The City Hunter (Complete) - 25

Chapter 160 A Bickering Couple

"Idiot, the door is sealed! Don't you even know that basic common sense?" An Yun seized the opportunity to tease him.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at her sideways and said, "Are you bored? Go back to the cabin and restore order.

What are you doing causing trouble here?"

"Sister Yu has already been doing it. Why do you need to remind me? Let me tell you, I'm a flight attendant. I have the right to supervise you, you

bastard."

Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly to himself. He wasn't a terrorist, so what right did he have to supervise him? He could only say this in

his heart because he knew there was no reasoning with this girl.

"This cabin door can only be opened from the inside, right? How did those two bandits get in?" Zhang Ziwen

was quite familiar with the aircraft's structure.

"You've got the question. I asked the captain inside to open the cabin door."

"You asked him to open the door? What happened?"

"You're incredibly stupid. They were pointing guns at me. Did I not ask for the door?" An Yun rolled her eyes at him.

"I see," Zhang Ziwen pondered, calculating in his mind. It seemed he would still need this girl's cooperation.

An Yun didn't object to this cooperation. It was just shouting; she knew that unless the hijackers inside

were dealt with, who knew where the plane would end up? In this crisis, even if Zhang Ziwen was

someone she hated, she had to cooperate fully. Besides, deep down she enjoyed the thrill; otherwise, she wouldn't have

followed Zhang Ziwen around watching the excitement. Other flight attendants would probably have run away as fast as they could.

An Yun had just reached the intercom box next to the cabin when Zhang Ziwen suddenly reached out and tugged at her, signaling her

not to move. An Yun followed Zhang Ziwen's gaze and saw that the cockpit door seemed to be moving. Were people about to come out? An

Yun tensed up. Zhang Ziwen quickly made a gesture, telling her to lie down in her seat to attract attention.

An Yun muttered in dissatisfaction. She didn't need to guess what Zhang Ziwen meant. She had already sacrificed her charm countless times;

why did this bastard keep using the same trick over and over again? Dissatisfaction didn't hinder her nimble movements; quickly, she had

struck an alluring pose.

Zhang Ziwen, guarding the cabin door, the dagger that had killed several people slid back into his hand. Two corpses had already been hopped into a corner by Zhang Ziwen when there was

movement , waiting for An Yun to settle into her seat. Zhang Ziwen adjusted

his breathing; it seemed his luck hadn't run out. He was just thinking about finding a way in when it turned out the people inside couldn't resist the temptation first.

Heaven had eyes; the timing was perfect.

The door opened. A strong stench of blood wafted out. Zhang Ziwen knew without guessing that a massacre had taken place inside.

He followed a masked man out, glancing at Zhang Ziwen standing beside him, then immediately drawn to

the beauty . She truly was a beauty; An Yun's eyes were hazy, filled with sorrow and resentment, her small mouth uttering soft moans,

the murmurs of someone who had just suffered humiliation. Her clothes were disheveled, her smooth, tender back exposed,

her two long, slender, white legs enough to attract anyone's attention—tempting, alluring. Two sounds of

swallowing rang out, one from the masked man, the other from Zhang Ziwen. Damn, this girl was irresistibly

alluring; his heart couldn't help but race.

The masked man approached An Yun. Any man would react this way;

there's no need to be polite to such a pitiful lamb to the slaughter. Even if she'd been violated countless times, her alluring fear only fueled a man's

lust, not a shred of sympathy for her pitiful appearance. Seeing the masked man's lewd actions, both

Zhang Ziwen and An Yun simultaneously thought, "Inhuman!"

Zhang Ziwen didn't immediately act. He glanced at the cockpit again, making sure the other thug wouldn't

emerge, before locking onto the masked man again. By then, the masked man was already leering and pouncing on An Yun's soft, delicate body

.

"No, no!" An Yun's eyes were filled with panic. She flailed and kicked wildly, fiercely resisting the onrushing

masked man. She was terrified. She thought Zhang Ziwen would act quickly, but that guy hadn't made a move yet?

"Zhang Ziwen, you bastard, why don't you just die!" An Yun was frantic. She was no match for the strong masked

man. The masked man's head, with only his eyes and mouth showing, was almost touching her flushed face. Suddenly, the masked man's head was

pulled back by a force, revealing his large Adam's apple. An Yun's vision blurred, and she saw a flash of cold light.

Zhang Ziwen's movements were not fast. He grabbed the masked man's head with one hand and calmly

slashed the masked man's throat with his dagger. There were no fancy moves, as simple as butchering a pig. Blood seeped from the cut throat.

When Zhang Ziwen dragged the body onto the passageway, dark red blood was everywhere. The cut was deep enough. A calm

killing could increase the force. If this masked man was unlucky, he would bleed to death.

"Disgusting, can't you be a little more civilized?" An Yun gagged, the smell of blood was too strong.

Zhang Ziwen could only smile at her words. How could killing be civilized? "Naive," Zhang Ziwen thought, "I don't have time to argue with her right now. There's

still one guy inside. Only after taking down the last terrorist can the crisis truly be resolved." He swaggered towards

the cockpit. He was now a disguised terrorist; there was no need to hide.

The scene inside the cockpit made Zhang Ziwen frown. The heavy stench of blood was nauseating.

Three pilots in flight uniforms lay piled on the floor, surrounded by red and white matter. Judging from their deaths, their heads had exploded—

ruthless, leaving no survivors.

The sole surviving masked man was focused on piloting the plane, unaware that death was lurking behind him.

Zhang Ziwen didn't act immediately. He had a headache. These terrorists were ruthless, wiping out all the pilots

, leaving not a single one alive. Damn it, was he supposed to kill this guy and then fly the plane himself? Zhang Ziwen

only knew , how was he going to handle this big guy? Good heavens, a difficult problem, but keeping this guy as

a hostage was obviously unrealistic. Zhang Ziwen had a slight change

of heart; every second longer with such a dangerous individual was a potential disaster. Zhang Ziwen made his move. This so-called sneak attack was ridiculously simple for

him

. No need for fancy moves, no need to calculate time, and no need to pursue any particular angle. Head, neck, rotate—a slight crack in the neck bones, and the masked man didn't even utter a sound before his head was off. His skillful, mechanical movements—to be honest, Zhang Ziwen was

a little unaccustomed to such simple methods. He preferred extreme techniques and highly precise angles; speed and passion were what increased the thrill

. The final step was too clumsy. That's it, all done. A magnificent and thrilling start, an extremely dull ending. Zhang Ziwen

felt a little disappointed .

With the help of the passengers, the body was quickly cleared away, piled up in a corner at the rear of the plane. Zhang Ziwen...

The detonators on all the bodies were dismantled. Then, the flight attendants were instructed to re-check all passengers' luggage,

including those in the baggage claim area, for any remaining time bombs or similar items. Upon hearing about the bomb

check , the passengers cooperated readily, opening their carry-on bags. Unclaimed luggage

was also cleared out.

Zhang Ziwen returned to the cockpit and was about to close the door when An Yun squeezed in, carrying

Zhang Ziwen 's clothes. She unceremoniously closed the door for him, leaving only the

two bickering rivals in the cockpit. Seeing her refusing to leave, Zhang Ziwen felt a headache coming on. Now that the crisis was over, he really didn't want to face

this ; his arm, where she

had bitten him, still ached slightly. Who knew what she might do next? That would be too much trouble, and he didn't want to be the sucker.

"What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you," Zhang Ziwen pleaded,

hoping An Yun would obediently leave.

"I'm a flight attendant, what's wrong with me being here? Humph, it seems you shouldn't be here at all." An

Yun wasn't buying his act. She didn't know why, but she just wanted to follow him and keep an eye on him.

"How about I go out? You can fly the plane?" Zhang Ziwen was getting a little annoyed; this brat's words were really

sharp.

"Hmph, I can't fly a plane. Go out if you want, nobody's stopping you. Let the plane crash on its own,

I'm not afraid. I'll leave it to fate if something like this happens." An Yun wasn't intimidated by his threats, looking completely

nonchalant . She knew he was just saying it out of anger.

Damn it, this girl seems to have me cornered. Zhang Ziwen was extremely frustrated. You want to play games, huh? "I'll play with you

," Zhang Ziwen said, his hands moving quickly. In an instant, he was down to only his underwear,

his mature and muscular body displayed suggestively before An Yun's eyes

. "You filthy exhibitionist!" An Yun cried out. She knew what he was going to do from his movements, and her face flushed red with

embarrassment . This bastard was too fast; he was completely naked before she could even react.

Zhang Ziwen chuckled smugly, not saying a word, but moving closer to her, his hand reaching for her

breasts, which were indeed full and perky.

"You pervert, what are you doing? Don't touch me!" An Yun cried out in alarm, covering her chest and taking two steps back.

"What? Hehe," Zhang Ziwen chuckled maliciously, his eyes gleaming with lust. He continued

to press closer to the retreating An Yun.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll bite you!" An Yun's mouth opened slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with panic. She hadn't

expected Zhang Ziwen to be so bold. She couldn't believe he would do something so offensive, but his expression was truly

lewd, and she was terrified.

