The Flower City Hunter (Complete) - Chapter 37

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Chapter 241 of Volume 13: She's a Little Woman.

If Zhang Ziwen hadn't revealed the truth, An Yun didn't know how long she would have hated him
. Why had she been so stubborn back then? Why hadn't she wanted to mention her sister's name in front of him? She
regretted her stubbornness and felt heartache…

"I don't want to bring up the past anymore. It's too painful to recall. Besides, you didn't
mention your sister's name back then. You once said I wasn't worthy to hear your sister's name, so I didn't press you further."
Zhang Ziwen smiled, a bitter smile. He remembered how badly this girl had scolded him on the plane.

Hearing Zhang Ziwen's words, An Yun couldn't hold back any longer and sobbed, "...You're so stupid…Why didn't you interrogate
me…Hit me…Maybe I would have told you…I hated you so much back then…And you just endured it?
You're so foolish…" Shame and guilt overwhelmed An Yun's heart; she regretted it terribly.

"Don't cry..." Zhang Ziwen tenderly reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, softly
comforting her, "...It's all in the past, forget about the unpleasant things. You are Sister Xiu's sister, and also
my sister, don't cry..." Interrogate her? Hit her? Zhang Ziwen asked herself if she could do such a thing.

Zhang Ziwen's words of comfort only intensified An Yun's tears. His gentle touch as he wiped them away was too
much for her to bear. Overwhelmed with emotion, An Yun buried her face in Zhang Ziwen's arms. With no space on the plane, she could only bury herself in his embrace. Her shame and guilt prevented her from facing Zhang Ziwen, and his broad chest became her refuge. Her sobs continued, a testament to her heartbreak and sorrow. Her girlish behavior made Zhang Ziwen uneasy; he didn't know what to do with his hands. When a woman was heartbroken and crying, Zhang Ziwen would act foolishly —a fatal weakness he feared he would never change. After a long while, An Yun gradually stopped crying. His embrace was truly warm, a comforting place that calmed her emotions. She was captivated by his embrace and ashamed of her past immaturity. His gentle caress of her shoulder filled her with warmth; the former scoundrel had become her safe haven. His words still echoed in her mind: "You are Sister Xiu's sister, and also my sister." Her heart trembled at those words, happiness filled her heart. He truly was the best person in the world, the most kind and generous older brother… "...Are you alright? Don't cry anymore. You won't be pretty if you cry anymore." An Yun in his arms was like a docile kitten, making him feel tender and sympathetic. "Brother…" An Yun's voice was nasal and sweet, making Zhang Ziwen's back tense. "I'm sorry… Brother…" An Yun raised her beautiful face in his arms, apologizing for her past rudeness. "Silly girl, we're family now, why are you apologizing?" Zhang Ziwen wrinkled his nose. Her voice was so soft that it made his bones melt. He could only sigh, this girl was a little too sweet. "Brother… You won't blame me for being ignorant before, will you?" An Yun's beautiful eyes were full of tenderness, so endearing . "No, how could I blame you? Sometimes you're very sensible. I love ." Zhang Ziwen couldn't resist her beautiful, expressive eyes, and the crisp "brother" she called him made him feel nauseous. "Really? You like my crispy pork ribs? Then I'll make them for you again, for the rest of my life, brother... you won't dislike me, will you?" An Yun's beautiful eyes lit up with joy. It turned out she had a good side too. "What are you saying? As your brother, I'll never dislike you in this lifetime." Zhang Ziwen's eyes were sincere. Wasn't Li Xiu's sister his sister? He suddenly had a beautiful sister. This was good. The misunderstanding was cleared up, and An Yun's obedient change brought Zhang Ziwen a sense of relief. An Yun smiled, a sweet smile, her delicate face still streaked with tears, looking pitiful and endearing. A beautiful woman's smile always captivates, and even Zhang Ziwen, who had spent much time among women, couldn't resist. This beautiful girl was simply irresistible… Zhang Ziwen's warm embrace was alluring, but An Yun had to leave this embrace that made her heart flutter and intoxicated . As a flight attendant, her duties prevented her from lingering in Zhang Ziwen's arms. With no other choice, An Yun left his gentle embrace, turning back again and again, her reluctant little face breaking Zhang Ziwen's heart … When An Yun returned to first class, Zhang Ziwen was already fast asleep . An Yun went back to the lounge to get a thin blanket, the one she used during her long flights. The blanket still carried her alluring scent, and she gently covered him with it, her movements light and warm. Gentle, afraid of waking him, An Yun, who didn't call him a big jerk, revealed a tender and affectionate side. Before the misunderstanding was cleared up, Zhang Ziwen probably could only dream of receiving such treatment. Now he had it, but only while he was fast asleep. At this moment, An Yun's beautiful face was a little red... An Yun sat quietly on the chair next to him, watching him sleep. It was a face with distinct features, handsome, dashing, and composed. A hint of infatuation appeared in An Yun's beautiful eyes, and a trace of regret remained in her heart. If her sister were still alive, could she and he have made it work? "It'll work," An Yun comforted herself. Only such an outstanding man could be worthy of her beautiful sister. Her sister's gentleness and virtue would surely touch his heart. Deep down, she had this thought from the first moment she saw his photo. The two years she had hated him were also out of resentment for her sister . And while cursing Zhang Ziwen's photo, she had also deeply engraved his image in her heart. An Yun didn't realize that she would never forget the sleeping man beside her, and she would never forget him in the future... Her nose was a little stuffy, and she couldn't breathe. Was something wrong? Zhang Ziwen, with his extremely high sense of danger, suddenly opened his eyes . His muscles tensed instantly. What came into view was a beautiful and lovely face. It was An Yun. She was pinching her nose. It was already bright outside the porthole, and golden sunlight streamed in, making people feel refreshed. Seeing her mischievous smile, Zhang Ziwen smiled too. No wonder, there were no signs of danger on the plane, he was fast asleep, and his enhanced early warning system gave no warning whatsoever. Zhang Ziwen, who was always quite alert, had fallen for it. He gently reached out and grabbed her playful wrist. She didn't resist, but instead nestled into his arms... "Little rascal..." Zhang Ziwen smiled. In the past, she was always annoyed with him, a troublemaker, but now she was picking on him again. Yet, he felt an overwhelming tenderness and warmth in his heart.

"Sleeping like a pig, you wouldn't wake me up even if I touched you, so I had to pinch your nose." An Yun's breath was sweet and fragrant, her appearance
charming and lovely.

Zhang Ziwen was a little helpless; An Yun's little mouth was still relentless. She was probably the only one who could describe him as a pig
…

"By the way, I've been thinking about something, and you have to answer me honestly." An Yun's beautiful eyes
darted around cleverly.

"What is it?" Zhang Ziwen smiled; he was somewhat impressed by her bright, expressive eyes.

"Why would someone who's hiding from the military end up in America? That seems a bit far, doesn't it? Is there some other purpose?"
An Yun's beautiful eyes were fixed on him; she had truly been pondering this all night.

"This..." Zhang Ziwen hesitated for a moment before saying, "...It was a last-minute decision. I just
took a flight to America. There wasn't any particular purpose. As long as I left Zhonghai without being seen by the military, that was fine."

"Really..." An Yun sniffed and drawled, "...As an elite soldier,
you act without a purpose? Don't try to fool me. You can't even come up with a reason. Do you think you can fool me?" An Yun's eyes were full of
disbelief. She did have an answer in her mind, but she wanted to hear it from Zhang Ziwen.

This girl is cunning. Seeing An Yun's mischievous look, he felt he couldn't be fooled. He could only smile wryly and
say , "Just trust Brother Wen this once, okay? Why do you need a reason to go to America?"

"Hmph, you're not being honest. I didn't promise not to tattle on you. I can't keep my mouth shut if you don't confess
." An Yun pouted and resorted to threats.

"Hey... little girl, how can you go back on your word? I remember you
promised to keep it a secret as long as I told you why you were avoiding the military. You've turned on me so quickly."
Zhang .

"Tch, that's what you said. I was just listening, but I didn't promise you anything. I'm a little woman, so
it's normal for me to go back on my word. If you don't tell me honestly, I'll tell on you."
An Yun started acting like a spoiled brat, but her eyes were mischievous and smug, giving off the impression of a smug little woman.

Good heavens, is this what little women are like? Zhang Ziwen felt like he didn't recognize An Yun anymore. Just a moment ago she was all
sweet and cuddly, but now she's changed her mind faster than flipping through a book. He'd learned a lesson today; trusting women too easily is definitely a mistake.

"Tell me... brother..." An Yun snuggled into his arms, her voice so sweet it was almost unbearable.
Unconsciously her full, high breasts rubbed against Zhang Ziwen's chest, nearly killing the lecherous old man.

"Tell me...tell me..." Zhang Ziwen quickly agreed. She was irresistible; he couldn't handle her charm.

"Hehe...that's right..." An Yun's beautiful eyes gleamed with smugness. Her delicate body swayed slightly in his arms.
Her coquettishness always worked; it had worked on her sister before, and it still worked on him. She wasn't afraid he wouldn't tell the truth,
but little did she know that what truly mattered was her magnificent breasts.

