The Hunter of the City (Complete) - Chapter 27

Chapter 172 Former Gangster Speechless

What is the most triumphant moment for a man? It's not about being rolling in money, owning luxury cars and mansions, or

reaching the pinnacle . Zhang Ziwen is triumphant right now. A man's success needs beautiful women to accentuate it. As he stepped out of his car

, surrounded by three top-tier beauties walking down the street, he felt countless gazes focused on him—

jealousy, envy, admiration, surprise. If these various gazes could kill, Zhang Ziwen

would have died a thousand times over. And this is the most triumphant moment for a man, because he is outstanding enough. Outstanding

men naturally have no shortage of beautiful women around them, and his success is fully

reflected . For this alone, he is proud enough, and triumphant enough.

Under the management of Tang Shu and Long San, the independent investment company is thriving. The goldmine of commercial advertising is no longer enough

for the company; the two elite investment advisors' initial forays into securities trading have already demonstrated

their value. However, they are not content with this modest success. These two investment advisors, Yang Zhen and

He Jin, faithfully execute Zhang Ziwen's plan from before his recovery.

According to Zhang Ziwen's initial concept, after successfully bidding for advertising slots, his two other financially

independent companies, Creative Advertising and Longteng Shares, could be brought under the independent company's umbrella. Externally, this would be announced

as an acquisition, merging to form an independent multinational investment group. These two small companies have already

gained some recognition in China, and this acquisition announcement serves as a way to build momentum for the future new group. The acquisition plan is currently

in its final stages, awaiting only the completion and submission of company documents.

Zhang Ziwen's subsequent plan is to list the independent group. To facilitate this, the independent company has been

systematically operating its projects according to the pre-set plan, and the two investment advisors have already prepared a

detailed plan.

Under the influence of the domestic Golden Week holiday, the tourism industry has now become a major driver of economic development.

Many super-investors were eager to get a piece of the pie, and two investment advisors had their eyes on this lucrative opportunity. A

large-scale tourism project plan was already on Zhang Ziwen's desk: Longkou. Nestled by water, the area boasts forests,

waterfalls , and springs—a truly picturesque landscape. Even better, it has dozens of natural hot springs, making it a uniquely advantageous

tourism resource. Longkou is less than 100 kilometers from Zhonghai City, but due to poor local government management, its tourism industry has remained

underdeveloped . However, it's undeniable that it's an ideal investment project. The two investment advisors

, with their keen insight, conducted numerous on-site inspections and careful analysis, and were very optimistic about the prospects of Longkou's tourism project.

Now, their independent company has ample funds, and establishing a large-scale comprehensive tourism center there shouldn't be a problem. They could then

eliminate the smaller, miscellaneous development companies, giving the company a monopoly. At that time, this tangible project would not only provide an excellent platform for

listing but also bring substantial profits to the company.

Zhang Ziwen, Tang Shu, and Long San carefully studied the project, and the three of them, in perfect agreement, immediately decided to proceed with

it. Long San handled public relations with the local government, He Li controlled the flow of funds, Tang Shu spearheaded

the the two investment advisors provided assistance. As for dealing with higher-ups

, Zhang Ziwen took the lead. Longkou was Zhonghai's territory, and with Mayor Wu's protection, things would be much easier, at least

eliminating those shady companies wouldn't be so troublesome.

Zhang Ziwen's first meeting back in Zhonghai ended quickly. Yang Zhen and He Jin, who submitted the plan, were

extremely excited, finding it very efficient to work with Zhang Ziwen. This plan was the culmination of their hard work;

they had been quite uncertain when they first submitted it, as implementing such a large-scale project required not only a staggering investment but also navigated the

complex environment. Unexpectedly, it was approved in just one hour, with not

a single word changed. Zhang Ziwen's praise for them was secondary; his attitude towards his subordinates truly

impressed them. From Zhang Ziwen's work style, they could see that this young CEO possessed extraordinary courage,

and his independent company was destined for great success.

As everyone left the conference room, Zhang Ziwen called Long San back and asked Tang Shu to inform Long Wu

to come to the chairman's office. With business over, he now needed to deal with his own troubles. Zhang Ziwen wanted to make things look good

, and with these two guys helping him, things would be much easier.

Inside Zhang Ziwen's luxurious office, after Long San and Long Wu took their seats, Zhang Ziwen personally poured tea for them.

This unconscious gesture deeply moved the two brothers, especially Long San. Not only had

Zhang Ziwen saved his life when they were besieged, but he had also not only cleaned up his personal assets but also provided him with shares in an independent company,

making him overseas Chinese investor in a foreign-invested enterprise. To handle the aftermath of the Black Dragon Society, Zhang Ziwen invested a large sum of money to

establish several large entertainment centers. These entertainment companies were in the Black Dragon Society's forte, and key

members of the Black Dragon Society were all given shares. Apart from the brothers who took the blame, the former Black Dragon Society members who followed him for a living

were all properly arranged. All of this was under the control of the independent company. In return, the Black Dragon Society also

brought considerable wealth to the independent company. Moreover, with Zhang Ziwen's covert support, the former Black Dragon Society's business potential was still

very promising . In retrospect, Zhang Ziwen's risky move to dismantle the Black Dragon Society had truly been the right one.

After the two former gangsters took a sip of tea, Zhang Ziwen said with a smile, "Third Brother, Fifth Brother, I called you two

here today because I need you to do two things for me." Zhang Ziwen didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

"Brother, just say what it is. Fifth Brother and I will definitely take care of it for you." This "Third Brother" made Long San

feel extremely pleased. Let alone two things, even ten or eight wouldn't be a problem.

"Hehe..." Zhang Ziwen chuckled. Even though Long San had become the CEO of a foreign company, he still had

the temperament of a gangster. "Third Brother, after you go downstairs, go find Han Changhe. You should also find something for this district chief to do."

