The City Hunter (Complete) - 9

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Ultimate Plan.

Zhang Ziwen's phone alarm woke him up precisely on time.
He
again. He took out a cigarette and lit it, but even the smoke couldn't ward off the sleepiness. After finishing the cigarette, Zhang Ziwen shook his head vigorously, opened the car door—if he stayed in the car any longer, he'd be late. He went up to the underground parking garage elevator and was about to close the
door he heard a voice: "Wait!" A figure squeezed in. Zhang Ziwen didn't have time to close it because he recognized Mu Qing's voice. He really didn't want to ride in the same elevator
with him, but he was still late.

Just the two of them. Mu Qing was wearing a moon-white business suit today. The well-fitting cut accentuated her figure
perfectly. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her stunningly beautiful face, requiring no makeup, appeared fresh and natural. The
small space was filled with a faint, intoxicating fragrance emanating from her. From any angle,
Mu Qing was a perfect woman. It was just a pity that although she had an angelic face, she possessed a devilish heart.
That was Zhang Ziwen's assessment of her. He liked beautiful women, but women like her made him
keep his distance and dared not compliment her.

"Good morning," Mu Qing greeted Zhang Ziwen softly, giving him a sweet smile.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at her and saw that she looked radiant, indicating she had rested well. Then he looked at
himself . His chin was covered in stubble, and he looked extremely haggard. This was all thanks to her. Zhang Ziwen felt annoyed and
turned his face away, pretending not to hear.

"Hmph, rude," Mu Qing muttered under her breath, dissatisfied.

Zhang Ziwen heard it, but even if he did, he had to pretend he didn't—a rule set by Mu Qing, and it was
perfect timing.

The elevator went straight up without stopping. He was lucky today, at least that's what Zhang Ziwen thought; he wouldn't have to
stay in the same space as this witch for long.

When it reached the 34th floor, before the elevator doors had even fully opened, Zhang Ziwen squeezed out, as if there was a ghost in the elevator .
Most people would love to spend more time with a beautiful woman, but to run away from a stunningly beautiful woman like this—only
Zhang Ziwen would do that.

Zhang Ziwen put his briefcase on his desk, went to the bathroom, and washed his face with cold water. Looking at his slightly
haggard , Zhang Ziwen felt a little helpless. Quitting now was pointless; where would he get the money to pay for this? Damn it, this girl
's first move was already enough to make him suffer; who knew what other tricks she'd pull next?

Zhang Ziwen gave a bitter smile to his reflection in the mirror. He was definitely on this pirate ship, and there was no getting off
. This female pirate was ruthless; it seemed she wouldn't
let him go until she squeezed every last drop out of him.

Today was his most painful workday. If he had been given tasks, it would have been better; he
could just sit there and doze off. But Mu Qing deliberately left him idle, not allowing him to go anywhere, claiming she was on call 24/7.
This kind of insidious torture forced Zhang Ziwen to repeatedly go to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water.
He didn't even want to eat lunch, just dozing off at his desk. Before work started, she ruthlessly woke him up, finding some
excuse to make him type documents. She didn't even let him have a short nap. What could Zhang Ziwen do? He could only
curse her a hundred times in his heart.

Zhang Ziwen guessed correctly; Mu Qing wasn't going to let him off easily. At the end of the day, she gave
him several more documents—three in total. God, Zhang Ziwen was going crazy. He glared at her fiercely as he left, filled with anger.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's helpless yet angry eyes, and as he reluctantly walked out of the office, Mu Qing cheerfully
waved her little fist, letting out a sweet cry. She looked as if she had won some big prize, her eyes practically
brimming , her expression one of pure bliss.

After dinner, Zhang Ziwen went home, quickly took a shower, then hurried downstairs, threw the documents into the car,
and called Tang Shu to tell her he had something to do that night and couldn't "confess" to her. With that settled,
Zhang Ziwen reclined the seat; it looked like he'd only be able to nap in the car tonight, to avoid being woken up by Mu Qing's nagging calls in the middle of the night
. It was better to be prepared.

He slept soundly until dawn, nothing wrong. Damn, he'd wasted a whole night sleeping in the car. Zhang Ziwen was utterly exasperated with Mu Qing
. She'd made him so paranoid, seeing threats everywhere. This girl's psychology skills were top-notch. Rubbing his slightly sore
back, Zhang Ziwen was speechless. He really had a feeling of wanting to laugh and cry at the

same time. Not too early, not too late, he ran into Mu Qing, this witch, again in the elevator. The same greeting, the same grumbling complaints,
gave Zhang Ziwen a feeling of yesterday repeating itself. The only difference was that Mu Qing was wearing a light pink suit today,
making her even more radiant and dazzling.

Zhang Ziwen had grown accustomed to his idle days, with the stairwell
becoming his regular smoking area. Now, something unusual was happening: Fan Lihua was
frequently visiting Mu Qing's office, popping in every few days. The fact that the group's vice president wasn't in his own office was baffling.
Every time Fan Lihua looked at Zhang Ziwen, his gaze was somewhat fierce, making him uncomfortable.
Zhang Ziwen Damn, is it really necessary?" he thought. "I wouldn't even take your fiancée for free." Zhang Ziwen
thought this President Fan was rather childish, getting jealous for no reason.

When it was time to leave work, there were no documents for him, which gave Zhang Ziwen a small sigh of relief. Five o'clock was torture
for , a source of great inner conflict. On one hand, he wanted the documents so he could
learn more from them; on the other hand, he feared her harassing phone calls that evening. He was currently on the verge of this contradiction and torment. Mu Qing's
tactics had actually worked somewhat for Zhang Ziwen.

Around 1 a.m., his phone rang again. Zhang Ziwen glanced at the caller ID and could only manage a wry smile. Mu
Qing's lousy trick had struck him again. She hadn't given him any documents today, but she wanted him to deliver
the ones . And the journey was long—over 200 kilometers from Zhonghai to Wanyang City. Even with the gas pedal floored, it would take
more than three hours, because the highway was only a short stretch, and the rest was a terrible road. As Zhang Ziwen drove along this bumpy, rudimentary
road, he couldn't help but admire Mu Qing's meticulous planning, even considering the road conditions. It seemed this female
devil great lengths to deal with him.

He arrived back in Zhonghai close to 4 a.m., with two more documents in the car. Judging by the time,
the call . It seemed he wouldn't be able to sleep in his bed at home. He'd have to make do in the car, lying back in his seat,
mentally cursing Mu Qing with countless vulgar words before finally managing to close his eyes and doze off. For now, he could only indulge in
his verbal venting.

Zhang Ziwen worried for nothing again. His phone didn't ring by early morning. Who could he blame? He could only blame himself
for worrying too much. Zhang Ziwen was both angry and helpless.

It seemed that Mu Qing had calculated his daily work schedule perfectly. The more Zhang Ziwen tried to avoid running into her, the more likely he was to bump into her in the elevator
. Mu Qing was still beautiful, still greeting him, still grumbling about her dissatisfaction. Only her outfits were different each day,
with varying colors. The fragrance she wore always made Zhang Ziwen's nose twitch.
He was helpless about these seemingly coincidental encounters.

This paranoia lasted for about 20 days. Zhang Ziwen had been worn down by Mu Qing and
had lost all interest in even scolding her. He had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were sunken, and he looked extremely haggard and
pitiful.

Today was payday, and Zhang Ziwen was too lazy to even check his paycheck. All he wanted now was to sleep and find
a quiet place He was forced to sleep in a corner, and even his weekends were ruthlessly taken away by Mu Qing. She paid him overtime, everything she was entitled to,
but to say he didn't rest, Mu Qing didn't assign him anything during the day, and then subjected him to irregular harassment at night. Zhang Ziwen
had nowhere to turn for help, and he couldn't back out of her promise. If this continued, he believed it wouldn't be long before Zhang Ziwen became a
mindless person. He didn't even have the strength to think anymore, and he didn't know how he

would get off work. Dragging his weary body, Zhang Ziwen had just reached the office door when Mu Qing called him back. Zhang
Ziwen turned around blankly, staring at her blankly. He was speechless; his chin was
covered in a stubble, indicating he hadn't groomed himself for several days.

"Zhang Ziwen, our company is a well-known national conglomerate. As a senior employee,
look at yourself!" Mu Qing's tone was clearly very dissatisfied with his appearance.

"What do you want me to look like? What can I possibly look like?" Zhang Ziwen replied listlessly,
equally dissatisfied, and he uttered several complaints about Mu Qing every day. However, Mu Qing was clearly used to
his attitude and wasn't angry at his dissatisfaction.

"I have an important client meeting tomorrow. You're coming with me. I'll take you somewhere later to
fix your appearance, so that if the client sees you like this tomorrow and the project falls through, you know
what the consequences will be."

"Can't I just go home and fix myself? I don't need you to take me anywhere."
Zhang Ziwen .