"What are you doing? I'm just taking my own clothes, why are you backing away? Don't you know what you're afraid of? Damn it."

Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of pleasure. He saw the panic in An Yun's beautiful eyes. Heh heh, so you're scared

now, you brat. Just because I haven't shown my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover! Zhang Ziwen took another step closer.

"Don't come any closer, I'll throw it to you!" An Yun, still a little panicked, threw

the clothes covering her chest to him as he continued to approach. A half-naked man, only wearing his underwear,

was getting so close; she could already smell his masculine scent. He could even clearly see his bulging genitals. How

embarrassing! An Yun's heart pounded like a rabbit's. That thing had touched her virginity;

the scene of their encounter flashed clearly in her mind in that instant. Her face instantly turned even redder and more tender.

"You bastard, turn around and put it on!" An Yun was a little annoyed. This guy was putting on his clothes in front of her,

but he wouldn't put on his pants first. This bastard was doing it on purpose, a pervert.

"Why don't you turn around? It's not like I told you to come in." Zhang Ziwen took off his clothes quickly, but put them on slowly.

He wanted to embarrass her.

"You pervert, humph, you think I don't know your bad thoughts? I won't, you have the guts not to put them on." An

Yun's stubborn temper flared up. Although her face was flushed with embarrassment, her beautiful eyes were wide open

. Her gaze boldly glanced between his legs, and she thought to herself, "Looking won't kill anyone,

humph, you bastard, you think I'm afraid of you, you perverted exhibitionist."

Failure, Zhang Ziwen groaned inwardly. Her bold gaze made him uncomfortable. Damn it, she

took advantage . Zhang Ziwen quickly put on his pants, his movements a little clumsy. He hadn't expected this girl to be so outrageously

bold. What was going on in this little head of hers? "Sigh, I fooled her, but I

scared myself instead," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, feeling nothing but a sigh.

An Yun breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him quickly get dressed. Her heart was pounding; she was even a little

surprised by her own boldness, but making this guy look disheveled was a victory in itself. An Yun's embarrassment vanished instantly, replaced by smugness . Zhang Ziwen, meanwhile,

was

groaning. Sitting in the pilot's seat, he felt a headache coming on. The instruments were flashing with various lights

, and nothing seemed to work. Thankfully, it was on autopilot, but he wasn't sure where they were going. He figured

the plane was heading towards Chechnya, and he needed to correct the course quickly. Zhang Ziwen gestured with his fingers; he was having real trouble reading

the English .

"Idiot, you're hopeless, aren't you?" An Yun had somehow gotten close to Zhang Ziwen, leaning against the back of the pilot's seat,

feeling the warmth of his breath on the back of his ear.

"Don't make things worse. I'm telling you, if you cause any more trouble, I'll throw you out

, you believe me?" Zhang Ziwen was a little annoyed. Even at this point, this brat was still gloating behind him. Wasn't she afraid of dying? She had no

sense of restraint. "Hmph, why are you taking it out on me? It's because you're stupid. Don't you know how to contact the ground? Just have them teach you how to operate

it. Hmph, you only know how to bully a weak woman like me. What kind of man are you? You bastard." An Yun

mocked him with her small mouth, and wanted to bite him again. His ears looked a little tender. Chapter 161 of Chapter 9 of the novel "A Strange

Love Debt"

Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. Why didn't he think of this? This girl is smart.

Zhang Ziwen was secretly pleased and didn't care about her mockery. Actually, it wasn't that he didn't think of it, but

he was temporarily confused by this girl. An Yun had been working on the plane for a long time, so it was normal for her to figure this out quickly. With

An Yun 's clever little brain, this was a piece of cake.

The communication equipment had been shut down by the terrorists. Zhang Ziwen's English wasn't as good as An Yun's, so there was no other way but to rely on

this troublesome but beautiful partner. An Yun, however, was quite willing. She moved quickly, already shifting from the seat back to...

In

the Zhang Ziwen could feel the softness of her body against his arm. Her

tattered clothes, torn by Zhang Ziwen, revealed her fair and delicate skin, especially her large, smooth

, bare back—its beautiful lines and gleaming whiteness were quite eye-catching. This glimpse of her exposed skin made Zhang Ziwen's

heart flutter . A woman's fragrance wafted into his nostrils. She smelled wonderful; she really did. With his keen sense of smell, Zhang Ziwen

sniffed. Feeling a bit feverish and lightheaded, he thought to himself, "What a little devil!"

Soon, with An Yun's help, contact was established with the ground. The excited

voices of the ground personnel in the communications tower came through, indicating they were also aware of the aircraft's anomaly. The radar tracking

confirmed Zhang Ziwen's assessment: the plane was heading towards Chechnya. When Zhang Ziwen informed them the crisis was

over , a clamor of cheers erupted from the other side's communication equipment. The two rivals in the cockpit were also

infected by this excitement; they could go home! They couldn't help but exchange a smile. However, they quickly realized that such friendliness seemed

a bit inappropriate. They simultaneously snorted. Their silent battle of wits continued.

The ground personnel directed Zhang Ziwen through the communication system, and with An Yun's help, Zhang Ziwen

no longer had to painstakingly search through the buttons with small English labels. The course coordinates were quickly corrected, and the plane continued towards

Zhonghai, maintaining a normal altitude according to the ground personnel's instructions. The course is normal, and the flight is still in autopilot

mode. It's safe for now, and there's no point in worrying about whether it will land safely.

Zhang Ziwen was quite relaxed. He had at least flown small trainer aircraft before during training. This thing, though large, should be fine

as long as he handled it properly, right?

Thinking this through, Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. A few more hours of flight and he'd be home. He

Li and Tang Shu must be waiting for him at the airport. Thinking about seeing his two beloved women,

a smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's lips.

"You're so smug! The plane hasn't even landed yet, so you're still in danger. Look at you, humph, what's so great about that?"

An Yun had been secretly watching his expression. Seeing his smug look, she couldn't help but mock him. She liked his sullen face; she couldn't stand

Zhang Ziwen's smile and always had to find something to criticize.

Boring. This girl seems determined to wear him down. Is it really necessary? Do I owe her that much? An Yun's sarcasm was a real

killjoy, completely destroying any vestiges of Zhang Ziwen's fragile warmth.

"What do you know? What business is it of yours if I'm happy? If you don't like it, go out! I've never seen anyone as shameless as you."

Zhang Ziwen didn't want to engage with her, but couldn't resist retorting.

"You bastard, who's shameless? Humph, if I hadn't helped you, would you be sitting here so comfortably, grinning like an idiot?

I've never seen anyone so heartless, not even thanking me, acting like you're so capable. You

can't even understand a few words of English, what are you capable of?" An Yun's fighting spirit suddenly intensified. A response would be met with a counterattack. Want to argue?

Who's afraid of who? Bickering was her forte.

An Yun wasn't afraid, but Zhang Ziwen was. Women were his nemesis. In any conflict with a woman,

he seemed to have never gained the upper hand, suffering numerous defeats throughout his life. Facing An Yun, with her sharp tongue

, he could only swallow his pride and endure. Arguing with a woman like that wasn't his style. "I'll endure it,"

Zhang Ziwen gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

Zhang Ziwen's forbearance only emboldened An Yun. The more he yielded, the more she wanted to press her advantage. She

was now looking for a fight with Zhang Ziwen.

"Bastard, are you mute? Do you even consider yourself a man? Do you know what kind of person you are? Hmph, you think

you're magnanimous by not speaking? What are you pretending for? Do you think everyone doesn't know the filthy thoughts in your head? Others may not know

what you're like, but I see right through you. Just two words: scum." An Yun's beautiful eyes were full of mockery, and

her sharp words, combined with her expression, perfectly conveyed the message, "This lady is disgusted with you."

"Poisonous! This brat's mouth is incredibly venomous!" Zhang Ziwen was starting to lose his temper. "How can someone be so mean?" he thought. "Damn it,

she's sick in the head. I won't stoop to her level. I'll endure it!" Zhang Ziwen forced himself to suppress his displeasure.

"Tch, let me tell you about your despicable behavior, you scum! You better listen carefully. Hmph, find your

faults and behave yourself, understand? Scum!" An Yun could see through his thoughts. He wouldn't

stoop would he? She was a man of principle, and she didn't believe in that. She wasn't afraid of offending him; her goal was to take this opportunity to give

him a good scolding. She wanted to get justice for her sister, and

she would have no choice but to curse Zhang Ziwen, whom she had hated for over two years. Zhang Ziwen stared straight ahead, feeling helpless. Slap her? He couldn't bring himself to do it. Curse

her? He couldn't win the argument. Helpless, Zhang Ziwen could only painfully continue to endure the new label she had placed on him:

scum.

"You, surnamed Zhang, being self-righteous is your first bad habit, being a macho man is your second, and

having a dirty mind is your third. Like now, you're silent, but you're cursing me in your heart? That's called being insidious

. What's so special about cursing someone in your heart? Cursing in your heart is a woman's prerogative. Why don't you learn from women? So I

'm not wrong to call you a man, am I?" An Yun's anger was running high; she had no scruples.