"Hehe, no problem. That guy is now clinging to us like glue. Longteng Company has shares in him now, and he's even more enthusiastic

about doing things than before. He often asks me if I need any help." Long San couldn't

help but laugh at the thought of Han Changhe's obsequious manner.

Hearing Long San say this, Zhang Ziwen was amused. He was starting to like Han Changhe. This guy knew how to play the game. Understanding

the principle that power unused expires, this guy had a keen sense of smell and knew he'd latched onto a powerful figure.

"That's good. Go tell Han Changhe to find a way to acquire a plot of land in Jiangbei. I'm planning to

build an office building for the Independent Group. We should also dabble in real estate. Like I said, once the real estate company is established..."

"Give him shares as usual." Zhang Ziwen knew the principle that a generous reward would surely attract brave men.

"Hehe, good brother, you've made one big move after another as soon as you got back. No problem, I'll make an appointment with Lao

Han later. With him handling things, getting a piece of land won't be a problem, hehe... Gao Real Estate, that guy's eyes are

sharp enough." Long San now had to admire Zhang Ziwen's generosity. Working with him,

it was impossible not to feel his blood boiling.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said to Long Wu, "Lao Wu, tonight you gather about a hundred brothers at Da Fu Hao.

You can book a dozen tables of food and drinks first, treat everyone to some drinks, and then I need these brothers to help me."

Long Wu said with a smile, "Brother Wen, what's up? Just say you need help. Knowing it's your Brother Wen

's business, the brothers will come running. Why drink?"

"We have to drink, and not only that, but we also have to give red envelopes afterwards, hehe." "Zhang Ziwen isn't stingy when asking for favors

.

" "You need a red envelope? Brother Wen, what's the matter?" Long Wu looked at Zhang Ziwen's smiling face; it didn't seem like

anything serious.

"Nothing much, just asking the brothers to come with me to snatch a bride." Zhang Ziwen's smile widened.

"Snatch a bride?" Long Wu was greatly surprised, and even Long San found it unbelievable. These two had seen plenty of murder and arson

, but this was the first time he'd heard of snatching a bride, especially coming from this seemingly refined Zhang Ziwen.

"Why such a big reaction? It's just snatching a bride, you can call it snatching a woman, hehe." Zhang Ziwen looked at

their expressions, secretly delighted. This was amusing. For Mu Qing's sake, Zhang Ziwen wouldn't

be doing Fan Lihua a disservice if he didn't make a scene.

"......This......Whose girl are we snatching?" Long Wu and Long San almost mistook

Zhang Ziwen for a local tyrant, but they were astonished to find he also enjoyed this kind of thing. It seemed like

something from the old society was happening in the 21st century.

"Robbing a beauty! We'll do it at the wedding tomorrow! Didn't you read the newspaper? Draw the papers from a couple of days ago, it's about

Fan Lihua and Mu Qing's wedding. We're going to rob Mu Qing tomorrow, hehe." Zhang Ziwen said, realizing

how absurd it sounded.

"Hehe, that girl named Mu Qing is the one Brother Wen has his eye on, right? No problem, I guarantee I'll

snatch the bride tomorrow." Long Wu laughed, it had been a long time since he'd done anything exciting, robbing a beauty was thrilling. "

You're so disrespectful! What 'that girl'? You'll have to call her 'sister-in-law' from now on." Long San chimed in.

"No, no, don't talk nonsense, it'll be bad if Xiao Shu hears." Hearing their banter, he felt a headache coming on.

What should he do after winning that girl back? It was a real headache.

The Long brothers, Long San and Long Wu, immediately shut their mouths when Zhang Ziwen mentioned Tang Shu. They greatly

respected and considered her Zhang Ziwen's future wife. But now he was talking about taking another woman; how could he explain this to Tang Shu

? They couldn't abandon her. Tang Shu was a rare and wonderful woman—capable and gentle,

hard to find even with a lantern. While Zhang Ziwen was recuperating in America, Tang Shu had been in charge. The two brothers

genuinely admired , and coupled with her gentle beauty, they would definitely fight him if Zhang Ziwen said he was abandoning her.

Zhang Ziwen, sensing their thoughts, said somewhat awkwardly, "…Xiao Shu

knows about this too. Mu Qing has a good relationship with her. There's a reason for this; it's mainly to prevent the guy surnamed Fan from getting Mu

Qing. Don't get the wrong idea."

Zhang Ziwen then briefly explained the whole story, omitting his relationship with Mu Qing and

focusing on describing Fan Lihua and Liu Zhan's schemes. Their objective was simply

to prevent Fan Lihua from seizing control of the Xin'ao Group. "

I see," the two brothers breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Tang Shu knew about this, things were much easier.

Forget about stealing the bride; they could probably even kill Fan Lihua without batting an eye. These two brothers were experts in

murder and arson, and both were very familiar with Mu Qing. Enraged, Long Wu thought Fan Lihua was utterly blind,

capable of forcing a marriage.

The matter was settled: that evening, Zhang Ziwen would draft the wedding-crashing plan at the Grand Fortune Restaurant.

Long Wu, primarily responsible for coordinating the manpower, felt incredibly honored. Destroying a shameless forced marriage and rescuing an innocent beauty—he

was on the side of justice! Remembering his past experiences as a hero in the underworld, Long Wu's joy

was palpable. Long San, however, was deeply disappointed, regretting having to help Han Da Pangzi with this heroic rescue.

They barely

After a busy day at the company, dusk had fallen. The city's dazzling lights

blazed on in a short time, illuminating the entire city of Zhonghai with vibrant colors, making it exceptionally beautiful.

After dropping the three beauties off at home, Zhang Ziwen drove off alone in his BMW. Seeing the slight dissatisfaction on their

faces , Zhang Ziwen could only express his regret as he had dinner with them. Tonight, there's

no . I still have to have dinner with some former gangsters...

The Grand Hotel, its decor still a tacky, over-the-top red and green, is

a hub for Zhonghai City's underworld. It only caters to gangsters and corrupt officials; ordinary people aren't even qualified to enter this vulgar

place. For someone like Zhang Ziwen, a respectable individual, to enter is an anomaly, and he's treated with great respect. From

the moment he entered, numerous burly men nodded and greeted him, all addressing him respectfully as "Brother Wen."