"No, you have to come with me. Let me make this clear, this is also part of the job, including your clothes and
your styling. Everything needs to be taken care of, and the company will cover all the expenses. You have no reason to refuse." Mu Qing
flatly rejected his little wish.

Zhang Ziwen sighed helplessly. Since this female devil had brought up work as an excuse, he had nothing to say. He
couldn't withstand her tormenting him any longer. Once he was completely drained, he could naturally take a long vacation. Zhang Ziwen finally understood
that Mu Qing was not as simple as he had imagined, and her methods of tormenting people were not as naive as he had initially thought.
He had really underestimated her .

Seeing that Zhang Ziwen had nothing to say, Mu Qing tossed him her car keys and told him to wait for her in the car.

Watching Zhang Ziwen's tired figure disappear into the office door, Mu Qing picked up the phone on the table, quickly dialed
a few numbers, and hung up. A smug smile appeared on Mu Qing's lips. Her plan was about to be realized.

The place they were going to was really far away. What annoyed Zhang Ziwen even more was that he had wanted to take a nap in the car, but Mu Qing had turned
the music up way too loud, which annoyed him greatly.

Mu Qing drove the Porsche out of the city. After parking the car, Zhang Ziwen got out and realized that it was a large
sports center. Mu Qing took him directly to the third floor, which was a sauna and bathhouse. When the manager saw Mu Qing and
Zhang Ziwen come in, he hurriedly came forward. Mu Qing gave them a few instructions and told Zhang Ziwen to follow the manager.

As Mu Qing had said, he was thoroughly groomed. First, he steamed himself until his legs and hands
were sore, then he took a bath, followed by a shave and face mask to clean him up. Then he received a massage, which kept him drowsy until he was about to fall asleep, but they stopped him
just in time . Throughout this time, people kept talking to him and chatting with him, like flies that wouldn't go away

. Finally, everything was settled, and the person in charge told him to go directly to the sixth floor to find Mu Qing, saying that she was waiting for him there and urging
him to hurry up. After taking the elevator to the sixth floor, Zhang Ziwen, feeling weak all over, realized that the sixth floor was a Taekwondo gym,
where Mu Qing was practicing Taekwondo. Zhang Ziwen knew that he was too sleepy to wait for her to finish her Taekwondo practice. He
walked into the gym, which was quite crowded, and it seemed that people were practicing splits, but he didn't see Mu Qing.

Just as Zhang Ziwen was wondering where to look for Mu Qing, two middle-aged men in Taekwondo uniforms walked towards him. Judging from
their walking posture and steady demeanor, he knew that they were quite good at Taekwondo.

"Are you Mr. Zhang Ziwen?" One of the men, with a small mustache, stopped him.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at him, nodded, and asked, "Is Miss Mu Qing here?"

"Yes, she's changing clothes in the inner room. By the way, you should change your clothes too."

"Change clothes? Change what clothes?" Zhang Ziwen had a feeling something was wrong; he had already sensed a trap.

"Miss Mu said you're a martial arts expert and have always looked down on our Taekwondo. Didn't you come here today to
give us a pointer? We've been waiting for you for a long time." The man with the mustache finished speaking expressionlessly, staring at
Zhang Ziwen .

Damn it, that brat tricked me again! Zhang Ziwen finally understood Mu Qing's ultimate goal.
And this plan was ridiculously long, running for nearly 20 days. From the evening harassment to today's so-called sauna massage,
everything was part of her plan. No wonder she made him travel nearly 800 kilometers round trip last night. With nearly
20 days of physical and mental exhaustion, and today's deliberate relaxation, this girl finally unleashed her killer move. She knew
he was skilled and wouldn't get away with openly attacking him, so she used this underhanded tactic to wear him down. And she succeeded. Right now, he was indeed weak. How insidious! Looking at the formidable opponent
before him, Zhang Ziwen 's blood boiled. He was furious. Chapter Sixty-Three: The Cunning Mantis Lurks Behind. From the moment he signed the contract with the company, Zhang Ziwen analyzed several ways Mu Qing was trying to frame him. He had been tolerating her inexplicable behavior, adopting a policy of non-resistance, hoping his forbearance would resolve their minor grievances. He had endured the grievances of the past 20 days, doing his best to complete the tasks she deliberately assigned him. Zhang Ziwen was naive; he thought that as long as he did his job diligently, she could retaliate for a while and eventually get over it.

Once he had calmed down and everything returned to normal, he was spared the trouble. He was too lazy to think of any countermeasures to deal with
Mu Qing. He had been stubbornly resisting, always thinking that Mu Qing was just a willful little woman who
could However, he underestimated Mu Qing's methods of revenge. Mu Qing's proud and willful personality required him to completely submit. She would not only
torture him mentally but also make him suffer physically, causing him severe damage to his mind and body.
This was her ultimate goal. Once Mu Qing's plan was formed, she would carry it out to the end without any possibility of stopping.
Today was the final step in her plan.

The two of them have come to this point due to too many coincidences and misunderstandings. When Zhang Ziwen first met Mu Qing at the company,
if he hadn't been so evasive and afraid of seeing her, Mu Qing wouldn't have been so hostile towards him. This little woman
thought he was a man who hid after doing something wrong and lacked responsibility. The more Zhang Ziwen tried to hide, the more she wanted to drag him out. Now that he's
out in the open, their verbal sparring has turned Mu Qing's initial intention of a minor punishment into a major warning. Jinbao
's company is actually an external company of the Xin'ao Group. Not only is it not in debt, but it also does
the same thing as Zhang Ziwen's purpose that day: it's a company that Xin'ao Group specializes in dealing with companies that default on payments.

Mu Qing's plan was simple: to get Zhang Ziwen hospitalized for a couple of days and then beat him up to vent her anger. However , she
never expected that instead of achieving her goal, most of her men ended up in the hospital. And that wasn't all; Zhang Ziwen's reckless driving resulted in her
receiving numerous traffic tickets the next day. This alone was enough to infuriate the competitive Mu Qing, deepening their feud
. To make matters worse, Zhang Ziwen didn't even go to work the next day, and his phone was either switched off or out of service.
Mu Qing had no idea that Zhang Ziwen had joined the National Security Bureau. She only knew that this guy had tricked her and was trying to escape. Unwilling to accept defeat,
she decided to pursue him relentlessly, crafting a tempting contract. Want to run away? A hefty sum is offered—let's see if he still tries
! This tactic indeed trapped Zhang Ziwen. It was his own fault for underestimating Mu Qing's tricks, thinking they were all
harmless pranks. He never imagined this little woman's mind would be so sharp. He could only endure it,
hoping to resolve the conflict. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

Zhang Ziwen's policy of non-resistance not only failed to make Mu Qing back down, but also gave her the impression that he disdained to fight her.
In fact, Zhang Ziwen's thinking was exactly that; fighting with a little woman wasn't his style. His forbearance was
seen , causing this willful and capricious woman to become obsessed. In her desire to finally get her revenge
, she sacrificed her reputation. She heard a lot of gossip at the company, and Zhang Ziwen
seemed indifferent to these rumors, giving Mu Qing the impression that she was the only one bearing the burden of gossip. His nonchalant attitude was another reason why Mu Qing hated Zhang Ziwen so much. Little did Zhang Ziwen know about
this little woman's obsessive thinking.
His aversion to fighting with women and his disregard for Mu Qing's
feelings led to this situation, which was now out of control.

Zhang Ziwen calmly observed the two men in front of him. He knew these two professional fighters were not ordinary
thugs . His body was weak and his strength uneven; to defeat these two Taekwondo masters today would likely
come at a price.

The Taekwondo gym suddenly became quiet. The students, who had been practicing enthusiastically, seemed to have tacitly left,
leaving only Zhang Ziwen and the two men opposite him. Mu Qing, however, was hiding somewhere watching this fierce
battle . She must be very pleased with herself; she had patiently waited for over 20 days, and today she could finally make Zhang Ziwen grovel.

"Both of you? Or one-on-one? I don't mind if both of you come at me," Zhang Ziwen taunted
them , knowing he couldn't handle two professional fighters at the same time.

"No need, let's stick to the rules, one-on-one," the man with the mustache said expressionlessly, seemingly confident in
his abilities, making Zhang Ziwen worry for nothing.

Zhang Ziwen's worries were not unfounded. The black belt around his opponent's waist had already served as a warning; underestimating
the enemy would ultimately lead to his own downfall.

The other black belt had already retreated to the side, indicating that the man with the mustache would be facing him first. According to custom,
the two exchanged formal greetings. The man assumed a lunge stance, his demeanor composed and confident. A master would not underestimate him.
Zhang Ziwen smiled wryly to himself; facing such an opponent, he had no choice but to be fully alert.

