The Hunter of the City (Complete) - 26

Chapter 166 of The Hunter of the Flower City: A Warm Home The quiet, delicate

figure flew towards Zhang Ziwen like a little bird, towards the place she longed for. The familiar figure,

the familiar posture, the familiar movements—all of this was unique to Tang Shu. She never refused Zhang Ziwen's

embrace. The feeling she had longed for—warm, intoxicating—after so long apart, she was finally back in his

arms So comfortable, Tang Shu was satisfied. The bitterness and hardship of so many days vanished the moment she entered his embrace.

This pitiful little wish of hers—to nestle in his thick, warm arms, inhale his scent,

enjoy the caress of his large hands on her hair, enjoy his tenderness—her tears of contentment and happiness soaked

Zhang Ziwen's chest. She had the right to cry freely in his arms. The warm, soft body in his

embrace, the familiar and tender feeling—Zhang Ziwen was intoxicated by this intoxicating sensation. In the midst of

the long-awaited embrace, he deeply inhaled the fragrance of her hair, holding her tightly as if trying to meld her into his own body

. He wanted to give her abundant love, a love he owed Tang Shu, a debt of affection, a debt of love he could never

repay His tears fell, dripping onto Tang Shu's fair and delicate neck. That was enough;

the man she loved was shedding tears for her. Tang Shu felt sweet and happy.

The ward was quiet, filled with a deep warmth. No one wanted to disturb the loving couple. An Yun nestled

in He Li's arms, moved by this heartwarming scene. This was the first time she had seen Zhang Ziwen's tender

side. Although she had resented Zhang Ziwen for over two years, she couldn't deny that he was a hero, a tough guy, and

omnipotent . Now, she had even seen this man's tears. A conflict arose in her heart.

Was she really so hateful? His attitude towards the woman he loved didn't seem heartless. Had she hated him wrongly?

No, she couldn't. An Yun stubbornly rejected the nascent doubt that had just arisen. She had spent over two

years harboring resentment towards someone, and she wouldn't easily change her mind because of a fleeting moment of warmth. Besides, he had

abandoned her; she wouldn't easily erase the debt she owed Zhang Ziwen. Her resentment towards him remained, but undeniably,

it had faded considerably. At this moment, An Yun felt happy. Because she had a sister again, she

could feel He Li's sincerity and pity for her. This feeling brought back a long-lost sense of family. Moreover,

she had a new home; from now on, she would never be alone in this world again.

Zhang Ziwen's final physical examination at the hospital was over, and he could be discharged after An Yun's check-up.

Zhang Ziwen 's constitution was incredibly robust; minor ailments had little impact on him. With a little rest, he would be

as energetic as ever. He was bored, and lying in the hospital all the time wasn't a problem. Strangely, no one had

separated him from An Yun, and they had been sharing a bed for over a week. For the first two days, this unruly girl was unusually well-behaved,

causing no trouble whatsoever. Zhang Ziwen was slightly puzzled; had she changed her ways? The answer was no. He

already sensed something was wrong. These past two days, this girl had been getting along famously with He Li, their bond so deep that even he sometimes

felt jealous. Her sweet talk—calling her "sister" this and "sister" that—wasn't she trying to steal his sister?

Zhang Ziwen sensed the girl's intentions; she was seeking an ally.

He Li recognized her precious younger sister, so she was also Zhang Ziwen's sister. Suddenly, he had an unruly younger sister.

Zhang Ziwen was incredibly annoyed. He knew An Yun wouldn't let him off easily. Had she really fooled him? Perhaps she really

was going to make his life miserable? Heavens, is this some kind of cruel joke? Please, leave me alone! When

the night was deep and quiet , Zhang Ziwen was truly furious. That brat wouldn't sleep peacefully; her legs were crossed again! Good heavens,

this was going to kill

Zhang Ziwen! Things were getting increasingly bad for Zhang Ziwen these past few days. He Li doted on An Yun,

and the kind-hearted Tang Shu, after learning of her situation, generously and earnestly accepted her. The two beauties' relationship deepened day by day. An

Yun was adept at finding opportunities; she had a clear target and used her wits to subtly create small

conflicts , her aim directly at Zhang Ziwen. He Li was resolute... Protecting her interests, Zhang Ziwen often suffered

ruthless punishments from He Li. Well, this girl had two powerful backers; he couldn't afford to offend her, nor could he hide from her. They were on the same bed, so there was nowhere to hide.

Zhang Ziwen felt wronged but had nowhere to appeal. Moreover, He Li had evidence of his crimes. He Li was responsible for washing his underwear

, and the suspicious substance on his underwear that day proved his dirty thoughts. Recalling An Yun's words,

"Bastard," He Li didn't need to guess what had happened. He even dared to bully her own precious younger sister. If she didn't teach him a lesson,

who else would she teach a lesson to? His past misdeeds meant he couldn't escape this calamity.

They came out, and seeing An Yun's joyful smile, they knew the girl was in good health. Zhang Ziwen and the other two breathed

a sigh of relief; they were really worried she might have some kind of aftereffect. An Yun was slightly

taken aback , because she saw expressions that shook her to her core. Their faces all showed concern. Her sister

and Xiao Shu were concerned about her, and even that big jerk Zhang Ziwen showed concern. She was touched.

She understood her current status; the three people in front of her had become her family, including that big

jerk . An Yun accepted Zhang Ziwen as her brother. Of course, as his sister, she would never let this adopted

brother have it so easy.

Huaihai Avenue, in the fragrant and upscale residential area, is Zhang Ziwen's new home. He Li chose it because of its tranquil

green environment and proximity to the city center. The residents are all successful elites. With

Zhang Ziwen's current assets, buying a luxury villa wouldn't be a problem, but He Li felt a villa would be too large. With the current dwindling

population she felt it would be too empty and uncomfortable. After discussing it with Tang Shu, they decided to buy this detached

duplex luxury apartment.

Zhang Ziwen looked around his new home and felt only one thing: warmth. He was very satisfied.

Two beautiful women lived there long-term, and their subtle feminine fragrance made him feel comfortable. He liked the scent. The decorations weren't luxurious, but they were

elegant. He Li told him that Tang Shu had designed it all, creating their cozy little nest. Tang Shu had truly put in a lot of

effort. She knew Zhang Ziwen's preferences, even considering his fondness for smoking. The bathroom and

shower had ashtrays, and the ventilation was excellent, so no matter how much he smoked, it wouldn't affect

the fresh air inside.

Zhang Ziwen returned home without any ceremony, casually tossing himself onto the large, soft

sofa felt great; he didn't want to move. This was the sofa Tang Shu had chosen for him. She knew

Zhang Ziwen's habit of lounging on sofas; it was big enough that no matter how much he rolled around, he wouldn't fall to the ground.

Wen lit a cigarette. The living room balcony had clear floor-to-ceiling windows, leading directly to the balcony, where

a small table and a recliner were placed. At night, he could lie there and enjoy the night view of Zhonghai, and during the day, on a sunny day, he could

bask in the sun. Zhang Ziwen could already imagine that leisurely scene: a cigarette, a cup of tea, and a stunningly beautiful woman by

his side —wasn't this the life he wanted? It was Tang Shu again. All of this was Tang Shu's

consideration for him; she understood Zhang Ziwen's indifferent and lazy nature all too well. Seeing Zhang Ziwen's extremely satisfied expression, a sweet smile appeared on her

beautiful face. What more could she ask for than to make her beloved man feel comfortable?

"Brother Wen, do you like our new home?" Tang Shu nestled in his arms, her breath sweet as orchids.

"I love it, I love it so much! My goodness, you're so capable," Zhang Ziwen praised. At the same time,

he kissed Tang Shu's cheek sweetly.

"Oh dear, someone's here," Tang Shu said shyly, struggling to get up.

"It's alright, they went upstairs to check the rooms, it's just the two of us in the living room." Zhang Ziwen was very

aware of what was going on.

"Oh no, they could come down at any moment." Tang Shu was always so thin-skinned, it didn't matter if He Li saw her

. She didn't want An Yun to see, because the scene of Zhang Ziwen and An Yun embracing each other in their dying moments kept

flashing in her mind. Although An Yun was now Zhang Ziwen's sister, the kind-hearted Tang Shu didn't want to upset her,

because she knew that the man she loved was too outstanding, and she didn't want to hurt any woman who liked Zhang Ziwen.

If Zhang Ziwen knew Tang Shu's well-intentioned thoughts, he would definitely feel wronged. That girl was too angry with him

to possibly like him? Wasn't that a pipe dream? Unless a miracle happened, it seemed

impossible.

"Brother Wen, there's something else you like." Tang Shu's face was very excited, the little girl seemed to be showing off,

extremely cute.

"Hehe, really? Tell Brother Wen, what surprises our little darling will give me." Zhang Ziwen

was overjoyed.

"I've decorated your room beautifully. The rooftop garden is right outside the bedroom. It's a

blend of Chinese and Western garden design, with a pond, a fountain, and so much more..." Tang Shu

's face flushed slightly, her beauty breathtaking.

"And what else?" Zhang Ziwen's appetite was whetted. He hadn't seen her for two months, and she seemed to have matured

considerably , incredibly alluring.

"You can go straight into my bedroom from the garden. I don't close the door to my room in the garden," Tang Shu whispered

, her face flushed, her shyness almost making Zhang Ziwen want to shower her with kisses. So tempting, so incredibly tempting!