"I...I want to go see Song Lin while I'm at it...that's all..." Zhang Ziwen swallowed,
unsure how to push her fragrant body away. He could clearly feel her full, elastic breasts—
so alluring, an irresistible temptation for any normal man. If this continued, it would be a disaster.

"Hmph, I knew you wanted to go see Sister Lin, how annoying..." An Yun pouted, her beautiful eyes revealing
displeasure.

"What? You don't like her?" Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened. Unity was paramount; he didn't want trouble in his own backyard.

"No, it's not that... it's just that I promised Sister Qing, and you're putting her in a difficult position." An Yun hadn't
forgotten her promise to Mu Qing. Since she had promised to supervise Zhang Ziwen, she couldn't go back on her word.

"Doesn't Xiao Qing like her? How could this be?" Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened even more. He knew Mu Qing's personality well;
when that girl got angry, he really couldn't handle her. She had quite a few mischievous ideas in her little head.

"Oh dear, how can I put it... Sister Qing didn't think that way..." An Yun realized she had let something
slip. She didn't want to portray Mu Qing as a jealous person in front of Zhang Ziwen. If it affected Mu Qing's
relationship with Zhang Ziwen, she would be in big trouble.

"Then... what happened? What did you promise your Sister Qing?" Zhang Ziwen's eyes were full of questions. An Yun's
usual mischievous antics came to mind. It turned out there was more to the story behind her not wanting him to get close to Song Lin.

"No, no, don't overthink it." An Yun, seeing the question in Zhang Ziwen's eyes, said a little guiltily
, "It's me... I don't want you to be unfaithful. You have Sister Shu and Sister Qing, yet you're still looking for other women. I feel sorry for
them , so... I volunteered to keep an eye on you for them." An Yun had no choice but to take full responsibility,
although it was indeed she who volunteered, and Mu Qing tacitly approved of her actions.

So that's how it is. Zhang Ziwen breathed a slight sigh of relief. This girl had always thought he was an unfaithful person,
so it was understandable that he meddle in this trivial matter, as long as Mu Qing wasn't jealous. Thinking of this, Zhang Ziwen
felt a little relieved. He cared a lot about Mu Qing, and if she used this to make trouble for him, he would really
feel guilty .

"You heartbreaker, are you angry with me?" An Yun saw that Zhang Ziwen was silent and thought he was blaming her for meddling.

“No…” Zhang Ziwen slowly shook his head, but the words “womanizer” sounded a bit harsh, and he
blushed slightly before continuing, “…Don’t call me a womanizer anymore. What kind of sister talks about
her brother ?”

“You are one, aren’t you? You have two beautiful women by your side, yet you bring other women home and you won’t even let people
talk about it.” An Yun’s beautiful eyes revealed her dissatisfaction.

“What does this little girl know? Song Lin and I have many things going on together. How could I betray her?”
Zhang Ziwen understood her gaze; the girl’s expressive eyes conveyed strong displeasure.

"So many things? You and her... you... did that?" An Yun regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth, her face flushing
red . The words were a bit too explicit. At the same time, she remembered Zhang Ziwen mistaking her for Song Lin.
The scene on the bed instantly flashed into her mind: his half-naked body, his wet, hot lips, and his wanton violation. The memory was clear, and An
Yun's blush couldn't be hidden. She felt incredibly ashamed, and she wanted to snuggle into Zhang Ziwen's arms...

Chapter 242 Yearning in the Heart, Unhappy and Speechless.

An Yun's meaning was clear. Zhang Ziwen didn't know how to answer. How could she even ask about men and women? He
glanced awkwardly at An Yun in his arms. This glance was
enough to make Zhang Ziwen inwardly cry out. The scene before him was incredibly alluring. An Yun's delicate, flushed face trembled in his heart. This girl's beauty was extraordinary;
no man could resist the blush on her face. Zhang Ziwen couldn't resist either. His gaze became fixed.

"How annoying, staring at me like that..." An Yun said coquettishly. When she stole a glance at him, she met his
unwavering gaze. She couldn't stand it and regretted her earlier blatant question. Did he think he knew everything? Oh no
, An Yun was even more embarrassed, but there was nowhere to hide. In desperation, she buried her head in Zhang Ziwen's arms, burying all her shame in
her chest.

Oh no! Zhang Ziwen was at a loss, unsure whether to hug her or push her away. A soft, fragrant body lay in his arms,
her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils, and the lingering echo of her sweet, coquettish voice filled his ears. He couldn't resist the irresistible temptation, a powerful,
almost unbearable urge. He felt an intense, awkward physical reaction. Zhang Ziwen didn't want to have any impure thoughts, but he couldn't control himself. A hot-blooded young man
like him couldn't resist such temptation. This wasn't right, it was really wrong. An Yun today was completely different from before. He
wished she were back to

her fierce self… His heart was pounding. An Yun could feel his joyful heartbeat. His embrace made her feel comfortable and warm,
and his masculine scent inappropriately stirred her heartstrings. With his joyful heartbeat, An… Yun
's heart pounded with joy. This feeling was strange and made her a little flustered. She felt she
had gone a bit too far with him...

The plane flew smoothly, and the two, their misunderstanding cleared up, snuggled together intimately. However, both of them
were in turmoil. They both wanted to leave each other's bodies, but they didn't want the other to see their unease. They
wanted to be natural, but they didn't know how to be natural. Until they figured out a way, they could only stay snuggled together,
struggling and lost in thought...

An Yun frequently visited the first-class cabin, and the last time she came, she lingered and
sat down next to Zhang Ziwen. Zhang Ziwen had defeated terrorists, rescued more than 300 passengers, saved
the lives of several flight attendants, averted a tragedy of plane crash and loss of life, and saved Zhonghai Airlines from huge losses. She
had received special permission from the captain to come to the first-class cabin to accompany Zhang Ziwen. Moreover, the whole world knows about An Yun and Zhang Ziwen
's life-and-death romance, so having her accompany Zhang Ziwen is perfectly appropriate. When the crew members learned that the famous
Zhang Ziwen was on the plane, the entire crew erupted in excitement. The flight attendants swarmed around Zhang Ziwen like a revolving lantern,
asking for autographs and photos, completely disregarding the rules of the plane. It's understandable; these flight attendants were the same group of cabin crew Zhang Ziwen had rescued
. Seeing their savior wasn't unreasonable, but their enthusiasm was overwhelming for Zhang Ziwen. The fragrant
breeze and soft, alluring bodies made him feel incredibly fortunate…

"Heh… you womanizer, aren't all the flight attendants in our group beautiful? Look at you." An Yun's beautiful eyes were
full of teasing; she had seen his embarrassed state when he was surrounded by flight attendants earlier.

"…Don't call me a womanizer, okay?" Zhang Ziwen smiled wryly, somewhat helpless at
the nickname .

"You are! You yourself say you have many beautiful women around you? Aren't you a womanizer?" An Yun bluntly exposed
Zhang Ziwen's true colors.

Zhang Ziwen was a little embarrassed. What she said was indeed true, and he couldn't refute it. However, being exposed by such a
young girl left him feeling uneasy. He admitted to being amorous, but he was very unwilling to admit to being a womanizer.

"Hehe... Actually, you shouldn't blame yourself. With your looks, it wouldn't matter if you had a few more beautiful women around you, as long as Xiao
Shu and Sister Qing agree." An Yun said, moving closer to him and breathing softly. "Hehe
... If you really go to see Sister Lin, I won't tell on you, but..."

"But what?" Zhang Ziwen was secretly delighted. He didn't want the women at home to know about his trip to America, so anything
was fine.

"But you have to take me with you." A sly glint appeared in An Yun's eyes. She thought smugly, "If I take you with me
, I'll definitely sabotage you. Humph, you want to cheat? No way.

" "...With me? You're not working anymore?" Zhang Ziwen was a little reluctant. Besides seeing Song Lin,
there was another place he longed for, a place that was his pain and his secret. He
didn't want take a mischievous girl with him.

"No need, the captain has already agreed to let me accompany you the whole time, hee hee... just tell me if you're taking me or not? If you don't
, that's fine, but... my mouth isn't very tight, what if I accidentally let something slip on the phone... don't blame me."
An Yun giggled, her little mouth exhaling sweet fragrance, while her beautiful, expressive eyes were full of mischief. Threatening was her
forte, and she was confident she could handle her kind-hearted brother.

