[Urban] Urban Special Forces (My Perfect Wives) (Complete) - 37

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Kan, there's one more thing, Zilong. Don't blame me for investigating you. For me, I had to do it at the time. I remember eight years ago, you took a knife and killed a gang leader because of some so-called brotherhood. And what was your status then? A student. Although your father was the mayor, you know that to you, this mayor was no different from a migrant worker. But you still didn't hesitate to take a knife and kill him. I also found out what you said after you saw that gang leader. You said, "This is what happens when you offend my brother Zhang Zilong." Although you were just a child then, such words didn't carry much weight, but what does it represent? I believe everyone understands. Not everyone can say such a thing. You are fearless and never compromise with anyone. You have always acted according to your own principles. Some people might call you foolish, but I know it's your persistence. What makes a person human and not an animal is that they have their own thoughts. But how many people with their own thoughts will always stick to their own principles? No one, but you did. Do you remember the first time you met me? "You came to my birthday party with Wanqing. Although you're Wanqing's date, you're just a bodyguard. But the first time I saw it, I saw a light in your eyes. I didn't know what it was then, but now I know—it's arrogance, an indomitable arrogance," Qin Cai said in one breath, finally murmuring, "It's because of this arrogance, this personal charm, that I fell in love with you. And not just me, but Wanqing and Zhao Yazhi, I believe they fell in love with this quality of yours. A man must have the spirit of a man, and never giving up is the best embodiment of that.

" "Really?" Zhang Zilong stared at Qin Cai in disbelief. He had never known he possessed such a so-called "arrogance."

"What? Don't you believe me?" "While beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my assessment just now was very fair. I've met many people, all of them successful—businessmen, officials, even gangsters. They might have an arrogant air, a worldly-wise shrewdness, or a sharp eye—things you lack. But they lack your pride. This isn't something you can imitate or cultivate; it's innate, and that's what I most want to see in a man. I know that a man like you might be the only one I meet in my life, which is why I've decided that no matter what, I will never give up on you," Qin Cai said slowly.

Zhang Zilong didn't know what to say, or rather, he had nothing to say.

"Zilong, I spoke with Wanqing a few days ago. I said I don't need a formal title; those are just decorative vases. Whether a flower can stay vibrant for a long time doesn't depend on an expensive vase, but on whether there's water in it. A flower only flourishes when nourished. If a flower is placed in an expensive vase without water, no matter how expensive the vase is, the flower will eventually wither. Similarly, a woman's happiness isn't determined by the title of legal wife she holds, nor by how outstanding her husband is, but by whether the man loves her, whether he is truly good to her, and whether she loves the man. I'm saying this..." There's a reason for this. I don't want to end up like my mother. Although I've said this before, you know, everyone is selfish, especially women in love. I'm a woman, so I'm selfish too. I not only want the nourishment of water, but I also want an expensive vase. Originally, I didn't want to fight for anything, but that was only for Wanqing. After seeing Zhao Yazhi, I suddenly realized that some things have to be fought for. Zilong, I want you to be my man, my only man, and I want to be your only woman. Although I know it's impossible because you are an outstanding man, I still want to try. Will you think I'm being unreasonable? "Qin Cai said something that surprised Zhang Zilong.

"No, Cai'er, it's me who's sorry to you, and also sorry to you all..." Zhang Zilong said slowly. What more could a woman want after saying that? In Zhang Zilong's heart, he always felt that he had wronged these women, not just Qin Cai, but also Zhao Yazhi, Lin Wanqing, and even Liu Fang. Who doesn't want their love life to be beautiful? Just as Qin Cai said, people are selfish, especially women in love. No matter what kind of woman she is, whether she's a rich lady or a girl selling shoes on the street, she hopes to have a man who belongs only to her. Don't look at the ancient men with multiple wives and concubines in TV dramas; that's a special environment, a completely patriarchal society. Because it's determined by the social system, those women might think there's nothing wrong with that, but in their hearts, don't they also hope to have a man who is devoted to them and only good to them? Zhang Zilong thought to himself, is Qin Cai wrong to think like this? No, it's the most normal thought for a woman. The more he thought like this, the more Zhang Zilong felt like a bastard.

“Don’t think about it anymore, Zilong. I don’t think you’re the kind of person who plays with feelings. I know what you’re thinking. You didn’t do all this on purpose,” Qin Cai said to Zhang Zilong with a smile.

“Cai’er, I will never abandon you in this life. This is my promise to you, Zhang Zilong. Please believe me,” Zhang Zilong said, looking at Qin Cai with unwavering determination.

“I believe you,” Qin Cai said, a little touched, and kissed Zhang Zilong on the cheek.