This girl actually knew how to play the game of flirtation. Her meaning was crystal clear: if he wanted, he could sneak into her

room anytime to steal a kiss. Tang Shu's words were a bold and reckless statement. Her upbringing and

etiquette absolutely forbade such provocative language. It seems that one truly is influenced by one's company;

spending so much time with He Li must have been a lesson He Li taught her. He Li had watched a lot of porn and had

a bit of experience in seducing men, but these words, coming from Tang Shu's small mouth, had a unique charm and were incredibly alluring.

Zhang Ziwen, who hadn't been near a woman in a long time, was surprisingly aroused by this innocent young beauty.

Good heavens, home is so much better! In the hospital, there were always leaders visiting or citizens coming to see him, forcing

Zhang Ziwen to get up hundreds of times a day to meet guests. It would be really bad if two people were seen in bed together.

His life-and-death romance with An Yun had become the talk of the town, and if those citizens visiting a hero saw them, it would be

a scandal. Now, it was much better; there were only four people at home, quiet, warm, and peaceful, with a

very .

In the small restaurant, the family sat around a long dining table. Half of the dishes for tonight were prepared by An Yun herself. This

girl seemed used to independent living; her cooking was quite presentable, with excellent color, aroma, and taste. The table was laden with delicious food, and

the glasses held fine wine. Looking around, three beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, were all irresistibly alluring. Zhang Ziwen

felt a little smug. Even immortals couldn't be this carefree. He truly didn't believe that celestial maidens could be as beautiful as the three

women . He

slid the 1982 red wine down his throat and let out a very contented sigh. If every day was like this,

what more could he ask for? Wasn't this what he longed for? He had a car, a house, and beautiful women. At this moment, he

felt like the happiest man in the world. But happiness is often accompanied by troubles, and troubles come unexpectedly.

"I feel like I should call Sister Qing over," Tang Shu suddenly said, seemingly out of nowhere.

Sister Qing? What Sister Qing? Zhang Ziwen was a little confused by Tang Shu's words. He looked at Tang Shu and

saw that she was slightly downcast, as if something was on her mind. What was wrong with this girl? Zhang Ziwen then looked at He Li, and similarly,

He Li's expression seemed a little gloomy. What was going on? The reactions of the two beauties were really a bit strange.

"Which Sister Qing are you talking about?" Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but ask. This was also what An Yun wanted to ask.

She also noticed that something was wrong, and the warm atmosphere seemed to become a little heavy for a moment.

"Who else? That girl Mu Qing. Before you came back, she was with us almost every day. After you came back, we

disappeared without a trace. Her phone was off, and we couldn't get through to her at all." He Li glared at Zhang Ziwen resentfully, her meaning

clear: you've offended Mu Qing. She seemed to know a lot about Zhang Ziwen and her from Mu Qing.

"Why are you glaring at me? There's nothing between me and her." Zhang Ziwen muttered softly, secretly glancing at Tang Shu

. He felt a little guilty, his confidence clearly lacking. Really, there was nothing? Zhang Ziwen himself couldn't explain it clearly.

"Nothing? Humph, if nothing happened, why would she be so haggard? If nothing happened, why would she fall seriously ill for you? You still dare to say

nothing? Do you want me to expose your past? Do you think I don't know?" He Li became fierce at this moment

, a complete tigress.

Chapter 167 of The Hunter of the Flower City: Mu Qing Resigned to Her Fate, Speechless.

What exactly did that girl Mu Qing say? Why does it seem like my older sister is helping her? Zhang Ziwen groaned inwardly.

At the same time, he saw An Yun's strongly contemptuous gaze. She understood. The meaning in those damned, expressive

eyes was crystal clear: a heartless, fickle, womanizing bastard. Now, he couldn't clear his name

even if he jumped into the Yellow River. Zhang Ziwen was like a mute eating bitter melon, truly suffering in silence.

"Brother Wen, Sister Qing is so pitiful, she... she wants to..." Tang Shu's beautiful eyes actually had a crystalline color, she was a little

unable to continue.

"What do you want?" Zhang Ziwen had a vague sense of unease. Good heavens, please don't give me any more bad news

! Deep down, he still cared deeply for that little lioness; he really didn't want anything to happen to her

.

Tang Shu shook her head slightly, letting out a long sigh, seemingly reluctant and regretful,

looking quite sad.

This was driving him crazy! Seeing Tang Shu's expression, unsure how to broach the subject, Zhang Ziwen felt a little anxious,

but he couldn't appear too concerned, otherwise it would seem as if he really had something going on with Mu Qing. Zhang Ziwen didn't want to

upset Tang Shu about women; he had already wronged her so much. If he truly hurt the kind and gentle Xiao Shu,

he would be unforgivable. In this situation, he could only endure it, pretending to be indifferent.

"You brat, look at how nonchalant you are! You don't seem to care much about her? Xiao Qing is really blind."

Zhang Ziwen was pretending, and He Li was dissatisfied. She couldn't tolerate Zhang Ziwen's heartlessness; her brother shouldn't be like

this .

"Heartless and fickle." An Yun was adept at finding opportunities to speak sarcastically, which was also

what she hated most about Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen glared at An Yun and said, "Little girl, what do you know? If you don't understand, don't meddle." He

was getting annoyed.

An Yun pouted. Her aggrieved expression was on full display, and her pitiful eyes looked at He Li,

clearly expressing her grievance. He bullied me. She had used this method many times these past few days, and each time

it made He Li feel great pity for her. Regardless of whether she was right or wrong, it was always Zhang Ziwen's fault.

"Why are you being so fierce? How can you talk to your sister like that? Humph. Xiaoyun is right, you are heartless

and fickle. Let me tell you, you probably won't see Xiaoqing again. I really feel sorry for her. Why couldn't she

see your true colors?" He Li became angrier as she spoke, her anger towards Zhang Ziwen stemming from her sympathy for Mu Qing's tragic fate.

"I say, you two should explain yourselves clearly. What exactly happened to that girl Mu Qing? Why are you all scolding me?

Am I being wronged?" Zhang Ziwen was being criticized for no reason. He felt aggrieved but couldn't find a way to refute her.

"Wronged? What are you wronged about? If you were wronged, why did you torture that girl Xiao Qing to the point of being unrecognizable? Now, she

can finally escape her misery and live a happy life." He Li deliberately emphasized the word "happy

," but anyone could hear the sarcasm in her voice.

"Xiao Shu, tell Brother Wen, what exactly happened to that girl Mu Qing?" Zhang Ziwen could only turn to Tang Shu for help now

. He needed to figure out Mu Qing's situation, otherwise this warm family dinner would turn into a denunciation rally.

"Sister Qing is getting married. The newspapers reported it a week ago, and the wedding is the day after tomorrow," Tang Shu

answered softly. She really knew Zhang Ziwen; if Mu Qing's stories were true,

Zhang Ziwen couldn't be so heartless. The news of Mu Qing's marriage was definitely a blow to Zhang Ziwen, and the kind-hearted Tang Shu

was afraid of upsetting her beloved Wen-ge.

"Mu Qing is getting married? To whom?" Zhang Ziwen asked in a trembling voice. This news struck him like a hammer blow; his heart was

pounding , and he couldn't keep up the act. Deep in his heart, she always held a place, and now he felt a little

breathless.

"Who else could it be? It's Fan Lihua, the one who got you arrested. He's Mu Qing's so-called fiancé," He

Li noticed the change in Zhang Ziwen's expression; his face was pale.

"Fan—Li—Hua, no, Mu Qing...she...she can't marry him," Zhang Ziwen murmured,

Fan Lihua's sinister face flashing through his mind, his thoughts in turmoil.

"Who else would she marry if not the Fan guy? You? You're so heartless. You think you're the only handsome one? The Fan guy

isn't bad either. He's a major contributor to saving the company. It's only right that Xiaoqing repays him with her body. Besides, the Fan guy

is Xiaoqing's rightful fiancé. It's not your turn." He Li's words were

like needles piercing Zhang Ziwen's heart, but he could tell she was being sarcastic.

"Saved the company? What did you say? Fan Lihua saved the company?" Zhang Ziwen's mind was in turmoil, but he understood her words

clearly .

"Let Xiaoshu tell you. She knows best." He Li rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to talk to her anymore.

Zhang Ziwen turned to look at Tang Shu, his eyes questioning. He had already vaguely guessed the cause of this matter.

"Brother Wen, do you remember the arrangements you made before the incident? Like, the plan to block Xin'ao's stock?"

Tang Shu asked softly. After contacting Mu Qing and connecting it to Zhang Ziwen's arrangements, the intelligent Tang Shu could guess

Zhang Ziwen's purpose.

"I remember, we have quite a few Xin'ao Group shares, right?" Zhang Ziwen couldn't forget about dealing with Fan and

Liu. The game was only halfway through, and now Fan was starting to undermine them. Zhang Ziwen

hadn't , and anger surged within him.

Tang Shu nodded slightly and said, "That's right, we hold quite a few shares. Strangely, the Liu family lost to us in the

acquisition , but somehow persuaded some of the major shareholders of Xin'ao

to transfer their shares. The Liu family now holds roughly the same number of shares as us. The Liu family recently proposed

to take over the board of directors, meaning the chairman of the board of directors of Xin'ao Group will have to change, replaced by

Liu Zhan, the general manager of the Liu family group. The Liu family's shares are enough to force the old chairman of Xin'ao to step down."

"So who controls the shares of Xin'ao Group now?" Zhang Ziwen had a rough idea of the Liu family's methods.