Zhang Ziwen didn't recognize any of the people greeting him, but judging from Long Wu's expression, he guessed they had

been given prior notice. They were being polite to Zhang Ziwen, but it seemed Zhang Ziwen had a considerable reputation in the underworld; their eyes

were sincere, showing respect. Calling him "Brother Wen" wasn't unjustified; after all, Zhang Ziwen was a "super terrorist" condemned by heads of state

from various countries , so he couldn't be entirely innocent...

Chapter 173 The Number One Fool is Unhappy and Speechless.

As Zhang Ziwen followed Long Wu into the large restaurant, wow, it was packed with people. It seemed Long Wu

was making a big show of his first good deed. Zhang Ziwen glanced around and saw at least 200 people, all dressed in

identical black suits and ties, looking quite energetic. Upon seeing Zhang Ziwen

and Long Wu enter, these men in suits all stood up in unison and bowed respectfully, their movements remarkably synchronized.

"Brother Wen—" 200 The voices of the men came out simultaneously, their imposing presence sending shivers down Zhang Ziwen's spine.

At the same time, his blood boiled at the force of the shouts. Zhang Ziwen exhaled a breath of hot air, thinking, "Damn, that's powerful."

Zhang Ziwen was somewhat moved, for he saw a burning passion in the eyes of these men in suits—gratitude,

respect, and sincerity. Their gazes were genuine, and Zhang Ziwen sensed it. At the same time, he felt

he had done the right thing by clearing his name of the Black Dragon Society. These men weren't born gangsters, nor were they born thugs

; they too longed for a normal life. But joining the underworld is easy, leaving it is difficult—this is the true

picture of those in the criminal underworld. The old saying, "A man in the underworld is

not his own master," was deeply ingrained in their minds. Clearing their names was a pipe dream for them; everyone believed they would live a life of uncertainty,

preparing for prison. They were decadent, depraved, and promiscuous, living for the moment, taking it one day at a time.

What ordinary people considered sin meant nothing to them; it was their profession. Retirement was provided by the government, and

prison was their place of old age. They all believed this was their fate. Even if they wanted to escape the mire,

fate wouldn't give them a chance. The century-old gang had far too many criminal records; a significant number of members came from families

with three generations involved in organized crime. Long San and Long Wu shared this view, but they could only imagine it. The criminal activities that sustained the

gang 's economy continued unabated; they couldn't stop, and they sank deeper and deeper into the mire.

During that time, gang members had already heard rumors of the government's determination to eradicate organized crime. The older generation could only endure it

, while the younger generation indulged in their criminal lives even more recklessly, using their arrogant and domineering behavior to mask their

deep-seated fear. They could only use this method to await the coming storm; they were

prepared to go to prison.

When high-ranking members of the Black Dragon Society learned from Long San that someone could help them, they all thought it was a fairy tale. The

idea of clearing their names was just a beautiful fantasy; no one believed it. Surrendering to the government was certainly not

something these hardliners were willing to do. However, at the insistence of Long San and his trusted confidants, high-level meetings of the Black Dragon Society continued for several days.

Cases of cigarettes were piled up, and the meeting rooms became a sea of smoke. The arguments were fierce, the atmosphere

tense. Both sides had a simple goal: to find a way out for their brothers and to preserve the lifeblood of the century-old gang. Their

starting point was the survival of the Black Dragon Society, only this time it was being conducted in a subversive way. Some

high-ranking members, accustomed to confronting the government, didn't believe Long San's proposal. Surrendering to the government? Naive.

As Zhang Ziwen's plan, which he handed over to Long San, gradually took shape, and as various arrangements for the aftermath were laid out on the table for these veteran

underworld members, its feasibility became increasingly clear. Information about a lenient approach from the government reached the Black Dragon

Society headquarters at the opportune moment. This presented an opportunity to resolve the deep-seated problems once and for all. Some high-ranking members with an emotional attachment to the Black