The rest was simple. Zhang Zilong made up his mind: he would marry Qin Cai. He didn’t think about anything else, nor did he want to. Besides Lin Wanqing, with whom he had broken up, and Liu Fang, who was devoted to him, there were also Zhao Yazhi and Qin Yun. Zhang Zilong didn’t know how to choose. He knew he could only be good to one woman, and no matter who he chose, he would end up hurting the others. Zhang Zilong thought it over carefully. Qin Cai was different from Zhao Yazhi and Qin Yun. Zhao Yazhi had been a spoiled rich girl since childhood, while Qin Yun was a girl showered with love and affection. Qin Cai was different. Although she shared the same family background, that was only on the surface. Others didn't know how Qin Cai had grown up, but Zhang Zilong did. It could be said that Qin Cai had survived to this day entirely because of her own perseverance. She was a pitiful girl. Zhao Yazhi and Qin Yun might feel sad or heartbroken without Zhang Zilong, but at most, they would only feel sadness and heartache. But Qin Cai was different, especially in the current situation. Without Zhang Zilong, Qin Cai would have nothing. She had already suffered enough hardships in her life, and Zhang Zilong didn't want to add any more wounds to this woman's life. Whether it was out of love or pity, this was Zhang Zilong's truest thought.

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After spending some time in the office with Qin Cai, Zhang Zilong left the company and headed to the hospital. His father was hospitalized, and as a son, he couldn't possibly leave without visiting him. Driving his two Audis, Zhang Zilong smoked as he drove towards the hospital. After navigating several red lights, Zhang Zilong suddenly felt uneasy. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw a white van following him. After deliberately making two more turns, he found the white van still following him. A cold smile appeared on Zhang Zilong's face. He lightly gripped the steering wheel, driving casually at only 40 miles per hour. Suddenly, Zhang Zilong stepped on the gas, the car accelerated, turned, and plunged into a dark alley.

Leaving aside who was in the van following Zhang Zilong... These men were utterly frustrated. They had been following orders to wait in front of the Qin Group headquarters for an Audi. According to the information, the man was named Zhang Zilong, in his twenties. They had finally caught up with him and had been following him all along. The man was clearly an ordinary person, completely unaware that he was being followed. The men were overjoyed, thinking their mission was about to be completed. But then, the car, which had been crawling like an ant, suddenly changed direction and rushed into a small alley. This alarmed the men, who hurriedly shouted for the driver to turn around and rush into the alley. To their surprise, the alley was pitch black. The van only had its lights on. As soon as the lights came on, they saw the black Audi they had been following parked right in front of them. The van slammed on the brakes, almost hitting the Audi.

Several men stared nervously at the Audi, but it was completely silent. One of them, who appeared to be of slightly higher status, ordered the others in the back, "You two keep an eye on things this afternoon. Be careful. The orders from above said he's a master, but when we were following him, I thought he was just a rookie. Now it seems we've fallen for his trick. Be careful."

Although the two men were somewhat frightened, they obeyed orders and got out of their car. Each of them held a dagger and slowly approached Zhang Zilong's Audi.

When they finally reached the front of Zhang Zilong's Audi, they found it empty. They breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the nervous men in the van, saying, "Brother, it's empty. Nobody's inside."

"Nobody here? Where could that kid have gone?" Although he said that, the man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Zhang Zilong wasn't in the car. He slowly got out of the car, glancing nervously around before finally getting out and walking slowly to the Audi. He frowned and said, "Impossible. Where could he have gone in such a short time? This alley is a dead end; there's no way out. Where could he have gone?"

"Are you looking for me? I'm here!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind the three men. They were startled and turned around. They almost screamed for their mothers—it was Zhang Zilong!

"Speak up! Are you looking for me?" Zhang Zilong asked again when they didn't answer.

"No, no, we just came to find a place to relieve ourselves," one of his men said nervously.

"Oh? Is that so?" Zhang Zilong frowned.

"We're here to see you. Someone wants us to deliver a letter to you." The leader is naturally a bit smarter than the underlings. No one would believe such a lame excuse. Putting aside the possibility that someone might drive into the alley to urinate, it's clear that Zhang Zilong had already noticed these people following him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly rushed into the alley, abandoned the car, and appeared behind them like a ghost. Since they already knew they were following him, the leader was quite sensible and honestly told them. Before the mission, his superiors had instructed him that this person was extremely skilled, and if things were exposed, he should run away and never fight him.

After saying this, the leader walked up to Zhang Zilong, reached into his clothes, and pulled out a letter, handing it to him. Zhang Zilong took the letter and glanced at it. It was written in Japanese: "Zilong-kun, I have heard that you wish to challenge the samurai of Great Japan. I, on behalf of the samurai of Great Japan, accept your challenge." Below was the agreed location, and it was signed Tamura Taro. Zhang Zilong smiled. It seemed the Japanese weren't very patient after all. He looked up at the man in front of him and said coldly, "Is your mission really just to deliver

a letter?" No way! Zhang Zilong had been in this line of work for so long; anyone with a brain would know that there was no need for such elaborate surveillance for a simple letter delivery. He could just have someone deliver it to his office at the Qin Group headquarters.