"It's Fan Lihua," Tang Shu's answer was exactly what Zhang Ziwen expected.

Tang Shu then described the internal situation of Xin'ao Group. While Zhang Ziwen was recuperating in the United States, Tang Shu took over the entire stock market

battle . With the help of two investment elites,

they successfully maneuvered between Xin'ao Group and the Liu family group by spreading false information and using diversionary tactics. In the end, not only did he hold 19% of Xin'ao's

shares, but he also made a fortune in two swift sell-offs. Xin'ao Group's stock has rebounded

strongly ; the shares that initially gained traction at low prices have now nearly doubled in value. Selling them would be another

windfall, but this wasn't Zhang Ziwen's ultimate goal. He needed the shares to provide crucial assistance to Mu Qing. Now,

it seems the other side has changed its strategy. Are the shares still useful?

The whole affair gradually became clear under Tang Shu's narration. After the stock battle, Liu's family ultimately only obtained 5

% of the shares, but with the help of Fan Lihua, the super-traitor, they successfully persuaded some of Xin'ao's shareholders

to exchange them for Liu's shares. These shareholders prioritized their own interests; everyone knew the strength of Liu's Group in China, and being able to acquire shares...

The Liu Group had essentially secured a gold mine. Soon, the shareholding structure of the Xin'ao Group changed. The Liu family

owned 25%, the old chairman 20%, Mu Qing 10%, Fan Lihua

20%, Zhang Ziwen 19%, and a small group of loyal shareholders held a combined

6%.

With this distribution, Fan Lihua immediately became the center of attention. To prevent the Xin'ao Group from

falling into the Liu Group's hands, Mu Qing's marriage to Fan Lihua was a foregone conclusion. Their combined shares, along with the old chairman's

, would naturally prevent the Liu family from taking control of the Xin'ao Group. However, Old Master Mu was unaware that

20% of the Liu Group's 25% stake actually belonged to Fan Lihua; the Liu Group was merely nominally holding the shares.

This prompted Fan Lihua and the Liu Group, the "good guys," to step forward and, with righteous words, win

the favor of everyone in the Xin'ao Group.

The former chairman bears undeniable responsibility for this stock market battle, and his resignation is inevitable.

Given Fan Lihua's shareholding, marrying Mu Qing would grant him absolute control of the board.

Consequently, the meritorious Fan Lihua is rightfully nominated by the shareholders to become chairman. After the wedding, the Xin'ao

Group 's shareholders' meeting will formally elect a new chairman, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, Fan Lihua, the youngest chairman,

is assured. Essentially, the entire Xin'ao Group will fall into Fan Lihua's hands. If Fan Lihua, in

his capacity to orchestrate a share redistribution, dismantling the shares held by Mu Qing and the old man would be

a piece of cake. At that point, the Mu family would be utterly ousted. Given Fan Lihua's personality, Mu Qing's

future is inevitably tragic. Fan Lihua has even planned a series of ways to torment her; after so

many years of being a lapdog, how can he not find balance through her?

The conspiracy was flawless. The person in charge mentally added up the shares held by Liu and Fan Lihua, totaling 45%

. Things were getting tricky. Fan Lihua's performance was quite convincing; he had likely already secured another

shareholder. If he got 6%, even without the Mu family's shares, he could still control the board.

This was a vicious move. Zhang Ziwen felt that even if he gave his shares to Mu Qing, they would be useless. What to do?

Zhang Ziwen was deeply troubled.

"Brother Wen, Sister Qing already knows that Fan is behind this. She investigated the entire unusual stock incident

thoroughly, but she's powerless. When she tries to retaliate, the 19% of shares are already in

our hands, and she knows that too." Tang Shu suddenly interrupted Zhang Ziwen's thoughts.

"She...she knows too?" Zhang Ziwen was a little surprised, but he quickly understood. With Mu Qing's

intelligence , these little tricks were truly difficult to hide from her.

“Yes, Sister Qing knows everything perfectly well, but she hasn’t told her father. I

know what she’s thinking; maybe her father trusts that scumbag surnamed Fan too much.” Fan Lihua’s despicable behavior

angered even the usually gentle Tang Shu, and the word “scumbag” unexpectedly escaped her usually refined lips.

“Since she already knows, tell her I can transfer my shares to her.” Zhang Ziwen

made his decision; this was what he was supposed to do.

“It’s no use. Actually, I already told her this before, but she said she didn’t have the funds.

Also , she said she didn’t want to accept your favor for no reason. She said marrying Fan Lihua was her inescapable

fate, and no one in this world could help her. She could only accept this reality. She said she resigned herself to her fate.”

Tang Shu ’s beautiful eyes were a little moist. She could imagine what Mu Qing’s life would be like after marriage.

No, she wouldn’t be like that. She wasn’t the kind of person who would accept her fate so easily. Zhang Ziwen was internally rejecting Tang Shu’s words

. She must have a way, but what way could she possibly have? Zhang Ziwen was uncertain. He

knew ; this girl could be stubborn at times, and might really jump into a fire pit. The wedding was the day after tomorrow

, that was a certainty. Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand what she was thinking. He was a little afraid that Mu Qing had really

resigned herself to her fate. Zhang Ziwen couldn't afford to gamble. He wanted to see her now, but would she want to see him? Why would she rather

marry Fan Lihua than accept his help? Especially since she had already seen through Fan Lihua's true colors.

Why? Lack of funds wasn't an excuse. Did she still resent him? Why wouldn't she accept his

favor? Stubborn brat, Zhang Ziwen felt indignant. At the same time, he was also worried about her. Was there

really who could save her?

Zhang Ziwen's mind was in turmoil, his thoughts were chaotic. He was really confused. Analyzing Mu Qing's past personality and temperament,

he vaguely felt that Mu Qing had some kind of intention, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Time was running out. Would he really have to let

her marry Fan Lihua to uncover the truth? By then it would be too late. He couldn't slowly guess her thoughts.

Damn brat, what are you trying to do? Zhang Ziwen felt

a mix of pain, anger, and anxiety. He desperately didn't want Mu Qing to marry that scumbag Fan Lihua, but he was also terrified to face her. She knew about Fan and

Liu's conspiracy, and she certainly knew he had known about it all along. He hadn't told her the truth beforehand

; given her personality, she would definitely be furious. Ah, no wonder she didn't accept his kindness.

Zhang Ziwen understood Mu Qing's reason for rejecting him. He was conflicted; he was

too ashamed to face her. (Chapter 168: Complex Emotions, Unhappy and Speechless

) "Hmph, overthinking." "What? The only one in this world who can save him is you.

What ? That brat is stuck in a rut now. She's angry that you didn't tell her about Fan's conspiracy sooner

. You kept it from her, didn't you? Don't you know her personality? This time she's really 'happy as long as she's happy' marrying that scumbag.

Humph, she created this mess herself, why aren't you going to deal with it? Are you just going to let her fall into that scumbag's hands?" He Li couldn't

hold back . She couldn't tolerate even the slightest injustice. She knew perfectly well that Fan Lihua was a complete scumbag

. How could Mu Qing fall into his hands? But she couldn't persuade Mu Qing. Her personality destined her to tie her tragic fate to

Zhang Ziwen . No one but Zhang Ziwen could untie her knot in her heart.

"Yes, Brother Wen, Sister Qing can't fall into that bastard's hands. Brother Wen, I... I don't want you to hurt her."

Tang Shu also joined in the persuasion. She really couldn't bear to see Mu Qing jump into the fire pit.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at Tang Shu and saw the hopeful look in her beautiful eyes. He was touched. "Shu,

do you know that my concern is you? Going to see other women in front of you, I'm just afraid of hurting you."

"Oh? Sigh, the kinder you are, the more afraid I am of letting you down. Sigh," Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. This

was troublesome . He was afraid he wouldn't be able to handle the situation. He originally thought transferring the shares would be a simple matter, but now there was another factor: preventing

the inevitable marriage. He really didn't know what Mu Qing was thinking. It was a

good thing , but now she knew it was a pit of fire and still jumped in. Wasn't she just making things difficult for herself?

Zhang Ziwen was so conflicted. He was really hesitant about this kind of emotional matter. This wasn't like killing someone,

which could be resolved with a knife or a bullet. Tang Shu was kind-hearted, but he couldn't let her kindness lead him to

betray his feelings. He knew that deep down he loved Mu Qing, and it was precisely because he knew this that he was afraid and

conflicted . He was really afraid he wouldn't be able to control his feelings. Where would Tang Shu be placed then? Zhang Ziwen was in

pain.

"Brother Wen, resolving Sister Qing's matter is the priority right now. As for the future problems, I believe you can find a good

solution, Brother Wen. I believe in you." Tang Shu looked at Zhang Ziwen with deep affection in her beautiful eyes. Intelligent and kind, she saw

Zhang Ziwen's concerns. She knew he needed her support at this time. She didn't want to see Zhang Ziwen

suffer. What did it matter if she suffered a little grievance for him?

Tang Shu's gentle words touched his heart. Her meaning was clear, but Zhang Ziwen felt even more

guilty. What a wonderful Tang Shu! Her understanding and sensible nature—he truly didn't want to hurt her in the slightest

. Was there a way to achieve both? He needed to carefully consider this matter. He needed to think it over.

Zhang Ziwen stood up and said softly, "You guys eat first. I want to be alone." Without waiting for the three

beauties to speak, he turned and left the table, heading upstairs. The three beauties watched his departing figure in silence. His

steps were heavy; they could all sense his conflicted and hesitant heart.