Dragon Society were shaken. The surrender was merely a pretext; the century-old gang would not collapse, and the Black Dragon Society's foundation remained solid. However, this would lead the Black Dragon Society down a different path, closing its dirty underground businesses and maintaining its economic resources through legal means. Zhang Ziwen's 500 million yuan support for the Black Dragon Society's legitimate operations was something its supporters could not refuse. The plan was to destroy an evil force and replace it with a new, commercially viable one. Gang members would still fulfill their roles, with money and powerful backers. Faced with the gradually unfolding, complete plan, the disputes ended. The meeting ultimately passed it unanimously. Especially among high-ranking members whose children were also gang members, many older members were willing to take the blame to ensure their children's future. The traditional gang loyalty and kinship were fully displayed at that moment. With the successful conclusion of the government's "Thunderbolt Plan," everything proceeded smoothly according to Zhang Ziwen's plan. From underground to above ground, large-scale legal entertainment centers, leisure centers, teahouses, and restaurants sprang up overnight like mushrooms after rain . These were the Black Dragon Society's new industries, and gang members gained new identities. However, the other major gangs that barely survived under "Thunderbolt Plan" still don't understand why the Black Dragon Society's power after its elimination is many times stronger than before. These old gang leaders will probably never understand, because they didn't have Zhang Ziwen, a super-rich investor , to inject massive amounts of money into them, nor did they have government officials orchestrating their games of cat and mouse. They can only continue their uncertain lives, continuing their dark underground existence... Many wanted to toast their idol, Brother Wen, but tonight wasn't a drinking contest; they had to drink in moderation. If Long Wu hadn't given the warning beforehand, they probably would have already gotten Zhang Ziwen drunk. Zhang Ziwen noticed the enthusiasm of these tough men. He stood up, raised his glass, and everyone in the hall stood up in unison, raising their glasses. They knew Brother Wen was going to toast them. Zhang Ziwen looked around at the sea of people and said loudly, "Today... I'm very grateful to all the brothers for your help. I have nothing to say, my gratitude is expressed in this drink. Cheers!" Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ziwen tossed back his glass and downed it. "Cheers!" the crowd roared in agreement, all drinking their own glasses. "Come on, brothers, three more glasses! Three glasses represent our gratitude! Cheers!" Zhang Ziwen raised his glass repeatedly, downing three glasses in an instant, displaying his unrestrained and heroic spirit. "Cheers!" everyone shouted in unison, without any unnecessary words. The glasses were emptied, and when Brother Wen offered a toast, it was no joke – dozens of glasses would have been downed in no time. After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the hall instantly became lively, everyone's spirits soaring, but they all restrained their impulses and didn't return the toast to Zhang Ziwen. Because tonight wasn't the time for drinking; Brother Wen's woman was more important. This banquet tonight saw no drinking games, no unrestrained behavior, which greatly changed Zhang Ziwen's impression of these former gangsters. Who said gangsters lacked organization and discipline? Everyone respected Zhang Ziwen and consciously restrained their gangster behavior. They all remembered what Zhang Ziwen had told Long San: to return to being honest, one must act like an honest person. Long San and Long Wu resolutely carried out Zhang Ziwen's words. With etiquette instructors and uniforms provided, their speech and behavior were regulated according to the standards of a large company . After more than two months of intensive training, these former gang members had truly undergone a transformation. Their江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the underworld or gangster world) habits had faded considerably. Moreover, these former gang members had become accustomed to their current respectable lifestyle, because their attire and legitimate professions earned them genuine respect from those around them. This was something that fighting and thuggery could not buy. These people were all grateful to Zhang Ziwen for the new life he had given them. Zhang Ziwen himself was unaware of how high his status had become in their eyes. His imposing image in single-handedly challenging the Black Dragon Society, his act of saving a century-old gang, and his heroic deeds...

His extravagant spending, coupled with recent rumors, made him virtually invincible in their eyes.

Zhang Ziwen was unaware that news reports about him had been dominating headlines, newspapers, and

magazines. His heroic act of rescuing a damsel in distress after hitting a car bomb, saving over 300 innocent lives during a hijacking, and even the

resurfacing of old bank-related incidents—each of these events was sensational, a major topic of conversation among these

people . These heroic deeds earned their utmost admiration.

Fortunately, Zhang Ziwen was naturally unassuming and low-key. He had also made arrangements with high-ranking government officials while in the hospital

, agreeing to meet with citizen representatives at most, refusing any media interviews, and forbidding any photography. He didn't want this

to disrupt his daily life. Zhang Ziwen was unaware of many things. He was a highly sought-after figure in the eyes of these high-ranking officials , and Tang Ying, behind him, had subtly elevated his status to an international level, thanks to the deliberate favor of

government officials.

These media outlets dared not easily harass Zhang Ziwen, because no

media in the country dared to disobey the government, let alone publish his handsome photos. Otherwise,

Zhang Ziwen they could scare him to death. It was just that Zhang Ziwen, this seemingly low-key and

clueless fellow, was unaware of this.

Thus, Zhang Ziwen became the most mysterious figure in Zhonghai City that year, and also the most romantic

hero . Three earth-shattering events were all related to beautiful women: the bank incident involved the famous actress Song Lin; the car bomb incident involved the mysterious

beauty Tang Ying; and the hijacking incident involved the beautiful flight attendant An Yun, especially the legendary romance of embracing the flight attendant in death. Each

major event involved a beautiful woman, and these seemingly romantic escapades were embellished and spread by the citizens, making everyone aware of his

womanizing ways. Unfortunately, the seemingly low-key Zhang Ziwen knew nothing of this—the consequence of not reading newspapers and magazines.

He was still pursuing even more extravagant plans, and now, he couldn't

escape the label of womanizer.

Zhang Ziwen was unaware of his own high status. Having only returned to Zhonghai City two days prior, he was still quite out of touch with the world. The women

around hadn't had a chance to discuss this with him, so he still considered himself just an

ordinary businessman. He also believed Fan Lihua held a high position in Zhonghai City and that the security for Fan's

wedding would be far more stringent. He, on the other hand, was already a prominent figure, and personally handling things would be too high

-profile. Having a former gangster handle things was a better option, avoiding any conflict with the security guards. This naive

thinking and muddled lifestyle created his seemingly low-key demeanor; he was

undoubtedly .

Zhang Ziwen always preferred to do things according to plan. The military's training seemed to have deeply influenced him, even in his habit of kidnapping

women . After a drinking session, Zhang Ziwen and Long Wu, along with more than ten key members

, entered a large private room to plot the next day's bride-kidnapping plan. Soon, all the details became clear through Zhang Ziwen's narration:

time, place, route, and the control process were all explained in detail. The meeting on the bride-kidnapping plan ended in less than an

hour, leaving the rest to the key members to arrange.

The bright moon hung high in the night sky, its gentle silver light softly bathing the earth, peaceful and serene. But this seemingly gentle

night offered no peace to the large group. Tonight was destined to be anything but tranquil.

An hour after the meeting ended, everyone was nervously and excitedly preparing. Some were excitedly preparing to

welcome the bride, while others were excitedly preparing for the kidnapping. In short, everyone was tense and excited.

Inside the luxurious villa complex of HSBC Garden, in one of the grand villas, lived Mu Qing's parents. Mu

Qing was also staying in this villa tonight, waiting for Fan Lihua's wedding procession at her parents' home. At that moment,

more than ten Mercedes-Benz cars drove into HSBC Garden under the cover of night and parked neatly along the passageway outside the villa. Many other luxury cars were already parked

there ; this was likely Mu Qing's family's wedding procession.

No security guards questioned the extra ten-odd Mercedes-Benzes, as Mu Qing had given prior notice. The people inside

would be monitoring the villa from all angles that night. It was obvious that these imposters were Zhang Ziwen

's men. From this moment on, Mu Qing would never escape Zhang Ziwen's notice; this little vixen would have

no chance of escaping his grasp.

