refusing this invitation might bring serious consequences. Those words were like a heavy yoke hanging over the bald man's head, making him feel an invisible pressure. Although his tone was still respectful, the threat in it could not be ignored. Every word seemed to hide a sharp blade that could stab the bald man at any time.

The bald man suddenly swung the sharp knife in his hand, seemingly unintentionally, in the air. At that moment, the knife flashed, like lightning passing through the air. The next second, a piercing scream broke out in the air, as if the space was expanded.

The voice was sharp and shrill, causing a stinging pain in the eardrums. The man in black who spoke suddenly covered his neck and stepped back in disbelief.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if he had seen the end of the world. Blood oozed from between his fingers, staining his palms and collar red.

The bald man threw the sharp knife in his hand into the sink behind him, making a crisp sound. Then he pulled out a new pair of scissors and continued to conquer the giant squid in front of him.

The disciples behind him rushed to wash the sharp knife.

His own movements were skillful and calm, as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, he said steadily in Japanese: "If you still want to live, you'd better go to the hospital within fifteen minutes."

His voice was calm and indifferent, without a trace of emotion. It was as if he was just stating a fact, not threatening anyone. His eyes were focused on the sushi in his hand, as if the whole world was only him and his food.

The men in black surrounded them in fear and anger. Their faces were so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of them, and their eyes were burning with anger. "Ko no Yaro!" (This bastard!) A man in black cursed with gritted teeth, his voice trembling with anger.

"Bold guy!" Another man in black waved his pistol, his eyes wide open. They insulted the bald man with all kinds of vicious Japanese words, their words were fierce, full of anger and threats. "Kuangtayatsu!" (Mad man!)

"殺してやる!" (Kill you!) They cursed and pointed their pistols and daggers at the bald man, as if they were ready to pounce on him and tear him into pieces at any time.

However, the man in black whose neck was cut waved his hand violently.

His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, but his eyes still revealed a hint of determination. He endured the pain and bowed slightly. Although the action was a little difficult, it was full of restraint and forbearance.

He spoke a few words in Japanese in a hoarse voice, probably ordering his men not to act rashly.

It seemed like he said something to the bald man at the end?

Then he left the stall with his men in black.

Melanie watched as she slowly pulled the noodles. The long noodles slowly rose under the entanglement of chopsticks, exuding an enticing aroma.

At the same time, the earthquake occurred again. The vibration was very weak at first, like a breeze blowing across the lake, almost imperceptible. But as time went on, the vibration gradually became more obvious.

This time the amplitude was still very small, so small that one almost doubted whether it was an illusion. However, irregular ripples appeared in the soup in the ramen bowl.

The ripples spread out in circles, gently hitting the wall of the bowl, making a subtle sound. The chopped green onions and seaweed in the soup also swayed slightly with the ripples, as if telling of the sudden vibration.

Melanie said in a strange tone, "You actually killed someone?" Her eyes were full of surprise and confusion, and the chopsticks in her hand stopped involuntarily. The aroma of the bowl of ramen seemed to become a little heavy at this moment.

The bald man replied: "If he can get to the hospital within fifteen minutes, he can survive."

His tone was calm, as if he had just done something insignificant. His eyes were still focused on making sushi in his hands, without any panic or anxiety.

"But, there's obviously no way he can make it to the hospital alive within fifteen minutes." There was a hint of curiosity in Melanie's voice. She looked at the bald man, trying to find some emotional fluctuations on his face.

"You seem to have broken your oath?