The exquisite and elegant rooftop garden embodies Tang Shu's intelligence and aesthetic taste, with fountains, pools, and mesmerizing

lights . Refined and serene, this exquisite and tranquil garden offers a sense of peace and tranquility.

A white round table, with several white chairs beside it, stands out prominently under the lights. Zhang Ziwen

walked over; the chairs had soft cushions, making them exceptionally comfortable. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and as

the night breeze gently caressed him, the wisps of smoke thinned and dissipated

. The woman who both pained and evoked his love—he couldn't forget the suffocating farewell kiss he shared with her,

nor the sorrowful and resentful look in her beautiful eyes. She was a very strong-willed woman, and this

stubborn revealed a vulnerable side to him. He still remembered the pleading in her eyes, begging

him not to be so heartless in breaking up with her. Her plea was pitifully small; even being ordinary friends would have been enough. He only wished to see her

whenever he wanted, but this small request was rejected without hesitation because of his own concerns. He still remembered

what he had said that day, the meaning of which was very clear: breaking up meant never seeing each other again. Her feelings for him

were beyond his expectations, while his own feelings for her erupted in that farewell kiss. It was only at that moment that he

realized he had fallen in love with her, a helpless love, a love without any future, because he already had Tang Shu,

and Mu Qing also had her own fiancé. He and she could only part ways so sadly.

Zhang Ziwen was in pain, but how could he know Mu Qing's pain? Little did he know that in

that final kiss, Mu Qing had already firmly tied her heart to Zhang Ziwen. She would not marry Fan Lihua, and she

was diligently preparing for it. She was willing to accommodate Fan Lihua; she didn't want to upset her

fiancé. She needed time to relieve the pressure from her family and needed to find an opportunity to confess everything to Fan Lihua, ultimately

making him willingly give her up. The clever woman even approached

the women , catering to them. She was silently fighting for her own happiness, provoking him, teasing him, challenging him—

all of these were her methods and goals. Her goal was very simple: to ensure that Zhang Ziwen would never forget her

existence .

Mu Qing knew Zhang Ziwen already had a beloved woman, but her goal was to leave Fan Lihua and return to Zhang Ziwen's side

cleanly , not as someone's fiancée. As for where Zhang Ziwen's heart lay, she

dared not think too deeply. Based on her intelligence and intuition, she knew she had left a mark on Zhang Ziwen's heart. She believed

Zhang Ziwen had feelings for her, and she knew she couldn't live without him. The future was no longer

her concern. She even harbored a mischievous thought: cleaning up her own affairs would be a victory;

she'd leave the mess of this relationship to Zhang Ziwen to deal with.

However, things unexpectedly became complicated. Stock market turmoil and internal company upheaval distorted Mu Qing's

plans . She was busy dealing with the company's internal chaos, unable to withstand the attacks from three sides alone.

She failed in the stock market battle, and things changed. She had originally intended to use this opportunity to end things with Fan Lihua and confess to him that

her heart belonged to Zhang Ziwen. However, the Liu Group's interference changed everything.

The Mu family, whom Fan Lihua had strongly supported at a crucial moment, now sided with him. He seized the opportunity to

propose an immediate marriage, his reasoning being simple: to consolidate his power within the board of directors and leave the Liu

Group no chance. He even demanded that Mu Qing transfer her shares to him after the marriage, catching Mu

Qing completely off guard.

Something was amiss. Fan Lihua's eagerness for shares aroused Mu Qing's suspicion, ever since he framed Zhang Ziwen

. She had always harbored doubts about Fan Lihua's character, but he had acted too

honestly , and he hadn't done anything to wrong her, so Mu Qing hadn't investigated his character. But this time

, things were too strange. She firmly believed that there's no smoke without fire, so she began a covert investigation, which uncovered

something shocking. A British independent investment company was involved in the stock manipulation, and the leader was none other than Tang Shu. Mu Qing couldn't

believe it was true. During her earlier contact with Tang Shu, she trusted her kindness. In their conversation, she learned

about Zhang Ziwen, the powerful backer, and also about Fan Lihua and Liu Zhan's conspiracy. The fact that

Zhang Ziwen held shares relieved Mu Qing, but also infuriated her. He could have easily

warned her about the conspiracy beforehand, and this shareholding crisis could have been avoided. Now, the proud Mu Qing couldn't

tolerate this; she would never accept this so-called favor.

Mu Qing was intelligent; she understood what accepting this favor meant: Zhang Ziwen could

completely abandon her, he could let go of his feelings for her. She didn't need to think much to understand that Zhang Ziwen was secretly helping...

She even deduced the meaning behind Zhang Ziwen's actions, speculating that it stemmed from Tang Shu's concerns and

his somewhat chauvinistic nature. Now, it was his childish, chauvinistic thinking that had led her into

this mess. Mu Qing was both angry and resentful. She felt utterly disheartened, even hating Zhang Ziwen to the core. She

had desperately abandoned her pride and dignity to approach him, seeking acceptance from the women around him, resisting family pressure to

get closer to him, yet he had consistently rejected her.

Mu Qing's heart was bleeding. If she hadn't sensed Zhang Ziwen's feelings for her, she wouldn't be so angry. He

clearly cared about her, so why did he do this? Why did he make her suffer so much? Why did he make her

endure these past few days of agony? Why? Was it so difficult to tell her about Fan Lihua's conspiracy? Did he really want her to accept his

so-called favors? She couldn't understand; she felt hurt, heartbroken by Zhang Ziwen's heartlessness.

All of this was caused by Zhang Ziwen's suppressed anger. Mu Qing's fury was extreme: "You knew

Fan Lihua was scum but didn't tell me? Fine, I'll knowingly jump into a fire pit. Since you're giving up on me, fine,

I'll make you give up forever." Mu Qing's anger made her lose her reason; this young woman was prepared

to bury her entire happiness, burying it in the worries and naivety Zhang Ziwen had created.

Complex, complex things, complex emotions, complex thoughts—the situation became complicated because of this.

The relationship between Zhang Ziwen and her was destined to remain complex. Zhang Ziwen's own inner turmoil created Mu Qing's tragedy. He

didn't know; he would never know a woman's heart. After all, he was a novice in matters of the heart. Now, he could only

smoke one cigarette after another in the garden, continuing to suffer, tormented, searching for a so-called perfect solution.

Could Mu Qing's obsession and extremes in love provide him with a perfect solution? Only heaven knows the answer. If Zhang Ziwen

knew that Tang Shu had told Mu Qing the truth, he would be even more troubled. Only Tang Ying and

he knew about Fan and Liu's conspiracy; he hadn't told anyone. How did Tang Shu know? The situation was complicated.

"Here, this is tea that Sister Shu asked me to bring you." A pleasant voice rang out, but the tone was very unpleasant. Who else

but An Yun would speak to him in such a tone?

"Put it down." Zhang Ziwen was too lazy to pay attention to her; he was annoyed and didn't want to provoke this girl at this time.

"What do you mean? You didn't even say thank you. I kindly brought it to you, not because I was cold to you

." An Yun wasn't buying it; she wanted to provoke this guy.

"Oh, thank you. You can go now." Zhang Ziwen bluntly threw out the words.

"Hey, what do you mean you can go now? Humph, this garden is nice, it's good to be quiet. You can be here,

but I can't?" An Yun retorted, but she leisurely strolled around the garden.

"Damn it, why is this girl so annoying?" Zhang Ziwen felt inexplicably irritated. "Do you think I don't know you

cried yourself? Can't Xiao Shu bring the tea herself?" She wouldn't disturb his peace at a time like this. This

An girl is so inconsiderate.

"Xiao Yun, can you please let me have some peace and quiet here?" Zhang Ziwen said

patiently .

"No, I like it here, I insist on staying here." An Yun turned to look at him, refusing to listen

.

"How can you be so inconsiderate?" Zhang Ziwen stared at her, his tone annoyed, almost wanting to throw her

off the stairs.

"You jerk, if I'd known you didn't like me, I wouldn't have been so inconsiderate. Do whatever you want." An Yun

stubbornly met his gaze, tears suddenly welling in her beautiful eyes. She murmured to herself, "An Yun, don't cry, don't

shed tears in front of this guy," but she couldn't hold back, and tears still fell. She felt very wronged.

"What do you want? Why are you crying?" Good heavens, Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of frustration; he

couldn't .

"What do I want? I just can't stand you, a man, hiding from everything. So what? I just can't stand it, I'm

just annoyed by you. Humph, I'm not afraid of you." An Yun pouted, tears streaming down her face, looking extremely aggrieved

.

"How am I hiding from everything? I'm trying to find a way out, aren't I?" Zhang Ziwen couldn't bear to see her looking so wronged.

"What's there to think about? My sister told me about Qing-jie's situation. I came up here to tell you that some

things are better left unsaid." An Yun tried hard to control her emotions. She hadn't come up without a purpose; she wanted

to remind him. Although she hadn't known him for long, she understood his personality quite well. Those involved are often blinded,

while bystanders see things clearly. Judging from his actions towards her, this bastard's feelings were a complete mess.

From a woman's perspective, she didn't want tragedy to befall Mu Qing, especially since she couldn't forget her sister's regrets and sorrows.

However, she couldn't help arguing with him because she got angry after just a few words with him.

Chapter 169 of The Hunter of the Flower City: Winning His True Feelings.

"Do I need you to teach me this? I know everything you're saying.

Mind .