In a spacious bedroom of a luxurious villa, Mu Qing lay quietly against the headboard. She couldn't sleep; her

heart hadn't been at peace since Zhang Ziwen left her the previous night. For the past two days, she'd been in a state of excitement. Tomorrow, her beloved

man would come to rescue her. How would he appear? She couldn't guess. She only knew that the scoundrel from the past

would definitely show up. She believed his promise; she accepted his suggestion that the wedding proceed as planned.

His reasoning was simple: he wanted Fan Lihua to remember that moment, he wanted Fan Lihua to pay the price,

and the best time to strike at Fan Lihua was at the wedding, because there would be enough guests and enough reporters...

Mu Qing felt a surge of pride at her gamble, a do-or-die situation. She had staked her entire life's happiness on it.

She sensed that Zhang Ziwen wouldn't let her fall into this trap. She was certain of his sentimental nature; her goal

was simply to force Zhang Ziwen to show his true feelings. However, she hadn't expected the odds of this gamble to be so ridiculously high, so high

that she was almost fainting with happiness. ...

Chapter 174 Too Many Heroes, Unhappy and Speechless.

Mu Qing's beautiful face wore a sweet smile. She cursed her brother inwardly, thinking of

how cautious he had been when he asked for her opinion, as if afraid of upsetting her. The thought made her chuckle.

He actually asked if she was inconvenient to show her face in public, and he said he would think of other ways. He said

he planned to take her away in front of everyone! Good heavens, a little embarrassing! How could she not

be inconvenienced by such a good thing? It was too convenient! But what exactly was this jerk up to?

Mu Qing blushed and excitedly guessed. She wasn't afraid of being taken away in front of everyone; she

absolutely didn't care about saving face. On the contrary, the bigger the commotion he made, the more excited she became. This was exactly what she wanted

. She wanted everyone in Zhonghai City to know that it was this jerk who took her away. What did

face ? She was willing to be taken away by that jerk in front of all the citizens of Zhonghai. When that time came, hehe…

…let's see if you'd dare abandon me then! Hmph, you dare not refuse a woman who ruins a marriage and takes someone away? Let's make a big scene

, the bigger the better, Mu Qing thought smugly, her face flushed…

Unfortunately, Zhang Ziwen couldn't fathom her thoughts. If he knew his plans had backfired and Mu Qing had outmaneuvered him

, one wonders what he would think. Given his personality, he'd probably just sigh, "Oh, what a tormenting little devil..."

Dawn gradually broke, and the rare winter sun slowly rose, dispelling the chill of the night.

Warm sunlight illuminated every corner of the city, which, as always, began to bustle. But

today a certain part of the city would be even more noisy and lively. Most Zhonghai residents had learned from the newspapers

that a wealthy heiress would be getting married today. Rumor had it that the groom would be the new chairman of a listed company. The

wedding was a lavish affair, a gathering place for luxury cars and celebrities, and even high-ranking Zhonghai

officials had received invitations to this extravagant wedding. With the media's continuous and clever publicity over the past few days,

citizens can imagine the grand occasion of today's wedding. Everyone can feel that this luxurious and grand wedding will

add a touch of joy to this bleak winter day...

At exactly 8 o'clock, a black Audi wedding procession consisting of 99 cars slowly stopped outside HSBC Garden.

The procession stretched out in a row, and the cars parked along the entire street seemed to have no end in sight, which was quite a sight. A long

Lincoln followed by four BMW 7 Series cars drove directly into HSBC Garden, next to the HSBC Garden villas. A

large group of media reporters were already in position. The car door opened, and under a barrage of flashing lights, the groom, Fan Lihua

, stepped out in a white suit, holding a large bouquet of flowers. His best man was none other than Liu Zhan. To outsiders

, business competition didn't affect personal friendships. Even if the Liu Group wanted to acquire the Xin'ao Group,

it wouldn't affect Liu Zhan serving as Fan Lihua's best man. Besides, Fan Lihua was now confident of victory; what did it matter if others suspected him

of colluding with the Liu Group?

Today, Fan Lihua was undeniably handsome and dashing. His elegant demeanor and striking

good looks drew a flurry of flashing cameras and admiring glances from those around him. His hair

was slicked back and polished. A smug smile graced his face, and he nodded to the reporters snapping photos.

He was the protagonist of the wedding, the groom the center of attention, and indeed, he deserved to be proud.

The wedding procession went surprisingly smoothly. There were no obstructions demanding red envelopes, no unnecessary formalities, and even

the tea ceremony to the bride's parents was skipped. However, Fan Lihua wasn't annoyed at all, because all

the ceremonies .

Accompanied by her bridesmaid Yang Qian, Mu Qing sat quietly on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. The bride was stunningly beautiful today. Her long,

black hair was styled in a high bun, and her naturally beautiful face needed no makeup. Her gorgeous white wedding dress

accentuated her exquisite figure. It's said that the bride is the most beautiful woman in the world, and this was

certainly true for Mu Qing. Her beauty was breathtaking, and her slightly shy yet expectant expression fueled Fan Lihua's

fantasies . So she had been hoping for him to marry her all along. "Hehe, little beauty, today you are my woman.

Hehe, you'll have a good life from now on," Fan Lihua thought with a smug grin. He already had countless

ways to toy with her, and tonight's wedding night would let her have her fill.

A white Lincoln slowly drove out of HSBC Garden. The streets outside were packed with onlookers, who

cheered as soon as the RV appeared. It was incredibly stylish, and the convoy's imposing presence was eye-catching. However,

the BMW that had accompanied them the first time had been cleverly moved to the back, flanked by black Mercedes-Benzes arranged by Zhang Ziwen. From now on

, Mu Qing was under Zhang Ziwen's absolute protection, and there was no fear that the convoy would take her elsewhere...

