Chapter Fifty-Seven: Finally Gone!

After talking for quite some time, Yang Ye finally hung up the phone.

At that moment, Long Xiaoqing emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel, her hair still damp. Seeing her, Yang Ye hurried over and picked up a dry towel to help her dry her hair.

“Didn't I tell you, every time you wash your hair, you need to dry it thoroughly?” Yang Ye reproached.

“I forgot…” Long Xiaoqing replied in a soft voice.

In life, Long Xiaoqing could manage everything else well, but washing her hair was always a troublesome issue for her.

After he finished drying her hair, Long Xiaoqing suddenly leapt upon Yang Ye, knocking him onto the soft sofa.

“Xiaoqing, stop… mm~” Yang Ye’s mouth was sealed by Long Xiaoqing’s lips.

For Yang Ye, the most uncomfortable thing now was kissing Long Xiaoqing. It wasn’t a matter of breathlessness, but rather, he realized that Long Xiaoqing had no real desire for him—she simply liked kissing him. To her, this was the most intimate act she could share with Yang Ye at present. As for other parts of her body, Yang Ye had tried, but nothing seemed to excite her.

Perhaps this was the greatest flaw of a wooden body. Or maybe Long Xiaoqing’s body hadn’t fully matured yet.

To be holding such a beautiful and perfect woman in his arms, kissing her, and not feeling aroused—he couldn’t help it. If a man didn’t feel desire, he wouldn’t be a man.

But…

After quite some time, their lips parted.

Seeing Yang Ye’s flushed face and his discomfort, Long Xiaoqing opened her eyes wide and asked, “Husband, what’s wrong?”

Yang Ye forced a bitter smile, “Xiaoqing, you should ask that woman named Wang Ping for advice tomorrow!”

He felt he couldn’t go on living like this. In the past, he’d been busy with cultivation every day, too exhausted to care. But now, after so much time, he felt he might suffocate from frustration.

“Hehe!” As soon as Yang Ye finished speaking, Long Xiaoqing chuckled, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“What’s up?” Yang Ye asked curiously.

“Husband, just wait!” With that, Long Xiaoqing headed to the bedroom.

A short while later, Long Xiaoqing appeared before Yang Ye, dressed in white lingerie with garter stockings and high heels.

Yang Ye only glanced at her and felt his whole body ignite.

“Husband, watch closely—Xiaoqing will dance for you.”

With those words, Long Xiaoqing picked up Yang Ye’s phone, unlocked it deftly, and played a rhythmic piece of music.

Then, she began to sway her perfect body to the music. Her movements weren’t large, but she displayed femininity and sensuality in full—an allure that was deadly to any man.

After a few minutes, Long Xiaoqing finished her dance and threw herself into Yang Ye’s arms, softly asking, “Husband, did you like it?”

“Yes, yes, it was beautiful!” Yang Ye replied, his face flushed.

At that moment, Yang Ye’s heart was racing several times faster than usual.

Long Xiaoqing leaned in, her breath fragrant, and whispered into Yang Ye’s ear.

“Where did you learn this?” Yang Ye asked, surprised.

“On the internet, of course,” Long Xiaoqing replied.

Then, she pushed Yang Ye onto the sofa and began kissing his chest, slowly moving downward…

After a while, Yang Ye let out a long breath.

“What a strange taste…”

With a gulp, Long Xiaoqing swallowed what was in her mouth and then got up to rinse.

Once he calmed down, Yang Ye frowned.

Moments later, Long Xiaoqing came out and, seeing Yang Ye’s unhappy expression, asked, “Husband, what’s the matter?”

Yang Ye hugged her and said, “Xiaoqing, I feel a bit… guilty toward you.”

Long Xiaoqing paused, then smiled and said, “We’re husband and wife. These things are normal between us—I don’t mind at all! Unless… you never considered me your wife?”

Her mood changed faster than flipping a page. Just moments ago she was smiling, now her eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful.

Yang Ye felt a great hat was about to be placed on his head—he rushed to comfort her, “No, no! Xiaoqing is my wife, always will be! Wanting both virtue and pleasure—it’s my fault! From now on, we can do these things often!”

“Great!” Long Xiaoqing finally smiled in satisfaction and planted a kiss on Yang Ye’s face.

Yang Ye also came to terms with it then.

Yes!

Long Xiaoqing was his wife—doing these things as a couple was perfectly normal.

Suddenly, the screech of brakes sounded from downstairs.

Immediately after, Zhu Xiong’s voice called out, “Inspector Ye, are you there?”

Why had Zhu Xiong from Xia Jing Prison come?

Yang Ye frowned and, using Ye Tianzu’s voice, replied, “I’m here, come up!”

As Zhu Xiong entered the house, Long Xiaoqing retreated to the bedroom and closed the door.

Yang Ye, meanwhile, ‘put on’ his wooden body and walked downstairs.

The villa Yang Ye lived in wasn’t the one arranged by the Star Martial Bureau in the eastern suburbs, but the one Mao Li had prepared for him, located in the southern part of Xia Jing City.

When he reached the living room, Yang Ye saw Zhu Xiong sitting boldly on the sofa, holding a bottle of drink and gulping it down.

Yang Ye thought, this guy certainly wasn’t shy!

After finishing the drink and placing the empty bottle on the coffee table, Zhu Xiong grinned, “Inspector Ye, I’ve got plenty of people at my place—take them all!”

“Oh?” Yang Ye looked at Zhu Xiong, puzzled.

Zhu Xiong explained, “Don’t be fooled by the fact that Xia Jing Prison holds so many people—most are those who’ve offended powerful families. Last time you came for people, some weren’t willing to leave—they feared retaliation once outside. Many are innocent, too.”

Zhu Xiong stopped there, but Yang Ye suddenly understood.

Zhu Xiong normally didn’t let outsiders interfere in the prison’s affairs; in truth, he was protecting those people.

“Alright! Tonight, I’ll bring them out,” Yang Ye agreed without hesitation.

Zhu Xiong laughed, “I knew Inspector Ye would be decisive! Damn, with this bunch gone, the prison’s expenses will drop, and I won’t have to tighten my belt every day.”

Yang Ye replied, “If Warden Zhu is willing, you can come help me—guaranteed you’ll eat well and live comfortably.”

Zhu Xiong waved it off, “Forget it! I don’t want to be bossed around.”

With that, Zhu Xiong stood up and said, “I’ll head back now—you just send someone to take over. Two hundred and five people in total: five Stellar, two hundred Planetary. As for the rest—they’re rubbish, I won’t foist them on you.”

Yang Ye saw Zhu Xiong out the door, watching him drive away.

Back upstairs, Yang Ye immediately called Mao Li.

Receiving Yang Ye’s order, Mao Li promptly led a team to Xia Jing Prison, bringing two hundred and five people to Xia Jing Inspectorate.

…

Early the next morning.

Yang Ye led a group aboard a high-speed train, arriving at Tianji Harbor.

After a brief stop, before nightfall, the Tianxun set sail, heading straight for the Pacific Ocean.

That damned inspector was finally gone…

When news spread that Inspector Ye had taken his people to sea for training, many who harbored guilty secrets breathed a deep sigh of relief.