"It's not that I want to interfere, hmph, I just want to tell you one thing: if you give up, there's no use

making amends , just like how you gave up on me. I died once before, and it was at your hands,

because you gave up on me." An Yun brought up the past; she was already being polite by not mentioning her sister's grievances. This was her

Achilles' heel. Zhang Ziwen was afraid she'd bring this up. He had indeed abandoned her once. Although her claim of dying

once sounded a bit unreasonable, one of her sentences pierced Zhang Ziwen's heart: if

you give up , there's no use making amends later. Zhang Ziwen pondered the meaning of those words repeatedly. Was this girl reminding

him? Zhang Ziwen was a smart man; nothing else mattered except the impact of those words. Making amends later was

something only a fool would do. No, he had to see Mu Qing now.

"I really don't know what you're thinking! Didn't Sister Shu tell you to deal with the immediate problem and worry about the future

later Humph, sitting here trying to figure things out, what will you do when she gets married? Are you

really going to let Sister Qing suffer like this? Hurry up and go find her, you bastard!" An Yun saw him standing there in a daze, seemingly more

anxious than him.

Zhang Ziwen felt a little embarrassed. Although the girl's words were a bit harsh, he was grateful to An Yun for helping him resolve his inner

conflict. He said somewhat awkwardly, "Thank you, I'll go right away."

"Hmph, who needs your thanks? I just don't want another innocent woman to be harmed by you." An Yun

seemed completely unappreciative of his gratitude.

This sounded a bit serious. If he continued to argue with her, she would definitely bring up her sister's past romantic entanglements to settle

scores with him. He was already unfairly blamed, and Zhang Ziwen inwardly cursed himself for not being able to stand it

. He quickly made his escape, leaving the resentful An Yun alone in the

Garden of Elegance. Zhang Ziwen parked his car and looked up at the 12th floor. Mu Qing's bedroom light was still on; it seemed

she hadn't gone to sleep yet. Thinking about seeing her soon, Zhang Ziwen's heart began to race. It had been a long time since

he'd seen her, and a wave of tenderness washed over him. At the same time, he felt a little anxious, wondering

how Mu Qing would react when she saw him.

Reaching the 12th floor, Zhang Ziwen's hand was about to ring the doorbell. But his hand froze in mid-air; he was

still hesitant. What should he say when he saw her? Zhang Ziwen lingered outside the door. He wanted to see her, yet he was also afraid

to face her. He didn't know how to start the conversation, how to persuade her not to marry Fan Lihua. She

already knew Fan Lihua's character, but she still wanted to marry him. Zhang Ziwen didn't understand what she was thinking. Could his presence

change her mind? At this moment, Zhang Ziwen was lost and conflicted.

Zhang Ziwen's figure appeared on the rooftop of the apartment building. The building had 22 floors, and the 10-story slide from top to bottom was

too easy for Zhang Ziwen. He decided not to disturb Mu Qing, since he was already there. He wanted to see

her from the shadows, to see her whom he hadn't seen for so long.

Zhang Ziwen's figure swayed slightly and quickly disappeared from the rooftop. A swift black shadow

plummeted down the pipe, stopping abruptly on the 12th floor. The shadow vanished from the balcony with incredible agility, leaving no

trace. Zhang Ziwen had already slipped into the living room. A faint, sweet fragrance filled the room, a scent unique to

a woman's home, a very familiar one. Zhang Ziwen sniffed; it was a warm, cozy scent, because it belonged to Mu Qing

. The bedroom door was ajar, a soft wisp of light from the bedside lamp wafting through the crack. He tiptoed to

the door and peered into the bedroom. His heart skipped a beat. He saw her. He saw Mu Qing. She

was lying on the bed, covered with a thin silk blanket. The air conditioning was warm, and Zhang Ziwen could feel the

cozy . She seemed to be asleep. He could see her beautiful, peaceful face as she slept.

The door opened gently, and Zhang Ziwen quietly stepped inside. Watching her from the outside wasn't enough; he couldn't control

his feet. The closer he got, the faster his heart pounded. He was very close. Zhang Ziwen gently sat on the

edge of the bed, on a thick, comfortable wool carpet. Mu Qing was right in front of him, sleeping peacefully like a little

lamb. Her soft, black hair was spread across the pillow, her face delicate and rosy, her lips tightly closed, her long eyelashes,

her exquisite nose, and her warm, moist lips. Her breath was soft and long; he could even smell her

sweet scent. She was so beautiful in her sleep, breathtakingly beautiful. However, her delicately arched eyebrows were slightly furrowed

, as if she had endless worries.

She had lost weight; she seemed thinner than before. "She hasn't been doing well lately," Zhang Ziwen thought,

a pang of . His dark eyes were filled with tenderness. This little woman had always been

a source of pain for him. His love for her had always been tinged with helplessness. On one side was the gentle Tang Shu, who loved him wholeheartedly; on the other was the beautiful Mu Qing, with whom he

shared many stories. They were both outstanding, their personalities so different, and both

loved him. He couldn't choose. If he could choose, he could only hide or

run away from his feelings for Mu Qing. This choice was painful and helpless. He couldn't hurt Tang Shu, but now, Mu Qing was about to marry

the wicked Fan Lihua. Time was running out, and how could he bear to watch her jump into a fire pit?

Mu Qing, Mu Qing, how could you be so foolish? Why?

Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand it, but he vaguely felt that part of the reason was because of him. If that were the case,

he would be uneasy about this for the rest of his life, living in regret and pain.

The woman he loved had married someone else. Even if Zhang Ziwen understood Mu Qing's thoughts, he wouldn't

allow it to happen to him. The obedient little lamb before him spurred Zhang Ziwen to make a decision.

Before seeing Mu Qing, Zhang Ziwen might have hesitated; he had some concerns, and some feelings

were beyond his control. But now, seeing her, especially her thoughtful expression while asleep, he

made a decision instantly. No, he absolutely couldn't let her fall into Fan's hands. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen's decision

was unstoppable . Once he made up his mind to do something, no one in the world could stop him. He even

had the desire to kill Fan Lihua. If necessary, he would definitely do it.

Strangely, when he had the idea to intervene, he felt a sudden sense of relief, as if

a huge boulder had been lifted from his heart. He quickly found the crux of the problem, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's lips. Looking at

the beautiful face still fast asleep, he sighed inwardly, "Ah, what a torturous little devil."

Zhang Ziwen gently stood up. He didn't intend to wake the soundly sleeping Mu Qing; he had already

seen . He had made a decision. This trip had been profoundly impactful for him, making him truly understand some things.

He needed to plan how to win back the woman he loved and also consider reclaiming the shares of the Xin'ao Group. Time

seemed a bit tight

. "Is that you?" Her voice was soft, still a little sleepy and sweet: "Am I dreaming?"

Hearing her voice, Zhang Ziwen, who had tiptoed to the door, froze. His legs almost wouldn't move. She

was awake?

"It's me. Are you alright?" Zhang Ziwen turned around; Mu Qing on the bed had already sat up.

"It really is you?" A strange light flickered in Mu Qing's beautiful eyes; she could hardly believe it.

Zhang Ziwen, , was standing there. This wasn't a dream; it was real. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"What are you doing here? What business is it of yours whether I'm good or not?" The joy in Mu Qing's eyes shifted,

turning into anger. She hadn't forgotten that this guy was the one who had almost driven her to the brink of collapse.

"I wanted to see you," Zhang Ziwen said softly.

"What's so interesting about me? Sneaking into someone's room, and now trying to sneak away.

What do you take this place for?" Mu Qing's anger surged. If she hadn't sensed his presence, this

guy would have slipped away unnoticed.

"I didn't want to disturb your sleep," Zhang Ziwen said with a wry smile. He knew she had a lot of grievances on her mind.

"That's easy for you to say. When did you become so refined? Haven't you bullied me enough? You bad guy!" Mu Qing

pouted slightly, and tears silently slid down her cheeks.

Zhang Ziwen sighed softly. This girl's temper hadn't changed. He saw the familiar yet stubborn

Mu Qing again; the little lioness's expression on her beautiful face would never waver. Faced with her outburst, he could only

continue to smile bitterly.

"Alright, I'm fine now, you can leave." Mu Qing gave him the hint to leave, but

a hint of worry flickered in her tearful eyes. Her lips were hard, but her heart hoped he would stay with her.

"Can I...can I sit a little longer?" No matter what he said, Zhang Ziwen would never leave

her at this moment.

"Whatever you want." Mu Qing's face flushed slightly; her words didn't reflect her true feelings. She was annoyed at herself

for softening her heart whenever she saw him.

Zhang Ziwen returned to the bedside and gently sat down beside her. Looking at her, his heart ached slightly.

This time, she stopped arguing. Looking at him sitting beside her, her beautiful eyes became complicated, filled with endless

sorrow, endless grief, and endless grievance. Tears welled up in her eyes; she seemed to have found a place to vent her grievances.

Her tears flowed only for the man before her.

"You've suffered," Zhang Ziwen sighed, her tears almost melting him.

These simple words made Mu Qing's heart tremble. The man before her had never been so gentle with her before.

He was always indifferent, always arguing with her, always finding excuses to avoid her.

Memories of their past together flashed through her mind. In her memory, he had never

valued , and in the end, he left her heartlessly. This man had caused her so much torment; she

should hate him, but now, she couldn't. His eyes were full of tenderness, his simple words contained

boundless affection. Hatred dissipated, replaced by a surge of pent-up resentment. The pent-up resentment of many days... At this moment, she erupted, tears streaming down her face.