It seemed refusing this beautiful, clingy girl wouldn't work. Zhang Ziwen was helpless. To avoid his family's speculation
and worry, he could only painfully agree to her request. In his heart, he could only pray that this mischievous,
troublesome An Yun wouldn't cause any more trouble…

The plane slowly landed in New York. It was early morning, the air was fresh, and the sun was shining brightly. This was
Zhang Ziwen's third time setting foot in this country, but he felt a different kind of emotion. A bitter feeling welled up inside him. Tang
Ying, this stunningly beautiful woman, remained a knot in his heart. He had once expressed his love for her,
but she had cruelly rejected him. He was heartbroken and ashamed to face her. He had warned himself never to see her again,
but now, in the same city as her, he felt an urgent longing. He hadn't seen her in so long,
and he wondered how she was doing. Was she… alright? Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. He longed for her but was afraid
to see her. He didn't know how to appear before her; he was conflicted…

The Hilton Hotel, a globally renowned InterContinental chain hotel, was a suite at An Yun's request.
She didn't mind sharing a room with him. After all, the suite had two rooms and two beds, so she had to
stay with Zhang Ziwen around the clock to prevent him from sneaking off to meet Song Lin under her nose. In her mind, she
had this explanation: she had to keep an eye on the philanderer for Xiao Shu and Mu Qing. As for whether it was a cover-up, she probably
didn't even know herself…

After putting their simple luggage into the luxurious and comfortable room, the two tidied themselves up and went downstairs together.
An Yun, who had changed out of her flight attendant uniform, was now wearing a leather jacket and skirt. Dressed quite fashionably, with a trendy and avant-garde outfit, a slender and
graceful figure, a stunningly beautiful face, and expressive, bright eyes, she
exuded youth, vivacity, and beauty. She affectionately linked arms with Zhang Ziwen as they entered the third-floor Western restaurant. Having a beautiful woman by his side was indeed a pleasant thing; at least
Zhang Ziwen could feel the elasticity of her arm. It was a little alluring, but he didn't reject the feeling of being flirted with by a woman.

"What should we do? Sister Lin isn't in New York. Should we go to Los Angeles?" An Yun forked a small piece
of steak into her mouth, feigning concern, but a hint of schadenfreude flickered in her beautiful eyes.

“No need, we can just wait for her to come back here. She won’t be gone for more than two days to film.” Zhang Ziwen didn’t
catch her gaze. He usually avoided eye contact with her; he couldn’t resist looking into her eyes. This
girl ’s eyes were too expressive.

“Okay then, you’ll accompany me to shop around New York City for the next couple of days. I’ve never really had a proper look around since I came here, hee… You wouldn’t mind accompanying
a beautiful woman shopping, would you?” A hint of smugness flashed in An Yun’s eyes. Even if he wanted to go to Los Angeles, she
would find a way to stop him.

“Go ahead and shop, wherever you want.” Zhang Ziwen raised his glass of red wine and clinked it against hers. Since
he was the older brother, it was only right that he fulfilled his responsibility.

An Yun was secretly delighted. Zhang Zi in front of her seemed genuinely kind and honest, unlike how he used to avoid her like the
plague. Having such a kind and honest older brother wasn't bad at all. The little girl was secretly pleased. At this moment, she even had the idea of possessing this kind and honest older brother
for life . But then she thought it was unrealistic. Xiao Shu and Mu Qing already had
a place in his heart. It was fine for her to dream, but it was probably not enough to prevent other people from entering his life. Song
Lin, this beautiful woman was not easy to deal with. This kind and honest older brother seemed to care about her quite a bit, and she had already been accepted as a member of the family by Sister Li and
Xiao Shu. It seemed unlikely that he could stop their good fortune. Why were all the women who liked him so beautiful?
Each one was more outstanding than the last, and An Yun felt a little frustrated...

Zhang Ziwen was unaware of An Yun's wild thoughts. He ate a beat faster, and while An Yun was still
elegantly forking her steak, his plate was already empty. He lit a cigarette, and as the smoke swirled, he pondered
how to find Tang Ying...

It was late at night, and the door to Zhang Ziwen's room opened quietly. He tiptoed out of the room, and An Yun
was sleeping on the large bed outside. She didn't seem to be wary of this philandering older brother. This was the bed she had chosen herself
because Zhang Ziwen had to pass by this large bed to leave the suite. With her here guarding the door, she wasn't afraid he would sneak
out at night. However, she had encountered a master of night-time movement like Zhang Ziwen, and she was fast asleep in bed without any awareness of waking up.
What was she dreaming about? A faint, sweet smile lingered on her beautiful face. Looking at her
sleeping , adorable form, Zhang Ziwen smiled, a tenderness welling in his eyes. An Yun, asleep,
was utterly endearing; the little girl had been bothering him all night, it was time for her to quiet down…

The streets were still bustling late at night. New York's nightlife was just beginning. Skyscrapers stood tall
against the dark sky, neon lights shimmered, drunkards, prostitutes, and hippies roamed the streets, while working
professionals came and went. In the distance, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard; New York's security had always been poor, earning it the reputation of…
Despite being a crime-ridden city, this didn't diminish the vibrant nightlife of this famous metropolis…

As the taxi approached the villa, Zhang Ziwen didn't ask the driver to stop but continued
driving . He noticed numerous people, both overt and covert, monitoring the area around Tang Ying's villa.
He casually observed them as they passed, noting that their security measures seemed
harmless towards the villa's occupants. Intuitively, these weren't Tang Ying's subordinates. Who could they be? Their methods were so
professional—could they be security personnel sent by the US government? If so, Tang Ying's background
was far too mysterious. Was it true, as rumored, that she was connected to a European royal family? Zhang
Ziwen pondered for a moment. He knew a little about Tang Ying's powerful background; her aristocratic manners, elegant
speech, and intelligent eyes all revealed her noble status. Zhang
Ziwen was eager to know Tang Ying's true identity, but she seemed unwilling to reveal anything about her past. He wasn't the type
to be overly curious and pry into her privacy; he didn't want to offend her. Since she didn't want to talk about it, Zhang Ziwen didn't press the matter. However,
he firmly believed that if Tang Ying wanted to tell him, he would naturally understand. His curiosity only
briefly crossed his mind; further thought was pointless. Zhang Ziwen hailed a taxi and stopped. They were already quite far from the villa…

The night was long. A dark figure moved swiftly, stealthily seeking out blind spots in the darkness.
The figure blended almost seamlessly into the night, quickly reaching the corner of the villa. There, in complete darkness,
the figure remained motionless against the wall, able to evade several hidden stakes and surveillance cameras to reach this location. Aside from
Zhang Ziwen, few in the world possessed such exceptional skill. Dressed entirely in black, he stood frozen
like a statue, waiting for two men in suits to pass by. These were visible sentries; Zhang Ziwen
roughly counted at least ten such groups patrolling the villa's perimeter, making
the defense extremely tight.

Two men in suits casually approached, less than 4 meters from the wall Zhang Ziwen was pressed against. They
were unaware of the skilled infiltrator so close at hand, nor did they expect someone to break through the layers of defenses and stick to that cold
wall. Using blind spots and stealth techniques, combined with boldness and meticulousness, Zhang Ziwen's calculations were precise. These two patrolling
security personnel wouldn't notice him until they were within 2 meters; they practically brushed past him. In 15 seconds,
another patrol would arrive, each group no more than 20 meters apart—a standard safe distance.
The soft squeak of Zhang Ziwen's black clothes against the wall filled the air as he slithered up like a gecko. The high wall couldn't stop
someone with a purpose . With a series of nimble movements, Zhang Ziwen had already reached a corner of the villa...

Chapter 243 A Contradictory Heart, Unhappy and Speechless.

The area inside the villa was under the control of Tang Ying's men, with both visible and hidden sentries. Zhang Ziwen felt
bitter . He could have entered the villa openly, but he didn't dare. He planned to secretly glance at her and then
leave. Unable to openly love her, he could only secretly love her. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen was like a lovesick vagabond trying to meet
a noblewoman . Reserved and shallow, he had created a modern version of Romeo and Juliet for himself.
Even his idea of asking Tang Ying to help him with the matter of the army's arrival was temporarily abandoned because he was too ashamed to face her.
It seemed that the original plan made at Zhonghai Airport would have to be reconsidered. Zhang Ziwen sighed softly in his heart. Maybe he came to America
just to secretly see her? Asking her for advice was probably just an excuse. Now,
experiencing it firsthand , Zhang Ziwen finally understood his true feelings, and also realized that he could never truly let go of
the noble Tang Ying.

Zhang Ziwen didn't sneak into the villa. Tang Ying's security was much
better . With such high-level protection, there was definitely an infrared early warning system. He hadn't brought night vision.
The surveillance equipment couldn't penetrate the crisscrossing infrared beams. There was no other way; he was destined to climb over the balcony from the outside. Zhang Ziwen
smiled bitterly, involuntarily recalling the scene of climbing over the balcony into Adiya's bedroom. It seemed that seeing her this way
had become a habit.

The numerous surveillance cameras were useless against Zhang Ziwen. Having often done shady things, he accurately
located the blind spots of the cameras. When it came to privacy, he knew very well that the area outside Tang Ying's balcony was the weakest
point of surveillance—the most dangerous place was the safest. This was true. Zhang Ziwen easily climbed onto the third-floor balcony,
his nimble figure slipping inside smoothly. It was winter, and the balcony door was tightly closed. Zhang Ziwen took out
a door was already slightly ajar
. He reached out and pulled it slightly, shifting his body to the side. The numerous security personnel outside would never have dreamed that
a sneaked into the lady's room.

The bedroom was warm and cozy, the bedside lamp casting a soft glow. A woman's unique fragrance filled the
room , an alluring scent that Zhang Ziwen caught. His heart skipped a beat. The bed was right in front of him. Crouching low,
he cautiously leaned forward, his heart pounding. He saw Tang Ying, the woman he had been dreaming of. She lay quietly on
the large, soft bed, the gentle light softly illuminating her beautifully sculpted face. Serene and peaceful, her
long, black hair casually draped over the pillow. A thin silk blanket covered her delicate body. She slept soundly, her brows
slightly furrowed, as if lost in thought, her beautiful eyes half-closed, highlighting the length of her delicate eyelashes. Her breath was soft and
delicate Beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful sleeping beauty. Zhang Ziwen's heart leaped into his chest, and his
breathing became labored. Tang Ying's beauty was almost suffocating him.