"Anything else? That's not enough. Curse me, I'm not angry, hehe." Zhang Ziwen couldn't hold back any longer

and put on a nonchalant smile. Inside, he was furious. He was so unlucky. Encountering a hijacker on the plane

was bad enough. And then he ran into this lunatic.

"Heh, you're cursing me in your heart again, aren't you? You bastard, don't pretend! I know you're cursing me in your heart. Do you know how ugly your

smile looks ? Hypocritical. A hypocrite." An Yun was testing Zhang Ziwen's patience.

"Hehe, I am hypocritical, so what?" Zhang Ziwen's patience had indeed reached its limit; his smile

was stiff.

"So you admit you're hypocritical. Then I didn't misjudge you, you bastard, you scumbag, the world's number one

scoundrel, a heartless and unfortunate stinking man. I deserve to curse you." An Yun became a little agitated, her face

turning red, a sign that she was about to unleash her power. Her teeth itched.

"Get lost, get lost! Don't try to act tough in front of me. Damn it, what do I owe you? You're crazy." She

cursed fiercely and thoroughly. Even a clay figure has some temper, and Zhang Ziwen, no matter how good-natured he was with women, couldn't

tolerate her audacity.

Why are you being so fierce? Go ahead and hit me! Aren't you so capable? Zhang, let me tell you, I'm not afraid.

"You, you son of a bitch, you bastard!" An Yun wasn't buying it, meeting his

increasingly .

"You brat, if it weren't for the fact that you're a woman, I would have already punched you. Don't test my patience." Zhang Ziwen

's voice was cold.

"Try it? Let me tell you, Zhang, unless you kill me, I'm not done with you." An Yun glared at

him, Zhang Ziwen's threats had no effect on her.

"Damn it, what bad luck! Are you crazy?" Zhang Ziwen was furious. His earlier perfect

cooperation had given him a good impression of An Yun, but after her repeated and ruthless provocations, it

shattered instantly. The tension in the cockpit grew increasingly high.

"I'm crazy? You're the one who's crazy!" "Only heartless and ungrateful men like you are sick in this world," An Yun

said , her heart aching, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. She remembered her sister's

dying eyes, those expectant eyes. She hadn't even had a chance to see this bastard one last time. Her sister's eyes

weren't closed; she carried endless regret in them. That look tormented An Yun, piercing her heart.

For that, she had cursed Zhang Ziwen for over two years, the words she used to haunt him so well. Today, having met him in person, she would

unleash all her resentment upon him.

Tears, more tears—the pitiful little woman's tears could quell the anger in Zhang Ziwen's heart.

Fire was his fatal weakness. Unless it was an enemy, an enemy's tears wouldn't elicit a shred of pity from him; he

could that. If that enemy was a woman, he would do the same, killing her without hesitation.

He wouldn't sympathize with his enemies. But An Yun wasn't his enemy. No matter how viciously she cursed

him, it wouldn't be enough to make Zhang Ziwen do anything excessive. At most, he'd be annoyed. Now that a woman who wasn't his enemy was shedding tears,

Zhang Ziwen 's armor was completely disarmed. Beneath the armor, he only had a tender heart. He

couldn't bring himself to be harsh with her anymore. If he couldn't retaliate with insults, he could only try to talk. He wanted to try and open her heart. He believed An Yun had definitely mistaken him for someone else.

"I remember when we first met, you kept saying I was heartless and fickle. I didn't understand. I didn't know

who I had been heartless and fickle with. I just want to tell you, you've mistaken me for someone else. Alas, you've really targeted the wrong person."

Zhang Ziwen

Zhang Ziwen, your name is Zhang Ziwen, right? That's your name, no doubt. Humph, your blatant lying won't work," An

Yun pouted, on the verge of tears. "My sister's gone! Even if you admit it now, it's too late!" She

burst into tears, her tears falling like broken pearls, heartbroken.

"Stop crying, okay?" Zhang Ziwen panicked, asking softly, "What was your sister's name?"

"I swore I wouldn't tell you! I swore I'd curse you every time I see you, I'd never mention

my sister's name in front of you, you bastard! You don't deserve to know!" An Yun sobbed, heartbroken, refusing to reveal her

sister 's name.

"Aren't you driving me crazy? How am I supposed to know who your sister is if you don't tell me her name? You've mistaken me for someone else,

but you won't admit it!" Zhang Ziwen was at his wit's end; he'd never encountered such a stubborn girl.

"I won't tell you, but I can assure you, I haven't mistaken you for someone else." An Yun wiped away

her tears, speaking resolutely. She often cursed Zhang Ziwen in front of his photo; she'd recognize him even if he were ashes. To be honest, An

Yun admitted in her heart that Zhang Ziwen in the photo was handsome and attractive, which was why she hated him to the bone. She

would never forget the regretful look in her sister's eyes.

"Fine, fine, even if you haven't mistaken me for someone else, I guess I'm the one who's been unfaithful, okay? You've cursed me enough, I admit it,

alright?" Zhang Ziwen was helpless. He reluctantly accepted this inexplicable emotional debt; he really didn't want to

continue entangled with An Yun.

"You can't deny it even if you want to. You think you've got enough? I've only cursed you for a little over two years, how is that enough? You surnamed Zhang,

I'm going to curse you for the rest of my life, I won't let you live the rest of your life in peace." "An Yun spoke through gritted teeth, her beautiful eyes

filled with a hatred beyond her years.

Good heavens, even after admitting the debt, she still won't let it go? She's been cursing me for two years and hasn't had enough? This sucker is pathetic. It seems

she's convinced of his guilt. Damn it, which bastard owes me this debt of love? Damn it," Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly at

the scoundrel who made him take the blame. He was wronged, utterly wronged. He knew very

well Tang Shu was his first love; before that, he had never been involved with any woman improperly.

He used to blush even after talking to a woman for a few words. Owed a debt of love? He didn't think he was cut out for that.

"Zhang, don't put on this wronged act. Disgusting. You can't fool me. Today's events

are enough to prove you're heartless, a scoundrel without a conscience. You dare say you aren't?" An Yun

was very perceptive; she understood Zhang Ziwen's resentment.

Impressive, was this girl some kind of enchantress? Zhang Ziwen was bitter inside, but he protested, "What happened today?"

"What did I do today? Was it wrong for me to save you? Was it wrong for me to save all the passengers on the plane?" This isn't unfair, what is

? More wronged than Dou E! Even though I'm low-key and do good deeds without expecting anything in return, you can't insult me like this! How can you be so ungrateful

? Zhang Ziwen felt like she'd swallowed a bitter gall bladder, the bitterness reaching her grandmother's house. "You did save the people on the plane, that's right, and you did save me, that's why you're a hero. But in my eyes, you did something irreparable wrong. I'm very clear about this: saving people makes you a hero, but your character is worthless." "What do you mean? What do you mean?" Zhang Ziwen was confused. "What do you mean? You abandoned me? You ruthlessly abandoned those who helped you, those who shared your hardships. Do you dare deny it?" An Yun's beautiful eyes were practically spitting fire; she seemed to see his heartless gaze again. Zhang Ziwen understood. He remembered the scene of her sacrifice in economy class, but it was a helpless act, wasn't it? Which was more important, over 300 lives? In that situation, he could only make the wise choice; he was forced into it. But in fact he still managed to save her. Zhang Ziwen felt she was being a bit unreasonable about this. "Hey, you know the situation back then. I couldn't save you; you can't blame me. Besides, you were unharmed in the end, weren't you?" Zhang Ziwen sighed, calmly explaining. "Don't try to reason with me. I know, but I just hate you. I'm a little woman; I'm petty . I can't tolerate your heartlessness towards me. I hate you for being heartless towards my sister, but your heartlessness towards me makes me hate you even more."

"You bastard, I hate you so much!" An Yun became increasingly angry as she spoke. Unable to control her emotions, she

bit his arm, her teeth so white.

Zhang Ziwen acted quickly, his hand accurately gripping her soft neck. He didn't use much force, just enough to keep her

head still. Having learned his lesson once, he wouldn't give her a second chance. Zhang Ziwen was constantly on guard against

her going crazy. He smiled bitterly to himself. She was right, she was a petty woman, narrow-minded. She could

admit it without blushing. It was useless to reason with a petty woman. In short, no matter what he said, he couldn't gain any advantage in front of her

. He was helpless. He could only try his best to protect his body from being violated by this petty woman.

"Let go of me, get your stinking hands off me!" An Yun struggled, but it was no use. Zhang Ziwen's technique was skillful; he wouldn't

hurt her, but he wouldn't let her get any closer to him either.

"If you don't move, I'll let you go. Don't waste your energy. Let's talk this out. You're no match for me if you try to fight

. " "Zhang Ziwen tried to soften his voice as much as possible to warn her.

"Speak properly, then let me go first." Although An Yun's neck was being held by him, she spoke

without difficulty.

Zhang Ziwen released his grip. Since he had been wary of her all along, he wasn't afraid of any tricks she might

pull necessary.

An Yun glared at him unhappily but didn't make any further moves. She knew very well that if she used force,

she would be the one who suffered. It seemed that she had to rely on her strength, words.

