"The Billionaire Can Read My Mind: My Runaway Wife is a Mystic" Chapter 27
Chapter 27: Playing Matchmaker for the Young Couple
After the Ruan siblings departed, the members of the Vane family headed upstairs to their respective rooms.
Arthur Vane was still preoccupied with the idea of knocking Alaric Vane unconscious and delivering him to Seren Thorne’s room. Once upstairs, he summoned the butler and lowered his voice: "Go find me an iron bar. The thicker, the better—the kind that can knock a person out with a single strike."
Mr. Edwin: "?"
The thicker the better? Are you sure you just want to knock him out and not beat him to death?
He cautioned, "Mr. Vane, a one-hit knockout is only a hundred percent successful in movies. In reality, it’s a low-probability event. Furthermore, if you hit someone with an iron bar, there’s a high chance you won't knock them out, and instead, they’ll retaliate or sue you for damages."
Hearing this, Arthur became a bit troubled. "Then what should we do? Do I have to hire kidnappers to bind Alaric and pack him off to Seren’s bed? Alaric studied Sanshou before; he was once the district champion. I’m afraid that instead of catching the bird, the kidnappers will end up with broken legs."
At this point, Arthur sighed heavily. "Sigh, sometimes having a grandson who is too excellent is actually a disadvantage."
Mr. Edwin: "..."
I suspect you are humble-bragging.
Knowing Arthur's ultimate goal, Mr. Edwin joined in the brainstorming and soon came up with a plan.
"If you want the Young Master to go to the Young Mistress, it's actually quite simple. You just have to leave him with nowhere else to go. You can burst the water pipes in his room. Once everything inside is flooded and uninhabitable, he’ll have no choice but to go to her."
Arthur's eyes lit up, thinking this was a fantastic idea. If the household items got soaked, they could be dried and used again, and there was no need to worry about a blunt blow causing a fatality. The cost-performance ratio was extremely high.
"Alright, go do it now. Remember to handle the other guest rooms as well, so that brat doesn't just move into another spare room. Once this is successful, I'll give you a bonus equivalent to two months' salary."
Upon hearing this, the old butler’s eyes sparkled. His monthly salary was fifty thousand; a two-month bonus meant a hundred thousand. Driven by the incentive, Mr. Edwin rolled up his sleeves with gusto. "Rest assured, sir. I will definitely get this done—and done well!"
With that, he grabbed his tools and set to work.
When Alaric emerged from the study, the rooms on the second floor were already flooded. A significant amount of water was spilling into the hallway and trickling down to the first floor.
He frowned, happening to see Mr. Edwin coming out of a guest bedroom. He asked, "What happened? Why is there water everywhere?"
ADVERTISEMENT
Mr. Edwin sighed and said, "The water system in the old manor has fallen into disrepair. A pipe burst on the second floor, and many pieces of furniture have been flooded."
Alaric glanced at the toolbox in Mr. Edwin’s hand and asked coolly, "Are you sure it’s disrepair and not intentional sabotage?"
Mr. Edwin coughed. "Of course it’s disrepair. There is no reason for me to lie to you. I’m carrying these tools because I was about to go fix the pipes."
Alaric offered no further comment and went to check the master bedroom. Finding the bedding and the sofa completely soaked, he turned back to the butler and asked icily, "The water hasn't even reached ankle-depth yet. How did it manage to soak the bedding and the sofa?"
Mr. Edwin maintained a straight face. "The pipe burst, and the water sprayed quite high. It just happened to splash the furniture."
Alaric sneered, "Heh."
Mr. Edwin gave a dry laugh, "Haha."
Alaric knew perfectly well that without the old man’s authorization, the butler would never have dared to do this. He didn't make things difficult for Mr. Edwin and instead went straight to knock on Arthur Vane’s door.
When the door opened, he glanced inside and saw that Arthur's room was perfectly dry, without a single drop of water.
He got straight to the point: "Did you tell Mr. Edwin to flood my room?"
Arthur played dumb. "Flooded? What’s flooded? There shouldn't have been any flash floods recently, right?"
Watching the old man play the fool, Alaric said expressionlessly, "My room is uninhabitable right now. I’ll be squeezing in here with you tonight."
His tone was clearly an announcement rather than a negotiation. Arthur had originally intended to take a roundabout route, but seeing that this kid was stubborn and unyielding, he simply laid his cards on the table: "Tonight, you have only one choice, and that is to go to Seren’s room and make things right with her. If you try to squeeze in with me, I’ll spit phlegm onto the bed so you can experience the 'refreshing' sensation of intimate contact with it."
Alaric: "..."
You win.
He didn't argue further with the old man, turning away to leave, intending to stay at a hotel.
Arthur saw through his intentions instantly and spoke up leisurely: "If you dare to stay outside tonight, I’ll take that leftover medicine Seren used last time and put it in your dinner tomorrow, sending you straight to her bed. If you go to her tonight, you can still just have a pure chat under the blankets. If you eat something you shouldn't later on, you'll be entirely at her mercy."
Alaric paused, gritting his teeth. "You’re ruthless."
Arthur snorted proudly. "Haven't you heard that the older ginger is more pungent? I usually don't bother bickering with you out of love for the youth. Did you really think this old man was afraid of his own grandson?"
ADVERTISEMENT
With a dark face, Alaric turned around and knocked on the door of Seren Thorne’s room.
Watching Alaric enter the guest bedroom, a smile finally appeared on Arthur's face. Little brat, you’re still a bit too green to fight with your grandfather.
As Arthur hummed a tune and prepared to go back inside, the butler walked over and said, "Sir, a few pipes seem to be beyond repair. We might need to call someone to take a look."
"Call them. We might as well replace the entire water delivery system. Those pipes have been in use for many years anyway."