She couldn't say a word; she just wanted to cry, to let her tears flow freely in front of him,

a way for her to vent her anger, her sorrow, and her endless longing of the past few days.

Women are made of water—that's so true. Zhang Ziwen was terrified of a woman's tears. He felt a pang of

panic, a tightness in his chest, and a pang of heartache. All the words he wanted to say suddenly vanished. His mind was a

mess. He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms. Words

were useless ; he could only soothe her with his actions.

In his comfortable and warm embrace, Mu Qing found her haven. Nestled in his arms, she didn't want to move. Tears streamed down her face

; the pent-up grievances and sorrow of the past few days made it impossible for her to calm down quickly. The words she wanted to say to him,

however, wouldn't come out. Her pent-up resentment and sorrow gradually dissipated and faded in his warm embrace.

Women are so simple; a little warmth and comfort can transform their nature. The little lioness

had become a docile kitten.

Tears soaked Zhang Ziwen's chest. After venting her emotions with this woman's most powerful weapon, Mu Qing's

mood gradually calmed down. Now, nestled in his arms, she was no longer a resentful little woman. She felt sweet inside, because

from the moment she was in his arms, she truly felt his affection for her. His love didn't need to

be expressed ; she felt it, truly felt it. His arms held her so tightly; she no longer worried

about being taken away by someone else.

Nestled in Zhang Ziwen's arms, Mu Qing smiled, tears still streaming down her face. Her smile was sweet, tinged with a hint of cunning.

She had gambled correctly; she had risked everything for a chance at survival. Besides Zhang Ziwen, there was truly

no Her final gamble had won Zhang Ziwen's true feelings. She was happy. This gamble was one she had carefully considered for a long time.

To deal with Zhang Ziwen, a man whose emotions were utterly terrible, she had used her own happiness to win his love.

This was her only way—to force out his true feelings and simultaneously destroy his inner turmoil. Because she knew that the day he rescued

her , she would be completely bound to him. She knew his character too well; he had

no choice but to shoulder this responsibility. This move... Ruthless, dangerous, and torturous, she wasn't entirely confident. She wasn't sure

how much she held in Zhang Ziwen's heart, but one thing she was certain of was Fan Lihua's character. That alone

made her willing to take such a risk. She believed Zhang Ziwen wouldn't let her be slaughtered. If Zhang Ziwen abandoned her, she would

give up her life on their wedding day. She was a woman born for love; without love, life had no

meaning . From the moment she met Zhang Ziwen, fate had ordained her life to belong to him.

(Chapter 170 of "The Hunter of the Flower City")

The extreme, intelligent, and beautiful Mu Qing schemed against Zhang Ziwen, using her own life to scheme against

him. This would be her eternal secret. Zhang Ziwen didn't know. He only knew he couldn't lose the woman in his arms.

Even if he knew he was being schemed against, he believed he would still unhesitatingly fall into Mu Qing's carefully laid trap. No one could stop

him; women were always his nemesis. (

White BMW 7) Yes, this is the new car Tang Shu bought for Zhang Ziwen. He even survived a car bomb crash!

The beautiful women around Zhang Ziwen unanimously agreed that BMW was his lucky car. This car was specially ordered for him by Tang Shu, with

a luxurious interior and bulletproof glass. Of course, it was also very expensive. However, Zhang Ziwen now had plenty of money, and ordering a few more

luxury cars was a piece of cake for him. Zhang Ziwen drove this luxury car

towards at a slow speed. Song Lin's album was playing on the CD player. Tang Shu knew Zhang Ziwen's preferences inside and out; she

thought of every detail of his life very carefully. With Tang Shu, this super little housekeeper, taking care of

Zhang Ziwen , he couldn't help but feel like a king. The old man was in a very good mood. Mu Qing's matter was basically settled.

The couple would now divide the work, each making final preparations for their own happiness

. As soon as Zhang Ziwen entered the living room, he was slightly taken aback. It was so late; why weren't they asleep yet? Three

stunningly beautiful women were sitting in the living room, seemingly waiting for him. With the only man in the house still out,

they probably weren't asleep. In this house, Zhang Ziwen had become the center of attention the moment he returned, and

the women naturally revolved around him. Now, seeing him come back, they all turned to look at him. Even with his thick skin,

Zhang Ziwen felt a little embarrassed under the women's gaze, his face flushing red.

The women chuckled, thinking to themselves, "This guy is so old and still so shy. As a

modern 21st-century youth, he's definitely a bit of an oddball."

Zhang Ziwen sat down next to Tang Shu, comfortably leaning back on the sofa. Tang Shu naturally leaned against him as well.

Nestled in his arms, like a kitten clinging to him, Zhang Ziwen loved this feeling. Tang Shu nestled in his embrace, and he felt fulfilled.

A contented smile involuntarily appeared on his lips, an almost sickeningly sweet warmth.

"Hehe, you little rascal, look at you, all smiles! Did you get things done?" He Li was the first to speak; the three beauties

had been discussing this matter whenever he wasn't around.

"Yes, Brother Wen. Sister Qing isn't angry with you anymore, is she?" Tang Shu's beautiful eyes were clear. She wasn't upset that

he went out to find other women; on the contrary, she was worried about Mu Qing's fate. In her kind heart, she didn't

want to see any woman who loved Zhang Ziwen get hurt. What Zhang Ziwen did was his business;

she was already content to hold a place in his heart.

Zhang Ziwen kissed her cheek, moved. He didn't know what to say to Tang Shu, but he was deeply

grateful for her generosity and kindness. He could only express his love through actions.

"Oh, Brother Wen, don't do that! Sister and Xiaoyun are still here." Tang Shu blushed deeply. She loved snuggling in Zhang Ziwen's arms in

public , but she was still shy about his public displays of affection.

"Hehe, it's okay. You two can be affectionate as if we don't exist. But

you can wait until he's explained things clearly before you get intimate," He Li said with a smile, looking at the couple. The man was handsome, and the woman

was beautiful a perfect match, and she liked them very much.

He Li's words made Tang Shu even more embarrassed. She struggled to sit up, but Zhang Ziwen wouldn't let her

have her way. His arms were empty, and he wouldn't waste a hug. Tang Shu couldn't struggle and let him have his way, feeling incredibly

sweet .

An Yun wanted to interrupt and ask about Mu Qing, but after moving her lips, she decided against it. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth

, she would start arguing with that guy. Looking at Tang Shu's sweet expression in Zhang Ziwen's arms, she felt

a pang of envy for no reason. She was afraid she wouldn't have that chance again.

"Brother Wen, hurry up and tell us! Sister and Xiao Yun both want to know how things are between you and Sister Qing?" Tang Shu hadn't

forgotten about Mu Qing. Seeing Zhang Ziwen smiling but not speaking, she couldn't help but urge him.

"Nothing's wrong, she's fine." Zhang Ziwen felt a little awkward. He really didn't want to talk about it in front of Tang Shu.

"You brat, what do you mean 'nothing's wrong, she's fine'? Isn't this making us anxious?" He Li was itching to know.

She quite liked Mu Qing.

"Hey, is Sister Qing still going to marry that guy surnamed Fan?" An Yun couldn't help but ask. She was very concerned about Mu Qing

's fate.

"What do you mean by 'hey'? You can't even call me 'brother'? Hehe, want to know? Call me 'brother' first."

Zhang Ziwen was in a great mood. Seeing An Yun's slightly anxious expression, he couldn't help but tease her, and also to divert his slightly

embarrassed mood.

"Tch, dream on. If you don't want to talk, fine." An Yun curled her lips disdainfully.

"Fine then, you won't call me, huh? I'm really tired now, I want to take a shower. You guys can chat slowly, I'm going to take a shower."

Zhang Ziwen wanted to slip away.

"Trying to slip away, huh? You try to slip away? Humph, you've gone too far, hurry up and explain yourself." He Li wasn't

going to let him get away with it.

"Sis, you're always scolding me. An Yun only recognizes you as her sister, she doesn't recognize me as her brother at all.

Didn't you hear how she addresses me?" Zhang Ziwen changed the subject.

"Alright, what are you arguing about with a girl? It's pathetic." He Li rolled

her eyes at Zhang Ziwen, then turned to An Yun and said, "He's right. You need to change how you address him. Listen to your sister,

call him 'brother'." He Li already knew An Yun and Zhang Ziwen had a falling out, and she was taking this opportunity to ease the tension between them.

An Yun felt awkward refusing He Li's words; she already considered He Li her own sister.

Reluctantly, she rolled her beautiful, expressive eyes at Zhang Ziwen before finally managing to utter, "Brother," in a barely audible voice, clearly

unwilling.

"What? Speak louder! I didn't hear you." Zhang Ziwen was secretly delighted. *Girl, so you know how to find

allies? Hehe. She's my older sister, I'm not afraid of you misbehaving.

* "Brother, brother." An Yun sighed, raising her voice eight octaves, calling out twice in a row,

her beautiful eyes expressing strong dissatisfaction. *Sigh*, you're so smug today. Just you wait.

"Hehe, that's right, good girl, good Xiaoyun. Hehe." Zhang Ziwen appeared to be a kind older brother,

but inwardly he was overjoyed.

"Alright, stop acting all innocent after getting what you want. Tell me, how's it going with Mu Qing?" He

Li saw through his little scheme; the brat was using her. She barely managed to refrain from scolding him.