The enormous wedding procession formed a long line, and the wedding party proceeded in a grand procession. The convoy stretched as far

as the eye could see, with BMWs, Mercedes-Benzes, and Audis. All the emergency lights were on, flashing

rhythmically creating a spectacular sight. According to custom, the wedding route would circle the city center before reaching the venue.

Wherever the massive convoy passed, thousands of people watched, as no one in Zhonghai City seemed to have such a grand display. Traffic police directed the convoy

along , ensuring an extremely smooth journey.

"Hero Number 1, Hero Number 1, the beauty has left Huijia District, the beauty has left Huijia District!"

A walkie-talkie call came from a van parked at the intersection of Huijia District.

"Number 1 understands, Number 1 understands, caught up with the beauty, caught up with the beauty." A Mercedes quietly

glided into the convoy and quickly joined the escort of the white Lincoln.

"Hero Number 2, Hero Number 2, the beauty has passed the Xijing Road intersection, the beauty has passed the Xijing Road intersection."

"Number 2 understands, Number 2 understands, caught up with the beauty, caught up with the beauty." Another Mercedes cut into

the convoy.

Calls continued along the way, and more and more vehicles joined, making the convoy increasingly large and spectacular.

All the following vehicles blocked the wedding procession, and the state of the massive convoy was subtly changing.

Gradually . With the Mercedes vehicles deliberately blocking the way, the distance between the Audi convoy and the wedding cars increased, and

the Mercedes almost completely dominated the area. All the Audis, BMWs, and wedding cars were getting further and further away. This change was

only noticed by Mu Qing in the RV; everyone else was still unaware. Fan Lihua and Liu Zhan could only see the tracking

car shifting its position, seemingly searching for the best angle to shoot. At this moment, the two were probably still smugly

pleased with how impressive their large convoy was…

“Hero No. 25, Hero No. 25, the beauty will enter the venue in 5 minutes, the beauty will enter

the venue .”

“No. 25 understands, No. 25 understands.” Already in position, already in position. "

Information was rapidly transmitted along the way. The heroes of the wedding-kidnapping team were on their way to their respective locations. Meanwhile, Zhang Ziwen

was in a luxurious private room in the center of the venue, chatting and drinking tea with Long Wu. A monitor on the table displayed the convoy's route

. From the moment Fan Lihua got out of the car at Huifeng Garden, everything had been under their control.

No changes along the way had escaped the eyes of the two wedding-kidnapping leaders. So far, the plan had been

proceeding smoothly. Upon hearing that the convoy was about to enter the venue, the two leaders exchanged a knowing smile,

both thinking, 'The show is about to begin.'

At the Tianma International Convention Center, colorful flags fluttered in the square. Huge, colorful hot air balloons floated in the wind, creating a

festive atmosphere. Many luxury cars were already parked in the square, and some gentry and socialites had arrived one after another

. Many hostesses were waiting at the entrance. Each arriving guest was led by a hostess to the main hall for a short

rest. The entire wedding arrangement was extremely meticulous. Today, the main banquet hall was already..."

Fan Lihua had booked the entire event. He'd really gone all out for his wedding to Mu Qing. For the future

chairman of a listed group, such a major event as his wedding was all about saving face; what was a few million compared to that?

The convoy slowly drove into the square. As they entered the entrance passage, Liu Zhan, sitting in the front row, noticed

over twenty burly men in black suits and headsets standing there. They looked quite imposing.

He remarked , "Mr. Fan, it seems you've done a good job with the security this time."

"Hehe, of course," Fan Lihua chuckled, "There are many important people attending today. Security wouldn't be good without it. I'm afraid it'll be the same for your wedding in the future,

Mr. Liu ." Fan Lihua, while pleased with himself, didn't forget to flatter Liu Zhan.

Liu Zhan liked this compliment and chuckled, thinking to himself that his security detail was at least

twice as large as this guy's.

While the two were talking inside the car, the white RV and the escorting Mercedes slowly passed through the entrance passage of the square.

As the last Mercedes, which was moving rather slowly, passed by, the men in black behind quickly pulled up the roadblock and signaled

all the groom's family members in the Audi and BMW behind to get out of their cars. After the family members passed through, the men who appeared to be security personnel

stopped them all and detained them on the side of the road under the pretext of security and the difference between inside and outside. All the wedding cars were

directed to park on the side of the road.

After a flurry of activity, the burly man in the suit, who was leading the wedding-kissing team, used his headset to report to the members inside: "Hero

0, Hero 0, this is number 25, this is number 25, the beauty has entered, the beauty has entered, the trash

has been cleared, the trash has been cleared, over."

"Number 0 understands, number 0 understands, please maintain martial law, please maintain martial law."

"Number 25 received, number 25 received, maintaining martial law, maintaining martial law, over."

The burly man in the suit breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the call. Working with Brother Wen was so efficient; the communication was top-notch, each

position had a code name, making calls convenient and clear, everyone had their own duties, and everything was done according to plan. The plan was

perfectly designed, and it didn't require much movement at all, unlike before when they would just

rush in with weapons, with no organization or discipline whatsoever.

The Lincoln limousine came to a smooth stop at the bottom of the steps. Surrounded by the media,

several burly men in black suits quickly came down the steps to greet them. They politely opened the door for Fan Lihua and Liu Zhan and formed a

protective circle to shield them from the media's barrage of questions. Fan Lihua and Liu Zhan, who stepped out of the car, felt that these security personnel

were unprofessional. Little did they know that their real

security was accompanied by two burly men in black suits. They were completely under control and dared not move an inch

.

Surrounded by several burly men in black suits, the bride and groom stepped onto the red carpet of the banquet hall. The wedding

sonata began to play the moment the couple entered. The aisle was lined with guests, who erupted

in applause and cheers upon seeing the newlyweds. At the same time, flower petals rained down from the ceiling, creating a shower of blossoms.

Wherever the couple passed, confetti cannons, which the guests had been given beforehand, popped and exploded, sending ribbons flying and white

foam spraying at the newlyweds. Mu Qing was hit quite a bit. The atmosphere in the banquet hall was at its peak,

a chaotic yet joyous mix, the hall a sea of jubilation...