"Zhang, I'm going to teach you a lesson now. Take your despicable act of abandoning me

, for example. You think that saving me afterwards and making sure I'm alright is the end of it, and that you feel no guilt? You're wrong. From

the moment , I was already dead. What you saved was me who had already died once. What I want to tell you is that once you

give up, nothing can make up for it. What's lost is lost forever. There's no going back. Of course, I

'm nothing you, so you won't feel guilty. But I want to tell you, if it were your family or

your lover today, would you do this? Would you abandon them so heartlessly?" "Sacrifice your family? Abandon your

lover ? You bastard, think about it carefully!" An Yun finally spoke the words she had kept bottled up for so long. She was using

her sister as an example; he had ruthlessly abandoned her. She didn't know why, but she believed in her sister

's excellence. Even if he had some unavoidable reason for leaving her, she didn't want to hear Zhang Ziwen's

explanation because it was too late. What's lost is lost forever, and can never be recovered.

For the past two years, An Yun had vaguely believed that he had his own unavoidable difficulties. Two outstanding

individuals wouldn't break up without a reason. From her sister's words, she knew that she deeply loved him, and he

seemed to love her sister very much too. Otherwise, her sister wouldn't have entrusted her with the necklace on her deathbed. This necklace was

now on her neck, and it was the very token of love that this bastard had bought for her sister. If they

hadn't broken up because they loved each other, An Yun wouldn't have felt such a strong sense of unease. Resentment wouldn't be so persistent in

clinging . Today's events touched upon An Yun's deepest pain; he had once again done something that chilled her heart. Biting

him was the lightest punishment she could give him.

Hearing An Yun's resentful words, Zhang Ziwen's heart trembled slightly. She was right. If it were someone

he loved, would he have done the same? Would he have given up? Zhang Ziwen was conflicted; his heart was

in turmoil. He couldn't answer this sharp question. She wasn't wrong about him; he had indeed abandoned her,

not valuing her life. And she, not only had she stood by him through thick and thin on the plane, but she had even come

to his rescue on the streets of Tokyo. Recalling that crisis, Zhang Ziwen felt he had indeed been cold-hearted towards her.

Just for the fact that she had fought alongside him, her anger at this moment made Zhang Ziwen feel relieved. He

felt guilty towards her.

"I'm sorry. I know it's useless to say anything now. You're right to scold me. I'm really sorry."

Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of sadness. He felt he should bear the responsibility for his comrade who had shared so much hardship. "

Hmph, saying sorry to me is useless. What I want you to remember is that once you lose someone, saying a thousand apologies is too late

." An Yun looked at his self-reproachful expression, feeling a slight pang of pity, but it was quickly overshadowed by the emotional debt he owed.

This bastard didn't deserve sympathy, An Yun reminded herself.

Zhang Ziwen fell silent, pondering An Yun's words. Once lost, it was too late. He

vaguely agreed with her words; he didn't want to do anything he would regret. Zhang Ziwen had experienced too much; he

understood the meaning behind her words. He even guessed that what she said was related to her sister. He wouldn't owe her an emotional debt.

An Yun's words had spurred him on. Zhang Ziwen absolutely wouldn't allow any regrets to happen to him, much less

to the woman he loved. This headstrong girl could actually say such a thing; Zhang Ziwen

had a new assessment of her. Sometimes her headstrongness wasn't... A pointless outburst.

The cockpit was quiet. An Yun was clearly tired from yelling. The brief silence in the cabin made

her feel drowsy. After experiencing a heart-stopping life-or-death crisis, she felt so tired, she really wanted to sleep. Her consciousness was a little

out of control . Her eyelids were drooping, and her soft, delicate body was tilting. A little bit of her consciousness was saying no, her little head

tilted, and her body, unable to control itself, leaned against Zhang Ziwen. So comfortable, An Yun contentedly pouted her

rosy lips, she fell asleep. Leaning against her comfortable, broad chest, she slept so soundly, Zhang Ziwen could even hear

her long, deep breaths.

She was sleeping so soundly. Zhang Ziwen looked at An Yun, who was like a kitten, and he smiled. He was a little amused and exasperated.

This girl had been yelling at him like a madwoman just minutes ago, and now she was... Without any hesitation, he leaned against her,

gazing at her beautiful, sleeping face. Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of tenderness; she was, after all, a woman at heart.

A delicate fragrance wafted from her breath. Zhang Ziwen carefully shifted his body, gently placing her against his chest. The movement was light and

tender; this position would make her more comfortable. An Yun's soft body stirred slightly. Zhang Ziwen's chest

provided ample space for her, and she felt comfortable, her rosy cheeks rubbing against him contentedly a few times. She

didn't wake up; she seemed to be having a sweet dream. A sweet smile appeared on her rosy lips.

So beautiful. A sleeping woman is the most beautiful. Undeniably, a quiet An Yun could evoke a man's

tenderness , and Zhang Ziwen was no exception. A surge of tenderness welled up within him.

"B3901, B3901, please respond, please respond,"

came the call .

"This is B3901, please speak," Zhang Ziwen replied through the headset.

"We will enter Chinese territory in two hours. Please descend 2,000 feet. Repeat, please

descend 2,000 feet."

"Understood, B3901. B3901 understands." Zhang Ziwen adjusted the flight altitude.

Zhang Ziwen removed the headset and looked at An Yun in his arms. She was fast asleep,

unaffected . Zhang Ziwen smiled. The warm, soft body in his arms felt very comfortable. With such a beautiful woman nestled in his arms,

it was impossible not to feel comfortable. Zhang Ziwen couldn't explain his feelings at this moment. Although this girl sometimes made

him furious, at this moment he truly wanted to cherish her. This feeling was subtle, like

a little sister , like a confidante who had shared hardships, and a complex,

warm emotion mixed with something else entirely.

An Yun, what's wrong? Why are you asleep in this guy's arms? An Yun was awakened by the conversation.

When she found herself in his arms, her heart pounded, her face flushed slightly, and she felt a little shy. Her

reserve returned, and she hesitated to move, afraid he would see

the blush on her cheeks. Damn it, how could this be?

She tried to get up, but her tired body was too weak. It was so comfortable

to stay nestled in his arms. Her psychological resistance couldn't overcome her physical pleasure and comfort. His chest was so thick and warm; it was

the most comfortable embrace in the world. Enjoying it, An Yun didn't want to move. She didn't want to budge. Whatever, she might as well

use . Humph, it wouldn't hurt for her to enjoy it for a while. An Yun made excuses for herself,

excuses to stay in his arms. The man's scent wafted over her, somewhat hypnotic. An Yun, finding an excuse for herself, soon

continued her sweet dream.

The fiery red sun on the horizon gradually disappeared into the white clouds, dyeing the pure white clouds with vibrant colors.

The sky was a deep red, and the magnificent clouds came into Zhang Ziwen's view through the porthole. The clouds were right beside him;

he admired and marveled at them, intoxicated by the magnificent scenery of nature.

Night fell quickly, the stars twinkled, and the rising moon, like a huge silver plate, hung in the sky, emitting

a soft silver light. Zhang Ziwen enjoyed this moment of tranquility and peace. He wondered if they had entered Chinese territory

yet. In a few dozen minutes, he would face his final life-or-death test. He relaxed, knowing that over 300

lives were at stake. He hoped everything would go smoothly. Zhang Ziwen let out a long sigh of relief

. Suddenly, three bright spots appeared on the radar screen, moving very fast and

closing in on Zhang Ziwen's Boeing 777 at full speed. Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened. Could it be that something else went

wrong In the air, Zhang Ziwen felt a deep sense of powerlessness and insignificance. He had no way to

resolve the crisis outside the plane. Experience told him that these three bright spots were fighter jets. Which country were they from? Zhang Ziwen wondered

. A civilian airliner could only fight to the death against a fighter jet.

Soon, fighter jets appeared outside the porthole, one on each side, and another suddenly appeared above the nose.

Three fighter jets flew parallel to the Boeing 777. The "August 1st" insignia—a five-pointed star with a yellow "August 1st" emblem—was a symbol that evoked a deep sense of familiarity for

Zhang Ziwen It was a Chinese fighter jet, the F-811F, China's most advanced domestically produced fighter jet.

Engaging in high-altitude combat with the American F-16, the F-811F held absolute air superiority. Zhang Ziwen was very familiar with this aircraft type; he

had once proud that the military possessed such advanced domestically produced fighter jets. Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief; he was back home. He

could clearly see the fighter pilots through the porthole, and they could also clearly

see him. Suddenly, Zhang Ziwen recognized a familiar gesture: a military salute. It seemed these elite pilots

knew his former identity. For his bravery, he received the most solemn greeting among soldiers—a military salute.

Zhang Ziwen's eyes welled up with tears. He hadn't received such a warm and solemn greeting in a long time. His

nose tingled slightly, and he felt proud of himself. He believed he deserved such a high honor.

These elite pilots were his comrades-in-arms in the military. They acknowledged his military identity

and his bravery. He had earned their profound respect. Zhang Ziwen raised his hand, which trembled slightly, and

returned a solemn military salute. It was a long-awaited salute. At that moment, the blood of the soldiers in the four planes

boiled. The profound respect between soldiers was being elevated.

