Chapter 39

Her chest trembled slightly as she murmured, "Impossible... You—how could you be the commander of the Western Frontier's Kunlun Army, the Violet Star War God?!"

???

Tang Mingxi was utterly shaken.

Wasn't this the classic brain-dead plot from The Strongest War God Son-in-Law, the novel he had been following on WeChat?

This trashy novel had actually been adapted into a movie?

Tang Mingxi had not followed the later chapters, so he had not expected the movie's ending to come with such a twist.

It turned out the male lead, Chen Heng, had mistaken someone else for the umpteenth time. It had all been his younger sister's scheme, while his wife Tang Xiaoqian was the one who truly loved him!

Unfortunately, Tang Xiaoqian had already lost all hope. After being forced to terminate her pregnancy, she leaped from a ten-thousand-foot cliff and was smashed to pieces.

Leaving the male lead Chen Heng's heart-wrenching roar atop the cliff: "No—"

It was so stupid that Tang Mingxi nearly burst out laughing.

The closing credits even said: Stay tuned for Part Two.

This garbage plot was getting a second movie?

Tang Mingxi felt the film industry's decline deeply and could not help complaining, "The male lead is an idiot, isn't he?"

He turned to look at Ye Heng and found that although Ye Heng showed little expression, he seemed rather engrossed.

Oh no. Come to think of it, Ye Heng was also a live-in son-in-law. Could he have put himself in the male lead's shoes and empathized with him?

Tang Mingxi hurriedly took back what he had said and gave a dry cough. "I'm thirsty."

Ye Heng gave him a bland glance, then naturally handed him the lemon soda, thoughtfully with a straw already inserted.

Tang Mingxi lowered his head slightly and took a sip through the straw.

And gave Ye Heng's service a five-star review.

Yet Ye Heng's expression froze slightly, as though he had not expected Tang Mingxi to drink directly from his hand.

From where he stood, the snowy-white skin exposed at Tang Mingxi's chest was almost glaring in the darkness, with a pale pink spot hidden beneath the deep shadow.

As Tang Mingxi straightened up, that hint of pink vanished back into the shadows of his clothes.

It was already eleven at night by the time the movie ended. When Tang Mingxi returned to the living room, he felt a little hungry. But remembering that he and Ye Heng were still in the midst of their delicate cold war, he went to rummage through the refrigerator for ingredients himself.

It was only cooking. Who didn't know how to cook? :)

After boiling water, Tang Mingxi tossed in a handful of noodles, then chopped scallions, cracked an egg, and followed the steps one by one.

Twenty minutes later, he threw the ingredients, pot and lid included, straight into the trash can and decisively opened Meituan delivery.

Mm, sometimes it was better not to force himself.

After all, he had plenty of money. Why not order takeout? :)

At this hour, the delivery options were all crayfish and barbecue—greasy and spicy, and Tang Mingxi had no appetite just looking at them.

Under the dim lights, Ye Heng saw the incomparably beautiful decorative vase in his home leaning against the stone island counter, frowning and sighing. He picked up his phone, then put it down again, while his other hand gently rubbed circles over his lower abdomen.

Ye Heng walked over to the island counter, intending to cook Tang Mingxi's leftover noodles simply.

But when he turned around, the stovetop was empty. The shell-shaped pot and a lump of dough lay tragically entwined inside the smart trash can, declaring the miserable fate they had suffered.

"I'm hungry." Tang Mingxi was entirely confident despite having no grounds for it. "This pot is broken. I couldn't even cook noodles properly in it."

Ye Heng: ...

"I want to go out for a late-night snack."

Tang Mingxi looked at him silently.

Ten minutes later, the Bentley slowly drove out of Mingxi Residence and stopped in front of a bustling night market.

The moment Tang Mingxi caught the scents of all kinds of food in the air, his eyes lit up. He eagerly opened the car door and began hunting for something to eat.

The night market by the Cang River was famous throughout Ningcheng. A new media incubation base was nearby as well, and many internet celebrities and stars came to the market for food at night.