With a shout, the mustache launched his attack—a mid-air whirlwind kick, a direct show of force.
Zhang Ziwen slightly advanced, bracing himself with both hands to block the kick, retreating two steps to dissipate the force. Zhang Ziwen
felt a sharp pain and numbness in his arms. Impressive, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself.

A waist twist, a spin, a split kick—the mustache launched a series of attacks. Zhang Ziwen retreated several steps to dodge the onslaught. He
could only evade now; a direct confrontation would be disadvantageous. He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a chance to defeat his opponent in one move.

In just a few seconds, Zhang Ziwen dodged his opponent's fierce attacks one after another. However, his slow movements meant he was still hit by the final
kick. Zhang Ziwen groaned and felt the numbness in his shoulder.

The man with the mustache didn't give Zhang Ziwen a chance to catch his breath. He dodged and delivered a powerful side kick. Even if
he blocked it , the force would be enough to knock Zhang Ziwen to the ground. Zhang Ziwen made his move. The opponent's power exposed an opening. Zhang Ziwen
followed the kick and barely managed to close the distance. As nimble as a cat, Zhang Ziwen used all his strength to strike the man
's shoulder and neck with a palm strike. The palm strike landed perfectly, and the man with the mustache groaned and fell backward to the ground, half of his body paralyzed,
unable to get up again.

Zhang Ziwen was panting heavily. He had taken a huge risk just now, and his limp body was not as agile as usual. If
he had been kicked by his opponent, he would have been finished today. His opponent's continuous attacks gave him no chance to catch his breath, and he had no strength
to dodge anymore. He had no choice but to gamble. His final lightning-fast palm strike could only incapacitate his opponent. Under normal circumstances,
the man with the mustache would definitely have shattered his shoulder bone. His final step, close-range movement, and palm strike were executed poorly. He had done his best
. The duel between the two lasted only a few dozen seconds, and he was already panting heavily. With a powerful enemy beside him, Zhang Ziwen's mind
raced. He had to take drastic measures.

The black belt master stepped forward and bowed to him according to etiquette. Zhang Ziwen
pounced on him the moment the master finished his move. He had no time to wait for his opponent to get into a fighting stance; close-quarters combat and a surprise attack would
be too much for him to handle if his opponent managed to throw his leg away. In the instant they were close, Zhang Ziwen grabbed his opponent's shoulder blade, his other hand
gripping his belt. He sidestepped, extended his leg, and executed a beautiful tripping throw. The moment his opponent fell to the ground, Zhang Ziwen's hand on his shoulder blade
twisted sharply. A soft crack was heard, followed by a cry of pain; the shoulder joint was dislocated. Having thrown down a man weighing over a hundred pounds
, Zhang Ziwen was exhausted. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, sprawling out on his back.
Exhausted, Zhang Ziwen gasped for breath. The lightning-fast attack just a second had drained his last bit of strength, leaving him utterly drained.
Zhang

Ziwen felt he had won this battle by sheer luck. Had his opponents lingered on him for even a few more seconds, he would undoubtedly be the one lying on the ground, unable to get up.
Given the strength of these two black belts, breaking a few of his bones would have been a piece of cake. Fortunately, his opponents had fought him one-on-one, and
fortunately, they had followed all the proper etiquette and rules. Otherwise, this second black belt would have been far beyond his capabilities. If it weren't for
his surprise attack at the last moment, Mu Qing's ultimate plan would have been completely

thwarted. Exhausted, Zhang Ziwen sat down on the ground, secretly congratulating himself. Suddenly, a faint, sweet fragrance wafted into his
nostrils. He habitually sniffed, and his mind began to race. A tightness gripped him; his greatest enemy had appeared.

Zhang Ziwen strained to turn his head. The two black belts lying on the ground had already been carried away by other students. Mu Qing
stood less than five steps away from him. Her loose-fitting taekwondo uniform couldn't conceal her stunning figure; her heroic bearing
was tinged allure, but unfortunately, it wasn't something Zhang Ziwen could appreciate. The black and red belt around her waist made Zhang Ziwen's heart tighten. This girl
's taekwondo level was way too high!

Mu Qing smiled as she looked at Zhang Ziwen, her beautiful eyes revealing excitement. This was the
perfect opportunity to personally beat him up. She had been longing for this opportunity for many days, and now, she could finally vent her frustrations on him.
Her prey lay on the ground. Mu Qing approached him step by step

. "Wait!" Zhang Ziwen quickly called out.

Mu Qing was stunned. Was this guy going to beg for mercy now? "Hmph, begging for mercy is useless
. How can I vent my anger if I don't beat you up, you stinking bastard ?" But Mu Qing still stopped in her tracks. Hearing him beg for mercy would be interesting; she secretly hoped
he would plead with her.

"Mu Qing, I have something to say before you act," Zhang Ziwen said, panting. He secretly tested his physical functions and found it was a bit
bad ; he was still exhausted.

Mu Qing wasn't angry that he called her by her name. She tilted her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on
Zhang Ziwen . She wanted to hear what he had to say. She thought Zhang Ziwen was making a

death throes reaction

. "I really want to know why you did this to me," Zhang Ziwen gasped, his words weak and powerless, as if he
couldn't catch his breath.

"Heh, you still don't know the reason? Hmph, this is what happens when you offend me." Mu
Qing saw that he couldn't even speak coherently, knowing it was a reaction to exhaustion, and she was secretly delighted.

"Even if I offend you, I can just fire you, right?" Zhang Ziwen secretly flexed his wrist, sensing
a slight reaction. The situation wasn't optimistic; he needed time, and he wanted to stall for as long as possible.

"Hmph, fire you? Saying you want to run away would be nicer. I'm not firing you! Hmph, with your
arrogant attitude, how can I vent my anger if I don't beat you up?"

Mu Qing thought about how he usually avoided her, and now, faced with his ignoring attitude, she was furious
. She rushed forward and kicked him in the shoulder blade with a dull thud.

Zhang Ziwen groaned; the kick was hard, and he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blade. Damn it, this girl moved without
warning, and his weakness continued. It looked like he was in big trouble tonight.

"Ouch, if it hurts, just yell it out! Don't hold it in. It's just the two of us; no one will laugh at you, hee hee." Mu Qing felt a surge of satisfaction watching
Zhang Ziwen grit his teeth and endure the pain.

"Do you think this is funny? Are you satisfied after crippling me?"

"Hehe, don't worry, I won't cripple you, but," Mu Qing squatted down and said with a grin, "
you'll definitely need to stay in the hospital for a couple of days, but don't worry, the company will cover all the medical expenses."

Zhang Ziwen lay on the ground, looking at Mu Qing's smiling face, which was indescribably cute. No one would have
guessed she had just kicked him so hard. This girl's mind was too hard to fathom, and Zhang Ziwen was a little
helpless with her.

"You'll let me go after I've vented my anger?" Zhang Ziwen felt a little bit of strength returning, very weak.

"Hehe, that depends on how obedient you are. As long as you listen to me obediently, I might let you go in the future, but
today breath was sweet and her voice was gentle, but her words were clear:
a beating was definitely in order today.

Mu Qing's girlish appearance made Zhang Ziwen both laugh and cry. She was clearly ruthless when it came to beating people, but she insisted on making it look cute.
This woman was too scary.

"I'd like to hear you agree to a rule first, so you won't go back on your word later." Zhang Ziwen could actually speak fluently,
but he had to buy himself some time, so he deliberately spoke haltingly and weakly.

"No need for any rules. I promise you, I'll let this go today and won't
bother you again." Seeing his half-dead state, Mu Qing mentally weighed how hard she should hit him, making sure she didn't
actually cripple him.

"Really?" Zhang Ziwen gasped for breath, struggling to speak, "You...you have to keep your word, you promise." He then
made a disbelieving expression, secretly taking a deep breath, feeling his body slowly recovering, and secretly
pleased.

"Hey, why are you so distrustful?" Mu Qing reached out and pinched his cheek: "Don't worry,
I said I wouldn't bother you, so what's with the promise?" With a pitying look, an adult's tone of voice, and the pinching
motion, Mu Qing was treating Zhang Ziwen lying on the ground like a toy.

"Let go, okay?" Zhang Ziwen slowly raised his hand, seemingly weakly trying to remove Mu Qing's
hand that was pinching his cheek.

"I won't, who told you to provoke me?" Mu Qing became even more aggressive, using more force with her small hand.

Zhang Ziwen felt a burning pain on his face. His hand was already on her wrist, lightly, very
weakly . He was extremely nervous at this moment, and the little strength he had regained made him unsure if he could hold her wrist.

"Don't touch me, let me pinch you, make you happy!" Mu Qing cried out, feeling her hand being clamped by him, her body
being pulled forward by a force. She felt a sense of foreboding and struggled desperately.

Zhang Ziwen was not about to let her have her way. With a pull and a twist, he brought Mu Qing's body down, flipped her over and pinned her down,
his legs clamping tightly around her waist, and lightning-fast grabbed her other hand, pressing it firmly to the ground. Unfortunately, he didn't have
the extra strength to loosen her joints.