When the newlyweds stepped onto the stage, Liu Zhan and Yang Qian's bridesmaid duties seemed to be complete. Two

burly men in black suits rudely blocked the couple from entering the hall, while four others followed closely behind

, diligently carrying out their security duties.

The newlyweds were already seated on the flower-decorated stage. Mu Qing's beautiful eyes scanned

the crowd below, desperately hoping to see Zhang Ziwen. But she was disappointed; she couldn't find him. "You rascal,

the wedding's about to start, where are you?" Mu Qing felt a slight pang of anxiety. Little did she know, the "rascal"

she was currently urinating in the bathroom.

The guests gradually quieted down. A ceremonial emcee, in a formal suit, took to the stage

with a microphone and announced,

"Mr. Fan Lihua, Ms. Mu Qing's wedding now begins!"

Amidst applause, a series of names were called out by the emcee. The stage was already filled with parents from both sides

. Once everyone was seated, the emcee began the first part of the wedding ceremony.

The emcee, with a smile, announced loudly, "First, we will register this couple on the spot, so that they may

officially become a legally married couple in the presence of all the guests. Please welcome Mr. Liu Jialiang, Director of the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Amidst cheerful music, a bespectacled, plump middle-aged man

walked from one side of the stage to the long table placed in the center…

Chapter 175: Hero's Entrance, Unhappy and Speechless.

On the long table on the stage were the couple's ID cards, household registration books, and other relevant documents,

as well as the registration certificate and large red seal prepared by the Civil Affairs Bureau. They awaited the Director of the Civil Affairs Bureau to verify

the documents before proceeding with the visa application. However, the fact that the Director of the Civil Affairs Bureau personally verified their identities was quite remarkable. Despite repeated

national or seeking special treatment, there are always exceptions. For the sake of the country's

apparent economic development, supporting the local economy, and giving face to the future chairman of a large listed company, the Director of the Civil Affairs Bureau's

on-site verification was understandable.

The portly bureau chief pretended to look around, then took the microphone from the emcee and said to the newlyweds, "Congratulations,

Mr. Fan Lihua and Ms. Mu Qing! Your paperwork is completely in accordance with the law. Please sign the marriage registration form. After signing,

you will officially become a legally protected couple."

"Please welcome Mr. Fan Lihua and Ms. Mu Qing to complete the signing ceremony," the emcee announced loudly with an encouraging tone

.

As soon as the emcee finished speaking, the guests below cheered. Today was a special day, and some guests abandoned

their reserve , joining in the fun by shouting, "Sign! Sign!" The voices rose and fell, and the music melody became rousing and

uplifting, instantly making the entire hall boil over with excitement.

Fan Lihua smiled broadly, smiled at Mu Qing beside him, and gestured for her to sign with him. Urged on by the crowd

below reluctantly followed Fan Lihua to the table. She was starting to panic, her beautiful eyes

showing anxiety. What time was it? Why hadn't that jerk come out yet? " Please come out, I beg you,"

Mu Qing pleaded anxiously in her heart...

Fan Lihua picked up the pen on the table, quickly signed his name, and handed the pen to Mu Qing.

Smiling broadly, Fan Lihua said, "Xiaoqing, it's your turn. Sign this and we'll be officially husband and wife." His smile was almost radiant,

giving the impression that a piece of meat was already within reach.

Mu Qing held the pen, her hand trembling slightly. She was both anxious and afraid. Zhang Ziwen hadn't appeared yet,

and she couldn't help but feel flustered. She regretted accepting Zhang Ziwen's suggestion. Right now, she

was truly under everyone's watchful eyes, just as Zhang Ziwen had said, hearing only the guests urging her to "sign." What a terrible idea, a terrible

idea that had ruined her life! Mu Qing was almost in tears.

A boy and a girl, each holding a tray with a ring, were already standing on one side of the stage, waiting for her to sign before the ring exchange ceremony.

"Xiaoqing, sign it!" Fan Lihua urged, seeing Mu Qing holding the pen without moving.

"Throw away your pen! Throw away the pen in your hand! That Fan guy doesn't deserve to marry you! Throw away the pen!" A

voice echoed in the hall, loud, clear, and powerful, heard by everyone present. Was

someone sabotaging the wedding? This sudden noise silenced the entire hall. Everyone was searching for the source of the disruptive

noise.

"That bastard! That bastard is here!" Mu Qing thought with overjoyed. She looked down at the stage, searching for the voice that would save her,

searching for the figure of her beloved man. Her beautiful eyes were already moist. The bastard who had been driving her crazy had finally appeared.

A commotion erupted in the hall. A group of people appeared at the entrance, many burly men in black suits. Soon,

the group of men in suits quickly parted. A super handsome man emerged from among them, wearing a well-tailored striped suit and

shiny leather shoes. Today's protagonist of the wedding robbery was even more handsome than the groom. Even more outrageous, he was carrying a megaphone.

Needless to say, it was Zhang Ziwen, the leader of today's wedding robbery, making a grand entrance. With a megaphone, no wonder his voice was so loud and

powerful.

The media's flashbulbs were going off, and the cameras were faithfully broadcasting the scene live. This sudden turn of events was happening before the eyes of countless citizens watching on

television —a breaking news story! The reporters were ecstatic, while Zhang Ziwen inwardly cried out in alarm.

Everyone stared in astonishment at this dramatic scene. The leaders on the stage and the newlyweds' parents exchanged bewildered glances.

The emcee stood dumbfounded to one side, all utterly astonished by Zhang Ziwen's sudden appearance. Fan Liwen, however,

felt extremely uneasy. What was this guy trying to do at this moment? He had always suspected that Zhang Ziwen and Mu Qing

were having an affair.

At this moment, the group of men in suits quickly parted the crowd, revealing a red-carpeted aisle

. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Ziwen, megaphone in hand, walked step by step towards the stage. His clear

voice came through the megaphone: "Throw away your pen, Mu Qing, throw it away."

