Chapter 235: Sea Eagle

Listening to Lin Ruoxi's tone, she seemed to be about to drink it again!

Yang Chen froze on the spot, then slowly placed the soup bowl back on the table, smiling bitterly. "How could that be, my dear Ruoxi, come and drink it quickly. Take a sip, eat a rice ball, and it won't taste bitter."

Lin Ruoxi came down from upstairs, picked up the soup bowl on the table, and raised the corner of her mouth slightly, as if she was trying to suppress a smile. "Are you trying to deceive a child? I'm not a three-year-old child. If I want to drink, I'll drink."

Yang Chen grinned and said, "In my eyes, aren't you just a child? You've always been a child."

Lin Ruoxi was somewhat displeased. "What are you saying? You're not older than me."

"Is it wrong to take care of you like a child?" Yang Chen said.

Lin Ruoxi blushed slightly. "I won't talk to you. You never say anything serious."

Wang Mama, who had already finished drinking the medicine, saw the young couple getting close and smiling, so she went back upstairs with a smile on her face.

Lin Ruoxi lowered her head, took a sip of the medicine, and before she could take the second sip, she spat out her tongue in disgust and wrinkled her brows.

Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh. He opened the plastic bag and took out some fresh glutinous rice balls, handing them to Lin Ruoxi.

Lin Ruoxi looked at them eagerly for a moment. Unable to resist the temptation, she took them from Yang Chen's hand and took a bite. However, feeling embarrassed, she chewed while explaining, "I just don't like wasting. If I bought them, I have to finish them."

"I know, I know, thrifty and frugal," Yang Chen said, believingly.

Lin Ruoxi mumbled, "As long as you know," before continuing to drink the medicine and eat the rice balls.

After Lin Ruoxi finished drinking the medicine and had eaten almost all the rice balls in the box, Yang Chen felt that if there were a rice ball eating contest, Lin Ruoxi could at least make it to the quarterfinals.

Carrying the empty medicine bowl, Yang Chen walked into the kitchen and started washing the pots and pans used for brewing the medicine.

Standing at the kitchen door, Lin Ruoxi watched Yang Chen's busy figure and suddenly felt a warm feeling in her heart. She stared blankly, hoping that this moment would last forever.

When Yang Chen finished washing everything and turned around, Lin Ruoxi suddenly realized what she was doing, looked away, and pretended that nothing had happened.

Yang Chen asked in bewilderment, "Ruoxi, don't you want to take a rest?"

"Well, I have something to discuss with you," Lin Ruoxi immediately remembered that she had an excuse to use. "What is it?" Yang Chen asked.

"Just now at the police station, you heard me talking to Yan Yan, right? There's an event, a party next Friday night. I want you to accompany me," Lin Ruoxi said.

Yang Chen was surprised because, from his understanding of Lin Ruoxi, she rarely participated in such public events or social engagements.

Lin Ruoxi continued, "I know what you're thinking. I didn't used to attend these events, but things are different now. Although it doesn't matter to me whether I go or not, if you can attend such a large event, you can meet many people who could be helpful for your future development in Zhonghai."

Yang Chen suddenly realized that Lin Ruoxi wanted him to go to expand his network of connections.

"I don't think it's necessary. Things are fine as they are now. I don't expect to earn much salary. It's tiring enough for you to manage Yulai," Yang Chen said. "If I get busier, life will become dull."

Lin Ruoxi said softly, "Since you know I'm tired, why won't you help me share some of the burden? In other families, it's the men who work outside. Why are you always so idle and contented? You're not saying anything, you're just a parasite. You live in your wife's house, drive your wife's car, and even your job is arranged by your wife. You're just loafing around."

Yang Chen couldn't find words to refute. Indeed, according to conventional wisdom, he was a freeloader, living in his wife's house, driving her car, and having his job arranged by her, all without being fired.

Lin Ruoxi's words pricked Yang Chen's pride. She continued with a hint of apology, "I'm not saying you're bad, but I just feel that you're capable of more. Why are you always content with being in the background? I don't expect you to achieve great success. I just hope that one day, I can hand over the company to you. I'm not a career-oriented woman. If possible, I'd rather stay at home and not deal with those scheming people every day. Like last time, playing against Senior Brother, to be honest, if I weren't the CEO of Yulai, I wouldn't have wanted to undermine Changlin Media. But sitting in my position, even if I'm unwilling, I have to consider too many people and bear too much responsibility. Do you understand what I mean?"

Yang Chen nodded and smiled. "I understand. I'll follow your arrangements. I'll go with you."

Taking over Yulai International? Yang Chen wouldn't do that, but in the current situation, refusing Lin Ruoxi would obviously jeopardize the recently improved relationship between them.

Lin Ruoxi's face brightened. "You don't have to feel too much pressure. Take it slow. This party is hosted by the second family in Zhonghai, the Liu Family. The main industry of the Liu Family is the Biyun Group. Although it's not as wealthy as the Yuan Family, it's still one of the oldest and most prestigious families in Zhonghai."

The Liu Family? Biyun Group?

Yang Chen suddenly remembered that Anxin's fiancé, the guy who had argued with him at the police station over Anxin, was indeed the young master of the Liu Family. If he remembered correctly, his name was Liu Yun. It was unexpected that Liu Yun had such a powerful background, which explained why Anxin's father had persistently tried to get her to marry him.