Zhang Ziwen's sudden attack was met with fierce struggle. Mu Qing's waist and hands were restrained, but her knees were not
. She looked like a little lioness in her rage, and her knee slammed hard into his back.

With a "thud," Zhang Ziwen felt as if he had been hit hard on the back with an iron hammer. A sharp pain shot through him, and his body was thrown forward by the force of her
knee , pressing down on her chest.

Mu Qing was so angry she almost vomited blood. She thrashed her knees wildly, twisting and struggling desperately. Her face was flushed, and her furious expression
made Zhang Ziwen exert all his strength to control her waist. He knew very well what it would mean for him if she were free
. Damn it, he was going to risk his life.

Zhang Ziwen's only option now was to press himself against her chest to avoid her knee strikes.
He had been hit quite hard just now, and his throat felt a little sweet. Zhang Ziwen knew he had suffered minor internal injuries. This girl
was ruthless ; the pain in his shoulder blade almost made her break free. Zhang Ziwen pressed his entire body against him,
using all his strength. He didn't know how long he could hold out.

The intense struggle had exhausted Mu Qing's strength and also drained Zhang Ziwen's remaining strength. He could no longer
control her. Just as he was secretly lamenting that he couldn't take it anymore, Mu Qing suddenly stopped moving. She gave up
struggling. It seemed she was exhausted too. The only sound in the empty taekwondo gym was their heavy breathing.

Mu Qing's body suddenly stopped moving. Zhang Ziwen was secretly delighted and quickly adjusted his internal energy, slowly recovering his strength
. He had reached his limit. If it weren't for the super strong will he had developed in the army, which had made him risk his life, how could he have
controlled this crazed little lioness?

His strength was slowly returning. Zhang Ziwen held her waist and hands tightly, not daring to relax for a moment.
He was waiting for Mu Qing beneath him to struggle again. He could only barely control her now;
he couldn't . Even if he could regain enough strength to break her wrist joint, that would be great, but he couldn't do that. He
hoped that Mu Qing's intense struggle would come later.

Mu Qing beneath him remained still. Zhang Ziwen felt that he could loosen her joints, and his
joy was indescribable. Zhang Ziwen grabbed her hands, ready to be ruthless and dislocate her wrist joint, but then he heard
Mu Qing's sobs. The sound was suppressed, aggrieved, and very soft.

Mu Qing's voice made Zhang Ziwen stop. Zhang Ziwen's face was turned to the other side of her face,
so he couldn't see her expression. He then slightly raised his head. Good heavens, how did she end up like this?

Mu Qing's cheeks were streaked with tears, pearly tears still welling in her beautiful eyes. Her nostrils
flared , her lips turned down, and her delicate brows furrowed. She looked utterly pitiful, as if she had suffered a great injustice. Seeing her
like this, how could Zhang Ziwen possibly bring himself to be ruthless? In his eyes, Mu Qing had
instantly into a weak little lamb.

Zhang Ziwen was in a dilemma. What to do? He hadn't recovered his strength yet. Letting her go? Wouldn't that be suicide
? Even worse, after the previous strenuous activity and some internal injuries, his consciousness was somewhat
blurred. If he didn't quickly deal with this little troublemaker, and she managed to turn the tables, his fate was unimaginable. But how could he possibly torture her in
her state?

Zhang Ziwen hesitated, deeply conflicted. After much deliberation, he decided he had to neutralize her attack. He
sighed inwardly. "Girl, don't blame me for my fighting

principles. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to yourself." He had no choice but to resort to extreme measures. Zhang Ziwen began to exert force, but Mu Qing's wrist was as supple as if it had no bones. He gritted his teeth; with just a slight twist, everything would be fine. "You scoundrel, you're not a man, all you do is bully me!" Mu Qing sobbed intermittently, tears streaming down her face. These girlish words made Zhang Ziwen unable to exert any more force. He softened; he had an innate . He hated himself, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Already hesitant , he decided to abandon the idea of subjecting her to this inhuman pain. Zhang Ziwen gave her a bitter smile: "I'll let you go, but I hope you'll leave me a way out. We'll terminate the contract tomorrow, and from now on, we'll go our separate ways, okay?" "You...you're threatening me! I won't terminate the contract if I don't agree!" Mu Qing's tears were still wet, but her tone was full of stubbornness. "Then what else do you want? What did I threaten you with?" Zhang Ziwen thought she was simply unreasonable; she was still being stubborn even at this point . "You still say you didn't threaten me? Then hurry up and fire me!" Mu Qing's tone became angry, and her face suddenly flushed. Zhang Ziwen was slightly taken aback when he saw her suddenly become angry with a red face. He was a little confused and stared at her, wondering what trick she was up to now. "Why are you looking at me like that? You're hurting me, you stinky man!" Mu Qing's tone was angry but also a little embarrassed. Seeing Mu Qing's slightly strange expression, Zhang Ziwen finally understood what was going on. Only now did he feel the fullness and firmness beneath her chest, and the soft, boneless softness beneath her waist. Damn, so that's what it was. Zhang Ziwen could imagine how indecent their position was, but he still couldn't let go. What would happen if he let her go? He had to stay pressed against her. He couldn't care less about the outdated notion of men and women not touching each other anymore. Before he could fully recover his strength and protect himself, he couldn't let go of this red-black belt Taekwondo expert. He didn't dare underestimate this girl at all. Since he couldn't bear to break her joints, he had to at least ensure his own safe escape. This indecent position had to continue. Zhang Ziwen said helplessly, "I also want to let you go, but you haven't made a promise yet." "Hmph, do you believe a woman's promise? You stinky guy, let's see how long you can hold me back." Mu Qing stopped crying, her tone stubborn, looking at him without fear. She wasn't afraid of him at all now, at least she didn't feel any fear . Zhang Ziwen had witnessed this girl's stubbornness firsthand. Her unyielding expression left him helpless, and he couldn't let her go for the time being. However, thanks to her reminder, the woman's body beneath him was too clearly felt. He could smell her beautiful face and her fragrance; the proximity meant her sweet breath was also filling his nostrils. It was driving him crazy! Zhang Ziwen was furious. His damned male instincts were kicking in. Damn it, what doing? He felt helpless but unable to control himself. Mu Qing beneath him felt it—she felt it in her waist and abdomen. Subtle changes, growing stronger with time. She felt wronged, her heart pounding. She had never been treated like this by a man before. Her body, which had initially wanted to struggle, dared not move, afraid of that shameful thing. At this moment, a deep fear gripped her. Her stubborn expression vanished, replaced by shyness and fear. The man on top of her held her tightly, the damned guy's grip causing her hands to ache. Her breasts were being pressed against him wantonly, his masculine scent brazenly invading her nostrils. Why was this guy's heart beating so fast? What did he want? Mu Qing's face flushed crimson, she dared not look into his piercing gaze. Her body involuntarily went limp; she was afraid of provoking him. She was angry, yet helpless.

Zhang Ziwen felt her body soften, a signal that she was giving up the struggle. He
had and knew Mu Qing was planning a sneak attack. Now, her gradually softening body
relieved Zhang Ziwen, but her normal male reaction was stimulated even more by her soft body. He was going crazy;
his manhood was completely out of his control, pressing even more brazenly against her waist and abdomen.

Chapter 65 He's Always Too Soft-Hearted.

In this situation, neither of them seemed to know what to do. They were originally enemies,
fighting to the death just two minutes ago, but now things were delicate, awkward, and they were at a loss. Zhang Ziwen loosened his grip on her hands a little; he
was a little breathless. They were too close, their breaths mingling, their body scents
seemingly swirling, enticing, teasing each other. Mentally, they both wanted to repel the other, yet the physical
intimacy brought them a shameful pleasure. Mu Qing's body grew increasingly limp, her blush more
alluring , while Zhang Ziwen's body also weakened, though his damned member grew ever more audacious and erect.

Mu Qing was helpless against the changes in his lower body, wanting to move yet afraid to, the sensation growing stronger, that
shameful thing pressing brazenly against her soft abdomen. She was ashamed that she was somewhat infatuated with that intense feeling,
yet furious that this guy wouldn't let her go. How long did he intend to take advantage of her? She wanted to resist,
but couldn't muster any strength

. Zhang Ziwen had recovered about 30% of his strength; dealing with Mu Qing beneath him should be more than enough. He was
torn: let her go, or punish her?