Zhang Ziwen couldn't get enough of the sleeping beauty on the bed. His gaze lingered on her soft, moist lips,
so alluring that he almost couldn't resist the urge to taste them. He nearly gave in, but he didn't dare. He couldn't muster the courage
to defile the stunningly beautiful Tang Ying. With a heavy heart, Zhang Ziwen withdrew his lingering gaze, reached into
his robes, and pulled out two beautifully wrapped long boxes. The boxes weren't large, but the value of their contents was palpable.
These were gifts entrusted to him by the head of the horse racing club to deliver to Tang Ying, one of which was for some minor figure. Zhang Ziwen
hadn't forgotten his request; this was one of his reasons for seeing Tang Ying. However, his visit had turned into a clandestine
act of voyeurism. He couldn't bring himself to face Tang Ying directly. He gently placed the two gift boxes on the bedside table,
confident that Tang Ying would see them when she woke up in the morning…

Having seen the beauty and delivered the gifts, Zhang Ziwen's nighttime surveillance seemed to be coming to an end. Was he really going to leave
like this ? Having overcome countless obstacles to enter this warm room, and
only stayed for less than ten minutes, was he really going to leave? Zhang Ziwen was reluctant, but he simply couldn't muster the courage to wake Tang Ying, much less
the courage to confess his feelings to her once she was awake. He missed her, longed for her, yet couldn't face her. Zhang Ziwen was conflicted.
He was unwilling to leave the beauty on the bed, but what could he do? This super elite was
utterly helpless in the face of the delicate beauty on the bed, feeling lost, helpless, and a painful sense of powerlessness...

Zhang Ziwen slowly retreated, step by step, towards the door. His steps were light and increasingly slow,
as if an invisible thread was binding him. His gaze never left the sleeping Tang Ying on the bed;
his eyes were filled with reluctance and longing. Go, staying here is pointless. He'd seen her,
what was there to linger for? A voice inside Zhang Ziwen urged him to leave her.
He sighed softly.

The balcony door opened gently, letting in a wisp of cold air before closing silently. Zhang Ziwen's figure vanished
from the warm, spring-like room. The bedroom remained exactly as he had entered; had it not been for the gift box sitting quietly on the bedside table
, no one would have known someone had broken in.

Zhang Ziwen probably thought he had gotten away with it, but he never dreamed that as he slipped out the door,
Tang Ying, lying on the bed, stirred. Her beautiful eyes opened. He was gone. A
moistness welled up in her eyes, and a crystal tear rolled down her beautiful face. She had been pretending to be asleep all along;
she hadn't slept at all when Zhang Ziwen came. Every night she was like this, every night she would think about many things.
Tonight , lying in bed, she had a strange feeling in her heart. This feeling made her uneasy, made it hard for her to fall asleep,
but this unease also made her yearn and anticipate. A woman's intuition is always very keen, and that strange feeling of anticipation soon
arrived. She felt a slight coolness the moment the door opened and closed; someone had sneaked in. But she
felt no danger at all; on the contrary, her heart was pounding. Familiarity. She felt a familiar presence. She vaguely
guessed who had sneaked in. Joy, shyness, longing, her heart pounding. The moment he entered, she hurriedly closed
her beautiful eyes...

It was him, it really was him! Tang Ying's heart leaped into her chest with joy. She was certain the person standing by the bed was
Zhang Ziwen , the Zhang Ziwen she could never forget, the Zhang Ziwen who caused her heartache and turmoil... He
stood quietly by the bed, but she felt his gentle yet bewildered gaze. She sensed his pain and
hesitation , and she sighed inwardly, realizing she felt the same way. Lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, she appeared calm on the surface, but
her heart was already a raging storm.

It had been so long since she'd seen him. Was he alright? She longed to open her eyes and see him, but she dared not.
She couldn't muster the courage. She knew her own heart; she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control her emotions. Too many things prevented her from
facing him. Social conventions and status, age and taboos—she couldn't open her yearning eyes. She could only wait for him to quietly
leave, filled with pain, helplessness, and regret...

He finally left. He didn't bother her, nor did he steal a kiss. Tang Ying felt a slight regret.
She gently sat up and leaned back on the soft pillow. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. That tormenting
little guy... Tang Ying sighed softly. These past few days, not a single day had passed without her thinking of Zhang Ziwen. From
the first time they met in the lingerie store, countless memories kept creeping into her mind, refusing to leave.
How could she be like this? When did she start to be so fixated on him?

Tang Ying had thought back carefully. Their second encounter in Adiya was merely admiration—admiration for his untamed
spirit calm and composed expression, and his clear, deep eyes. She didn't deny that this young man had feelings for her...
She felt an inexplicable attraction to him, but it wasn't love, just admiration. What about the third time?
Why wasn't she angry when he sneaked into her bedroom the third time? Had she developed feelings for him then? No,
Tang Ying rejected that thought. The fourth time, he sneaked into her bedroom again and saw her
wearing pierced underwear. How embarrassing! Tang Ying blushed at the memory of that moment. This little guy always
liked to climb windows and walls; he was such a mischievous boy, and he hadn't shaken off that bad habit. A hint of
pity and tenderness appeared in Tang Ying's beautiful eyes…

She had even been violated by him before—was it an accident? Tang Ying tried to find excuses for him. Every time she thought of that embarrassing
and chaotic scene, Tang Ying made excuses for him, trying to justify her actions. She seemed very
angry that angry? It seemed not quite like that. Tang Ying sighed softly, her mind a jumble of emotions. She was conflicted about his
violation of her, her heart filled with unease ever since, gripped by his physical presence and
masculine aura. No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of her. Though it was an accident, it was something she absolutely couldn't
allow to happen. If it weren't for Xiao Shu, she might have already dealt with him. But could she really bring herself to do it?
Reflecting on it afterward, Tang Ying reluctantly rejected the thought. She was incredibly reluctant. Perhaps she forgave him
because Xiao Shu was by his side? Maybe that was it. Tang Ying kept searching for excuses to be kind to him, excuses to let
him go...

A sense of contradiction and helplessness surfaced on Tang Ying's beautiful face, but her expression quickly turned to one of lingering fear. She recalled
that terrifying and shocking scene, the powerful explosion, the heroic and fearless collision, the shock of the car being
lifted into , and how he was carried out of the car, his face and body covered in blood, unconscious. At that time, her
heart almost broke; his life hung by a thread. Thinking of this, a trace of lingering fear appeared in Tang Ying's beautiful eyes.
She had been shaken by what she had witnessed. At that moment, she seemed so afraid of losing him forever, so afraid that he had
risked his life for her. Why was he willing to give up his life for her? He was so foolish. A trace of confusion
appeared , perhaps it had started when he crashed into the car bomb? Perhaps it was from that moment that her heart began
to flutter with anxiety. She only knew that if he could come back to life, she would give him whatever he wanted, everything she had,
perhaps even herself. She seemed to have made such a promise while he was unconscious. And now, when he was alive,
the joy in her heart was indescribable. She felt as if she had returned to her youthful days, when
she longed to snuggle into his arms, hug him, kiss him, and love him. Thinking of this, Tang Ying's beautiful face couldn't help but
blush, a little shy. She remembered the various awkward moments when she cared for him, how she had endured them, and
even seemed to enjoy his embarrassed state. He was so young, so seriously injured yet still having such wild thoughts. Tang
Ying recalled how her beautiful face had turned an even deeper red when he reacted to her body, a shy
and charming Tang Ying suppressed her racing heart. She was puzzled by her strange feelings. He
had a physical reaction to her, yet she didn't seem to blame him at all; on the contrary, she felt a hidden happiness. Why was
she happy? Tang Ying thought shyly, was it because she was attractive to him? Thinking of this, a wave of shyness washed over Tang
Ying. She almost couldn't resist covering her flushed face with the thin silk quilt. So embarrassing...

The night was cold and chilly, a cold wind blowing in gusts. Zhang Ziwen, with his collar turned up and hands in his pockets, strolled through the streets of New York.
He wanted to walk like this, the chill making him shrink back, occasionally bumping into drunkards, but
he didn't care at all. He was feeling lost, empty inside, with an indescribable depression.
He was still thinking about how Tang Ying was so close, yet he couldn't talk to her face to face. Not being able to face the woman he loved
was probably the greatest pain in the world. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen was in unbearable pain...

Just around the corner was the Hilton Hotel. A walk in the breeze could
soothe a bad mood, and the cool air helped Zhang Ziwen ease his frustration. He sighed softly
, as if trying to release his pent-up emotions. The Hilton Hotel was now in sight. Was An Yun
still dreaming? Zhang Ziwen quickened his pace unconsciously; after all, it was warmer inside than outside…

Ahead were several white men, dressed in leather jackets and pants, adorned with earrings, bracelets, and decorative metal chains. Their
strange attire made them look like street thugs. They seemed to be arguing about something, shouting loudly
. Zhang Ziwen glanced over casually; they didn't look like good guys. Was it a robbery? Damn,
his hands were itching. Zhang Ziwen slowly approached, deciding to get involved…

Chapter 244 Extremely Serious Offender

"...Get away...Don't touch me...Get out..." It was a woman's voice, speaking fluent
and angry English.