"Just delivering a letter," the man said, trembling slightly upon hearing Zhang Zilong's words, but quickly regaining his composure. He answered confidently, while simultaneously making a barely perceptible movement as one hand reached into the back of his clothes.

"Oh, if you still insist on taking that dagger from your basket, don't blame me for taking your life right now," Zhang Zilong said casually, tearing the letter in his hand into pieces without even looking at the man. He then walked step by step towards his Audi.

Upon hearing Zhang Zilong's words, the man immediately stopped reaching into the basket, staring at Zhang Zilong with fear and disbelief in his eyes. This man was actually quite clever; since he had been warned that this person was a ruthless character not to be trifled with, he wisely chose not to act unless absolutely necessary. However, when Zhang Zilong said he was merely delivering a letter… "Huh?" The moment he said it, he knew there was no way he wouldn't act today. He was a trained fighter, having practiced martial arts for several years. If it weren't for his skill, he wouldn't have been assigned this task. So, sensing something was wrong, he subtly slipped his hand into his basket—a move he'd used to kill countless experts, a method of assassination. But today, not only was his hand discovered before it even reached the basket, but they also revealed it contained a dagger. How could he not be surprised?

The two behind him pointed to the dagger in their hands, looking at the man in charge with questioning eyes. The leader, still surprised, received a shake of his head in response. Indeed, from that one glance, he was certain Zhang Zilong was a master, and this master hadn't launched any attacks against them yet. There was no need for them to fight a battle they had little chance of winning.

The two men, stunned by their leader's reply, stared blankly at Zhang Zilong approaching, daggers in hand. Their palms were sweaty, and they thought that if Zhang Zilong got even a little closer, they would plunge their daggers into his chest without hesitation.

Zhang Zilong didn't even glance at them, as if they were... He walked forward as if he were invisible, tossing the torn pieces of paper on the ground, heading towards the two men—or rather, towards his car. Just as the two were about to attack, they suddenly realized that Zhang Zilong wasn't heading towards them, but towards their car. The three men stood there dumbfounded, watching Zhang Zilong get into his car, completely bewildered. Based on their past experience, this should have been a major fight. But beyond surprise, the three felt a sense of relief. Gangsters don't like fighting, especially fights where they have little chance of winning. They weren't fools. The fact that this man remained nonchalant in front of three men wielding daggers meant he didn't take them seriously. Someone who didn't take three dagger-wielding men seriously was either a fool, unable to see the situation clearly, or possessed absolute strength. They couldn't believe Zhang Zilong was either the former, so they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had escaped unscathed.

Just then, the sound of a car screeching to a halt came from outside, followed by footsteps. At this moment, the leader, who hadn't yet understood why Zhang Zilong had been so kind as to spare him, seemed to grasp the situation and suddenly roared: "Run! He's called his men!"

At this moment, Zhang Zilong leisurely lit a cigarette, took out his phone, dialed a number, and slowly said, "Ah Biao, there are three people in total. Don't let any of them escape. Drag them and the car back, lock them up, and interrogate them thoroughly."

It turned out that when Zhang Zilong realized he was being followed, he had been slowly teasing the three men behind him, then suddenly accelerated and rushed into an alley, catching them completely off guard. Just as the three men drove their car into the alley, Zhang Zilong had already gotten out and jumped onto a wall more than three meters high. Then, ignoring the three men, he cautiously approached his car, followed the wall to the alley entrance, and pulled out... Zhang Zilong called A Biao, asking him to bring some men to take a few people back. He knew perfectly well that in such a tense situation, no one was following him just to invite him to dinner. He then slowly walked into the alley, where the scene just unfolded. Zhang Zilong didn't want to intervene, nor was he inclined to. He couldn't believe the three men were following him simply to deliver a letter. There's always a reason behind such strange behavior, and Zhang Zilong felt that the three men following him weren't acting so simply. He ordered A Biao to take the men back. He couldn't act himself, because he didn't want his mother to find out anything when he went to the hospital. Regarding his mother, Zhang... Zilong was utterly impressed. From childhood, whenever Zhang Zilong returned from a fight, even unharmed, his mother could always sense it. Therefore, Zhang Zilong wisely chose not to intervene today; otherwise, he would likely face another scolding. The scolding was a minor matter; the main concern was that Zhang Zilong didn't want his mother to know what he had been doing outside.

A shout or yell was heard outside, then silence fell. A Biao said, "Get in the car," followed by a series of footsteps and then complete quiet. A Biao's head appeared outside Zhang Zilong's car window. Zhang Zilong pressed a button and rolled down the window.

"Brother Long, it's done," A Biao said, head bowed.