Below was Zhonghai City. Under the night sky, Zhonghai stood amidst a sea of lights, dazzling and enchanting. Zhang Ziwen

circled in the air, waiting for the final instructions from the control tower. The runway was below, and the navigation lights shone brightly

. The crucial moment was about to arrive. Zhang Ziwen took a deep breath.

Chapter 163 Sharing Life and Death, No Joy, No Words.

"B3901, B3901, please land on runway 3. Repeat, please land on runway 3."

The ground control officer's clear voice came through the communication device.

"B3901, understood. B3901, preparing to land." Zhang Ziwen calmly replied,

having .

"B3901, good luck," came the extra voice from the communication device, the ground control officer's voice

filled with emotion, trembling slightly.

"Thank you." Zhang Ziwen smiled. He glanced out the window; many vehicles were parked on both sides of runway 3,

police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks standing by, their red and blue lights flashing. People on the ground anxiously

awaited this final moment, praying that the Boeing 777 would return safely.

Above the Boeing 777, three fighter jets circled, faithfully accompanying Zhang Ziwen as he approached landing.

An Yun was already awake. His chest was indeed very comfortable to lean against. Having taken a nap, she was quite refreshed.

As the plane prepared to land, she blushed and moved away from the warm embrace. She couldn't disturb him at this moment. An Yun

obediently sat up straight, her little hands moving to fasten both their seatbelts. One seatbelt for

two people seemed somewhat intimate. Even now, An Yun was still slightly afraid. Being with him gave

her a sense of security and reliance, because she knew he was omnipotent. Even if he failed, at least

she would have a companion on the road to the underworld, and she could scold and berate him there. An Yun blushed and

made up : she didn't want to sit in the passenger seat.

Zhang Ziwen was focused, his mouth not allowing for the slightest slip. Little did he know the little girl's wild thoughts beside him.

His only thought was to land safely. He only had experience piloting small aircraft, and based on that experience,

plus the emergency instruction from ground personnel, he meticulously performed the maneuvers. The wing speed brakes were deployed, and

the landing gear was open. This was the final circle; the nose was already aligned with runway 3, and the altitude was decreasing. "B3901, B3901, landing gear malfunction, cannot land, cannot land!" came the urgent call

from the communicator . Damn it, no way. Zhang Ziwen made emergency maneuvers. He pulled up the nose, and at the same time, the landing gear button flashed and emitted a piercing "beep beep" warning sound. Zhang Ziwen broke out in a cold sweat. God, are you playing tricks on me ? Even a rookie is doing this? Damn it, Zhang Ziwen felt his luck had really , a malfunction occurred. He cursed God in his heart for being unfair. "B3901, B3901, the nose landing gear is not deployed. Please deploy it again." The ground personnel's voice was a little tense. “B3901, understood. B3901, understood.” Zhang Ziwen calmly replied, repeating the action once more. Inwardly , he thought, “Boss, stop messing with me, just get back to normal already. ” Soon, Zhang Ziwen was disappointed. The malfunction indicator light was still flashing, the warning noise persisted. It was over. Zhang Ziwen was utterly dejected. Checking the malfunction was useless to him. Even if he could resolve the malfunction with patient instructions from ground personnel, the aircraft's fuel seemed insufficient. The terrifying hijacking crisis was over; the ground control personnel he had contacted had instructed B3901 to fly directly to Zhonghai, instead of transiting through another country as usual. The aircraft had enough fuel to fly to Zhonghai, but now it was clear there wasn't enough fuel for him to waste time troubleshooting. In-flight refueling was beyond the capabilities of a novice like Zhang Ziwen. The only option was an emergency landing—a perilous landing with a slim chance of survival . Zhang Ziwen had no other choice, and he believed this was also the consensus of the ground personnel. "Air traffic control tower, B3901 preparing for emergency landing, B3901 preparing for emergency landing, please advise." Zhang Ziwen's mood didn't affect his calm thinking and voice. After a brief silence, the air traffic control tower replied, "Approved. Please land Take care." The ground crew's voice was somewhat heavy. "Hehe, thank you, wish me luck again." Zhang Ziwen didn't like this silent atmosphere; he needed a good mood. "Good luck, you can do it, you will definitely reach the ground safely." The ground crew's voice was a little excited . At this moment, they could even hear Zhang Ziwen's laughter. The ground crew couldn't help but admire him; he was infected by it. This was a real man. "Dear passengers, please fasten your seatbelts. Flight B3901 is preparing for landing. Please follow the instructions of the flight attendants and take necessary precautions. Thank you for your cooperation." A sweet voice suddenly rang out; it was An Yun's voice. She repeatedly announced the situation in both Chinese and English. She was already aware of the aircraft malfunction; this was a near-death emergency landing. She hadn't forgotten her duties as a flight attendant. She remained calm, making her final announcement. Her beautiful, gentle voice echoed throughout the cabin. Zhang Ziwen turned his head and smiled at her. He truly liked this headstrong girl at this moment. If they failed, having this argumentative beauty with him would make the journey to the underworld less lonely. Sometimes, fate was kind ; things seemed to be arranged quite well. Zhang Ziwen sighed helplessly to fate, "Go back to the cockpit; it's safer there than here." Zhang Ziwen was well aware of the dangers of the cockpit. "No, I'd rather die than not die. I'll still come after you in the afterlife." An Yun resolutely refused his offer, a touch of emotion stirring within her, a thought that unexpectedly crossed her mind—she even considered dying with him. Zhang Ziwen remained silent. He knew this girl's stubbornness firsthand, and the thought of sharing life and death was deeply moving. The plane made its final circle, perhaps the last farewell to the people on the ground. The nose of the plane once again pointed towards Runway 3. The night navigation lights on both sides of the runway shone brightly, extending to the end of the runway where the endless dark horizon gradually closed in. The plane roared as it descended, 1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters—it was fast! Zhang Ziwen gripped the steering wheel tightly, his entire focus on it. If it were a small plane, landing would be no problem for him. But this behemoth, missing its front wheels, had no chance of a successful emergency landing. He could only do his utmost. He made full use of his previous landing experience . The moment the tires touched the ground is known as the "second of death" by pilots, even under perfectly normal conditions. The technical requirements were extremely high. Zhang Ziwen's behemoth was not only missing an entire front wheel , but he was also a novice piloting a large aircraft for the first time. Ground personnel had prepared for a crash and loss of life; survival was truly a miracle. Everyone was incredibly tense, hoping for a miracle. The most relaxed person was probably An Yun; she seemed completely unafraid. She quietly watched Zhang Ziwen, who was completely focused. His expression was calm, and he performed his movements meticulously. He had a well-defined face , handsome, dashing, and resolute. Even just sitting there, he exuded strength and safety. He was a very reassuring man, a very charming man. It was a pity that her sister couldn't have him. An Yun felt a . Her thoughts were truly complicated. She couldn't deny his attraction to women, and her resentment towards him vanished completely in this life-or-death situation. Her heart was filled with endless regret and a touch of sorrow. Life seemed to be measured in seconds, entering its final countdown. In her last moments, she would be with him, and a sweet feeling stirred within An Yun. She leaned closer to him, and suddenly, a violent jolt shook the plane. The impact of the landing was felt throughout the entire fuselage; the plane trembled violently . The tense and anxious ground crew could hear a deafening roar as it hurtled rapidly towards the end of the runway . Zhang Ziwen gripped the control stick tightly, as if using all his strength. He tried to keep the nose of the plane from falling , and he braked to slow it down. It was a combination of luck and instinct; Zhang Ziwen pushed his limited landing knowledge to its limit. Miraculously, the rear two tires skidded along the ground, maintaining their speed and creating dazzling sparks. The plane's powerful inertia carried the passengers rapidly towards the darkness. At this incredible speed, the shaking and trembling intensified, as if the plane was about to fall apart. The control stick shook violently from the intense vibrations, and Zhang Ziwen was on the verge of losing control. He could only grit his teeth...

Holding on, his hands throbbed with pain and numbness. Every second counted; he was racing against time.

Every second the nose of the plane delayed crashing meant a greater chance of survival, at least for the 300-plus lives behind him. This was

Zhang Ziwen 's only thought. As for himself and An Yun in the cockpit, their fate was sealed; their chances of survival were slim.

The speed seemed to be slowing down, but Zhang Ziwen felt it was still incredibly fast. The navigation lights on both sides

flashed . He could feel the nose slowly dropping. Despite the descent, Zhang Ziwen didn't give up. He still gripped

the control stick, making a final struggle. For life, for the woman he loved, he would not give up this slim chance of survival

until

A violent jolt occurred again, and the nose inevitably crashed to the ground. The plane swayed, continuing to

slide rapidly forward. A huge, ear-piercing screeching sound echoed across the runway, sparks igniting flames that instantly

burst into flames The entire nose of the plane was ablaze, the flames spreading rapidly. The firelight illuminated the eyes of

the man and woman . Their seatbelts held them firmly together, preventing the violent shaking from separating them.