"This event is a charity auction gala. It starts with a dance, followed by an auction. It's held at the Biyun Hotel owned by the Liu Family. Almost all the influential businessmen and political figures in Zhonghai will be there. If you go this time, even just to get acquainted with some people, it will be very beneficial for you in the future," Lin Ruoxi explained.

Yang Chen nodded understandingly. "With you there, it would be hard not to meet people."

Lin Ruoxi understood what Yang Chen meant. Indeed, she rarely appeared in public, and many people hadn't even seen her in person. So her presence would definitely attract a lot of attention and guests.

"Don't overthink it. As long as you work diligently, one day, everyone will be drawn to you," Lin Ruoxi said.

"I just don't like seeing my woman being gawked at by others," Yang Chen teased Lin Ruoxi with a wink.

Lin Ruoxi glared at Yang Chen. "Can't you say something serious for once?"

"Where am I not serious?" Yang Chen said, feeling a bit aggrieved.

"You're never serious!" Lin Ruoxi huffed and stomped upstairs wearing her bunny slippers.

After tidying up everything, Yang Chen decided not to go to work and returned to his own room upstairs. He lit a cigarette, his eyes flashing with various emotions. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if making some kind of decision.

With the cigarette in his mouth, Yang Chen quickly typed on the keyboard, entering a complex and irregular web address in the browser. After hitting Enter, the webpage entered a video call interface.

On the other side of the video call, there was an image of a soaring blue eagle.

System: "Waiting to connect..."

After waiting for about a minute, the image of the blue eagle disappeared, and the computer screen showed the rugged face of a Western Caucasian man. The man's face bore a tattoo resembling a number plate, and his green eyes were like those of a leopard always searching for prey. He had reddish-brown hair and wore a British officer's cap.

"Sauron, reporting to you, Lord of the Underworld!" The man greeted with a thick London accent, performing a formal aristocratic bow. His gaze towards Yang Chen was filled with a fiery intensity.

Hearing the rigid and old-fashioned voice, a trace of nostalgia flashed through Yang Chen's eyes. He responded in English, "Sauron, it's been a long time. How is everyone?"

"Everyone is doing well, though they all miss you, Lord of the Underworld," Sauron seemed to smile, but his face, resembling a metallic structure, looked oddly discordant. Yang Chen blew a ring of smoke and said, "Sauron, I've told you many times, you are not my slave or my servant. You are my friend. Relax a bit."

Sauron grinned, revealing his blackened teeth. "Lord of the Underworld, I am quite relaxed. But you must understand, as my benefactor, I must show you my respect. I believe most of my brothers and your other friends share this sentiment. Please trust that we are happy to be friends with someone as strong as you. It's just that the process is somewhat challenging, and you never give us time to adjust."

"Alright, alright, it seems you've been spending too much time with that old man Constantine, starting to ramble like him," Yang Chen chuckled.

Sauron laughed, "Ron is an interesting guy, but he's too stingy. When I returned from Italy last week, he only gave me two bottles of wine from the 1980s, even though I saw he had champagne salvaged from a nineteenth-century shipwreck."

"Don't you know Ron's life philosophy?"

"I do—money is to be saved! Oh, may Satan forgive that damned old man. Even the stingiest demons wouldn't like him."

"He's a Catholic, you don't need to worry that your deity dislikes him," Yang Chen said.

Sauron shook his head, "No, no, trust me, Lord of the Underworld, Ron is definitely a fake Catholic. He knows very well that he won't make it to heaven. Those clothes of his can only fool women obsessed with fashion. To me, they are just rags, yet he still makes money like he's hoarding for intercontinental missiles. I find this outrageous."

Seeing Sauron's indignant expression, Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh, "You guys are still so amusing."

"Yes, Lord of the Underworld, though we think this is serious, if you find it amusing, why did you return to Yanxia? I hate having to ask the court's permission before firing a machine gun," Sauron said.

"Sauron, your interests can't be satisfied by any country at the moment. So, I don't want to explain why I came back to Yanxia. I reached out to you today because I need your help with something."

Sauron's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Lord of the Underworld, are you finally going to extend your dark influence again? Tell me, is it the Middle East? North Africa? Or... oh, damn it! I'm getting all fired up! If there's a naval battle, I can provide a few nuclear submarines. Those modified beasts are incredible!"

Yang Chen shook his head with a wry smile. "Sauron, the world has been quite peaceful these past few years. I don't want to be the instigator of any war."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. You, Lord of the Underworld, have ascended to a god-like status and indeed can't involve yourself in these matters. So, what task do you have in mind? My friends and I would be delighted to serve you!"

"Thank you, Sauron. The matter is actually quite simple. I want you to send a small team of 'Sea Eagles' to the Mediterranean Sea, near Yanxia. I need team members skilled in disguise and communication; their combat skills don't need to be too high. Additionally, I need you to help me track someone's whereabouts, but this must be done with absolute secrecy. I'll send you the person's details and my contact information in a file." Yang Chen made his request directly.

Sauron saluted with a standard naval salute. "I will fulfill this task with honor!"

"Thank you," Yang Chen smiled, cut off the communication, and then sent over the prepared documents.

After finishing his business, Yang Chen sat back on his bed, intending to take a nap. Just then, his phone vibrated again.