"It's fine. Didn't I tell you? She's doing great." Zhang Ziwen skirted the issue, wondering

what kind of spell Mu Qing had cast on his older sisters. They were all so worried about her.

"Brother Wen, then Sister Qing won't marry that bad guy, will she?" Tang Shu asked softly in his arms.

"Of course she will. The wedding will proceed as planned." Zhang Ziwen smiled; he wanted to kiss Tang Shu again. She

was so adorable in his arms.

"Hey, brother," An Yun couldn't quite bring herself to say it. She said anxiously, "What's going on?

Is Sister Qing still going to marry that bastard? Are you kidding me? How could you do this? You can't even remember what I told you." An Yun

was a little angry.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I said the wedding would proceed as scheduled, I didn't say she had to marry that guy surnamed Fan."

Zhang Ziwen found it a little funny, wondering why An Yun was so anxious. If he knew that An Yun was connecting everything to her

sister, he probably wouldn't be laughing. He was the one carrying this emotional debt.

"You won't tell, huh? You brat. Want me to teach you a lesson?" Her hand was itching.

"No, let's talk this out." Zhang Ziwen was really afraid she would hit him: "I'm still preparing for this.

Anyway I'll just bring Mu Qing back safely, won't that be enough?" Even he himself couldn't explain it clearly yet,

the plan hadn't been laid out, so there was no point in talking about it.

"Sister Li, trust Brother Wen. He said he can bring Sister Qing back safely, so he definitely can. Sister Li, Brother

Wen just got back from the hospital, let him take a shower first." Tang Shu knew Zhang Ziwen best; she always trusted him unconditionally

. Besides, Zhang Ziwen had just returned from the hospital, and she was genuinely worried he was exhausted.

"Alright, Xiao Shu is pleading for you. I'll let you off tonight, but I'm warning you beforehand: if

anything happens to Mu Qing, don't think I, as her older sister, will let you off easily." He Li was clearly threatening her. In her mind, any

woman who liked Zhang Ziwen was her chosen sister-in-law. She hoped that the women around Zhang Ziwen would become increasingly...

The more the better. The Zhang family only has one son, and given her personality, she doesn't care about worldly opinions. There are plenty of women keeping mistresses these days, so

what's a few more women for her brother? Of course, the premise is that the woman must be outstanding, and Mu Qing definitely

meets the criteria.

Zhang Ziwen didn't know what He Li was thinking, but at this moment he was deeply moved by Tang Shu's thoughtfulness.

His little darling was always on his side, only thinking of him. Heaven had truly been kind to him, allowing

him to have such a perfect woman—no, a fairy. Heaven had sent him a fairy; he was lucky and happy.

Zhang Ziwen was filled with emotion.

The bathroom was larger than Zhang Ziwen had expected, and the bathtub was ridiculously large; it could probably

comfortably fit three to five people. He quickly glanced at the buttons next to the tub—luxurious, advanced, even with a whirlpool

massage function ! Absolutely amazing! No doubt, it was Tang Shu's idea. She had created all-around comfort for Zhang Ziwen;

he truly had a fairy in his home, with surprises never ending. Zhang Ziwen, overjoyed, turned on the water filling button. Water flowed from several spouts

simultaneously, filling the large bathtub in less than two minutes. Zhang Ziwen reached out to test the water temperature; it was just right.

He undressed , and instantly… Wen was already spotless, and he curled up in the bathtub, naked. It felt so good, so incredibly good.

The steaming water cleansed his soul, leaving him feeling indescribably comfortable. Zhang Ziwen let out a satisfied and

contented sigh

. He went to the bathroom to enjoy his heavenly bath. Meanwhile, the three beauties in the living room were curiously discussing how

Zhang Ziwen had rescued Mu Qing from her predicament. An Yun, in particular, had gone through a life-or-death ordeal with Zhang Ziwen,

a story she reminisced about every night before bed. A hero rescuing a beauty—she couldn't help but be curious, and

she had the most questions.

"I'm telling you all, stop speculating. I'm certain this brat is going to

make a scene. I'll have to remind him, lest he go too far," He Li said, worried that Zhang Ziwen might overdo it.

She didn't want her brother to cause any serious trouble.

"Sister Li, don't worry about Brother Wen. He knows what he's doing," Tang Shu said, completely unconcerned, standing

firmly Zhang Ziwen's side.

“Xiao Shu is right, he’s got a lot of tricks up his sleeve, there’s nothing to worry about.” An Yun knew

Zhang Ziwen was capable of anything.

“Xiao Yun, don’t say Brother Wen is tricky, he’s a good guy. Actually, you’ll know once you get to know him better. You

must have some misunderstanding about him.” Tang Shu didn’t like An Yun speaking ill of Zhang Ziwen, and she could tell that An Yun and

Zhang Ziwen were having a disagreement.

“Hehe, Sister Shu really protects your good Brother Wen. It’s a pity I just can’t be nice to him. But, for

your sake, I’ll try not to make things difficult for him. After all, you’re my future sister-in-law.” An

Yun knew that Tang Shu couldn’t tolerate any dissent; she was clear about who was friend and foe, and she would listen to what Tang Shu said.

“Oh, you’re so mean, don’t tease me.” Tang Shu felt both happy and

shy when An Yun called her sister-in-law.

“Hehe, Xiao Shu is still shy. Xiao Yun is right, you are his future sister-in-law, and naturally, you’re also my

good sister-in-law.” Tang Shu loved teasing the shy Tang Shu the most.

"I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going upstairs to sleep." Tang Shu couldn't stand the two of them anymore and stood up to hide, but

after taking two steps, she suddenly remembered something. She exclaimed softly, "Oh no."

"What's wrong?" He Li and An Yun asked at the same time.

Tang Shu turned around, her face flushed, and said a little shyly, "It seems that Brother Wen didn't bring any spare

underwear with him." After saying this, Tang Shu wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Hehe, you mean this? You can just bring him some clean underwear, right?" He Li breathed

a sigh of relief. She thought something terrible had happened, and seeing Tang Shu's embarrassed look, she couldn't help but laugh.

Tang Shu was shy, and An Yun was also shy. As soon as Tang Shu mentioned Zhang Ziwen's underwear, an image of Zhang Ziwen's

large, muscular body wearing only underwear appeared in her mind, which startled her so much that she was quite embarrassed. The two shy beauties' faces were equally red,

delicate and beautiful. The living room instantly became a spring-like scene, captivating and enchanting.

Chapter 171 Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water, Unhappy and Speechless. Zhang Ziwen

was taking a bath and showering, with a cigarette in his mouth. The ventilation in the bathroom was excellent, and the water vapor and

smoke quickly evaporated through the exhaust

system . At this moment, the warm water had made his whole body weak, and the comfortable feeling made him stay in the luxurious

bathtub and not want to get up.

Just as he was enjoying his bath, there was a soft knock on the door. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Judging

from the knock, he felt it must be Tang Shu. Only she would be so refined; if it were He Li, she would have slammed the door

and rushed in without waiting for an answer. When Zhang Ziwen used to stay at her house, she often took advantage of him.

"...Is that Xiao Shu? The door's unlocked, come in." There was shower gel in the bathtub, lots of foam,

so he wasn't worried about revealing anything.

The door opened softly, and Tang Shu walked in, her face flushed. She carried a bathrobe and a change of underwear. After placing them on the shelf, she said softly, "...Brother Wen...I've put

these things

here...and...is there anything else I can help you with...I'll help you...

If there's nothing else, I'll...I'll go out now..." Tang Shu's voice was very soft. Although she

was used to being affectionate with him, she couldn't suppress her shyness while he was taking a bath.

"Don't go..." Seeing her come in, Zhang Ziwen was reluctant to let her leave. Back home,

this was finally a real moment alone with her. Tang Shu's shy and adorable appearance made Zhang Ziwen want to hug her even more.

"...Brother Wen, is there anything else? Tell Xiao Shu, and Xiao Shu will take care of it for you." Tang Shu blushed,

a little afraid to look at him.

"…I…I want you to stay with me for a while." Zhang Ziwen looked at her,

confident Tang Shu would agree.

As Zhang Ziwen expected, Tang Shu generally wouldn't refuse his requests. She nodded shyly,

turned and gently closed the door, then sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Throughout, she didn't dare meet Zhang Ziwen's eyes; it

was too embarrassing.

"Brother Wen…Shall I, Xiao Shu, scrub your back?" Tang Shu asked gently, her face

flushed.

"Sure, hehe…Why don't you come in and soak with me too?" Tang Shu's shyness emboldened

Zhang Ziwen. His heart was racing.

"...No...that's not good..." Tang Shu's voice was barely a whisper; she was almost

at her limit. She wasn't that bold as to bathe with him.

"What's wrong with that? You're my woman. What's wrong with bathing with Brother Wen? Come on in. Look, your

clothes are all wet. Didn't you say you'd scrub Brother Wen's back? You're not going to scrub my back with your clothes on, are you? Be good.

Listen to me ." Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard, feeling like a big bad wolf trying to trick a little white rabbit.

"I'm Brother Wen's woman," Tang Shu thought sweetly. She hadn't heard the rest of his words clearly, but this sentence was crystal clear.

The power of love was great; all manners, upbringing, and speech could be instantly forgotten by Tang Shu. He

was right. Since she was his woman, what couldn't she do?

"…Brother Wen…could you turn your back?" Tang Shu's beautiful eyes revealed

a shy plea. She wanted to undress; no matter how much she was willing to sacrifice for Zhang Ziwen, she didn't want

to expose her body under his lecherous gaze.