"Okay, don't let anyone know. Take them to the company warehouse. No matter what method you use, find out why these people are following me," Zhang Zilong said calmly.

"Got it, Brother Long. But our security department only has one half of the warehouse key. The other half is with the logistics manager. We need both keys to open it," A Biao said.

"That's simple. I'll call Cai'er. You can go to the logistics department to get it later. Also, announce to the outside world that something went missing from the warehouse and an investigation is underway. No one is allowed to approach the warehouse until this is over. You know what to do, right?" Zhang Zilong tossed A Biao a cigarette.

"Got it, Brother Long," A Biao smiled sheepishly.

"Hehe, you little rascal, do a good job. Be careful not to give anything away. Take that car back and put it in the warehouse too. Don't let anyone see it. I have to get back to the hospital now. Keep an eye on things. Things are pretty turbulent outside lately. We can't afford to be careless," Zhang Zilong added.

"Understood, Brother Long," Ah Biao said and walked away. A moment later, the sound of a van starting up could be heard. Zhang Zilong threw away his cigarette butt, closed the window, and because the alley was too narrow, he had to slowly back the car out of the alley and continue towards the hospital.

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In the car, Zhang Zilong made a phone call to Qin Cai and told her to go to the logistics manager to get the keys. Zhang Zilong did not explain the reason to Qin Cai, because in Zhang Zilong's mind, no matter how smart a woman is, she is still just a woman. There are some things that women are better off not knowing, especially these things that are bound to be not very "gentle".

Zhang Zilong drove to the hospital, but to his surprise, his father's ward was empty. Curious, he called the nurse who cared for his father and learned that his mother had taken Zhang Minsheng for a walk in the small garden below the hospital. Zhang Minsheng's condition had largely improved, and taking walks was something many elderly people enjoyed. Zhang Zilong slowly walked to the garden and watched Zhang Minsheng, still in his hospital gown, quietly strolling with Wang Yufen's support. Then, presumably tired, they... The two old men sat down on a chair in the garden. They were talking about something, both with smiles on their faces. Then, after Zhang Minsheng laughed heartily, Wang Yufen suddenly grabbed his ear. Zhang Minsheng immediately lowered his head and said something in pain. Zhang Zilong guessed they were probably saying something like "My dear wife, let go," which would damage the mayor's reputation. Zhang Zilong just watched from the side, not going forward. At that moment, he suddenly felt a deep peace in his heart. How harmonious this scene was! Zhang Zilong suddenly felt like crying. He remembered when he was in the hospital; how distant all of this seemed? Like a dream. Home, this was the feeling of home. A surge of heroic emotion welled up in Zhang Zilong's heart. He roared in his mind that even if it cost him his life, he would ensure this scene would never be shattered.

Without disturbing the elderly couple's peace, Zhang Zilong left the hospital. Just then, he received a call. Looking at the caller ID, it was Zhang Xianjing. Zhang Zilong hesitated for

a moment before answering: "Hello, is this Xianjing?" "Zilong, do you...do you have time now?" Zhang Xianjing's voice came from the other end, tinged with hesitation.

"Yes, what's up?" Zhang Zilong asked, a little puzzled.

"Oh, it's like this, I'm moving today and I'd like you to help me out. I don't know if you have time? If not, then forget it," Zhang Xianjing said.

Zhang Zilong suddenly remembered that he had promised Zhang Xianjing he would help her move, and inwardly cursed himself for not knowing this and having a girl ask him. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "What are you saying? I have time. Where are you now? I'll come over right now."

"That's great! I'm at my father's house right now," Zhang Xianjing's voice was filled with excitement.

"Wait a moment, I'll be right there." Zhang Zilong hung up the phone and drove towards that familiar place.

The car stopped downstairs at Zhang Xianjing's old house. Zhang Zilong got out and looked at the second-floor window, thinking back to his student days when he had stood in this spot countless times, gazing out the window, wondering what the girl inside was doing, whether she was doing well, whether she was sleeping soundly. He smiled helplessly.

Zhang Zilong went upstairs and knocked directly on Zhang Xianjing's door. Before he could react, the door opened, revealing Zhang Xianjing's face. Looking at Zhang Zilong, Zhang Xianjing blushed, whether from embarrassment at him, or from being impatient with his eagerness to see her, or something else entirely.

"You're here?" Zhang Xianjing said softly.

"Yeah, haha, is everything packed? Is there anything you need to move?" Zhang Zilong asked with a laugh.

"Oh, everything's here," Zhang Xianjing said, leading Zhang Zilong inside. Zhang Zilong stared in disbelief at everything Zhang Xianjing had mentioned—just a suitcase. Seeing this, Zhang Zilong completely understood. Zhang Xianjing had only called him here to see him; asking him to move things was probably just an excuse, or perhaps moving was just an excuse in itself. Thinking this, Zhang Zilong was filled with gratitude, staring blankly at Zhang Xianjing.