Sparks flew from the instruments in the cockpit, and they could smell the acrid odor of burning. Their

struggle for life continued. The braking action remained unchanged; even before the explosion, he was still performing actions

to protect the passengers behind him. The speed gradually decreased. The fire grew larger, smoke filled the air

, and the suffocating toxic fumes rendered the steering wheel useless. But he could feel the speed decreasing. Success! 300 meters

behind Multiple lives should be saved. Realizing this, Zhang Ziwen smiled with relief.

He put his arm around An Yun's waist. He looked at her, his gaze telling her not to be afraid. The man and woman in

the cockpit were basically prepared to die; both looked relaxed, even a little dazed. An

Yun didn't refuse his arm around her waist. She looked back at him. With him there, she wasn't afraid of her life ending. A hint of satisfaction even appeared on her

face . She nestled her soft body against his chest. She didn't think about it; it

was just an instinctive action. She wanted to stay in his arms even in death.

The temperature in the cockpit was rising. The plane seemed to have stopped. Smoke enveloped the entire cockpit.

Zhang Ziwen 's consciousness was becoming hazy. He felt his body weakening. The toxic smoke was relentlessly corroding

the bodies of the man and woman. Breathing was becoming difficult. Zhang Ziwen instinctively hugged the body in his arms. He felt a soft

arm encircle his waist. It was so tight. A wave of dizziness washed over him.

"Success! Welcome! Welcome home! Welcome, you're home! B3901!" "B3901, can you hear me

? Respond if you hear me, B3901!" came an excited, almost tearful voice from the communication equipment

.

The cockpit was silent, the instruments flashing and crackling, no one could

hear excited calls from the communication equipment. Smoke filled the cabin, and in the cockpit, only a man and a woman remained unresponsive,

embracing tightly, as if trying to merge their bodies into each other.

Rescue vehicles on the ground roared towards the behemoth at the end of the runway, quickly overtaking

the Boeing 777 with its nose ablaze. Surrounded by fire trucks, several fire engines sprayed fire-extinguishing foam. The white foam jets

quickly engulfed the burning nose of the plane, extinguishing the flames. The cabin door opened, and two emergency escape slides

extended to the ground. Passengers in life jackets crawled out and jumped onto the slides. At the hatch,

Sister Yu maintaining order. Before all the passengers escaped, she and the other flight attendants were definitely the last to leave the plane.

These great flight attendants showed their shining side at this moment; on this plane that could explode at any moment

, they were the most beautiful women in the world.

A group of rescuers, using ladders, surrounded the nose of the plane. The smoke was too thick to see clearly inside;

they could only race against time to cut the hatch. Sparks flashed; these rescuers had only one thought in mind:

open it and rescue the heroes as quickly as possible. Sparks flew as the hatch was cut open. Masked

rescuers discovered the man and woman in the cockpit. Rescue workers quickly put breathing masks on the couple, but they couldn't

separate their embracing bodies. They were so tightly bound together that no one in the world could separate

them (Chapter 164 of "The Hunter of the City

") Zhang Ziwen had many dreams in a daze. These dreams were long and strange. In them, he was accompanied by

stunningly beautiful women: the gentle Tang Shu, the gorgeous He Li, and occasionally

the faces of Wu Min, Song Lin, and Mu Qing would appear before him. He could almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from these beauties. Now, Tang Ying

appeared before him. In his dream, she was still noble and beautiful; she was the most perfect woman in the world.

Zhang Ziwen felt a little smug. At this moment, this perfect woman was nestled in his arms, her gentle eyes

filled with affection . This was the look Zhang Ziwen had always dreamed of, the look he never dared to imagine appearing on this beautiful

face. Her soft, warm lips were approaching his. Was this a dream? This was a dream come true.

Her warm, soft lips, fragrant and moist, he could feel the scent on her teeth, he could even taste her smooth

, sweet fragrance. A sweet kiss, a breathtaking tenderness, two slippery tongues entwined, passionate and lingering.

Was this a dream? Zhang Ziwen absolutely believed it was real, because he could almost hear her

murmurs, a clear, resounding moan. Holding the soft woman in his arms, Zhang Ziwen was

intoxicated by this wondrous, passionate kiss. His body changed; the soft body pressed tightly against him,

writhing and caressing. He was a man, and any man would react to such a beauty. His reaction was intense;

he pressed himself against her precisely, touching her. He felt the softness between her legs, an irresistible softness. He

almost his ears ache from the overwhelming pleasure. His movements were a little too vigorous. He forced her down, seeking intense pleasure from the friction between her legs

. No man could resist such stimulating pleasure.

Their soft lips parted suddenly, and Tang Ying struggled fiercely in his arms. This intense writhing of her body fueled even more

intense friction. Their vital points were tightly joined, Zhang Ziwen pressing down relentlessly, leaving no room for escape. The stimulation was

overwhelming. "God, don't move, I can't take it anymore!" Waves of pleasure surged through his brain, a current running down his spine. "

Oh no , it's coming!" Zhang Ziwen's lower body pressed firmly against her forbidden zone, a muffled groan escaping his throat. He

succumbed to the intense writhing of Tang Ying's body in his arms, the woman in his arms able to feel the powerful movements between his legs.

The rhythmic movements stimulated her pleasured nerves, her face flushed red. What was this bastard doing?

"You pervert, you're filthy." The voice wasn't loud, it came from within her arms. It even had a hint of angry sobs.

Damn, isn't that Tang Ying? That voice is familiar, damn it, how come it's An Yun? Zhang Ziwen recognized it, that

stubborn and angry voice was right next to his ear, what the hell was this dream? Zhang Ziwen struggled to open his eyes,

and what came into view was a beautiful face, shy yet angry, her expressive eyes glaring fiercely at him,

where was he?

Zhang Ziwen avoided her biting gaze, turned his head to the side, white. Familiar white,

Zhang Ziwen three times already, he quickly realized that he was in a hospital room, the scene of the emergency landing

flashed through his mind, haha. He didn't die? Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed, he had escaped death again, he was ecstatic.

"Bastard, let me go." The angry voice rang out again.

Zhang Ziwen was startled. Oh no, how did this girl end up in his arms? He quickly shrank back, pulling away from that soft, cloyingly

delicate body. Then, he noticed something was wrong with his lower body. Damn it, a wet dream had ruined him! He'd had a wet dream, and

his lower body was sticky and uncomfortable. Zhang Ziwen was so embarrassed he almost fainted. He simply couldn't understand how he had such incredible

vitality. Shouldn't he be on his deathbed? This thing down there still had the energy to keep going! He was truly amazed by this

thing down there. He wanted to cry .

The couple on the hospital bed were so quiet. An Yun, even more annoyed, turned to the side, her backside facing him. That damned bastard!

This stinky guy had taken advantage of her again! An Yun's face was flushed red with shame. She felt her

body was so soft, and she could even feel the dampness down there. Because in the moment he

collapsed, she had experienced a shameful pleasure, indescribable. She felt his masculine throbbing, powerful and domineering. Oh no! How could

this ? An Yun was overwhelmed with shame. Oh no, he even kissed her? When she woke up, she felt her lips being

teased. She couldn't resist the slippery temptation, and it seemed her tongue even entwined with that alluring smoothness.

An Yun touched her soft lips; they were wet, carrying his scent. "Bastard, bastard!" An Yun thought angrily. How dare this

guy steal a kiss from her? Her precious first kiss had been stolen by this bastard?

"Zhang Ziwen, you bastard!" An Yun couldn't help but turn around and curse. She wanted to bite him.

Zhang Ziwen looked innocent and was about to defend himself when a voice rang out: "Who's the bastard?"

The voice was languid, as if he hadn't woken up yet. Then came a startled exclamation: "Ah, you're awake! You little brat, you're awake too! And the little beauty

is awake too?" A beautiful and vibrant face appeared before the couple on the bed—it was He Li, Zhang

Ziwen beloved.

Seeing He Li, whom he had longed for so long, suddenly appear before him, Zhang Ziwen felt a lump in his throat. Her beautiful

eyes were a little red and swollen, the result of crying. She had shed tears for his sorrow; she must have been worried sick. Her

beautiful face looked so haggard. Zhang Ziwen didn't know how long he had been lying in the hospital bed, but seeing He Li's tired

face , he knew she must have been taking care of him. She was the greatest sister in the world; it was always her who held him tight

. Zhang Ziwen's gratitude was indescribable. His eyes welled up with tears.

During his stay in the hospital, He Li had worried for five whole days. Two hours ago, the doctor told her that the patient was

fine and would wake up soon, but she was still worried. Now, he was awake, and he looked really good in bed

, with a healthy complexion. A smile appeared in He Li's tearful eyes; she could finally relax after days of anxiety

. "Sister," Zhang Ziwen called softly.

"Xiaowen, you're awake! You're awake! You scared me to death!" He Li's beautiful eyes, brimming with tears,

slowly slid down her cheeks. Her delicate hand gently stroked Zhang Ziwen's face, her hand trembling slightly with joy and

relief .

"I'm sorry for making you worry. You've lost weight," Zhang Ziwen said, feeling guilty.

