Storm Imminent

The night passed.

By noon the next day, less than two hours remained until the time Mei Fu had mentioned.

Shen Yi sat on the living room sofa. The few women closest to him wore strange expressions, their hands anxiously kneading his firm thighs.

Nearby, over a dozen familiar faces watched Shen Yi lounging calmly on the sofa, all deeply worried. Yet since Shen Yi had not spoken, no one dared ask anything further.

A blonde woman held two bottles of chilled whiskey as she knelt beside Shen Yi, silently pouring him a drink with a blank expression. An exquisite ice bucket inlaid with gold thread and gemstones slowly emitted cold air, like an ice cellar hiding solid ice. Karen picked out an ice cube shimmering with frost and dropped it in with a plunk. The muffled atmosphere was shattered by the sound, and several more women slowly entered.

"Husband, why aren't you worried at all?"

Fei Mi sat speechlessly on the sofa opposite Shen Yi. Looking at his composed expression, she could not help feeling puzzled.

At a time like this, Long Aoshuang had even stopped meeting the other women after they kept pressing her with questions. Everyone had been speculating wildly, and now they stood uneasily around the room, waiting for a reassuring answer from Shen Yi.

At a time like this, how could Shen Yi still look so relaxed? Why did he not seem concerned in the slightest?

The Black Fog had not been fully dealt with, there was still no explanation for the things from the Shadow World, and now a strange insect had appeared. To be honest, Fei Mi was curious just how big Shen Yi's heart had to be for him to endure so many curious, questioning gazes while remaining so relaxed.

Wasn't he