noffsinger Chapter 1150 Feng Yuru's Plan
Chapter 1150 Feng Yuru's Plan
Feng Yuru listened quietly to her husband's almost roaring analysis. Her expression did not change much, but a complex and incomprehensible light flashed in the depths of her shrewd eyes.
She didn't argue or try to persuade him again.
She knew her husband and knew that his decision at this moment was the result of a painful struggle, at least it was the most "correct" choice he thought at the moment.
She slowly walked to Ye Wenwu's side and gently smoothed out the wrinkles on his jacket caused by excitement. Her movements were gentle and her voice had returned to its usual grace:
"Brother Wen, I understand. I was... too hasty."
She sighed softly, her gaze fixed on the dusk outside the window. "This is a serious matter, and we must proceed with extreme caution. You...think it over carefully. Whatever decision you make, I support you."
After saying that, Feng Yuru looked at her husband deeply, her eyes containing too many indescribable emotions - concern, understanding, and perhaps... a hint of imperceptible disappointment and deeper calculations.
Without saying anything more, she turned around and silently left the study with elegant and steady steps.
The heavy study door closed gently, isolating the inside and outside.
Ye Wenwu seemed to have been drained of all his strength and slumped back into his chair.
He closed his eyes in pain and rubbed his swollen temples vigorously with his hands.
His wife's words echoed in his mind like a spell. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity...really...was he really going to watch it slip away?
On the other side, Feng Yuru walked down the spiral staircase. The sound of her high heels hitting the marble floor was particularly crisp in the empty first-floor hall.
The tenderness and understanding on her face when facing her husband had faded, and she had regained her usual grace and calmness, with an imperceptible shrewdness deep in her eyes.
As one of the top leaders of the Ye family, she is very capable, but she hides this edge very well.
On the leather sofa in the villa's living room, a slim middle-aged man in a dark gray suit had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing Feng Yuru coming down, he immediately stood up and walked quickly towards her, with an anxious and inquiring look on his face:
"Madam! What does the Second Master think now?" The man's voice was low, but it could not hide his anxiety.
Feng Yuru walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the hot tea that the servant had brought to her at the right time, blew on it gently, and moved calmly.
She looked up at the confidant in front of her, her tone calm, without much emotion:
"Second Master...he's thinking about the bigger picture. He said that the Ye family is in turmoil right now, with external enemies surrounding them. He can't just do something selfish and throw stones at my eldest brother at this moment, causing the Ye family to fall apart even further. He needs to stabilize the family first and weather the storm together."
When the middle-aged man heard this, a trace of disappointment first flashed across his face, but was then replaced by a complex feeling of being moved.
He sighed heavily, his tone filled with sincere admiration: "Second Master...Ah! Second Master is so righteous!"
"This breadth of mind and magnanimity is truly... Alas! When the old patriarch was selecting someone, he should have let Second Master take on this important role!"
"If the Second Master was at the helm, how could the Ye family have ended up in such a mess today?"
The man's tone was full of indignation. As a close confidant of Ye Wenwu's faction, he naturally hoped that Ye Wenwu would take charge of the Ye family.
However, despite his indignation, the man's expression became serious again after the simple flattery. He took a step closer and lowered his voice:
"Madam, the Second Master is taking the overall situation into consideration, and I admire him. But... what about us? Are our men and women just going to stand by and watch? Do nothing?"
"What if...what if the eldest wife recovers, or reaches some kind of compromise with Lu Feng? Wouldn't Second Master have missed this opportunity in vain?"
"Even... the eldest wife might turn against us and accuse us of standing idly by!"
Hearing this, Feng Yuru put down the teacup, and the porcelain and tray made a slight collision sound.
A ray of light as sharp as a knife suddenly flashed in those shrewd eyes, so fast that it almost made people think it was an illusion.
"Of course we can't do nothing."
Feng Yuru's voice remained steady, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of control. "Pass my message on. Everyone, fully cooperate with Ye Wenyuan's command!"
"We must investigate whatever he tells us to investigate and do whatever he tells us to do. We must get through this difficult time!"
"We must show our full support and let everyone, especially those in power in the clan, see that when the clan is in danger, it is the people on Second Master's side who are doing their best and charging in the front!"
Then, she paused, her eyes becoming more profound. "As for the rest... let's hold off for now. Now is not the time for us to jump out."
"Remaining stable is more important than anything else. Later... I will find another opportunity to persuade Second Master. This won't be the only opportunity."
The middle-aged man looked at the unfathomable light in Feng Yuru's eyes, and felt awe in his heart. He immediately bowed and responded:
"Yes, Madam! I understand! I'll convey your message immediately and ask everyone to cooperate and give it their all!"
"Go ahead." Feng Yuru nodded slightly.
The middle-aged man took a few steps back respectfully before turning around and walking away quickly, his figure quickly disappearing outside the villa gate.
Silence returned to the living room.
Feng Yuru sat alone on the large sofa, staring quietly at the direction the man left with a deep look in her eyes.
After a moment, her gaze slowly moved towards the staircase leading upstairs, as if she could penetrate the heavy door and see the painful and tangled figure in the study.
She picked up the slightly cold tea, took a sip, and the icy liquid slid down her throat.
Her red lips parted slightly, and a nearly silent whisper, carrying a cold determination and a desolate insight into the world, quietly drifted into the empty living room:
"Brother Wen...you are considering the overall situation, but this situation...is already a dead end."
........
The scene switches to the Security Department.
As always, the Security Department, which represents absolute iron-blooded loyalty, is on high alert.
But if you look closely, you will find that there are many strong men in suits and holding black boxes in the Security Department.
They guarded various important locations in the Security Department as if they were guarding some important person.
Ministry of Security, Office of the Minister.
At this moment, the person sitting at the huge office desk is not the Minister of Security Jun Xiaoyun, but the one who truly wields this sharp sword of the country - Zhou Qinzheng.