Chapter 423: Chapter 422: My Majesty the Queen, Are You in Love?_1

Just as he finished speaking, Ye Junqing lazily stood up from his chair, stretched his wrist and walked towards Fu Zhuo.

As he approached, he lifted his head and threw a punch at Fu Zhuo: “You do know the saying, ‘Better to demolish a temple than ruin a marriage’, don’t you?

“Ouch!”

Fu Zhuo, knocked dizzy by the punch, was as silent as a cicada in winter: “Boss Ye, Boss Ye, what’s wrong? I didn’t ruin your marriage.”

“You didn’t ruin it? If you didn’t, then why didn’t you tell me that you had changed my appearance ten years ago?”

Ye Junqing, feeling unresolved, swung another punch: “Such an important matter, and you didn’t mention a word to me for ten years. If it wasn’t for Ji Qishu telling me, how long were you planning to keep me in the dark?”

“Ouch!”

Fu Zhuo was punched dizzy again: “Boss… Boss Ye, calm down, I was planning to tell you about it.”

“Planning to tell me? When were you planning to tell me? Why didn’t you speak up yesterday when Ye Xingguang posted Qin Junye’s ID in the group?” If he had been told yesterday, he wouldn’t have made a fool of himself tonight.

“Ouch!”

Fu Zhuo’s eyes were seeing stars: “Boss… Boss Ye, I didn’t remember, if I had remembered, I would have definitely told you.”

“You didn’t remember that you had changed my appearance? I think a year cleaning toilets is not enough for you, from now on, you will be my special assistant in the daytime, and after work, you’ll be responsible for cleaning all the toilets in the group. If one year isn’t enough, then two!”

He looked at Fu Zhuo, who evidently had too much free time to be able to plot against him!

Fu Zhuo initially wanted to dodge the punch, but stiffened to resist when he heard the words: “Boss Ye, you’re joking, right?”

“Do you think I’m in the mood to joke with you right now?”

Ji Qishu, who was standing on the side, felt torn. Should he intervene or not? Seeing Fu Zhuo completely defenseless, he quickly rushed up to hold Ye Junqing back, “Brother Ye, Brother Ye, Fu Zhuo may not be worth crying over if he dies, but Fu Zhuo still has one last mission to complete. Don’t you want him to go to Ye Xingguang and explain everything? Until he completes this mission, he doesn’t deserve your wrath!”

Fu Zhuo: “…”

Buddy, is this how you’re supposed to mediate?

Ye Junqing indeed withdrew his fist, his predator-like eyes glared at Fu Zhuo: “Follow me!”

…

In the little villa of the hospital, Ye Xingguang had finished eating her rice noodles and was rolling about in bed, unable to fall asleep.

With force, she rubbed her eyes, wishing she could cry out a regret pill, and then return to ten years ago. Even if the young man was unwilling to change his mind, she could at least ask him, what’s your name?

Otherwise, she would always have a sliver of doubt in her heart, doubting whether this so-called Qin Junye was, in fact, the masked villain.

Oh, what to do! She can’t sleep! This matter is all she can think about, and she can’t calm down.

At this moment, her phone in her pocket suddenly rang. She glanced at it, saw an unfamiliar number. Who could it be?

After hesitating for a while, she answered: “Hello, who’s this?”

“Guess who?” came the sultry voice of a woman over the phone, a voice that could intoxicate men.

Ye Xingguang was startled; she sat up abruptly in her bed: “Yen’an?”

“You can still recognize my voice, I haven’t made you my friend for nothing.” Yen’an’s gratified voice transmitted over the phone.

Ye Xingguang was stoked: “Yen’an? Is it really you? How come you thought of calling me? Wait, how do you even know my number? Last time I went to Bougainvillea Island to find you, but unfortunately, I didn’t find you. Did Mrs. Fang tell you my number?”

“None of these are the main point,” Yen’an straightaway got to the point without even bothering to reminisce, “My queen, what have you been up to? Are you in love?”