Zhang Ziwen was shocked and pounced on her. Damn scoundrel! Zhang Ziwen's
anger . He recognized An Yun's voice. The little girl was in trouble. How could this be?

* One of the white men on the periphery felt a whoosh behind his head, followed by a sharp pain in his back, and he was
sent flying. Before the other white men could even understand what was happening, a black figure
pounced forward swiftly. The two white men who were pulling at An Yun immediately felt their wrists being firmly embedded in the divisor.
As they tried to resist, excruciating pain struck, and their wrists were snapped with a 'crack,' exposing the white bone.
Amidst screams of agony, Zhang Ziwen did not stop. His hands moved wildly, his attacks cruel and fierce. An Yun was in danger, and
Zhang Ziwen showed no mercy. He had only one thought: to cripple these sons of bitches. His figure
darted among the already injured men again. He flew through the air, his movements wide and powerful, a head-on collision. Against these
burly , he didn't need any special skills. He unusually used authentic Chinese Kung Fu, his body movements
fluid and graceful. With palm strikes and kicks, the white men were already thrown several meters away, safe.
5 In seconds, thanks to Zhang Ziwen's powerful and swift attack, An Yun was safe; there were no more
dangerous .

Several writhing bodies on the ground screamed and groaned in pain, their cries particularly jarring in the night. These white men
never imagined their lives would end like this. All their wrists and sternums were shattered, blood clots were constantly spitting from their mouths, and
several ribs were broken as they crashed heavily to the ground. They were completely crippled; the world had gained a few more disabled people.
This is Chinese Kung Fu. In the movies, they witnessed Bruce Lee's magnificent kung fu; in reality, they personally
experienced the essence of Chinese Kung Fu. Kung Fu is not just about being flashy and beautiful. Zhang Ziwen showed them
the thunderous power of Chinese Kung Fu. They didn't even have time to see clearly before they were crippled. It was too late for regrets. Not just
any beautiful woman is someone they can touch. These thugs, who were used to bullying others on the streets,
probably regretted meeting An Yun for the rest of their lives...

"Alright, it's alright..." Zhang Ziwen gently embraced An Yun's trembling body, softly comforting her,
a stark contrast to his previous ferocious expression.

An Yun looked up at him with her beautiful, tearful eyes. The tenderness on his face touched her heart, but
she felt wronged. She had woken up in the middle of the night and sneaked into Zhang Ziwen's room, intending to playfully pinch his nose, but the bed
was empty. This guy had secretly slipped out without telling her. Her kind older brother was not kind at all; he had been up to no good all along
. An Yun was furious. She swore that she would find this bad older brother and make him pay. She couldn't tolerate
Zhang Ziwen doing shady things behind her back. Who knew if he had other women in America?

An Yun's luck was indeed bad; she was too attractive to commit crimes. She ran into some thugs not far from the hotel.
These thugs showed no mercy to such a beautiful foreign woman, surrounding her and pulling at her with the aim of abducting her
. The consequences of being taken away by them were unimaginable. An Yun's delicate body trembled; she nestled
unsteadily , terrified. Had Zhang Ziwen not intervened in time, she would have been dragged into a side alley beside the hotel.
Thank goodness! When she witnessed Zhang Ziwen's furious attack, she was shocked. At that moment, she deeply felt how much
Zhang Ziwen cared for her. Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, a sweet happiness mixed with fear—
this was the man who could give her safety.

But quickly, the happiness in An Yun's eyes vanished, replaced by resentment and anger.
If
malice, decided to take revenge—to avenge Zhang Ziwen's ingratitude. She attacked Zhang Ziwen, the man who had saved her.

Ouch! Zhang Ziwen grimaced. He never expected the pitiful An Yun to suddenly
attack . A woman's heart is unfathomable, he experienced once again, this time on his chest. The little girl
had bitten him hard, a physical torment.

"Hey... are you crazy..." Zhang Ziwen hissed, the pain intense. This girl's bite was too hard.

"I am crazy... it's all your fault, all your fault! You're so annoying, I hate you!" An Yun's small fists
pounded on his chest, her voice trembling with tears.

"Stop it, okay? Okay... it's my fault. If Brother Wen had come back earlier, this wouldn't have happened." Zhang Ziwen figured out
why she was angry, but he had to grab her small hands. Although she was weak, she
still couldn't bear the blows from where she had bitten him.

"You're annoying! You know how to blame yourself? You made me come out looking for you, sneaking around like a ghost! I don't know where you ran off
to!" An Yun huffed, her lips pouting, tears still streaming down her face.

"Yes, yes, Brother Wen, it's not good. Let's go back to the hotel. It's cold here. You can do whatever you want
back
there." Zhang Ziwen looked at her angry little face, his heart filled with pity. At the same time, he was still afraid of what had happened earlier. If he hadn't come back in time, An Yun would have been in big trouble. Just thinking about it made his back break out in a cold sweat.

This guy's attitude was so sincere that An Yun seemed to calm down a bit. She said softly, "You said... I can do whatever you want?"
Her beautiful eyes revealed a mischievous look.

"Well... whatever you want." Zhang Ziwen regretted it a little. He was most afraid of women showing that kind of look
. There was never anything good in her eyes.

"Going back is fine, but... I'm not calm yet. Let me bite you again." An Yun's tearful eyes were
a little sinister. She even ground her neat pearly teeth. Her teeth were itching now. Her hand was held by him and she couldn't move. She could bite, but
she felt that she hadn't bitten hard enough before.

"No..." Zhang Ziwen was startled. How could she bite like that? This girl had no sense of restraint
. He couldn't handle it.

"Tch... I knew you were just trying to coax me..." An Yun pouted. Seeing the wary look in Zhang Ziwen's eyes, she felt a pang
of and decided against biting him.

"You already bit me, it still hurts. Okay, stop it, alright? I'll make it up to you later
, okay " Zhang Ziwen coaxed her. He felt that An Yun was both his precious darling and his nemesis, so
he couldn't help but spoil and indulge her.

"...Fine, let's go back then." An Yun's soft body leaned against him, and she said in a snuggled voice, "...
I'm too weak, I want you to carry me back." Since she couldn't move, she resorted to pleading. Being carried back to the hotel by him
wasn't bad either. Having experienced it once before, she liked the feeling of being carried in his arms.

The fickle little girl, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her delicate body, Zhang Ziwen sniffed, finding
it somewhat amusing. This girl was no longer a child, yet she still acted like a spoiled brat. However, carrying her fragrant body back to the hotel wasn't
such a bad thing. Zhang Ziwen still had to fulfill her little prank. He bent down slightly, put his arm around her, and An Yun
let out a soft cry as she was already in Zhang Ziwen's arms. She felt light and airy. An Yun had an excellent figure and weight, so he didn't
feel any strain at all. Her soft, fragrant body nestled tightly against him made his heart beat
very fast .

Feeling comfortable, An Yun was secretly delighted. Her delicate hands tightly wrapped around Zhang Ziwen's neck, and she buried her head
in his broad shoulders. His masculine scent made her dizzy, but her teeth still itched. She
resisted the urge to bite his shoulder, because being held by him seemed more pleasurable than biting him...

Something was wrong. Zhang Ziwen hadn't taken two steps when he saw the fear in An Yun's eyes. Then he
felt a whoosh behind him—someone was attacking! Without turning around, Zhang Ziwen spun around and delivered a side kick. With a 'crack,'
a figure flew out, along with a black cane. The movements were fluid.
The moment Zhang Ziwen's foot landed, his other foot kicked out. Another person who had already assumed an attacking stance was
sent flying, crashing heavily several meters away. Clean and swift, Zhang Ziwen showed no mercy to those who attacked
.

Before Zhang Ziwen could even catch his breath, he saw more than ten figures rushing towards him.
The roar of car engines filled the air—there were at least five cars. Several sharp, piercing brake screech followed, and Zhang Ziwen was
trapped on the street. They were police officers. When he recognized who was attacking him, Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly; the attackers were probably...
"Undressed policeman, there's been a misunderstanding. Those two plainclothes officers are probably also incapacitated?" He usually shows no
mercy Zhang Ziwen inwardly cursed his luck, hoping the two officers would survive.

Soon, Zhang Ziwen was surrounded. He stood still, not putting An Yun, whom he was holding, down.
He couldn't escape in this situation. He could easily break through, but what about An Yun? Zhang Ziwen groaned inwardly.
He knew what kind of treatment the police would give him if he surrendered, but he had no choice; suffering seemed
unavoidable .

The arriving police included both uniformed and plainclothes officers. Learning from the previous incident, the officers who rushed forward didn't dare approach
Zhang Ziwen . They stopped a few meters away, surrounding him in the middle of the street,
each holding a pistol pointed at his head. The disabled man lying on the ground and his two
colleagues proved this man was extremely dangerous.