"Um…" Zhang Ziwen responded vaguely, reluctantly turning his head away.

He secretly regretted it, not wanting to embarrass Tang Shu too much; this girl was too shy.

Soon, Zhang Ziwen's heart leaped with joy. A mirror! There was a large mirror where he turned his head.

The greatest invention in the world, Zhang Ziwen now wholeheartedly agreed. He could clearly see Tang Shu undressing in the mirror

. Tang Shu had her back turned; she was too busy being shy. The usually observant girl had completely forgotten that there

were mirrors on all four sides of the bathroom. Little did she know that a lecherous man was seeing her clearly from front to back through the reflection in the mirror.

Tang Shu's movements as she undressed were elegant, revealing her well-educated upbringing. Her

meticulous movements carried an undeniable allure—slow, graceful, and seductive. Her outer garment was now off,

revealing her alabaster skin. Her half-naked, alluring body was adorned only by a set of light blue lingerie, transparent,

seductive, and fiery. One could glimpse the woman's hazy secrets in the mirror—a deadly temptation. Good heavens, no one

would expect what lay beneath her outer garment to be so provocative. Zhang Ziwen hadn't anticipated this; his reaction was now quite strong,

his legs beginning to stir. No man could resist such a vibrant and sensual allure…

In Zhang Ziwen's memory, she preferred cute, cartoon-themed lingerie made of pure cotton. He never expected

such an alluring outfit to adorn her body; He Li deserved much of the credit. Zhang Ziwen guessed this was definitely

He Li's bad idea, and only she possessed the most lingerie. Zhang Ziwen stared blankly at himself in the mirror.

Tang Shu continued her actions, and soon, the small, transparent silk lace left her body, leaving her completely

naked . Her pert, proud breasts, flat stomach, round, full buttocks, long, alluring thighs, and that

alluring woman's private parts—the woman's perfect curves were perfectly displayed in the mirror before Zhang Ziwen's

eyes. The stimulation, the sensory stimulation, made his lower body throb violently.

Tang Shu turned around shyly, and seeing Zhang Ziwen obediently turn his back, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then,

she was horrified. "You lecherous man!" she exclaimed. She had spotted the biggest flaw: the mirror. The lecherous eyes in the mirror

were staring intently at her naked body. "How lecherous!" Tang Shu cried out, instinctively covering her large

breasts. Unfortunately, she only had two hands; while she covered her upper body, her lower body remained completely exposed. Zhang Ziwen's eyes continued to feast on

her desire; his gaze was fixed. "Oh no!" Tang Shu panicked . The bathtub was a bit high, and her movements were a little

too exaggerated. With a slight lift of her legs, her private parts became even more clearly visible. Tang Shu was mortified; this was the only way she could act. The water rippled, and

she then submerged herself completely. Thankfully, there were bubbles; otherwise, Tang Shu wouldn't have bathed with him. Even

so , she wished she could bury her head in the bubbles too. This lecherous man had already seen everything...

Gone. The vibrant, alluring body was gone, leaving only a beautiful, flushed face. Zhang Ziwen,

seeing Tang Shu's panicked reflection in the mirror, knew his peeping had been exposed. A little embarrassed, he turned to

Tang Shu an awkward smile.

"…You're so bad. Brother Wen is so bad…" The usually gentle Tang Shu threw a

tantrum, playfully lashing out with a handful of foam. Zhang Ziwen didn't dodge, and she pelted him

with foam . A white mess—the price of peeping. Zhang Ziwen chuckled dryly, wiping the foam away.

"Are you calm now? If you're not, give me some more foam." Zhang Ziwen grinned, finding it amusing that

she was still so shy after giving him her body.

"You're so annoying, Brother Wen is a big pervert," Tang Shu complained, but she couldn't bring herself to

throw the foam at him again.

"My little darling, you're already Wen-ge's woman, what are you being shy about? I can't even take a peek."

Zhang Ziwen teased, foreshadowing his future enjoyment of her beauty, as he hadn't had his fill of glimpses earlier.

"......Oh, don't say that!" Tang Shu was mortified. He was reminding her that they had already engaged

in intimate acts, but even so, she couldn't bear to hear him say it

. In a moment of desperation, she took action. Her delicate hand reached for his mouth, afraid he would bring up that embarrassing matter again, and she wanted to cover his mouth.

Easily, Zhang Ziwen raised his hand and gently grabbed her soft wrist. With a smooth pull, Tang Shu

gasped as he pulled her into his arms. Her breasts heaved, a wet sensation spreading across her skin. It felt so good; her

smooth, naked body was now pressed tightly against Zhang Ziwen's.

They were now face to face. Her full, firm breasts swayed under the pressure of his chest, incredibly

elastic . He could clearly feel the smoothness of her skin, silky, delicate, and

warm—a sensation that ignited Zhang Ziwen's passion. In this moment, under these circumstances, he couldn't be

polite. His hand slid down her fragrant back, his large hand grasping her full, round buttocks, kneading them...

"...Wen...Brother Wen...I...I'll

rub ..." Tang Shu gasped, writhing in his arms, unable to resist

the caresses of his large hands.

Rubbing her back? What was the point of rubbing her back at this moment? It wasn't a good suggestion. Zhang Ziwen's eyes were filled with

lust . He showed her with his actions that it wasn't necessary. He lowered his head and accurately captured Tang Shu's soft lips,

wanting to savor this long-awaited fragrance.

Zhang Ziwen's passion ignited Tang Shu's own. A captivating moan escaped her throat. She

wouldn't refuse the tenderness of her beloved man; she responded, her pearly teeth parting slightly, her delicate lips revealing a hint of her rosy lips, accepting his moist heat.

Their tongues, smooth and slippery, intertwined, teasing each other with a suffocating passion. At the same time, her jade-like buttocks wrapped tightly around his

neck , her embrace both gentle and fiery. She loved his lips and tongue. In this moment, she

cast aside her reserve and shyness, releasing her boldness and passion to the man she loved. She didn't even avoid

the obvious bulge between his legs, caressing it. Her body writhed violently; she wanted to give him the most pleasurable experience,

while simultaneously striving for her own womanly happiness. The breathing of the couple in the bathtub became rapid…

Tang Shu's body was heating up. From the moment she entered his arms, she understood what he wanted.

His physical changes were too obvious; her womanly secrets had been touched, the sensations clear, making her heart pound.

Her shyness faded, replaced by desire—a desire for his most primal caresses. She was already aroused…

The indescribable pleasure of physical contact left the couple feeling empty. They needed to fill the void; they both

needed it now—the long-awaited intimacy, the other's unreserved love, the connection of body and soul.

Zhang Ziwen made a move. With a slight effort, his hands lifted her full, beautiful buttocks. This suggestive

action required Tang Shu's cooperation. Tang Shu's face was flushed, her eyes glazed. She was already intoxicated by the stimulating pleasure of

the caresses. Right now, she desperately needed it. Zhang Ziwen's suggestion was perfectly met with Tang Shu's cooperation. Her hands reached

down, and without the help of her soft little hands, Zhang Ziwen couldn't experience that intoxicating warmth.

A deep, resonant moan escaped Tang Shu's throat—the most beautiful moan in the world.

Zhang Ziwen felt his spine go numb, and at the same time, he felt that warm,

slippery sensation slowly engulfing his back. The warm water in the bathtub brought pressure, but also an indescribable sense of fullness, a wonderfully indescribable comfort.

Tang Shu's supple waist swayed gracefully, her movements alluring and captivating. Her breasts swayed unabashedly with each movement ,

tempting Zhang Ziwen to caress and savor them. Her posture perfectly guided her caresses.

The man and woman in the bathtub were intoxicated by the endless stimulation and pleasure, releasing their greatest passion. Their

bodies were tightly intertwined, merging together, their boundless love penetrating each other. Her moans, his

panting, and the splashing water in the bathtub mingled together, creating a harmonious and passionate ambiance that echoed throughout the bathroom

.

The winter sun warmed hearts, bathing the desolate land in its rare sunshine. The streets

were bustling with people, all enjoying the sunshine and strolling around. The flow

of cars and people vividly showcased the city's prosperity. Zhang Ziwen's top-of-the-line BMW was

among the north and south traffic, heading towards the independent company.

The phrase "luxury car and beautiful women" only seems fitting for Zhang Ziwen's car. In the passenger seat sat the gentle and

beautiful Bathed in love, her delicate face possessed an extraordinarily captivating charm, a breathtaking beauty.

This beautiful woman belonged to Zhang Ziwen, this lecherous man; he couldn't help but be happy. In the back

seat sat the stunningly beautiful He Li, who devoted herself entirely to him. With her, Zhang Ziwen

had pillar of support. She was his only sister in the world, a beautiful and moving sister

to whom he could unconditionally offer both familial and romantic love. With her, he received the warmest care and tenderness in the world,

though she occasionally caused him some physical pain, it didn't affect his happiness at all.

The other beauty in the back seat was someone Zhang Ziwen couldn't resist: An Yun, the little

woman . Even now, he still didn't know who her sister was. He had no choice but to shoulder the emotional burden, and he

had no choice but to accept her nagging. But he couldn't deny her beauty, especially her expressive, captivating eyes.

Sometimes, the occasional glimpse of tenderness she revealed could make Zhang Ziwen's heart flutter. A mesmerizing little vixen, even

Zhang Ziwen, accustomed to being surrounded by beauties, would occasionally lose himself in her expressive eyes.

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