"Actually…actually…it's very heavy, I can't carry it," Zhang Xianjing stammered, her face flushed, trying to save face.

"It's okay. If you need anything in the future, just ask me. Like eight years ago, I'm always happy to do anything you ask me to do," Zhang Zilong said, a mix of affection and joke.

With that, he carried the suitcase downstairs, and Zhang Xianjing followed. Watching Zhang Zilong's tall figure walk before her, Zhang Xianjing felt that the world had never been so fulfilling.

Zhang Zilong placed the briefcase in the trunk of the car, opened the door for Zhang Xianjing to get in, and then got into the driver's seat, starting the car and heading towards T University.

"Zilong, that student named Qin Yun has been acting strangely these

past few days," Zhang Xianjing suddenly said to Zhang Zilong. "What? Oh, you mean Qin Yun? What's wrong with her?" Zhang Zilong was sweating bullets. He knew how embarrassing it was to discuss another woman in front of this woman, but it seemed too late to pretend he didn't know. Most importantly, he was very worried about Qin Yun.

"Last time I saw you sitting with her… I've been paying more attention to her. That girl is quite nice. I looked at her file; she studied abroad. As for her English, her pronunciation is very good, and she attends my classes very attentively. But these past few days, she hasn't seemed to be in class. I asked her classmates, and they said she seems to have encountered something unpleasant recently, and has been hiding in her dormitory sleeping. I wonder if something's wrong with her?" Zhang Xianjing asked cautiously.

What's wrong? Zhang Zilong recalled what Qin Yun had said when they met that day. Could it still be about her parents forcing her to get married? This little girl was so petty. Although Zhang Zilong really wanted to go see her, firstly, Zhang Xianjing was there, and he wouldn't leave one woman to go find another unless absolutely necessary. Secondly, Qin Yun's so-called marriage issue was no longer a big deal; he could just have his father talk to her, and that should be the end of it. He knew that this might just be the start of another major conflict, because Qin Cai was Qin Yun's sister, and Qin Yun couldn't possibly be unaware of his marriage to Qin Cai. Thinking about this, Zhang Zilong irritably grabbed his hair, thinking to himself that this woman would eventually make him bald.

"Zilong, what's wrong?" Zhang Xianjing asked, looking at Zhang Zilong.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking about some troubling issues. Xianjing, don't overthink it. Actually, Qin Yun and I..." Zhang Zilong thought Zhang Xianjing was jealous because it's impossible for a woman not to be jealous when faced with such a problem, especially since he and Qin Yun had already made it so obvious in class last time.

“Zilong, there’s no need to say anything more, I know everything,” Zhang Xianjing stopped Zhang Zilong from continuing.

“I’ve waited for you for eight years. Eight years is enough time for me to understand anything, enough time to stop worrying about anything. I love you, and I’ve been waiting for you. As for other things, I don’t want to know. I’ve always thought of myself as a foolish woman, but sometimes I think being foolish isn’t necessarily a bad thing. At least I can be happy. As long as I can see you, and be with you occasionally, I’m content. At least now, being able to stay by your side is so much happier than the previous eight years!” Zhang Xianjing said with a smile.

Only Zhang Zilong knew what was hidden behind that smile.

“Xianjing, I’m sorry,” Zhang Zilong felt that this was all he could say whenever he faced such a situation.

“Don’t say sorry. It was all my own choice. No one forced me. I wanted it this way, just like when I stubbornly waited for you. No one forced me; it was all my own choice. Since it was my own choice, it means it was what I wanted to do most. There’s no room for regret, because it was my choice. Now it seems my choice was right, because I still waited for you. I’m very happy now,” Zhang Xianjing said softly, but every word resonated in Zhang Zilong’s heart.

The car drove into T University and stopped in front of the classroom apartment. Zhang Zilong, carrying his suitcase, followed Zhang Xianjing upstairs.

Zhang Xianjing took out her key and opened the door. As soon as Zhang Zilong stepped into the apartment, he felt a fragrance wafting over—a faint, pleasant scent, just like Zhang Xianjing herself.

It was called an apartment, but it was really just a suite. After all, T University was a key national university, and his family spent so much money there every year, so the faculty and staff received very good benefits. It was essentially a small suite with a bedroom, a living room, a dining room, a bathroom, and a kitchen—everything you needed.

“This was assigned by the school. I don’t usually live here; I only stay here sometimes when I have evening classes,” Zhang Xianjing said.

“It’s very nice. This place is worth quite a bit of money in T City. It’s definitely a top-tier university; the benefits are good,” Zhang Zilong said with a smile, putting down his briefcase.

“It’s alright. What would you like to drink? I only have Coke here; Yang Ling left it for me,” Zhang Xianjing said.

