Tap!
The Uncle tremblingly refilled a cup of hot tea for Mila. This time, he didn't use a paper cup, but a small, exquisite teacup instead.
"Alright, Little Sister, please calm down." He watched as the young girl finally lowered the katana she had held against the young man's neck, breaking into a cold sweat. "I think I understand the reason you two came here."
As the property manager for Yalin Villa, he naturally knew what kind of clientele he was dealing with.
Yalin Property Management was a special entity. It was under the jurisdiction of the same parent company as Yalin Villa and also undertook external leasing work.
Of course, it was rare for rental inquiries to come from two young people negotiating in a property management office located in a place where birds didn't even shit.
He certainly knew what the geographical location here was like, but there was no stopping certain rich people who liked to engage in unspeakable shady business.
Precisely because of this... as a property management staff member, he naturally harbored suspicions regarding the somewhat clumsy reasons for these two's visit.
Leaving aside the earlier excuse about "outdoor hookups" or whatever, which could be dismissed as the hobbies of young people.
This was the first time he had seen clients run over here without even an appointment, demanding to see a house.
It was simply surreal.
When the young man surnamed Lin mentioned wanting to inspect Yalin Villa No. 6 on-site, he knew it—
These two had impure motives.
The Uncle naturally knew that the clients he faced would inevitably be involved in those sketchy affairs. Consequently, some people would come here to investigate.
He equated these two young people with the group of guys who often came to investigate.
It couldn't be helped; he had seen too much.
But he never expected that one of these two young people, the young girl, would completely lose her patience—finally blurting out their purpose for coming here and seeking Yalin Villa No. 6:
Catching a cheater.
Moreover, according to the young girl, the young man was the financier of the adulteress being caught.
And he actually had a rather deep impression of the tenant of Yalin Villa No. 6.
In the Uncle's memory, she was a very beautiful young girl. The gentle and elegant temperament she carried would indeed incite a desire to conquer.
This point regarding "a man's motive" matched up.
He rummaged through the resident information in the drawer. Before long, he pulled out a document.
The resident's name was exactly Yang Wanhua.
This point also matched up.
At this point, the Uncle mentally crossed out these two guys prying into client privacy and labeled them with "Catching a Cheater."
It couldn't be helped; he had seen too much.
Every few days, he would see an official wife coming here to catch a mistress. It was quite a thrill to watch.
It was just that this time, the act of catching the mistress had landed right in his face.
The Uncle glanced subtly at the scabbard the girl had placed on the table.
As for the sharp blade, it was resting in her hand.
Originally, he had some complaints about her carrying a katana, but now it made sense—why someone would bring a sword just to look at a house.
Cosplay? Look at that shiny blade edge; who brings a sharpened weapon for cosplay...
"Sigh..." The Uncle rubbed the center of his brows in distress. The other party had not only accurately stated the house number but also knew the tenant's name...
Plus, this young man seemed to be the financier paying the bills. How was he supposed to handle this?
The girl was even pregnant. Pregnant women were the most emotionally unstable. If a life was truly lost when the time came... that would be two lives at once.
Would the house even be sellable after that?
The Uncle sighed, feeling as if he had instantly aged more than ten years.
"Alright, what you two want to do... I guess I understand now."
He lit yet another cigarette, exhaling a cloud of white smoke as if unsure where to begin, while sizing up the young man.
"To be honest, I really have some doubts about whether you are the financier of the tenant in No. 6. After all, you are too young."
"Do you still doubt it now?" Alain took out his phone, switched to the bank card interface, and showed him the string of numbers.
"Holy shit?" Just seeing that long string of numbers, the Uncle almost choked on the smoke.
"Alright, alright, put it away." He confirmed it.
The liquid assets in the bank card alone had zero after zero, let alone other assets under his name.
The identity matched up.
"In principle, I cannot take you there." His hands rustled through the drawer, searching for documents. "Because Ms. Yang Wanhua also specifically told us not to disturb the life of her and her husband."
Before Alain could even think, Mila, fully possessed by her inner drama queen, grabbed the clothes at his neckline and almost lifted him off the ground.
"Do you have anything else to explain?!"
"Holy shit?!" The Uncle had never seen such monstrous strength lifting an adult male. He hurriedly went up to separate the two.
"You two, listen to me finish first."
The Uncle cursed inwardly, 'Pregnant women are truly terrifying,' trembling as he lit another cigarette. He glanced at the half-full ashtray, lamenting that these two were really difficult to deal with.
"Cough, cough... In principle, I can't take you there, but rules are dead, and people are alive."
With a rustle, he pulled a blank document from the drawer. "Please fill this out. We will submit the application level by level."
Alain looked at the dense words on the document; it was nothing more than the property management's liability exemption clause.
He was just about to pick up the pen when he asked casually,
"An application... is it? Approximately how long will it take for the permit to be issued?"
"A week, probably. We don't see this kind of thing often."
"Is that so..." Alain's writing motion stopped.
A week was simply too long. It was enough for him or Yang Wanhua to die three or four times in the Core.
According to Alain's original schedule, he intended to head to the Game World tomorrow or the day after.
A week... he wouldn't make it in time. By the time this permit arrived, the finale would probably be over.
"You mean to say, we have to wait another week?" His good comrade-in-arms—Mila—launched an assist.
The moment the Uncle heard her speak, he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, his voice hesitating a few degrees. "Y-Yes."
"You mean, you want me and the child in my belly to wait for you for a week?"
"Holy—" The Uncle's curse was cut off halfway as he choked twice on the smoke.
It was too damn heavy!
"M-Madam, I can't help it either. This is already the maximum 'backdoor' access we can offer you." He opened up and spoke frankly.
"Actually, there is one other way. I don't know if you are willing to try it."
He threw away the cigarette butt and lit another one. At this point, the pack of cigarettes he had just opened was nearly half empty.
"Contact the tenant herself and ask for her consent. You just need to have her give us a call, and I can take you over there right now."
"...Do you think she would agree?" Mila asked in return.
The Uncle thought about it carefully. That was true...
What mistress would dare to confront the official wife face-to-face?
He spread his hands, putting on a display of helplessness.
"Then I have no other way, Madam. You should discuss it with your husband again."
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