He was furious at Mu Qing's merciless teasing, and now he had completely confronted her. He had temporarily controlled her,
and even his unruly member was violating her. He believed Mu Qing had already sensed the change in her lower body. This
feeling was too intense, and Zhang Ziwen was a little impulsive. He suddenly had an urge to conquer her. He wanted to punish her and take revenge with her
body. Now that things had come to this, all he needed to do was tear off her uniform. He had an evil thought.
Zhang Ziwen 's body moved, and his lower body pressed down. A clear feeling went straight to his brain. The feeling was so strong,

what was he going to do? Mu Qing was terrified. She sensed that Zhang Ziwen was doing it on purpose,
violating her. Mu Qing was both ashamed and angry. His erection was already moving towards her private parts, about to
touch her

. Zhang Ziwen's body moved quietly, lust overcoming reason. The man below didn't react, but his boldness grew. He
gradually moved his waist down, and Mu Qing suddenly trembled slightly. He touched her. Zhang Ziwen
felt his lower body touching her private parts. It was very soft. This strange feeling made him uncontrollably press
against

"I don't want to beg you," Mu Qing moaned softly, her voice trembling. She was afraid of Zhang Ziwen's violation. Her private parts
had been occupied by that shameful thing. She had no strength to resist. She could only beg for mercy in humiliation.

This delicate voice only fueled Zhang Ziwen's criminal arrogance. He felt a sense of satisfaction; she had finally begged for
mercy . He loved this feeling—the woman who had been so tolerant was pleading with him. The pleasure in his heart, combined with the pleasure in his lower body
, drove him to further his actions. The pressure below him turned into friction, a place that could give him intense pleasure .

Mu Qing tried to escape, twisting her lower body to try and dodge, but that shameful thing relentlessly pursued her,
increasingly brazenly violating her sacred forbidden zone. The blatant friction gave her an annoying pleasure. That shameful thing
touched her most sensitive spot, the fleeting touch almost making her moan softly.

Their breathing quickened, the atmosphere growing increasingly intimate. Zhang Ziwen felt Mu Qing's body trembling
violently , her chest pressing against her full, firm breasts. Her breasts were already squeezed out of shape, but the two
nipples stubbornly protruded, seemingly urging him to caress them. He wanted to free his hand to defile those sacred peaks, to touch and
knead them. He released Mu Qing's hand, his hand sliding down to her breasts, touching the round and firm... In truth, this was the first
time had ever used his hands to feel a woman's fullness. His hands trembled

as he felt Zhang Ziwen's hands violating her breasts. His large hands forcefully kneaded her fullness.
She had never experienced such brazen disrespect in her life. She trembled with anger, tears welling in her beautiful
eyes . Her freed hands weakly supported her on his shoulders, trying to push him away

. The moment Mu Qing's hands touched his shoulders, Zhang Ziwen immediately became alert. Although they were weak
hands, Zhang Ziwen stopped. His reason, which had been consumed by lust, returned in an instant. He gazed at Mu Qing beneath him, and
the beautiful face before him surprised him. Her cheeks were flushed, a complex mix of shyness, grievance, fear, and
anger. Her beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, pearly tears streaming down her cheeks. He could feel
her body trembling with fear, like a frightened rabbit. At this moment, Mu Qing appeared completely like a vulnerable
woman to him

. Seeing her pitiful state, Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of guilt. What was he doing? No matter how hateful she was, she
was still a woman, just a capricious little woman. Even if he possessed her, what
problem would it solve? Did he really want to become that shameful rapist? Thinking this, Zhang Ziwen secretly hated his own
despicable and vile thoughts. If he really took advantage of Mu Qing, he would truly become a rogue in her eyes.
If she reported him, he could imagine Wu Min's contemptuous gaze. Did he really want to go to jail for years and eat for free
? How could he face Tang Shu after this? Thinking of Tang Shu, Zhang Ziwen felt a cold sweat run down his back. He was thankful
he had realized his mistake in time, otherwise it would have been an irreparable error. His rising lust gradually subsided.

Mu Qing noticed that Zhang Ziwen, who was pressing down on her, had stopped moving. The shameful thing between them had changed;
it was no longer unrestrained, seemingly shrinking. She secretly glanced at Zhang Ziwen and saw him staring at her blankly,
a hint of regret in his eyes. She sensed that Zhang Ziwen wouldn't violate her again. Mu Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Without
the threat of lust, her anger began to rise. How dare this guy be so brazenly disrespectful to her! His
filthy hand was still gripping her breast. Enraged, Mu Qing used all her strength to bite his
arm hard.

Painful, excruciating pain! Zhang Ziwen was caught off guard and bitten squarely. He deserved it, though. He endured
the intense pain in his arm, knowing this angry little lioness wanted to vent. He didn't pry her
mouth open, considering it the price for his lewd thoughts. He realized his hand was still on her breast;
the pain combined with the sensation was a double dose of hot and cold. Zhang Ziwen could only manage a bitter smile at this complex feeling. He gently
released his grip on her full breast.

Mu Qing held onto Zhang Ziwen's arm tightly, her beautiful eyes still glaring at him fiercely. Tears streamed down her beautiful face
. She needed to vent, to release her pent-up grievances in a woman's way. She saw
the guilt in Zhang Ziwen's eyes; he was paying back his debt. His teeth were penetrating deeper, and she tasted blood in her mouth, which seeped from the corner of her lips .

Finally, Zhang Ziwen felt his arm loosen, the intense pain gradually subsiding. She released her bloodied bite;
it had been deep and fierce enough, leaving clear teeth marks on her arm, still oozing blood. Zhang Ziwen released
his body from hers. Now he was capable of handling any powerful enemy. The pain had driven away his sleepiness, and his
mind was incredibly clear. Looking at Mu Qing beside him, her tears still flowing, she was still angry

. Zhang Ziwen stood up and slowly walked towards the entrance of the dojo. He didn't want to... He couldn't
bear to see her heartbroken any longer. Let it end. He'd go to the company tomorrow to terminate her contract. The breach of contract
issue would have to be dealt with one step at a time. It was pointless; the futile struggle left him exhausted. Just then, Zhang Ziwen
felt a whoosh behind him. Danger! He suddenly ducked, turned, spun, and kicked out. With
a sharp "smack," he struck her ankle. A cry rang out as the attacker fell heavily to the ground. It was Mu
Qing. Still defiant, she turned and saw who it was, reducing the force of her kick. Even
so , her knees bent, she clutched her ankle. The immense pain
contorted her beautiful face. Stubbornly, she gritted her teeth, enduring the pain without uttering a sound. Her ankle instantly swelled and turned red.

Thankfully, her ankle wasn't broken, just a soft tissue contusion, similar to a sprained ankle. Zhang Ziwen glanced at it and
breathed a sigh of relief. Mu Qing's sneak attack hadn't aroused his hatred; after all, he had done such a terrible thing to her.
Zhang Ziwen understood her anger. He hadn't forgotten that Mu Qing had a fiancé, and dwelling on that now wouldn't make
a difference. He just wanted to leave

. Reaching the parking lot, Zhang Ziwen realized he hadn't driven. It seemed he'd have to take a taxi back. Mu Qing
's Porsche was parked there quietly. Looking at the car, Zhang Ziwen hesitated. Could she
drive ? Should he just leave her there? Looking at the darkening sky, he thought, "Damn it! Why bother with her
?"

He hadn't walked far when her pitiful image stubbornly appeared in his mind. Zhang Ziwen's
steps slowed, becoming uncontrollable, and he started walking back. He could only sigh at his own weakness; what
could he do? He was too soft-hearted. Damn it, I should just take her back to the city. I just
ca

Before even entering, he heard Mu Qing crying. She was rubbing her injured ankle, head down, muttering
, "Ugh, you stinking thing, you damned thing, leaving me here! Ugh, you bastard, ugh!"

Zhang Ziwen gently approached her, who was clearly heartbroken. Her appearance made him both laugh and cry. She looked
like wronged, sad, and helpless little woman.

Mu Qing sensed someone approaching and looked up, her face streaked with tears. It was that hateful Zhang Ziwen, his expression one of
helplessness . Her tears immediately flowed even more uncontrollably, like pearls falling from a broken string.

"Why did you come back?" Mu Qing sobbed, looking utterly pitiful.

"Let's go, I'll take you back," Zhang Ziwen sighed. "Get

out! I don't want you to take me back! Whether I live or die, it's none of your business!" Mu Qing stubbornly refused him.

Zhang Ziwen smiled wryly, feeling helpless at her stubbornness. Could he just ignore her? Was he really going to leave her
there? With her small frame, how could he possibly move her?

"Get up, stop making a fuss. We'll talk about what you want later. I'll take you back to the city now." Zhang Ziwen
held out his hand to her.

"Don't touch me!" Mu Qing tried to push his hand away, but Zhang Ziwen caught her. The next action
made her cry out. She was already in Zhang Ziwen's arms, wrapped around his waist.

"Let go of me, you annoying guy!" Mu Qing's panicked little fists rained down on Zhang Ziwen's chest,
but she had no strength.

"If you make another sound, I'll throw you out." Zhang Ziwen's expression was fierce; he could only resort to intimidation. Her
current behavior was that of an immature little girl.