“Yang Ling? Does she live here too?” Zhang Zilong asked.

“Occasionally. Sometimes I have evening classes, and it’s too late for me to go home alone, so I stay here. You know I’m timid; I never dare to stay home alone at night, so I always ask Yang Ling to come and keep me company,” Zhang Xianjing said shyly.

“Then Coke it is,” Zhang Zilong thought to himself, this girl must have suffered a lot.

Just as Zhang Xianjing went to get the Coke, Zhang Zilong casually looked around the living room. When he saw something similar, he was completely stunned. He saw a plush toy on the sofa—a small bear. Zhang Zilong remembered this toy vividly; he remembered it was a birthday gift for Zhang Xianjing years ago. To buy it, he had worked odd jobs for a week. Back then, unlike now, there weren't many boutiques. They were rare, and the prices were exorbitant. Every plush toy he found claimed to be imported, based on some foreign cartoon character. So, Zhang Zilong recognized it immediately.

He walked over, picked up the not-so-pretty plush toy, and looked at it. He was filled with emotion, remembering the pure love he had felt back then. He sighed, "Things have changed so much!

" "Zilong, you...?" Just then, Zhang Xianjing took out the Coke and saw Zhang Zilong holding the plush toy. She immediately lowered her head shyly.

"This... you still kept it?" Zhang Zilong was a little embarrassed and asked an almost idiotic question.

"Yes, because this is the only thing you left for me. Over the years, whenever I think of you, I take it out and look at it," Zhang Xianjing said, looking down.

"Oh, you're such a silly girl. If you want it, I can give you a whole carload right now," Zhang Zilong said, grabbing Zhang Xianjing's hand.

"No, I only want this one, because it represents a lot to me, like our past, present, and future," Zhang Xianjing said slowly.

Zhang Zilong could no longer restrain himself and tightly embraced Zhang Xianjing. Neither of them spoke, just held each other like that for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly, Zhang Zilong's phone rang, breaking the tranquility. Zhang Xianjing shyly pulled away from Zhang Zilong's embrace. Zhang Zilong angrily took out his phone, thinking to himself, "Who the hell ruined my good time? They really know how to pick their timing." He saw it was A Biao calling. Before pressing the answer button, Zhang Zilong was already planning what excuse he could find tomorrow to have a good "sparring match" with this kid.

"Hey, A Biao, what's up?" Zhang Zilong asked.

"Brother Long, this kid's tough. We've used all sorts of ruthless methods, but he won't say a word. We've knocked him unconscious three times already," A Biao said.

"Oh?" Zhang Zilong was a little surprised. He hadn't expected this kind of thug to have such audacity. After thinking for a while, he said, "What about the other two? Don't talk about this one. Think of something about the other two."

“I asked them already. Those two are cowards; they talked in no time. But they don’t know anything. Only that person knows about this. The other two are just low-level thugs. They only know they were following someone; they know nothing else,” A Biao explained in detail.

“How did you interrogate him?” Zhang Zilong frowned.

“I used everything. I even used the Ten Cruelest Tortures of the Qing Dynasty that I saw on TV. In the end, I couldn’t bear to watch anymore, but that kid still wouldn’t say anything. He just said, ‘If you’re so capable, kill me.’ Damn it, if I wasn’t afraid of getting into trouble, I really would have killed him,” A Biao complained.

“If you really killed him, he would have achieved his goal. That’s it. You lock him up there tonight. Give him food and water. I’ll deal with this tomorrow. It’s not convenient to talk now. Be careful of your surroundings and don’t let anything happen. We’ll talk about everything when I come tomorrow,” Zhang Zilong said to A Biao, glancing at Zhang Xianjing who had turned and gone into the kitchen.

“Okay, Brother Long,” A Biao said and hung up the phone.

“Didn’t expect him to be such a tough guy. Looks like this matter isn’t so simple,” Zhang Zilong muttered to himself, then followed Zhang Xianjing into the kitchen.

As they approached the kitchen, he saw Zhang Xianjing standing on a chair changing a light bulb. Because Zhang Xianjing was wearing a skirt today, she was unaware that Zhang Zilong, the uninvited guest who had originally been in the living room, had seen everything beneath her skirt.

Long, slender, and smooth legs—following her legs upwards, through the hem of her skirt, Zhang Zilong could see her smooth, firm, and rounded thighs, even a glimpse of her pale pink panties. Zhang Zilong unconsciously drooled, muttering like a lecherous man, “So beautiful!”

His exclamation startled Zhang Xianjing, who was already unsteady on her feet, causing her to fall off the chair with a scream.

In a flash, Zhang Zilong reacted quickly, catching Zhang Xianjing just before she hit the ground.

