Marry the NPC with Money, Wife Comes Knocking - Chapter 134

Chapter 134

The reaction from the crowd was eerily silent.

Receiving no emotional feedback, Young Master An’s expression darkened. The curve of his lips vanished as he asked softly, “Why does everyone look so unhappy? Do you have some sort of grievance against me?”

The moment he spoke, someone in the crowd took the lead and started clapping. The applause grew from a sparse scattering to a steady, rhythmic beat.

Thunder rumbled faintly amidst the dark clouds above, and the rain began to pour harder.

Young Master An’s expression shifted from gloomy to bright. “Since everyone is happy for me, let’s sing a birthday song together.”

This time, the players were remarkably united. The words to “Happy Birthday” tumbled out of their mouths, though accompanied by the percussion of thunder and rain, the song lacked any sense of celebration.

Young Master An seemed to enjoy it immensely, closing his eyes and immersing himself in the singing. It wasn’t until the song ended that he slowly opened his eyes, saying pleasantly, “The weather is lovely today. Everyone, please play to your heart’s content and eat your fill. I wish you all a delightful day.”

With that, he gave a gentlemanly bow. As he straightened up, he glanced at Ye Susheng and Hua Suihe standing in the distance, his gaze flat and emotionless.

A bodyguard held an umbrella over him. Without another word, Young Master An followed the bodyguard away from the Terrace.

“What… what does this mean?”

The players looked at each other, their hearts racing as thunder rolled overhead.

Many bodyguards remained stationed at the stairs, blocking every possible exit.

“Is he… telling us to stay here and enjoy ourselves?”

“More like staying here to wait for death.”

As if to prove his point, a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, diving down like a furious dragon with unstoppable momentum.

Hua Suihe’s eyes were suddenly covered by a hand. She heard wretched screams, panicked shouts, and the sounds of people fleeing in terror.

Hua Suihe blinked, her eyelashes brushing against Ye Susheng’s palm.

“Don’t be afraid, Hua Hua. We’re going back now.”

Hua Suihe’s heart was pounding, louder even than the thunder in the sky. She didn’t speak, merely gripping Ye Susheng’s arm as she tried to steady her breathing.

Once she recovered, she said, “Let’s go.”

The smell of burning permeated the air, a scent even the rain couldn’t wash away. The screams were incessant.

Hua Suihe tightened her grip on Ye Susheng’s arm and changed her mind. “Let’s find Young Master An.”

Ye Susheng didn’t know what Hua Hua intended to do, but she complied obediently. In an instant, the two of them appeared in the lounge area where Young Master An was located.

Young Master An was sitting in the piano room on the top floor. Looking down through the massive glass windows, he had a perfect view of the scene on the Terrace.

He had no interest in the people scurrying about below, focusing intently on playing the piano. He only stopped his movements when two outsiders appeared in the room.

He wasn’t surprised at all; it was as if he had expected them. His tone was flat. “You’ve arrived. Are you here to watch the show with me?”

Ye Susheng had no interest in speaking to him. She looked at Hua Suihe beside her. “Hua Hua, he’s a pervert, but I won’t let him hurt you. Ask him whatever you want.”

Hua Suihe felt a momentary pang of guilt at hearing someone badmouthed right to their face.

Hua Suihe cleared her throat and said seriously, “Young Master An, may I ask you a question?”

Young Master An glanced at Ye Susheng and chuckled softly. “Do I even have the right to refuse?”

He waited quietly for Hua Suihe to continue, but he didn’t expect her words to be so shocking.

“Were you struck by lightning and killed?”

Young Master An’s expression froze, turning extremely unsightly. Red veins bulged on the hand resting on the piano. He closed his eyes, suppressing his emotions for a moment before complaining, “How rude.”

Hua Suihe gave an awkward laugh. “Uh, sorry.”

“Perhaps you were struck by lightning on your birthday.”
Young Master An suppressed his anger and looked at Ye Susheng, a forced smile playing on his lips. “Ye Susheng, your girlfriend certainly has a way with words.”

Ye Susheng had always been arrogant, preferring action over words. Seeing him act all sarcastic toward Hua Hua right in front of her, her black mist condensed into a thread invisible to the naked eye. It coiled around his neck; in the next second, she could have taken his head off.

Young Master An took a deep breath. “My last birthday was indeed unpleasant. What of it?”

Hua Suihe lowered her head in thought. “Then you weren’t killed by a lightning strike.”

Young Master An sneered. “Why? Was the scene outside too bloody? Did it scare you?”

Hua Suihe looked up in confusion, turning her head to glance toward the Terrace. The black umbrellas were huddled together, with players all squeezed into a tight group. The large standing umbrellas had been destroyed by lightning and blown over by the wind. The food on the tables was soaked with rainwater, losing its original appearance.

“It was alright.”

[Is my Hua really alright?]

[Someone actually got struck dead. I can’t look.]

[Is Hua Hua scared out of her wits?]

[Maybe she really isn’t afraid? After going through so many dungeons, she’s probably become a psychopath.]

[I’m begging you on my knees, stop insulting my Hua.]

Young Master An’s tone was rather regretful. “They only need to stay for an hour. After all, with the rain being this heavy, letting my guests celebrate my birthday in the rain is hardly the way to treat guests.”

Ye Susheng gave him a disdainful look. Her black mist snatched the sheet music from his piano and handed it to Hua Hua.

Hua Hua looked at the cover. It was titled *The Story of Young Master An*. It wasn’t sheet music; it was a storybook.

“Let’s go, Hua Hua. No need to listen to his noise.” Ye Susheng led Hua Suihe back to their room.

Hua Suihe’s attention was fixed on the book in her hands. After sitting down on the sofa, she flipped it open to read.

Young Master An was born into a wealthy family with many older brothers and sisters. He was an illegitimate son who had been brought back to the family at a young age and was very much disliked.

It wasn’t until he was eighteen that the family held a coming-of-age ceremony for him, which was also the first birthday he spent after returning to the An Family.

This ceremony was held on a grand scale, but of course, it wasn’t to celebrate his birthday. Rather, the An Family had encountered some difficulties in their business and needed to seek out partners. Using the coming-of-age ceremony as a pretext, they invited many business tycoons.

On that day, the protagonist of the ceremony never appeared.

Young Master An had been kidnapped by bandits who demanded a ransom from the An Family. However, the An Family had invested a lot of effort into the ceremony and was unwilling to let it be ruined. They even covered up the fact that Young Master An had been kidnapped.

The An Family disliked this illegitimate son, and after the ceremony ended, they had no intention of paying the ransom, leaving him to fend for himself.

In the end, Young Master An was killed by the kidnappers after the ransom wasn’t paid, the methods used being extremely brutal.

He didn’t know how to play the piano. The family had simply been afraid he would embarrass them at the ceremony, so they spent two days hiring a teacher to teach him some fingerings. He hadn’t even learned a single complete piece.

After reading this, Hua Suihe felt a mix of emotions, but the first thing she asked was: “Was the Great City not divided into districts before?”

The text stated that this An Family was a wealthy family from S City.

Ye Susheng sat beside her, hugging a throw pillow. She leaned in to look at the description in the book and let out a soft exclamation. “This S City should be S District. The Great City is divided into 25 districts. Some people refer to districts as cities, but those people are rare.”

Hua Suihe gave a small hum of acknowledgement and casually tossed the book onto the table.

“Over the next five days, there are still two more young masters and three young ladies. They should also be dead.”

Hearing Hua Suihe say this, Ye Susheng couldn’t help but look at her sideways. “Hua Hua, aren’t you afraid?”

Hua Suihe blinked in confusion. “Afraid of what?”