"Then the expenditure..."
"I’ll transfer it to you now. I’ll send the bonus along with it as well," Arthur said with a grand wave of his hand, pulling out his phone to make the transfer.
Mr. Edwin rubbed his hands together expectantly, waiting for the hundred-thousand-dollar bonus to arrive so he could take his wife on a trip during the National Day holiday.
However, in the next moment, Arthur’s phone notified him that the balance was insufficient to complete the payment. Arthur wasn't in the habit of keeping money in payment apps; the funds were usually deducted directly from his card.
He frowned and called customer service immediately. As a bank VIP, his private customer service was available twenty-four hours a day.
After he explained the situation, the representative quickly provided an answer: "Mr. Vane, according to the system, your bank card was urgently frozen five minutes ago. The operator was your direct relative, Mr. Alaric Vane. If you have any questions, you can ask him."
Hearing this, Arthur gnashed his teeth.
That brat! He settles his scores on the spot without letting them sit overnight!
Hanging up the phone, Arthur met the butler’s sparkling eyes. He coughed and said, "I’m a bit tight on cash right now. Go to the finance department for reimbursement on the water system; Alaric should approve it."
The butler asked tentatively, "And my bonus?"
Arthur was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Edwin, you’ve been with me for so many years. You should know that I am a man of my word."
Mr. Edwin: "?"
"So?"
Arthur coughed. "Lend me some pocket money first. Once I have some breathing room in a while, I’ll pay you double the bonus."
Mr. Edwin: "..."
ADVERTISEMENT
You May Also Like
-
SerialChapter 18
Bound to the Blood Master
For years, I idolized Eduardo—a co-regent of the vampire clan, a man whose golden-streaked hair and almond eyes made my heart race. I believed I was his chosen one, the one destined for his eternity. But in the cold light of day, I discovered the truth: I was nothing more than another toy in his cruel, unscrupulous game. As the sun rises over his dark, imposing mansion, I take my chance. I’m leaping over the walls of the only home I’ve ever known, desperate to leave his madness behind. But just as I reach for freedom, a single word from behind a closing door stops me cold, threatening to pull me right back into his web…Vampires|Possessive Love18.5k words5 0 -
SerialChapter 16
The Wife He Took for Granted
After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.Human Nature|Healing Romance|Reunion Romance|Love After Marriage|Redemption Arc|Sweet Romance|Second Chance|HE14.9k words5 3 -
CompletedChapter 66
Owned by the Devil
Rain hammered against the stone steps of St. Mary’s Cathedral. Mia Clarke backed away instinctively. One step. Then another. Until the cold stone hit her spine and there was nowhere left to go. The convoy had arrived less than thirty seconds ago. Black SUV. Headlights flooding the churchyard. Men in dark suits moving with military precision. And in the middle of all of it— him. Damien Lancaster stepped out of the car like violence wearing a tailored coat. He was devastatingly beautiful. That was the worst part. His looks weren't safe; his charm wasn't human. He was beautiful the way a loaded gun was beautiful: cold, polished, lethal. The priest tried to shield her. Two men pulled him aside instantly. Damien never even looked at them. His eyes stayed locked on Mia the entire time. She felt a sick twist in her stomach—she realized he was furious. Not a loud fury. Not rage. Something quieter. Something infinitely worse. It was the silence of a decision already made. In that quiet, he had already decided the fate of everyone here. “Mia.” Her name left his mouth softly. Almost gently. It frightened her more than a shout ever could. She turned to run. He caught her before she cleared the last step. One hand clamped around her wrist. The other dragged her hard against his chest. No hesitation. No softness. He smelled like rain, menthol smoke, and expensive whiskey. “Mia,” he repeated near her ear, his voice low enough that only she could hear it, “did you really think you could disappear from me?” She pushed against his chest with everything she had. “Let go of me.” That finally made him smile. Slowly. Beautifully. Wrong. “You vanished for eleven days,” he said quietly. “I stopped sleeping on day three.” The church bells rang overhead. Nobody moved. His men didn't even dare to breathe. Damien lowered his head slightly, forehead nearly touching hers. And in that terrifyingly intimate moment— she understood something too late. This man was not trying to win her back. He already believed she belonged to him. Forever.Dark Humor|Mutual Pining|Plot Twist|Yandere|Instant Marriage|Possessive Love|Redemption Arc|Sweet Romance|HE73.7k words5 36 -
CompletedChapter 38
Thorns and Bone: A Kiss of Embers
"I spent three centuries waiting for a ghost to haunt me. When she finally returned, she was wearing a collar." Cillian de Valcourt is the Sovereign of the Eternal Night, a predator who has ruled for three centuries with nothing but boredom and blood in his veins. He isn’t looking for redemption—he is looking for the only woman who ever came close to killing him. Willow Solence remembers everything. She remembers the steel of her blade against his throat, the fire in his eyes, and the final, shattering moment of their past-life duel. She was the Hunter’s Guild’s deadliest elite, but now, she is reborn into the ultimate nightmare: a low-born blood-servant in the court of her greatest enemy. She is his captive; he is her ruin. In this cutthroat game of political maneuvering and lethal secrets, they are the only two people who truly know the monsters lurking beneath each other’s skin. For Willow, the goal is vengeance—a slow, calculated dismantling of his empire. For Cillian, the goal is possession—a desperate, terrifying obsession that defies time itself. As they dance on the razor’s edge of betrayal, Willow realizes the truth: this resurrection wasn’t a second chance. It was a trap. And in their final, inevitable collision, she discovers that for a man who has lived too long, the only thing sweeter than ruling the world is watching it burn to ashes in her arms. One life to kill him. One death to keep him.Mutual Pining|Dark Secrets|Plot Twist|Vampires|Possessive Love43.4k words5 3