"You dare!" Mu Qing stubbornly retorted, but her little hands, which had been hitting his chest, quickly wrapped around his neck.

The speed of the Porsche quickly took the couple into the city. The car was quiet. Mu Qing didn't make a sound either, leaning
back in her seat, her brows furrowed, lost in thought.

"Where do you live? How do I get there?" There was a crossroads ahead.

"Hmph, turn left," Mu Qing replied reluctantly.

Yi Jing Garden—Mu Qing lived in this upscale apartment complex. Zhang Ziwen parked the car, walked to the other side,
opened the door, and lifted Mu Qing out. This time she didn't fuss; she obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, though her fair
face was slightly flushed.

Mu Qing's behavior made Zhang Ziwen sigh inwardly. This was so much better. Only now did he realize she was acting like a woman
. Shouldn't women be gentler? Why be so fierce as usual?

Taking the elevator to the 12th floor, Mu Qing retrieved her keys from a plastic bag. However, while rummaging through her clothes, she
accidentally unearthed her lingerie—

a delicate, light blue Lise Charmel lingerie, the very same set Zhang Ziwen had sold her.
Mu Qing blushed and quickly hid it, but he, with his sharp eyes, still spotted it. This sensual object was the source of
their feud, for which Zhang Ziwen had even paid the price with a slap. Such an intriguing little thing! He couldn't believe she
was wearing it today. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but imagine her in this lingerie, alluring and seductive.
Damn it, his manhood was reacting strongly.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Everything Was a Mistake.

Entering the room, the motion-activated lights turned on, and the uniquely designed chandelier emitted a soft glow. The living room was
elegantly decorated, with stylish furniture and a digital projection screen on the art wall. Floral decorations adorned the walls,
creating a modern atmosphere. Just by looking at the living room's furnishings, one could tell the owner of this apartment had impeccable taste.

Mu Qing's bedroom exuded a faint, feminine fragrance. The bed was large and soft, with a thin sheet folded at the foot of the bed, looking
neat and tidy. A large plush teddy bear sat on the headboard, showing that she still had a childlike heart. This was President
Mu Qing 's room? Zhang Ziwen was a little incredulous. He glanced at Mu Qing, whom he was holding in his arms. She seemed to have her privacy
violated, burying her head in his chest, quite embarrassed. Zhang Ziwen found it amusing. This was nothing like Mu Qing, who was
usually a little lioness; she was more like a little girl who had never grown up.

Zhang Ziwen gently placed her on the bed, pulled the sheet over her body, and throughout the process, Mu Qing
was like an injured kitten, obediently letting him do as he pleased. Her face was flushed,
appearing incredibly beautiful under the soft bedroom light. Zhang Ziwen glanced at her injured ankle, which was
badly and looked like it needed some medicine, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for days.

"Do you have any ointment for external injuries here?" Zhang Ziwen asked softly.

"There's a medicine box in the storage room with safflower oil," Mu Qing said after a slight hesitation. "It's in the
room to the right of the living room."

Watching Zhang Ziwen's retreating figure as he left the bedroom, Mu Qing's eyes held a complex and strange expression—a hint of shyness, a touch
of confusion, a hint of helplessness, and something else entirely.

When Zhang Ziwen returned, he held a bottle of safflower oil. Mu Qing knew without guessing that he wanted to apply the medicine.
She pulled her foot back and held out her hand, saying, "Give me the medicine, I'll apply it myself."

Looking at her stubborn expression, Zhang Ziwen chuckled and said, "Your foot needs improved blood circulation.
Can ?"

"Mind your own business, you jerk, you're just pretending to be a good person," Mu Qing muttered, but withdrew her hand.

Zhang Ziwen shook his head. He ignored her and sat down beside her bed, gently
taking her foot in his hand . "Bear with it, it'll hurt a little at first."

"Be gentle, it hurts!" Mu Qing cried out softly.

"It hurts before I even touch you, that's an exaggeration."

"Mind your own business, it hurts!"

"Stop messing around, I'm going to put on some medicine." Zhang Ziwen dripped some safflower oil onto her ankle, gently spreading it first,
then gradually increasing the pressure.

"It hurts! I hate it! Can you be gentler? It hurts, you bad guy, it hurts so much!" Mu Qing cried out, trying to pull her foot away, but the excruciating pain in
her ankle made her curse out loud: "You stinky guy, you bad thing, Zhang Ziwen, it hurts so much, it's all your
fault, it's all your fault, you stinky guy!" Her voice was tearful, so pitiful, but it only made Zhang Ziwen curse her out.

"Don't move, what are you making a fuss about? Just bear with it." Zhang Ziwen used his elbow to firmly clamp her calf,
patiently massaging the injured area. Mu Qing couldn't struggle with her foot, so she started using her fists. She had already taken quite a few of her little
pink punches , and her back was throbbing with pain. This girl was too heavy-handed.

"I told you not to move, if you keep making a fuss I'll spank your bottom!" Zhang Ziwen said fiercely.

"You dare, you stinky guy, you dare!" Mu Qing, defiant, punched him a few more times on the back.

"I wouldn't dare," Zhang Ziwen said, gently flipping her over. His other hand perfectly
controlled her injured foot; the move was skillful, precise to the millimeter. Mu Qing's round, plump buttocks were already in
front of him, without even injuring her sore foot.

"Say I wouldn't dare." Before Zhang Ziwen finished speaking, his large hand firmly landed on Mu Qing's plump buttocks,
no lightness in his touch. A series of "slap, slap" sounds rang out, exactly ten times. He was sure that if her pants were pulled down, her buttocks
would be covered in his handprints.

Mu Qing hadn't expected him to actually hit her. She felt a burning pain in her buttocks, froze for a moment, then burst into tears
, crying and cursing, "Shameless bastard, you dare hit me! You're so mean!" Mu Qing was so aggrieved, crying so sadly.

This little girl, she really was a little girl, crying so easily, and so sadly at that. Zhang Ziwen was both annoyed and amused.

"Still crying, huh? Shut up! If you don't shut up, I'll hit you again." Zhang Ziwen threatened her fiercely .
At this moment, Mu Qing really became a little girl who never grew up in his eyes, without a trace of the female demon.

"You brat, all you do is bully me," Mu Qing sobbed, her voice noticeably softer, perhaps she was really scared.

Silence fell, and Mu Qing finally calmed down. After Zhang Ziwen's massage, the redness and swelling on her ankle seemed to
have subsided a bit, and the bruise had completely dispersed. Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief, put the medicine bottle on the bedside table, wiped
the sweat from his forehead, and felt a surge of exhaustion. The long journey last night, the grueling sitting during the day,
dealing with two Taekwondo masters in succession this evening, and finally subduing this little lioness in bed—even an iron man
couldn't withstand such torment, let alone with some minor internal injuries.

This place is no longer safe. Zhang Ziwen forced himself to stand up, but the bed was too soft,
making him reluctant to move. He shifted slightly, his consciousness blurring. Subconsciously, he thought he had stood up
and was walking out, but in reality, his body slumped back onto the large bed. He seemed to
hear a soft moan, "Hey!"

The bedroom was quiet. Mu Qing looked at Zhang Ziwen curled up on her bed. This guy had actually
fallen asleep on her bed and was even snoring. He looked like he was sleeping soundly, with a faint sheen at the corner of his lips. "Such a grown man,
still drooling!" Mu Qing spat, reaching for a wet tissue on the bedside table and gently
wiping away

the drool. "Ugh, why am I wiping this guy's mouth?" Mu Qing looked at the tissue in her hand, somewhat confused by her own
actions . She quickly threw the tissue away like a bomb. Looking at Zhang Ziwen sleeping so sweetly, Mu Qing was indignant.
"Hmph, this stinky guy dares to sleep in my bed! Isn't he afraid I'll punish him again?" She muttered to herself,
sizing up the guy who had once filled her with both anger and hatred. Her buttocks still a little sore; this guy had even slapped her!
She was a woman, you bastard, how could you do that? Mu Qing was furious. She pulled the pillow from
behind her and threw it at him, but halfway there, her hand holding the pillow froze in mid-air. She couldn't bring herself to hit him.
He looked like a big boy in his sleep, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream. He looked so innocent, so unlike his
usual arrogant self. She sighed. Right now, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. But he
had violated her!

The scene in the taekwondo gym flashed through Mu Qing's mind—this hateful guy on top of her, his
shameful thing shamelessly violating her. In that forbidden area, his stinky hands had even kneaded her breasts. The
feeling was still incredibly clear, as if it had happened just a minute ago. Thinking of this, Mu Qing's heart raced, and
her face flushed. That stimulating, instantaneous pleasure inevitably came back to her. She hated herself for
having such a shameful feeling.