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Zhang Zilong hugged Zhang Xianjing. Perhaps it wasn't intentional. One of Zhang Zilong's hands was holding Zhang Xianjing's buttocks. He felt that his hand was warm and smooth. Zhang Zilong should have let go, but he was very reluctant to let go. Zhang Xianjing, who was lying on Zhang Zilong's body, naturally felt the strange hand that was gently stroking her buttocks. Whether she felt comfortable or did not want to refuse Zhang Zilong, Zhang Xianjing just blushed but did not express any dissatisfaction.

Holding the beautiful woman in his arms, Zhang Zilong felt her fragrance surge, making his blood boil. Looking at Zhang Xianjing's exquisite, almost perfect face, he couldn't resist. As if possessed, he lowered his head, his lips slowly approaching hers. Zhang Xianjing, of course, saw all this. She wasn't a ten-year-old girl; in this era of rampant idol dramas, even if she hadn't seen it all, she knew what was about to happen. But she didn't refuse. She had waited eight years for this moment. Zhang Xianjing closed her eyes, quietly waiting for Zhang Zilong's arrival, her heart filled with both nervousness and anticipation.

Zhang Zilong, who had initially hesitated, saw Zhang Xianjing's obedient demeanor and immediately kissed her lips. Zhang Xianjing suddenly felt the foreign object on her lips, and then a nimble tongue slipped into her mouth. Initially, whether out of nervousness or shyness, Zhang Xianjing kept her teeth tightly closed. After Zhang Zilong's tongue pried open her jaw for a long time, she finally realized and opened her jaw, allowing Zhang Zilong's tongue to smoothly enter her mouth. Zhang Zilong perfectly embodied the saying "give an inch and you'll have a mile." As soon as her mouth opened, his tongue, like a little motor, became entangled with Zhang Xianjing's tongue. No matter how uncomfortable or how much Zhang Xianjing tried to avoid it, he remained entangled with her tongue.

The two engaged in a passionate, almost oblivious, French kiss, their eyes tightly shut. Initially, Zhang Xianjing felt uncomfortable because her lips had never had a foreign object before, but after Zhang Zilong's almost forceful kissing for a while, she began to feel aroused and cooperatively extended her tongue to kiss Zhang Zilong's tongue.

Whether from discomfort or pleasure, Zhang Xianjing soon emitted faint moans. These moans acted like a powerful aphrodisiac, deeply penetrating Zhang Zilong's body. He felt as if he were about to explode. He gently placed Zhang Xianjing on the ground with one hand, while the other hand lingered on her body, reluctant to let go. Finally, the hand slipped inside the back of her clothes, moving upwards and caressing Zhang Zilong's smooth back. Zhang Xianjing trembled uncontrollably as if bewitched, her face flushed crimson, and her moans grew louder and louder.

Not content with merely caressing her back, Zhang Zilong's hand reached for her buttons, lingering there for a moment before deftly unbuttoning them.

"Ah??" Suddenly feeling a release, Zhang Xianjing, acting on her conditioned reflex, opened her mouth and cried out. This cry forced Zhang Zilong to back down. Looking at the momentarily flustered Zhang Xianjing, Zhang Zilong slowly released his grip on her, saying somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry... Xianjing... I... I..."

"No, Zilong, it's just that I... I... I'm not used to it yet... I... I wasn't prepared, next time... next time..." Looking at Zhang Zilong's suddenly serious expression, Zhang Xianjing felt incredibly annoyed; she regretted her earlier cry.

"Hmm, hmm... Xianjing, could you button up your clothes? Don't do things like changing light bulbs yourself anymore. I'm here, you know, it's dangerous for a girl like you to do it alone." Zhang Zilong, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, began to change the subject.

"Okay," Zhang Xianjing replied, now as docile and shy as a kitten.

Zhang Zilong took the light bulb from Zhang Xianjing, climbed onto the chair, and changed it for her. Zhang Xianjing went into the bathroom, and he didn't know what she was doing, but he guessed she was taking something out of the bathroom.

It was almost dark outside. Zhang Xianjing, being a virtuous girl, told Zhang Zilong to sit aside while she went into the kitchen. A little while later, she prepared a delicious homemade meal with a very authentic flavor. Zhang Zilong had never imagined that Zhang Xianjing's cooking skills were so good. Although she was far inferior to Liu Fang, it was extremely rare for a city girl to be able to cook like this. In this day and age, finding a city girl who can cook is as difficult as finding a virgin among high school students.

Zhang Zilong ate and praised the food as he ate. Even after he was full, he still insisted on having a cigarette after each meal. The saying goes, "A cigarette after a meal is pure bliss." For Zhang Zilong, it meant a cigarette upon waking up, a cigarette after meals, a cigarette while using the toilet, and a cigarette before bed. These were his unwavering habits. He hadn't smoked this much in the army; it was only after moving to the city that he suddenly developed a liking for smoking. As for why, Zhang Zilong shook his head and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, only God knows."