"Silly girl, as long as you're alright, I'm fine, aren't I? Hehe, I'm on a diet!" He Li wiped away

her tears. She wanted to smile, but the tears kept falling uncontrollably.

Zhang Ziwen reached out his hand, and He Li gently placed it in his strong palm. Zhang Ziwen

pulled sit on the edge of the bed and gently wiped away the tears from his face, but he couldn't hold back his own tears. A man doesn't easily shed tears

, but he didn't want to. In front of his sister, he didn't need to control his emotions. His

tears were for He Li. He felt the tenderness on her face. He Li did the same,

wiping away the tears from his eyes. The siblings' hands gently rested on each other's faces, gently wiping

. The ward was quiet. A deep warmth filled the room. He Li's cheek was close to Zhang Ziwen's,

gently caressing him.

The siblings both enjoyed this rare moment of warmth. Zhang Ziwen had almost died twice, but now he was alive.

He could live with his beloved sister again, listen to her tantrums, and accept her exaggerated scoldings. And there was her

captivating tenderness. It was good to be alive. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen felt like the happiest man in the world

. An Yun, lying beside him, saw this heartwarming and touching scene, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes. She couldn't help but

be moved, though her emotion was tinged with sadness. The beautiful woman sitting by the bed was her sister; she too

had a loving and caring sister. She and Zhang Ziwen shared similar experiences—both were raised by their sisters,

both supported by their sisters. But now she had no way to repay her. Her sister lay forever in

the earth, so lonely, so desolate. Wasn't she the same? She lived a lonely and difficult life in this world,

so lonely. At this moment, An Yun was overwhelmed with emotion, tears soaking her pillow. She missed her sister so much

. "By the way, where's Xiao Shu?" Zhang Ziwen, waking from his tender reverie, felt something was missing.

"The company is busy, she went there early this morning. Xiao Shu is really amazing. When you had your accident and went to the US

to recover , she managed everything herself. She's been so dedicated to the mess you left behind. Sometimes

it breaks my heart to see her like that. You have to treat her well in the future, okay? If you dare to bully her, see how I deal with you."

The last sentence brought He Li back to her true colors, and the fierce expression that Zhang Ziwen used to fear returned to her face.

"How could I? I'm

too busy cherishing her to dare to bully her. To be honest, I miss her so much." He truly missed the gentle and obedient Tang Shu from the bottom of .

"You still have some conscience. If your little darling knew how much you missed her, she would definitely cry her eyes out. She really

deserves your love for a lifetime." He Li felt a little emotional, and also

ashamed .

While the plane was over the China Sea, He Li was already suffering. The harrowing emergency landing had made her faint on the spot.

She couldn't handle the shock. She was taken to the hospital with Zhang Ziwen. When she woke up, she wasn't as strong as the gentle

Tang Shu . She was afraid of hearing bad news. It was Tang Shu who told her about Zhang Ziwen. He and An Yun

were being treated in the emergency room. Tang Shu was very strong. Although the tears in her beautiful eyes never disappeared, and her gorgeous face was covered

with tears, she knew that now was not the time to give up. She gritted her teeth and persevered. Her delicate body

released a strength that was beyond her capabilities. She used her frail shoulders to support the weak He Li. Zhang Ziwen wasn't there,

so it was her turn to take care of her sister

. After emergency treatment, Zhang Ziwen and An Yun were temporarily out of danger. When

Tang Shu received the news that Zhang Ziwen was out of danger, she felt a wave of exhaustion. She almost couldn't hold on. Brother Wen is okay. Brother Wen is alive. It's so good.

It's so good. Tang Shu's feelings at that moment were indescribable. Joy filled her chest. Huai's worry and anxiety were

no less than He Li's. She absolutely couldn't accept the blow of losing Zhang Ziwen. He was the person she loved most in the world,

a love etched into her bones. Without him, she wouldn't live alone; her remaining life was for him. She wouldn't allow

Zhang Ziwen to leave her alone in this world. The moment the plane's nose hit the ground, she didn't

faint like He Li. She held on. In that instant, she had made a decision: as long as he was there, she was there; if he went, she would

follow.

He Li, already unconscious, was in the hospital. Tang Shu handled everything—family signatures,

all the paperwork—all by herself. Even the couple, who hadn't been separated during treatment,

were arranged to share a room and a large hospital bed by Tang Shu, clinging tightly in their dying moments. A hero and

a beauty—this was a touching legend and a romantic tale in people's hearts. The romantic legend of this couple on the plane had

become a household name in Zhonghai City.

What place must the woman, whom Zhang Ziwen protected even while unconscious, hold in his heart? Tang Shu

felt no jealousy. She had only one thought: since Zhang Ziwen cherished someone so deeply, there was no need to separate them. As long as he

was conscious, he could see her beside him. Tang Shu was willing to provide Zhang Ziwen with everything possible; she didn't want him to worry about

anything. Her thinking was that simple. A woman who could live and die with the man she loved—Tang Shu

believed An Yun deserved to share a hospital bed with Zhang Ziwen. At least at that moment, Tang Shu didn't want to separate them

. Even she herself was moved by the couple

. Tang Shu envied An Yun in Zhang Ziwen's arms. She believed that in that critical moment, she would have done

the same . Brother Wen would have held her tightly, protected her, and she would have embraced her beloved just as tightly.

Tang Shu wasn't afraid that An Yun would capture Zhang Ziwen's heart. She was intelligent; she knew very well her

place in Zhang Ziwen's heart. People couldn't separate a couple embracing in death, and similarly, in this world... No one could

separate her from Wen Ge. She only wanted to stay by Zhang Ziwen's side, to see him all the time, to snuggle into his arms,

and to receive his tenderness. As long as Zhang Ziwen had her in his heart, that was enough. Gentle Tang Shu felt that she

was already very happy and content. Her kind nature made her not a greedy woman, and she wasn't afraid of any woman

taking Zhang Ziwen away, because she knew that she was deeply imprinted in Zhang Ziwen's heart, just like herself. She

understood him . A

soft

sob broke the silence of the ward. It was An Yun's voice. An Yun's shoulders

trembled , as if she were crying. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. He almost forgot there was someone beside him. He felt guilty and didn't dare

to look at her. He was also afraid that An Yun would be angry with him for having a wet dream. The wet dream wasn't intentional, but the remaining marks on

his body were really absurd. He was a little afraid to face her.

He Li heard it too. She stood up and gently walked to An Yun's bedside, sitting down. Good heavens,

what ?

"Miss An An, what's wrong?" He Li felt a pang of pity for An Yun seeing her pitiful state.

"Nothing, nothing," An Yun quickly wiped away her tears.

"Silly girl, you say nothing? Your eyes are swollen. Are you feeling unwell? It's alright, tell your sister, and

I 'll call a doctor for you." He Li was always gentle with beautiful women, and her gentle voice made Zhang Ziwen envious

. Unless seriously injured and hospitalized, he rarely received such treatment.

"I...I miss my sister," He Li addressed her as "sister," making An Yun's tears flow even more freely.

"Miss your sister? You don't need to cry. What's your sister's phone number? I'll call for you."

He Li looked at her tearful face, her heart aching.

He Li's words only made things worse. An Yun couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

She had lost her sister forever. At this moment, An Yun was overwhelmed with sadness, longing, regret,

grievance , and desolation. In this world, she was the loneliest, most desolate person; she had no relatives.

An Yun's intense reaction flustered He Li. She was at a loss, and all she could do now was

to help the heartbroken An Yun up and offer her her embrace. Her delicate hand gently stroked An Yun's back, making soft "oh oh"

sounds, comforting her like a child. Her beautiful eyes, however, weren't idle either, glaring fiercely at Zhang Ziwen. The meaning

was clear: Did you bully her? Missing your sister doesn't mean you have to be so heartbroken. She remembered An Yun cursing

something like "bastard" when she first woke up. There were only three people in the ward; if she wasn't cursing Zhang Ziwen, who else could she be cursing? This guy must have offended her.

Zhang Ziwen felt wronged, his face full of innocence. Why was she blaming him for being sad?

Actually, Zhang Ziwen was also quite distressed by An Yun's sadness. From the words this girl had used to scold him, he could guess that her sister was no longer

alive, and because of this, he was inexplicably burdened with a debt of love.

Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly and mouthed An Yun's situation to He Li. He Li understood the reason for An Yun's

sadness and felt great pity. The siblings were very similar in this respect; they both

felt anxious when a beautiful woman cried. An Yun's endearing appearance made He Li's beautiful eyes well up with tears.

After a long while, An Yun's emotions finally stabilized slightly. He Li's embrace felt so warm, and

the feminine fragrance emanating from her gave her a very safe and cozy feeling. This embrace felt a bit like an older sister's, and An Yun quite enjoyed it in He Li's

arms . She wanted to stay in He Li's embrace for a long, long time since she had felt this warmth

. "Alright, sweetie, don't cry anymore. Your sister will love you." Seeing that An Yun's emotions had stabilized, He Li asked gently:

"Your family might not know you're in trouble yet? I'll go tell them for you. Don't cry," He Li knew that

An Yun needed the care of her family most right now.