Someone must have called the police. The police arrived quickly; in post-9/11 New York, police efficiency was extremely
high, and citizens were much more vigilant towards unidentified foreigners. Zhang Ziwen's skillful actions had naturally prompted those
unsuspecting passersby to call the police immediately. One person taking down several burly men in seconds was
more terrifying than a terrorist. It

was probably another wrongful conviction. Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of resentment. It seemed he had some
deep-seated 'd had a misunderstanding with them in Shanghai, been questioned by police in Japan, and even engaged in a high-speed chase with them in Hong Kong
. Now, he'd messed with the New York police. Damn it, it was like karma from a past life. What could he do? He
could only accept reality with a bitter smile, trying to keep a relaxed expression. He didn't want to provoke these armed officers.
If a nervous officer accidentally discharged a gun, it was no joke. Holding An Yun tightly was also a way to
reassure them feel more at ease.

Seeing this terrifying scene, An Yun knew that Zhang Ziwen had been misunderstood by the police. She reluctantly left
Zhang Ziwen 's embrace and protested, but to no avail. She could only watch helplessly as Zhang Ziwen
was tackled to the ground by a group of fierce American police officers. Police from all countries use the same methods to arrest people: tripping, falling to the ground, twisting the arm, handcuffing,
and even grabbing the suspect's hair to get up were all done in the same way. Zhang Ziwen helplessly accepted it, letting these police officers
deliver a stylish final blow.

An Yun's tears flowed uncontrollably; she was going crazy. When she saw Zhang Ziwen being brutally thrown to the ground,
her frail body struggled desperately, her small mouth protesting angrily. She was like a furious little lioness; her
heart ached terribly. How could she bear to watch Zhang Ziwen be humiliated and treated so cruelly? But she had already been restrained by two
police officers , and her struggles were futile. Watching Zhang Ziwen being pulled up by his hair, his head
tilted back in pain, An Yun's heart was breaking. At this moment, she hated herself so much—hated herself for being so meddlesome, hated
herself for causing him so much trouble. If it weren't for her, would he have been treated so brutally? When An Yun saw
Zhang Ziwen 's comforting look, her heart trembled, and tears streamed down her angry and heartbroken face.
Even in this situation, he still cared about her feelings; her heart was bleeding…

Two strong police officers shoved Zhang Ziwen into the police car, flanking him on either side. Dealing with a dangerous
individual , the two dared not be careless. Even with Zhang Ziwen's hands cuffed behind his back and cooperating, they still
tightly gripped his arms. American police officers, who valued their lives highly, wouldn't
lower their guard just because a suspect was temporarily under control. The facts were clear: the thugs on the ground hadn't stopped howling in
pain , their limbs broken—a horrifying sight. No police officer would risk their life.
Zhang Ziwen was frustrated; until the misunderstanding was cleared up, he was forced to accept this inhuman treatment. Was he really that young?
Damn it!

With flashing lights and sirens, several police cars drove away from the scene, and An Yun was taken to another police car
that followed closely behind.

In front of the New York Police Department building, several fully armed
police officers were already waiting at the entrance. Somewhat exaggeratedly, each of them was also holding a long metal pole with a
lock at the end. As soon as the police car carrying Zhang Ziwen came to a stop, the armed police officers rushed forward, and the metal lock accurately
locked Zhang Ziwen's neck, wrists, and calves, their movements swift and precise...

Chapter 245 American Trouble

In American history, two people have enjoyed this kind of torture device treatment: one was the chainsaw maniac, and the other
was the infamous cannibalistic doctor. Now, there is another one, and it is the turn of Zhang Ziwen, a kung fu master from China
. The metal pole is three meters long, and the safe distance is maintained. Using this method to lift and lock the suspect shows how much the police value Zhang Ziwen as a dangerous
person. He has already become an extremely serious criminal in the eyes of the police.

No wonder the American police were so tense. News came from the hospital that all the injured thugs were crippled, and
the two colleagues who launched the attack were likely to become vegetative. There was also crucial information from witnesses
: the suspects dealt with the thugs in just a few seconds, their speed and ruthlessness were truly rare. Moreover,
having witnessed his colleagues being kicked away with such speed, the police couldn't afford to be careless. Not putting a hood and braces on Zhang Ziwen was already
a great concession. Zhang Ziwen had no choice but to accept this. He knew he would suffer, but
he to receive such special attention. Assaulting a police officer and causing injury are serious crimes in the United States. This trouble was likely to be significant
, and Zhang Ziwen was extremely frustrated.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen being dragged out of the police car in this manner, An Yun broke down in tears. She was heartbroken and furious, but her
complaints and shouts were useless. She would rather have those instruments of torture on herself than see Zhang Ziwen suffer
such inhuman treatment. But no one paid attention to the enraged An Yun, and the police would not
loosen their control over Zhang Ziwen because of her explanations and shouts. Before they could find out his identity, even more severe instruments of torture might be waiting for him...
…

Making a mountain out of a molehill—perhaps this is a common problem with American police, or maybe it's because Chinese Kung Fu is too
mysterious
. From the moment he entered the police station, the four officers who had him restrained were extremely cautious and tense. Even more exaggeratedly, the two armed officers in front of him were walking backwards, their guns never leaving Zhang Ziwen's forehead.
Behind the heavily guarded Zhang Ziwen, several more armed officers followed, ready to prevent him from suddenly lashing out.
This caused the police officers in the station to peek out, wanting to see who this special person was receiving such high-level treatment.
Strangely, none of the officers seemed to recognize the famous Zhang Ziwen; perhaps in their eyes, an Asian face…
They all looked the same, even if they seemed familiar, they'd assume he was some super-criminal who'd slipped through the net. Who would have thought he was a world-renowned
figure ?

Zhang Ziwen did indeed receive the treatment of a private room: an iron chair, iron bars, and as soon as he sat down, he was firmly bound by steel plates. Not
only were his handcuffs behind his back not removed, but a metal leg iron was also added below .
Zhang Ziwen was
furious about this

high-security treatment, but what could he do? He could only fum in his heart. Could he possibly overpower a few policemen and cripple them too? The wait wasn't long. Soon, three plainclothes policemen entered. Judging from their demeanor, they were probably high-ranking officers. When dealing with
such dangerous individuals, those who came forward to interrogate were usually experienced senior police officers. One of them appeared to be of Asian
descent, perhaps even of Chinese descent. When this Asian officer clearly saw Zhang Ziwen's face, his eyes
couldn't help but show surprise. Zhang Ziwen, the pride of Chinese people worldwide! This officer of Chinese descent immediately
recognized him.

When the Chinese-American officer mentioned Zhang Ziwen's name, the other two white officers recognized him immediately. A closer look confirmed
it was him. They hadn't expected this supposedly dangerous individual to be a well-known figure. These officers
had seen Zhang Ziwen's fighting skills on television; his dramatic performance at the Busan International Film Festival in South Korea had been broadcast live and left a deep impression on many.
Zhang Ziwen's exceptional skills were legendary; no wonder he could single-handedly subdue
numerous burly men in seconds, even managing to take down his own colleagues.

After Zhang Ziwen's identity was confirmed, the interrogation went smoothly. Within an hour, the whole story was revealed.
Comparing this with An Yun's testimony, the senior officers concluded it was a huge misunderstanding.
The heavy restraints on Zhang Ziwen were quickly removed, replaced by coffee and cigarettes—treatment usually unheard of for suspects
. The officers seemed to admire Zhang Ziwen's personal charm and made an exception. However, this only meant he wasn't under
special surveillance; the suspicion against him remained.

Zhang Ziwen's prediction was correct; his troubles weren't over. While the other two officers left after their interrogation,
the Chinese-American officer remained. He seemed to have something to say; during their earlier introductions, Zhang Ziwen learned his surname was Huang.

Officer Huang looked worried and told Zhang Ziwen his concerns. He explained that American and Chinese laws are
fundamentally different. Human rights are paramount in the US, and physical assault is a serious crime. Zhang Ziwen's actions constituted an unlawful attack,
a serious act of violence, and he could very well be charged with intentional assault. If convicted,
he could face up to 10 years in prison. This wasn't China, because Zhang Ziwen hadn't been assaulted;
self-defense wouldn't work. Even if it was an act of heroism, substantial evidence and
testimony from the victim or eyewitnesses were required, and a jury would ultimately decide the verdict.

In the United States, going to court is a very common occurrence. It's not uncommon for a single case to drag on for 8 or 10 years
. Even trivial matters are often brought to court
. Even something as minor as a dog killing a cat can lead to a lawsuit from the cat's owner. Given Zhang Ziwen's serious act of violence, if the victim doesn't admit to assaulting
An Yun, Zhang Ziwen's assault causing disability is essentially established. Whether he pleads guilty or not seems to be beyond Zhang Ziwen's control.
His future legal battles will have to be handled by lawyers. For now, he can only stay in prison, and it seems
he has lost his temporary freedom.

Zhang Ziwen realized that his problem was quite serious. Officer Huang had made it very clear that once you commit a crime,
no matter how famous you are, even if you are the President of the United States, a Supreme Court Justice will still be there to see you. The President of the United States was almost
impeached for sexual misconduct, and the Lewinsky scandal is famous all over the world. Zhang Ziwen, this so-called celebrity,
is no exception. Americans are keen on going to court and they might even make something out of nothing. To get acquitted,
lawyers and money are key. Otherwise, once the case is lost, jail time is a certainty, and it will be
extremely difficult .