Besides Tang Mingxi's Bentley, there were also luxury cars parked along the street: Lamborghinis, 911s, and more.

In the lavish nights along the Cang River, the lives of rich second-generation heirs were only just beginning.

Tang Mingxi ordered a bowl of hand-cut pickled-cabbage beef shank noodles with an egg, along with a few skewers of barbecue.

Barbecue had seemed terribly greasy at home, but once he was out,

he suddenly wanted to eat everything TT.

Before long, the waiter brought over the pickled-cabbage beef shank noodles and set them down gently in front of Tang Mingxi. He brought him chopsticks, wiped down a spoon, and even beat Ye Heng to placing napkins by Tang Mingxi's hand for him to put his phone on.

Ye Heng's hand froze stiffly in midair.

"Sir, we provide Wi-Fi as well. Would you need it?"

The waiter was a neat-looking young man. He bent down as he spoke to Tang Mingxi, and his considerate service made Tang Mingxi feel a little embarrassed.

Then Ye Heng's icy voice rang out. "Is this the only table in your restaurant?"

The waiter's face reddened for a moment after being scolded. He forced a smile and walked away.

Tang Mingxi bit his chopsticks. "Why were you so harsh with him? I thought his service was quite good."

"Is that so?" Ye Heng lifted his eyelids. "I thought if he didn't leave soon, he was planning to feed you himself."

Tang Mingxi: ?

Why was he being so mean, you dog of a man.

Seeing someone else be a little nice to me makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it? :)

Tang Mingxi silently poked at the noodles in his bowl and picked up one or two strands to bite through.

In his mind, he had bitten through the male lead's carotid artery.

After a while, the waiter came over again. His cheeks were faintly red as he placed a cup of iced lemon black tea on Tang Mingxi's table. "I saw that you ordered barbecue, and it can be a little greasy, so I asked the kitchen to prepare some lemon water for you."

Tang Mingxi looked at him in surprise and smiled. "Thanks. How much is this drink? I'll transfer the money to you."

"No need." The waiter hugged his tray and left shyly.

Tang Mingxi's bad mood from the night vanished at once. Happily, he took a sip of the drink the waiter had given him.

Ye Heng's face darkened, and he did not touch a single bite of the barbecue spread across the table.

Tang Mingxi drank some noodle soup, his gaze circling over the barbecue.

He glanced at the barbecue, then reservedly glanced at Ye Heng.

The implication could not have been clearer.

No way, no way. Could someone really take their plastic wife out and not remove the barbecue skewers for him?

Who would have thought Ye Heng would say coldly, "Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Tang Mingxi: ...

Very well :)

When the young waiter came over again, Tang Mingxi flashed a brilliant smile. The young man's breathing stopped for an instant, dazzled by that stunningly beautiful face.

Tang Mingxi pressed his palms together. "Hey, I just put on hand cream, so it's inconvenient for me to eat barbecue. Could you take the skewers off for me?"

He glanced at Ye Heng, the corners of his eyes lifting with an indescribable sly liveliness, as if he were provoking him.

He wore the haughty air of someone saying, "There are plenty of people lining up to serve this young master. You haven't even made it into the queue."

At a beauty's request, the waiter felt as though he were floating on clouds, his whole body light.

"Sure. No problem at all."

The moment he agreed, he suddenly felt two murderous gazes shoot through the air, making the hairs on his back stand on end.

Though the young man truly wanted to serve the beauty, he did not want to become a dead man either.

Tang Mingxi clearly sensed his dilemma, so he did not force the waiter.

Dog of a male lead. He couldn't even take a joke. Who was he glaring at? :)

Still, it was rather scary.

Would he glare at him like that when he threw him into the sea too? TT.

Tang Mingxi remembered the ending of his role as the cannon-fodder scumbag first wife, and his mood immediately plummeted. He visibly became dejected.

Even his spoiled arrogance weakened considerably. He stopped making trouble and obediently reached for the barbecue, ready to remove the skewers himself.

Before his hand could touch the barbecue skewer, Ye—