"I...I have no family anymore. I've lost my sister. I'm all alone in this world," An Yun sobbed, loneliness washing

over her again. Tears streamed down her face, soaking He Li's clothes.

She was an orphan? Wasn't that just like herself and Xiao Wen? He Li felt a pang of pain in her heart. She was alright; she could still rely on

the simple-minded boy and had someone to hold onto in this world. But An Yun had nothing. He Li completely understood An Yun

's feelings. Zhang Ziwen's two brushes with death had terrified He Li. Without him, she absolutely couldn't

survive . She knew the meaning of loneliness and solitude. An Yun's tragic fate overwhelmed He Li, and her

pity for An Yun deepened.

“Xiaoyun, don’t cry. There’s still me in this world. As long as you don’t mind, I’ll be your sister. Don’t

cry, okay?” He Li gently stroked An Yun’s hair with tenderness.

“Yes, I won’t cry, sister.” An Yun responded involuntarily, naturally. He Li’s words of addressing

her as “sister” warmed her heart, as if He Li were her own sister.

Her obedient response pleased He Li, who gently asked, “Sister is asking you,

where ? By the way, you’re a flight attendant for Zhonghai Airlines, do you live in Zhonghai?”

“When I’m not flying, I live in the company dormitory with Sister Yu.” An Yun answered softly. An Yun

had a deep bond with Sister Yu at the company, but unfortunately, Sister Yu’s home was in downtown Zhonghai, so she was basically alone in the dormitory.

“Living in the dormitory? That won’t do! No, you have to live at home from now on, when you’re not flying, you’ll go home.”

Now that He Li knew about An Yun’s tragic past, the kind-hearted He Li couldn’t just ignore her.

"Home? What home?" An Yun was momentarily confused; she hadn't grasped the concept of home in a long time.

"Silly girl, of course it's my home! It'll be your home too, hee hee. I just bought a new house,

it's spacious! I'll give you two rooms, a bedroom and a study, how about that? It'll be more lively with you here,

hee hee." He Li felt the new house was too big, and it felt even more deserted when Zhang Ziwen wasn't around. She genuinely hoped

An Yun would move in. For some reason, she felt an inexplicable affinity and tenderness towards An Yun; perhaps it was because An Yun's

fate somewhat similar to her own.

"My home? Is that really possible?" An Yun understood, her heart fluttering with excitement. It was a very tempting suggestion. She

felt that He Li was just like her older sister at that moment, even her tone of voice was similar.

"Of course it's possible! It's settled then. You'll move in as soon as you're discharged from the hospital. I'll have someone move your things from your dorm room to my house later

." He Li's tone left no room for argument.

"Then... then I'll really live at my home?" An Yun was a little incredulous, but she was more than willing. That way,

she wouldn't be lonely. "Sister, she has a sister now!" She couldn't resist the allure of family.

"Silly girl, is it really true? From now on, you're my sister. If anyone dares to bully you,

just tell me. I'll teach them a lesson." He Li's fiery side was on full display.

"Okay, okay, I'll live at your house from now on." This wasn't a fairy tale. An Yun's joy was indescribable. She

was still a little girl; she really needed a home. He Li's overbearing attitude made her feel fulfilled. She

finally had her own safe haven.

Wait a minute? Wouldn't she have to face this guy all the time? An Yun felt something was off. Soon,

she found the crux of the matter: Zhang Ziwen, that bastard. Her sense of friend and foe was very clear. He Li, her sister

, was one thing; her hatred for Zhang Ziwen, that bastard, was

another she hesitated. She was afraid that if she caused trouble for Zhang Ziwen later, it would embarrass He Li.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" An Yun's hesitant gaze didn't escape He Li's notice.

"No, nothing." An Yun secretly glanced at Zhang Ziwen, who was also looking at her. Their

eyes blushed slightly before quickly looking away, feeling awkward.

"Heh, so you're worried about this kid? It's alright, I'm the boss at home, he has no choice but to listen." He

Li easily caught their embarrassed expressions and chuckled inwardly. She added, "He

wouldn't dare complain if you lived at home, hmph, with your sister here, he can't cause any trouble. If he dares to bully you, tell your sister, and I

'll deal with " As she finished speaking, her hands moved, familiar with the location and precise technique, He Li demonstrated for An Yun on the spot.

A slight pain, a burning sensation in his ear—though not extremely painful, Zhang Ziwen's expression was one of utter misery. He dared not flinch;

when he saw He Li's malicious gaze, he knew what she was up to. Faced with this situation, he could only obediently endure it

, but he felt incredibly embarrassed. He didn't want to lose face in front of An Yun, but it was too late. An

Yun had already seen everything. He even caught a glimpse of pleasure in An Yun's beautiful eyes. Serves her right, those damned,

expressive eyes. Zhang Ziwen felt utterly helpless.

"You brat, hurry up and say something. What do you say about Xiao Yun staying at your house?" He Li pressed her advantage, knowing that this

foolish little brother would never dare utter a single word of dissent.

"I...I have no objection, sis, you decide." Zhang Ziwen's expression was pained. With the fiery He Li and

the domineering An Yun, good heavens, the house was bound to be lively. Neither of these two women seemed to be someone he could afford to offend

. However, deep down, Zhang Ziwen secretly hoped An Yun would stay at home. This

little thought was a bit complicated and subtle, and he didn't dwell on it.

"Hehe, that's more like it. Come here, let your sis pamper you." He Li said with a grin, leaning down with her fragrant

body and giving Zhang Ziwen a sweet kiss on the cheek. First, she pinched his ear, then gave him another kiss. He Li's unpredictable

style made Zhang Ziwen blush. Was it like coaxing a child?

Heh, even this guy has a weakness. Seeing Zhang Ziwen's lamb-like expression, the clever An Yun immediately

saw who Zhang Ziwen's nemesis was. Did he have someone he was afraid of? Hehe, An Yun felt like she had discovered a new continent. This

omnipotent guy was bound to have bad luck. She had found his fatal weakness. Great! This guy dared

to be mean to her and even take advantage of her. What's worse, he had even stolen her first kiss. Humph, he only

knows to bully me. An Yun was very indignant. She couldn't do anything about him, but she could ask her sister for help. Hehe, An Yun's

mind immediately changed. Move! Move to her sister's house. Humph, she knew you bastard would have a hard time. An

Yun honestly and unceremoniously regarded He Li as her sister. She secretly rejoiced. Her face was still

wet with tears, but she couldn't help but chuckle. Her cute and charming appearance was truly captivating.

When the seemingly domineering An Yun revealed her adorable side, even Zhang Ziwen, who was secretly observing her expression, couldn't help but feel a flutter

in his heart . At the same time, he secretly groaned, "I'm doomed!" He could already imagine

how terrible his future life would be. Two tigresses, he couldn't possibly fight them off. Life would be tough from now on. His

obedient little Shu was so much better. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. At that moment, he intensely missed the gentle and beautiful Tang Shu,

the most understanding and considerate little beauty in the world.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen!" A soft voice called from the doorway, the most heart-stirringly gentle tremor in the world.

It was Tang Shu. Zhang Ziwen's heart trembled; he recognized Tang Shu's beautiful voice. Her voice,

choked , carried longing, and boundless love and tenderness. It was a beautiful, melodious whisper. Heaven had been kind to him;

she appeared the moment he uttered her name. Zhang Ziwen looked towards the doorway. It was her—

Tang Shu, the woman he had longed for day and night. She leaned weakly against the doorframe. No one knew how long she had stood there; perhaps she had been quietly

leaning against it, silently gazing at Zhang Ziwen,

whom she had missed so dearly. Her soft call had drawn Zhang Ziwen's longing gaze. Her beautiful, deep, ocean-like eyes met his. Tears of joy welled in her eyes. She had seen him

unharmed She hadn't seen him for so long. She had missed him so much, day and night, endless longing,

endless torment. At this moment, all of this was vividly conveyed through her tearful eyes. She wouldn't hide her

feelings; she loved him, and no one could stop her love. She belonged to him—in this life, in the next, and for all

eternity

She looked so weary. Her beautiful face seemed much thinner. My God, how had she endured it? Zhang Ziwen's

heart ached with indescribable pain. He knew Tang Shu's selfless love for him; it was her everything, her only one. He

knew what his two brushes with death meant to her, how

cruel . Another wave of pain washed over Zhang Ziwen, a surge of guilt rising within him. He felt he had wronged Tang Shu a thousand times over;

he had been too cruel to her. His nose stung, and tears welled up uncontrollably. He didn't want to hold them back; these were tears of love,

tears of heartache, tears of longing. It wasn't shameful to cry in front of Tang Shu. He was willing to share his love for her with her

; she belonged to him, she was truly his woman.

With He Li's help, Zhang Ziwen sat up. He couldn't get out of bed yet, so he could only reach out and open

his . Now, his embrace belonged to Tang Shu, and she could enjoy it all alone. His outstretched hand

trembled slightly; his heart was pounding with emotion. The person who could stir such deep emotion within him was her—the gentle and beautiful

Tang Shu!

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