Zhang Ziwen on the bed seemed to stir, startling Mu Qing. She quickly closed her beautiful eyes and pretended to be asleep. After a while, there was no
movement. Mu Qing slightly opened her beautiful eyes and secretly glanced at him. "You stinky guy, still scaring me even now!" Zhang Ziwen turned to
his side, sound asleep. "Why should I be afraid of this stinky thing?" Mu Qing snorted indignantly. Suddenly, she
noticed his arm, where she had bitten him. The teeth marks were clear, deep crimson. These deep teeth marks would probably stay with him for life.
"No way," Mu Qing thought, a little smug as she looked at her masterpiece. "Serves him right for daring to take advantage of me." Mu Qing suddenly
felt that the tooth mark was the greatest punishment for him. Just that one bite was enough to satisfy her. This was
the mark she had left on this guy for life. Thinking of this, all her hatred vanished .

Zhang Ziwen was in a daze when he felt a soft body entwined with him. It felt very comfortable. He
subconsciously hugged the soft body tightly and wrapped his thighs around it. "This must be a dream," he subconsciously thought. He
didn't want to wake up. Who wants to wake up from a erotic dream? He liked the feeling of his lower body against that soft body. The pleasure was intense.
He involuntarily writhed and rubbed against it.

"Ding-dong!" The sound of the doorbell woke Zhang Ziwen up. Damn it, he had just
reached hadn't even recovered yet. This damn doorbell had woken him up from his perfect erotic dream

. He was about to get up when he was hugged by the person in his arms. Damn it, this isn't a dream? Zhang Ziwen was startled and glanced at the person
in his arms . He was horrified to see Mu Qing. Damn it, how come she was still in his bed? Hadn't he
gone home? Had he done anything with her? He checked his body; thankfully, he was still dressed.

The doorbell rang incessantly, growing more urgent. Zhang Ziwen wanted to get out of bed to open the door, but Mu Qing stopped him. She
put her index finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, indicating he shouldn't make a sound. She mouthed that
her fiancé had arrived, then pointed to the watch on Zhang Ziwen's wrist, implying it was past work hours and
her fiancé had come looking for her. Seeing how afraid
he was of being discovered by her fiancé in the bedroom, Zhang Ziwen felt resentful, like he was the adulterer. Damn it, he hadn't done anything! What was there to
hide? But seeing Mu Qing's pitiful appearance, he obeyed and didn't open the door.

Mu Qing was also awakened by the doorbell. Seeing Zhang Ziwen, who had woken up with her, trying to open the door,
she quickly hugged him. She felt a little guilty, as if she had done something wrong, even though the two in bed seemed innocent.

Their current position was quite indecent. Sometime last night, their bodies had become entangled,
chests and abdomens pressed together, thighs intertwined, their vital parts pressed tightly together. However, Zhang Ziwen's
penis wasn't as erect as it usually was in the morning, but he felt a stickiness, and his underwear was already soaked
. His thin outer pants were wet. Damn, could it be? Had he had a wet dream? Zhang Ziwen was incredibly embarrassed

. Finally, all was quiet outside. The two of them jerked away as if electrocuted. After all, they were still sworn enemies;
how could they be so intimate? It was against all reason! They both tried to reassure themselves that it was purely accidental—
they'd accidentally fallen asleep and ended up embracing. The bedroom was quiet; their irregular heartbeats could be clearly heard.
Soon, very quickly…

Mu Qing was a little shy. She seemed to have had the same dream. Her fair, beautiful face was still flushed, and
her lower body felt uncomfortable and sticky. She sat up and inadvertently glanced at the wet stain on his crotch. Her face flushed
even more.

Could it be hers? That would be so embarrassing! Mu Qing was at a loss. She quickly jumped out of bed and
limped into the bathroom

. Mu Qing could clean herself and change her clothes, but what about herself? How could she go out like this?
Zhang Ziwen grabbed two tissues from the bedside table. Damn it, the more he wiped, the wetter it got, and the wet stains on his crotch became more and more
obvious . Only then did he realize he was using wet wipes. How embarrassing! Zhang Ziwen could only manage a wry smile.

Mu Qing came out wearing a bathrobe, found a slip dress in the closet, and went back into the bathroom. From beginning to end,
she didn't dare to look at Zhang Ziwen once, her face flushed. She didn't dare to look at Zhang Ziwen, and Zhang Ziwen felt the same way.
When she came out again after changing into the slip dress, Zhang Ziwen turned his body to the side, trying to hide the unsightly sight of his lower body.
The wet stains were too conspicuous.

Seeing his timid appearance, Mu Qing knew exactly what had happened. In short, he had found out.
She gritted her teeth and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Wait for me at home, I'm going to buy something." She didn't have the courage to say the words about her pants
. Just that one sentence made her so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Zhang Ziwen mumbled a reply. He figured he'd wait, but hopefully things would get dry quickly.
This was the most embarrassing situation he'd ever been in. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong person, wrong thing—
youthful restlessness was truly a curse. This was Zhang Ziwen's deepest feeling at that moment.

(Episode 3, Chapter 67: An Unexpected Incident

) A door lock clicked, and Mu Qing returned. Her limping gait made Zhang Ziwen feel a little
guilty . Mu Qing, blushing, threw the things she'd bought in front of him. Zhang Ziwen glanced at them and felt a wave of embarrassment. It
seemed the girl had already noticed the wet patch on his crotch. Embarrassing! Seeing the unopened new
underwear made him feel even more ashamed.

The trousers Mu Qing bought for him fit perfectly, and even the underwear felt comfortable. He glanced at the brand; it
looked familiar to be designer brands. Zhang Ziwen tidied himself up, put the soiled underwear and undergarments into
a plastic bag, and left the bathroom. He saw Mu Qing sitting in the outer living room. Zhang Ziwen went over and sat
on the sofa facing her. Mu Qing glanced at him but didn't speak or show any expression. Zhang Ziwen had to find a way
to break the silence. The contract issue was weighing on his mind; if it wasn't resolved, he feared he wouldn't be able to sleep well.

"Mu Qing, I want to talk to you about the contract."

"Wasn't the contract signed? What's there to talk about?"

"I want to talk about terminating the contract. I can't handle this job."

"You're doing a good job. Why terminate the contract? Do you think I signed this contract as a joke?" Mu Qing's
tone was indifferent; he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

“But I don’t think I’ve done a good job. I’ve endured these past 20 days, but we both know the unspoken truth: do you
think this game is still worth continuing?” Zhang Ziwen sensed her reluctance to terminate the contract, so he decided to
confront her directly. This game couldn’t continue, and he wouldn’t back down today.

“Who’s playing games with you? You’re so petty, are you even a man?” Mu Qing’s last sentence was a little soft,
but Zhang Ziwen, with his exceptional hearing, heard it clearly.

Petty? Not a man? * If I hadn’t been lenient with you, I would have made you regret it at the Taekwondo gym
. Zhang Ziwen was extremely displeased and said in a deep voice, “Let me be clear today: I’m not capable of doing this assistant
job . Even if you don’t terminate the contract, I don’t plan to work here anymore. There’s no penalty for breach of contract; sue me or
do whatever you want.”

"Hmph, Zhang Ziwen, you're just remembering the few nights I messed with you, aren't you? You're a man, can't you be a little more tolerant?
Let me vent my anger, and everything will be fine, right? Who told you to provoke me first? I didn't do anything to you yesterday, did I? And
you're still holding a grudge?"

What kind of logic is this? It seems like everything is his fault. Zhang Ziwen felt she was utterly unreasonable,
and it seemed impossible to communicate with her. He didn't want to waste any more time arguing with her: "Then tell me what you want? You mean to continue?
You want me to deliver some documents for you every night? To let you vent your anger for no reason? Sorry, I can't do that, I don't have the time."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Hmph, you blockhead! When did I say I needed you to deliver documents?
Who took their anger out on you? Didn't I say I didn't do anything to you? Why do you keep bringing it up?"

This sounded interesting. Zhang Ziwen wondered, did she mean to wipe the slate clean?
Could he trust this girl's words? He tentatively asked, "You mean the past is over?"

"What else do you want? Do you still want to bully me?" Mu Qing rolled her eyes at him, her gaze full of allure.

Zhang Ziwen had no time to analyze her charming gaze; her meaning was clear: she wouldn't dwell on the past, she
wouldn't use her past as an excuse to torment him anymore, everything was back on track, and she wasn't holding a grudge anymore . Why would she terminate the
contract? Giving up a high salary would be self-destructive.

"Fine, since you're letting bygones be bygones, I won't mention terminating the contract. Of course, I
'll do my job well, but let me make this clear: if you treat me like before, I'm
definitely . That contract doesn't bind me anymore. I hope you understand." Zhang Ziwen was being frank with her today to avoid
future trouble.

"I know, why are you being so long-winded, you big man?" Mu Qing's tone was quite impatient.