Being in a foreign country, Zhang Ziwen knew the situation was complicated and had no choice but to consult Officer Huang. He
frowned and asked, "...Officer, what should I do about this?"

Officer Huang replied without hesitation, "Find a lawyer. You need to find a well-known and experienced lawyer to
defend you. If you find a good lawyer, you might have a chance of getting acquitted, just like the 1994 O.J. Simpson murder case. Although
there was a lot of evidence showing Simpson was the prime suspect, his lawyer managed to exonerate him with unwavering resolve.
Otherwise, that guy wouldn't be so arrogant, even giving television interviews these past few days and saying he's going to publish an autobiography
called 'If I Did It.' Now, even if he admits he did it, so many years have passed, the law can't touch him."

"Isn't that a bit much? My case compared to that shocking murder case that rocked the world?" Zhang Ziwen's mouth hung
open; it was indeed a bit of an exaggeration.

Officer Huang chuckled and said, "You can't say that. Americans are known for exaggeration. If you don't exaggerate a bit,
you'll be the one who suffers. You might not know this, but you and Simpson are similar in one way. First, you're both
celebrities. Second, you're both people of color. When Simpson's lawyers defended him, they used
the racial discrimination charge, which gave them a huge advantage. You know, the jury that year consisted of 10 Black
jurors and only 1 white juror. Since there's precedent, why can't you use it?" Officer Huang
lowered his voice at the end and glanced towards the door. Talking to a suspect like this was already a serious
violation of the rules . Zhang Ziwen was lucky; he had fans who idolized him.

Officer Huang's words made a lot of sense. Zhang Ziwen wasn't the kind of person who was completely unyielding. When you're in America,
it's best to follow the rules. Although he exaggerated a bit, it wasn't entirely useless. Zhang Ziwen pondered for a moment and
decided to follow Officer Huang's advice. The most important thing right now was to find a eloquent lawyer. If he could
get a top lawyer to defend Simpson, he might be able to avoid trouble. Thinking about this, Zhang Ziwen found it a bit
ridiculous; it was indeed an exaggeration.

"Mr. Zhang, if you can't find a famous lawyer, I suggest you contact the Chinese Embassy in the United States . You're a celebrity; I believe the Chinese Embassy will provide the greatest assistance," Officer Huang suggested
enthusiastically . "That's a good idea, but I can't go out right now. How can I contact someone at the embassy?" Zhang Ziwen's mind raced. His suggestion was good; contacting the embassy might have a good effect. "You must have relatives in the United States, right? Give me their phone number, and I'll contact them for you so you can meet and discuss things before deciding to go to the embassy."

“Relatives?” Zhang Ziwen was slightly taken aback, and said with a wry smile, “I don’t have any relatives in the United States.”

“None? What can I do then? I can contact your relatives, but I really can’t help you with anything else.”
Officer Huang made a regretful expression. As an interrogator, helping Zhang Ziwen contact his relatives was already his bottom
line. He thought for a moment and said, “Do you have any friends? Friends would be fine too.”

Friends? Chen Yan, that guy works for the CIA, he’s all over the world. I don’t even know if he’s
in the United States right now. Even if he is, will it cause trouble if I go to him? Zhang Ziwen thought it was inappropriate.

“By the way, when will the girl who went to the police station with me be released? After she gets out, you can help me find someone
at the embassy .” After a moment’s thought, Zhang Ziwen decided not to go to Chen Yan. Dealing with people from the CIA
was too dangerous. It was already a miracle that he hadn’t been silenced about the matter in Japan. It would be unwise to provoke him again.

"You mean Miss An? She has to wait 48 hours to be released. She's a major suspect right now. After all, she
was with you, so we need to figure things out before she can leave. 48 hours shouldn't be a problem, but I'm worried there won't be enough time .
Right now, we need to find someone at the embassy, gather evidence, and find a lawyer as soon as possible." Officer Huang
frowned . He knew time was precious; waiting until An Yun was released was risky and could be detrimental to Zhang Ziwen.

So troublesome? Hearing this, Zhang Ziwen felt the situation was truly thorny. He
had already ruled out asking Chen Yan for help. What to do? Should he ask… Tang Ying? The thought of Tang Ying made Zhang Ziwen hesitate.
Tang Ying was definitely a powerful ally, but asking her under these circumstances would be too futile.
He didn't even dare disturb her in bed, let alone in his current disheveled state. He had no face to see her. Asking
Chen Yan would be much more straightforward.

Just as Zhang Ziwen was feeling extremely troubled, there was a knock on the door. One of the
white police officers who had interrogated him earlier poked his head in and said, "Officer Huang, someone wants to see Mr. Zhang."

"Looking for me? Who is it?" Zhang Ziwen was taken aback. Who would be looking for him in a place like this?

"Looking for Mr. Zhang? Let him in." Officer Huang noticed Zhang Ziwen's surprised expression and found it strange.
Zhang Ziwen had only been in the police station for less than two hours; who would have gotten the news so quickly?

The white officer didn't answer Zhang Ziwen's question but withdrew his head. However, soon the interrogation room
door was flung open. Zhang Ziwen had sharp eyes and immediately spotted several men in suits. They looked familiar.
Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat; he had already guessed who had come to see him.

At this moment, several men in suits stepped aside, and a stunningly beautiful woman appeared in the doorway. It was Tang Ying.
Zhang Ziwen's guess was correct; Tang Ying, whom he dreaded facing most, was gracefully
walking
seeing her in his current state, Zhang Ziwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to disappear into the ground; seeing her in this state was incredibly embarrassing.

Officer Huang, being sensible, stood up and said goodbye to Zhang Ziwen. Tang Ying's elegance and demeanor already indicated
her extraordinary status. Several high-ranking officers stood at the door, seemingly accompanying her, but didn't follow.
Officer sensed that with such a distinguished woman present, his small favor was best left undone. This beautiful woman was definitely
not simple, and this interrogation room didn't seem like the place for him…

The interrogation room door was closed, as if someone didn't want to disturb the couple inside. Tang Ying and
Zhang Ziwen sat facing each other, her beautiful eyes fixed on his face, unwavering for a moment… Instantly, Zhang Ziwen felt a chill run down his spine
and a touch of embarrassment. He avoided Tang Ying's gaze, took out a complimentary cigarette, and discreetly lit it,
his hand trembling slightly. He felt nervous, hesitant, ashamed, and a strange mix
of excitement…

Chapter 246: His Secret Exposed, Unhappy and Speechless.

Tang Ying remained quiet, but her heart pounded. She stared at Zhang Ziwen. It had been a long time since she'd seen him; he
seemed unchanged, handsome and dashing. Even in the interrogation room, he showed no sign of distress.
But why were his eyes avoiding hers? He hadn't seen her since arriving in America. Had he sneaked into her bedroom
just to deliver a gift? Why hadn't he woken her? Did he truly refuse to face her? Could it be… he was still
resentful about her rejection? A pang of sorrow gripped Tang Ying's heart.

The silence was almost suffocating. Zhang Ziwen felt uncomfortable under her gaze. Things had come to this;
as a man, he should take the initiative. No matter how awkward, he had to face it. He finally fixed his gaze
on Tang Ying's beautiful face.

"You...how did you know I was here?" Zhang Ziwen tried to keep his tone calm.

"That's a question for you. Why...did you leave without saying goodbye?" Tang Ying looked into his eyes, asking a question instead of answering.

"...I couldn't bear to disturb your sweet dreams, seeing you sleeping so soundly." Zhang Ziwen
swallowed , unable to answer her question, and could only offer a perfunctory reply.

"Do you think I'd believe that? Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night and then sneaking away, do you think I'd believe you?"
Tang Ying's tone was reproachful, her beautiful eyes never leaving his. He could tell from her perfunctory tone.

"Please...don't press me." Zhang Ziwen couldn't stand her gaze. She was
a woman ; it was indeed difficult to fob her off. But could he express what was in his heart? Probably not. He sighed inwardly and
said softly, "...It seems inappropriate to talk about this now. You know I'm in a lot of trouble now."

"Know you're in a lot of trouble? If I hadn't come today, you wouldn't have come to me, would you?" Tang Ying hit the nail on the head.
She knew Zhang Ziwen's personality all too well; he was the kind of person who only reported good news and
never bad .

Tang Ying's guess was correct. Zhang Ziwen smiled awkwardly. He really couldn't bring
himself to ask Tang Ying for help; he had already decided to risk asking Chen Yan for assistance.

"You still have the nerve to laugh? When will you grow up? When will I stop worrying about you?"
Tang Ying's tone was full of reproach, a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"I'm sorry... I didn't want this to happen either, it was an accident..." Zhang Ziwen spoke with difficulty, but a warmth welled up in his
heart . She still cared about him.

"Don't apologize to me. You're apologizing to Xiao Shu. She doesn't know you're in America, does she? Why did you
keep it from her?" Tang Ying stared at him, wanting to hear Zhang Ziwen's explanation. She wouldn't let him get
away with .

She seemed very concerned about the well-behaved Xiao Shu, so how did she know that she was keeping it from Xiao Shu? Zhang Ziwen had a question in his mind.
But Tang Ying's gaze forced him to tell the truth. A perfunctory answer wouldn't work. Her expression was very serious.