The two sat on the sofa, chatting quietly about the past and how they had spent the years together. Zhang Zilong unceremoniously pulled Zhang Xianjing into his arms. Before they knew it, it was nine o'clock at night. When Zhang Zilong realized this, he turned to look at Zhang Xianjing and found her looking at him with a reluctant gaze. Suddenly, Zhang Xianjing lowered her head and whispered to Zhang Zilong, "It's so late, why don't you...sleep here tonight?" She looked at Zhang Zilong with shy and expectant eyes.

This was a clear expression of affection and an invitation to Zhang Zilong. Zhang Zilong hadn't planned to leave anyway; he had been wondering what excuse he could use to stay. Now, all that was solved. Zhang Zilong tightened his embrace of Zhang Xianjing and said tenderly, "Baby, I'm not leaving. I never intended to leave."

"Really? Then I'll go take a shower first, and you can shower later." Hearing that Zhang Zilong wasn't leaving, Zhang Xianjing suddenly lost her usual composure and ran into the bedroom like a happy little girl, grabbing a set of clothes and going into the bathroom.

Looking at Zhang Xianjing's happy expression, Zhang Zilong suddenly felt he owed this girl a great deal.

A moment later, the sound of water came from the bathroom. Zhang Zilong felt a surge of heat throughout his body. He thought about how just a touch had made him lose control; he couldn't imagine what kind of alluring scene was unfolding in the bathroom right now. Zhang Zilong secretly lit a cigarette, forcibly suppressing his desires and not letting himself think about the scene in the bathroom.

A moment later, Zhang Xianjing came out of the bathroom. Zhang Zilong looked at her and saw that she was like a lotus emerging from the water—delicate and beautiful. Contrary to what most people would assume, Zhang Xianjing wasn't wearing anything too revealing. In fact, she was only wearing a knee-length nightgown, yet she exuded a unique allure. Perhaps this was why Zhang Xianjing had always been the most beautiful lily in Zhang Zilong's mind.

"Zilong, go take a shower," Zhang Xianjing said softly to Zhang Zilong. Then she noticed that Zhang Zilong didn't have any clean clothes to change into. After thinking for a moment, she said a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Zilong, there aren't any clean clothes for you here. After you shower, just... just... just wear them out. I... I'll wash your clothes for you later, and you can wear them tomorrow morning." After saying this, Zhang Xianjing's face turned as red as an apple. Then she realized another problem: these also needed to be washed. Thinking of this, she ran into her room and, after fussing around for a while, brought out a pair of women's shorts for Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong chuckled, but there was nothing he could do. He then put on his shorts and went into the bathroom. As soon as he entered, he noticed something. It seemed that Zhang Xianjing hadn't noticed after showering and had just tossed her used pants on the clothes rack. Now, this pair was clearly visible on the rack—a pink tank top, the very same pair Zhang Zilong had seen under the chair earlier that day. What was even more concerning was that there was a little bit of dirt in the middle of the pink tank top. This dirt didn't mean anything; any married man would know that even the cleanest girls would leave a little bit of dirt—it was a natural part of a woman's body.

Just as Zhang Zilong's little brother was getting aroused at this sight, he heard Zhang Xianjing's voice from outside: "Zilong, take off your clothes and give them to me. I'll take them to wash so you'll have something to wear tomorrow morning."

"Oh, okay, coming right away," Zhang Zilong stopped his lewd thoughts, hurriedly took off his clothes, and with a final grit of his teeth, even took them off completely. He obediently opened the bathroom door a crack and handed the clothes out. Zhang Xianjing, standing with her back to the door, reached out from behind her and caught the clothes. To Zhang Zilong's amusement, the girl's face was still bright red.

Just as Zhang Zilong closed the door and prepared to shower, Zhang Xianjing's voice rang out again: "Zilong."

"Hmm, what is it?" Zhang Zilong replied.

"Could you do me another favor?" Zhang Xianjing asked, her voice a little strange.

"What?" Zhang Zilong asked, not quite understanding.

"Could you help me get my...that...pants out of there? I looked in the front and grabbed them," Zhang Xianjing said softly.

Oh, so that's what it was. Zhang Zilong almost burst out laughing. He wondered how embarrassed the girl was. He took the pants off the clothes rack, opened the door, and handed them to her. Zhang Xianjing, in her usual posture, turned her back to him as she took the clothes. However, Zhang Zilong noticed her face was even redder than before. Seeing this, he couldn't help but tease her, "Pink ones, I love them! A thong would be even better."

Hearing Zhang Zilong's teasing, Zhang Xianjing took the clothes, blushing furiously, and immediately ran away, utterly mortified. Zhang Zilong laughed heartily and started taking a shower. After showering, he put on the very feminine shorts Zhang Xianjing had given him. Although they were very tight and completely exposed his large crotch, at least it was better than nothing.

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