The negotiations were considered over, but the outcome was unexpected. Zhang Ziwen felt it went too smoothly, like
a rocket launch. He didn't care anymore; the unpleasant truth had been laid out beforehand, and if she dared to play any tricks, he could simply walk away.

Without further ado, Zhang Ziwen stood up to leave. Mu Qing, ever generous, gave him two more days off.
After all her foot injury needed to heal, and if she didn't go to the company, his assistant would have nothing to do.

The grudge was resolved, work was stable, and now he had two days off to relax. It seemed
the bad luck was finally over; after so long, it was time for his fortunes to change. Zhang Ziwen felt a little giddy.

Watching Zhang Ziwen's slightly swaying figure, Mu Qing was lost in thought. She had initially wanted to let him leave the company, but the words that
came out were pleading for him to stay. Logically, shouldn't she hate him? Why keep him around to annoy her? Mu Qing didn't understand
her feelings. Why were her words contradicting her true intentions? Did she really not want him to leave? "Impossible," Mu Qing
shook her head vigorously. "Hmph, I'll find a reason to fire him another day," she muttered through gritted teeth, a hint of unease creeping into
her . Mu Qing felt a pang of confusion, wondering why she couldn't bring herself to hate him anymore

. Just as Zhang Ziwen stepped downstairs, his phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, it was He Li. As
usual , he held the phone to his ear for about 15 seconds, waiting for her to finish her playful complaint before officially speaking. Good news again; He Li
had already transferred his monthly allowance to his account. Zhang Ziwen suppressed his impulse not to tell her that he had found a job—
a high-level white-collar job with a monthly salary of over ten thousand. He wanted to surprise He Li; not only would he no longer need her for
allowances, but he could also buy her nice gifts every month. His older sister had taken care of him for so many years; now it was
time for him to repay her. Thinking of He Li's happiness for him, Zhang Ziwen smiled brightly. He had
n't smiled so happily in a long time.

A black Mercedes-Benz 500SL was parked in the distance. The person inside the car was glaring venomously at Zhang Ziwen's retreating figure,
their handsome face contorted with resentment. Fan Lihua, Mu Qing's fiancé, had felt uneasy since last night.
He couldn't get through to Mu Qing's cell phone, and when he arrived at the company today, he didn't see her, nor was Zhang Ziwen. Connecting this
to the rumors circulating at work, Fan Lihua couldn't concentrate on his job. He immediately drove to Mu Qing's house. Mu Qing's
Porsche was parked downstairs, so she must be home. He rang the doorbell repeatedly without response. Suspicious, he
parked across the street and sat in his car, staring at the entrance of Yijing Garden. He felt something was wrong with Mu Qing. Sure
enough, not long after, he saw Mu Qing limp out, hailing a taxi and heading off somewhere. Fan Lihua
didn't follow, patiently waiting. He had a feeling Zhang Ziwen was at her house, and sure enough...
Not long after Mu Qing returned home, Zhang Ziwen showed up. Seeing his smug, carefree demeanor, Fan Lihua's eyes
nearly bled; he wanted nothing more than to start his Mercedes and ram him, killing him on the spot.

Finally, he calmed down. Impulsiveness wouldn't solve anything. A senior
executive didn't deserve such a position without a steady, calculating mind. He needed a plan, a
plan to ensure Zhang Ziwen's eternal damnation. He wanted to eliminate Zhang Ziwen completely. "You bitch, daring to betray me! Heh heh, just you wait!"
Fan Lihua sneered, his eyes flashing with venom. Thinking of her limping figure,
the fire of resentment in his heart almost burned his chest.

Zhang Ziwen, in a cheerful mood, walked to an ATM outside a bank. He needed to check how much he actually
had . His salary plus the living expenses He Li sent him should easily be over 20,000 yuan. He took out
his salary card, inserted it, entered the password, and checked. A series of numbers appeared: *, 26000? How come there was an extra
8,000? After a moment's thought, he figured there were expenses for clothes, gas, and the like. This was
all ever earned on his own, and he'd never owned so much before.

Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed, ecstatic. His hands trembled as he pressed the keys; he was too excited. Money could change
a person's character—that was certainly true. At least he couldn't stay calm now. The hardships of the past 20 days hadn't been in vain, and
the tough times were over. A bright future awaited him. Zhang Ziwen's joy was indescribable.

Perhaps he was too excited and pressed the wrong key. The card wouldn't eject, and suddenly the screen went black, displaying the words "Malfunction ." Zhang Ziwen felt extremely dizzy, wondering if this was a case of too much joy turning
into sorrow.

Damn it, his card got swallowed at the crucial moment. He was
both amused and exasperated. God, you can't be playing tricks on me, can you?

Luckily, the bank was right next door. Zhang Ziwen went inside. There were quite a few people in the bank, and he had to take a number. Zhang Ziwen
originally wanted to ask the bank staff to help him get his card, but he was met with a cold and indifferent face. No matter what he said, he had to
take a number first. Zhang Ziwen had no choice but to reluctantly take a number and wait in line.

At this moment, several people emerged from the bank's VIP customer area. Leading the way was a woman wearing
sunglasses, obscuring her features. However, judging from her figure and elegant gait, she was undoubtedly a
beauty , and possessed an air of great poise. Behind her followed two burly men also wearing sunglasses, presumably her
bodyguards. A man dressed as a bank manager accompanied her, obsequiously explaining what it

meant for a beautiful woman to attract attention. Zhang Ziwen, of course, was no exception, observing the sunglasses-wearing beauty approaching him with interest
. His keen sense of smell had already detected her alluring fragrance.

Suddenly, several screams rang out from the lobby entrance, followed by a sharp gunshot. Zhang Ziwen
reacted swiftly, dropping to the ground the instant the shot was fired. A commotion erupted in the lobby as the sunglasses-wearing beauty's bodyguards
rushed forward to protect her. Another gunshot rang out, and before the burly man could even utter a sound, he fell heavily to the ground.
Beside Zhang Ziwen, a bloody hole appeared in the center of her forehead, from which red and white fluids gushed out. A scream followed,
and the woman in sunglasses was pushed down by another man in sunglasses. She fell towards where Zhang Ziwen
had catch her, another gunshot rang out. The bodyguard who had pushed the woman was shot and fell to the ground. In that
split second, Zhang Ziwen was now holding a woman in his arms. Three shots, two men blown off their heads—ruthless, incredibly ruthless.
Zhang Ziwen knew without a doubt that he had encountered robbers. There was a large potted plant where he had fallen. As soon as the woman in his arms
landed , Zhang Ziwen rolled over, hiding his body behind the plant to avoid being blown off again. At this moment
, Zhang Ziwen felt that fate was truly playing a cruel joke on him. Just when he thought his bad luck was over, his card was swallowed by a machine, and before he could retrieve it, he encountered
bank robbers. What the hell was going on? Zhang Ziwen was both amused and exasperated.

The commotion in the lobby seemed to have subsided; the robbers had clearly brought the situation under control. Zhang Ziwen cautiously peeked out.
There were three robbers, all wearing cartoon masks. Looking at those masks, Zhang Ziwen almost burst out laughing. Damn, they were big
shots Bush, Koizumi, and Blair, all heads of state. The three leaders were carrying backpacks, two of them
were armed with AK-47 semi-automatic rifles, and the third robber, wearing a Koizumi mask, was using a Type 54 rifle. The two rifle-wielding
robbers were on guard around the lobby, while the one with a pistol went straight to the bank counter, took out several rubber bombs from his backpack, and stuck them
to the glass of the counter. It seemed that these three robbers were veterans; their movements were very professional and swift, without any sign of nervousness. They had probably done this kind
of business many times before.

Zhang Ziwen quickly surveyed his hiding place, about 30 meters from the lobby entrance.
Rushing out would be difficult; he wasn't confident he could dodge two AKs. He could only wait and see.
The clerk inside the counter must have pressed the alarm button; he'd leave this mess to the police. Zhang Ziwen was unarmed, and
dealing with three armed robbers was unrealistic.

The robbers were currently busy blowing up the bulletproof glass case; he was safe for now and didn't intend to risk intervening.

Just then, the piercing sound of sirens filled the air. The police had acted quickly; less than 10 minutes had passed.
The sirens grew louder, and the sound of emergency brakes echoed outside the bank. Zhang Ziwen was somewhat satisfied;
it seemed the police weren't incompetent. He breathed a sigh of relief, hoping the police would resolve the situation quickly.

Suddenly, Zhang Ziwen felt a hand pushing him. Startled, he realized he'd forgotten about this –
the woman in sunglasses beneath him was being crushed quite badly. But he couldn't move now. Zhang Ziwen smiled helplessly at her,
signaling her to bear with it. He carefully moved away from her chest and abdomen, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, urging her to shift slightly.
His eyes warned her to be careful; otherwise, it would be bad if she poked her head out. The woman in sunglasses was clever; she understood his
meaning and gently shifted her body slightly.

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