Zhang Ziwen then recounted the matter of the military personnel arriving. In his mind, dealing with the military
was something that could be easily resolved with a simple refusal. This was something he had originally intended to consult her about.
Having known Tang Ying for so long, her wisdom and competence made her the first person he
thought of when faced with a major, difficult decision.

"The military matter is a bit troublesome. I don't want Xiao Shu to worry about me. Actually, I came to America specifically to discuss this with you ." After explaining the reason, Zhang Ziwen breathed a slight sigh of relief; he had ultimately told her
about the troublesome matter himself . "You really have a lot on your plate," Tang Ying said, rolling her eyes at him. "...Two things piled up at once, you troublemaker ." Her tone was reproachful, but she was secretly pleased. He had come to America to discuss things with her, which meant he still cared about her. This little guy was smart; he knew he was capable. Tang Ying wasn't afraid of trouble, and she was happy to help him. But after the initial joy, a sense of loss rose within her. It turned out he hadn't come specifically to visit her. A woman's heart is strange; regardless of her status or intelligence, emotion and reason are often at odds. Tang Ying's heart was conflicted. On one hand, she was happy that he had come to her, but on the other hand, she was disappointed that he had only come to her for help. It was complicated. Zhang Ziwen would never have imagined Tang Ying's complex thoughts. Women are indeed complicated. "We'll talk about the military matters later. Right now, we need to resolve your immediate troubles. The law is merciless. I've already arranged for a legal team of renowned lawyers to be assembled for you. I believe they've already started working on it." Tang Ying hadn't forgotten Zhang Ziwen's current predicament; he was in considerable trouble this time. "A renowned legal team? So many lawyers?" Zhang Ziwen was incredulous; was this a bit too much commotion? "This is America, not China. Your matter is no small thing. Also, I've decided to make this matter have some international impact, to put some pressure on the US government." Tang Ying's tone was calm, but her words truly shocked Zhang Ziwen. Put pressure on the US government? Who was she? A legal team? International pressure? Could she influence international public opinion? The elegant beauty before him seemed to possess boundless power, and her power was terrifying. Tang Ying ignored Zhang Ziwen's surprise and continued, "Who's that pretty girl who came in with you?" A hint of displeasure flashed in her beautiful eyes. Before coming, she had already learned the whole story of Zhang Ziwen's situation from those around her, including the fact that Zhang Ziwen had hugged An Yun in the street. "You mean An Yun? She's my sister, very well-behaved, now a flight attendant for China Airlines." Zhang Ziwen felt uncomfortable being stared at so directly; her displeased gaze was a self-reproach. "Your sister? Flight attendant? She's An Yun? The flight attendant you had that life-or-death romance with, right? How did she become your sister?" Tang Ying seemed to know a lot about Zhang Ziwen's strange stories. "...It's a long story, I'll explain it to you later." Zhang Ziwen didn't know how to answer her question. "Okay, I'll really listen to your explanation later. I don't want you to mistake Xiao Shu's gentleness for tolerance." Tang Ying's tone was warning, and she mentioned Tang Shu again. Zhang Ziwen was puzzled and asked cautiously, "You...are you very familiar with Xiao Shu? You seem to care about her a lot?" "...We met...we met after you got into trouble for me. I like her very much and we often talk on the phone." Tang Ying's beautiful eyes flickered a little. If Xiao Shu hadn't repeatedly asked her to keep it a secret, she would have told this confused . But she also wanted to keep it a secret. If he knew about her relationship with Xiao Shu, how could they get along in the future? Silly boy. "You really shouldn't have confessed your feelings back then," Tang Ying thought, her heart in turmoil . She was confused, because her own emotions had betrayed her; she had fallen for someone she shouldn't have. He was like that , and wasn't she too...? Zhang Ziwen felt guilty, avoiding looking into Tang Ying's beautiful eyes, and failing to catch the flicker in her gaze. So they met after his accident. Everyone liked Xiao Shu, so it wasn't surprising that Tang Ying cared about her. "By the way... I... I wanted to ask you for a favor, could you?" Tang Ying was right in front of him; being polite now would seem artificial. "I'll do my best to help you with your matter; there's no need to be so polite." Tang Ying was relieved. This guy had finally spoken up. "I want to ask you to bail An Yunzhong out. She's a girl; I don't want her to stay here for 48 hours." Zhang Ziwen was thinking of An Yunzhong; he absolutely couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest injustice. Tang Ying was slightly taken aback. He wasn't talking about his own affairs; what kind of time was this to be concerned about someone else? Since he had made the request, she had no choice but to agree: "...I'll help you with this. Getting her released shouldn't be a problem. But you seem very concerned about her. Is she really your adopted sister?" She felt inexplicably uncomfortable. "Thank you, it's great that you can help. She really is my sister. Her deceased sister and I had a deep connection; I 've long considered her my own sister." Zhang Ziwen smiled. As long as the girl could get out, that was all that mattered . He couldn't understand the hidden meaning in Tang Ying's words. "It's good that you really consider An Yun your sister. Hugging her in the street makes me a little suspicious. But since I promised you, she can come out with me tonight." Tang Ying felt a little uneasy; she could tell that Zhang Ziwen cared a lot about An Yun. Zhang Ziwen understood this. He also felt that he and An Yun seemed a bit too intimate. Hugging a beautiful woman in the street would make anyone suspicious of their relationship, especially since he himself wasn't entirely confident in saying An Yun was his sister. He could only listen to Tang Ying's dissatisfied tone, offering no further explanation than words of thanks. Hearing him repeatedly express his gratitude, Tang Ying couldn't help but scold him, "All you do is say thank you. Think about yourself . I don't know what you're thinking. Even if you don't care about yourself, you should at least think about Xiao Shu! I really don't understand why Xiao Shu chose you. " "...I almost forgot, could you please keep this a secret? I'm afraid Xiao Shu will worry about me if she finds out." Zhang Ziwen could imagine how Xiao Shu would react once she heard the news. "Now you know about Xiao Shu? You know she'll worry about you?" Tang Ying glared at him reproachfully, then continued, "It's not just Xiao Shu who's worried about you. There's another celebrity staying at your house. I know she's currently in America, with so many women around you worrying about you. Don't you know what's important? This is America! Don't you know where you are?"

"You...you know everything?" Zhang Ziwen's eyes widened. How did Tang Ying know
so much about his family's situation? He felt uneasy and embarrassed. Mu Qing was already with him; would Tang Ying think
he was a womanizer?

"Of course I know. You don't need to guess what I'm thinking. That's right, I think you are a womanizer." The intelligent
Tang Ying saw through Zhang Ziwen's thoughts at a glance, and her next words were equally blunt: "...I know that the person you
snatched home was Mu Qing. You ridiculous guy, you only know how to bully Xiao Shu because she's kind. If Xiao Shu hadn't insisted on
following you, do you think I couldn't deal with you?" She was still a little angry. If it weren't for Xiao Shu's intervention, she would have already
punished this arrogant guy.

Zhang Ziwen was surprised that Tang Ying could see through his thoughts without showing any anger. It was indeed
true , but he didn't regret it; what's done is done. He sensed Tang Ying's dissatisfaction with him. The label of "womanizer
" wasn't unjustified now, but Tang Ying's public accusations left him feeling frustrated. His past exposed
made him feel even further away from Tang Ying; she was convinced
he dissatisfaction, Zhang Ziwen didn't intend to change his life. He wouldn't give up any woman who was with him.
He could only remain silent in the face of Tang Ying's condemnation.

"Speechless now? You're very resentful, aren't you?" Ying stared at him with a hint of annoyance. "...
I know you want to be responsible for every woman who loves you, and I know you don't want to give up the women by your side.
I only have one request: don't have any more affairs. If you dare bring another woman home,
I really won't let you off the hook."

Zhang Ziwen was surprised again. What was going on in Tang Ying's head? How could she
see through ? Could she read a person's mind? No way! Surprised as he was, he could tell Tang Ying's last
sentence was serious. If he dared to bring another woman home, she
was likely capable of doing what she said and punishing him.

"Don't guess what I'm thinking. Are you going to agree to my request or not?" Tang Ying
could easily guess Zhang Ziwen's thoughts. She stared at him, wanting to hear his verbal promise now that things were out in the open.

A brief silence followed, then Zhang Ziwen gently shook his head: "...No."

"You..." Tang Ying was shocked by his answer, a hint of anger rising on her face. Her tone turned cold as she said, "Give me a
reason . I hope you'll answer my request carefully." She was truly angry.

"My reason is simple: there should still be a woman in my life." Zhang Ziwen returned Tang Ying's
gaze, his answer very clear.

"Are you crazy?" Tang Ying really wanted to leave this godforsaken place. Her patience had reached its limit. This little guy
was outrageously arrogant. Not only did he dare to look her in the eye, completely disregarding her previous guilt, but he also dared to speak so shamelessly. She
suppressed her anger and asked, "You still want another woman in your life? Don't you have enough women now?"

"You're right, I admit I have plenty of women around me, but I'm missing one. She's very important to me, and
I'm willing to give my life for her." Zhang Ziwen ignored Tang Ying's anger. He was going all out. He
didn't want to keep it all bottled up inside anymore. It was too bitter, too tiring. If he kept it up any longer, he would really go crazy.

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