Mu Qing burst into tears. The guests, following Zhang Ziwen's call, all looked at her. Would she throw it away? Everyone's heart

pounded. This scene seemed like something out of a movie. Could this handsome man be her true love?

The hall was silent, everyone holding their breath, watching this once-in-a-lifetime, dramatic scene.

"Throw it away, throw it away," Zhang Ziwen's mantra-like voice rang out again.

Mu Qing smiled, her tear-streaked face beaming with joy. She raised her hand, and a dark shadow

flew from her grasp, tracing a graceful arc—it was a pen. All eyes were on the pen. It tumbled through the air,

then fell. Had she really thrown it away?

"What are you doing?" Fan Lihua panicked. He'd panicked the moment she raised her hand, but it was too late;

the pen had vanished from her grasp. "...How could this happen? Xiao Qing, answer me." Fan Lihua reached for

Mu Qing, wanting to grab her and demand an explanation. Why did she listen to Zhang Ziwen? Why did she throw away the pen?

His hand was halfway outstretched when it was seized by two hands, released in an instant. Two burly men in suits stood expressionless, blocking

Fan Lihua's path. Mu Qing was now under the absolute protection of four men in suits. From this moment on, Fan Lihua

would never be able to touch a hair on Mu Qing's head again.

Fan Lihua was in despair. He saw contempt and resentment in Mu Qing's beautiful eyes,

but he could only glance at them, because her gaze had already shifted to the man below the stage, her eyes

instantly softening with tenderness…

“…Zhang…you…what exactly do you want?” Fan Lihua screamed angrily, his mind

a mess, and the question he asked was foolish.

“Nothing, because Mu Qing doesn't belong to you. She has to come with me today.” Zhang Ziwen had already climbed onto

the stage , a smile on his face. He reached out his hand to Mu Qing; he wanted to hold her hand.

The beautiful bride was flying, her gorgeous wedding dress fluttering. She didn't want his hand; she wanted him. With

a waft of fragrance, Mu Qing flew into his arms like a little bird, embracing him and nestling against him. From this moment on,

she would never leave his embrace.

"Oh no," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, this shouldn't be the outcome. The thought of "oh no" was fleeting

, but in that instant, he dropped the megaphone. He couldn't resist her embrace, her soft, fragrant

body pressing against his skin. His hands involuntarily tightened around her. He was a little lost, because he too was deeply in love

with her.

The flashes didn't stop; this breathtaking scene between the couple was killing off the film. Cameras from different positions

captured this tender moment. All the reporters and photographers had the same thought: a kiss, just one more

kiss. The people of Zhonghai City were waiting. These reporters all recognized Zhang Ziwen; they all had

photos of him that hadn't been published yet. He had delivered himself to their doorstep; they believed the government wouldn't blame them.

The scales were tipping. A hero wouldn't ruin a wedding without a reason. All the reporters could sense the

story between the couple. Because they could feel the true love between the couple, love could move everyone.

Even the guests in the audience could feel the deep affection between them. At this moment, they didn't feel

the wedding was ruined. On the contrary, everyone couldn't help but silently call out, "Kiss!"

Suddenly, a commotion erupted on the stage. It was Fan Lihua, his eyes red. He had witnessed

a shameful scene for a man—his bride was in another man's arms. He was going crazy. He

roared , his expression twisted, his furious look like he wanted to devour someone. He tried to pounce and fight, but his frantic

actions failed. Two strong men in suits held him down tightly. Fan Lihua's furious struggles were futile

.

The commotion affected Zhang Ziwen. He easily released Mu Qing. Now was not the time for sentimentality. His tender

eyes turned cold in an instant as he stared at the nearly insane Fan Lihua.

"Why? Why?" Fan Lihua struggled, glaring at Zhang Ziwen and hissing.

"Do you think you're even worthy of marrying her? Are you even qualified?" Zhang Ziwen's eyes flashed with disdain

as

he countered with a question instead of an answer. "Why wouldn't I be qualified? If I'm not qualified, then are you?" Fan Lihua gritted his teeth, not forgetting Zhang Ziwen

's affair with Mu Qing.

Zhang Ziwen smiled but didn't reply. A rustling sound filled the hall, coming from the speakers

. Suddenly, clear voices came through the speakers.

"...Young Master Liu, let's stick to the contract. After the quick settlement, I'll allocate shares to you as promised."

"Hehe, throwing 2 billion into the stock exchange to impact Xin'ao Group's stock, hehe,

I'm definitely getting those shares, hehe..."

"Of course, hehe, after forcing that old guy to step down, I'll be the chairman of Xin'ao Group, and then I'll

get my hands on that brat Mu Qing, hehe, once she's in my hands, I'll teach her a lesson."

"Hahahaha...Brother Fan's torture is definitely intense enough, how about we film it on TV, release it on the market, and

sell it for a good price? This super beauty will definitely become famous, hahahaha... "

"Hehe...Filming is a given, but this is my private collection, Young Master Liu might not get to feast

his eyes on it, hehe..."

At this moment, Fan Lihua realized that he was having a conversation with Liu Zhan in Adiya. It was over. Fan Lihua, who thought his conspiracy

was flawless , was making a last-ditch effort when he saw that his plan had been exposed.

"No...it's fake, it's not me, it's fake, this voice is fake." His voice was loud and urgent, but it could

n't outdo the speaker. On the contrary, his panicked voice only confirmed that the voice inside the speaker was genuine.

A buzzing discussion filled the hall. Everyone was whispering among themselves, their eyes shifting from surprise to astonishment to disdain.

The conspiracy dialogue from the speaker continued, gradually revealing the inside story of the recent stock market turmoil. So that's how it is,

so that's how it is. Some business people instantly understood what was going on. The conspiracy was vicious enough

to take down the New Australia Group in one fell swoop.

"Stop, stop, don't let it go, don't let it go..." At this moment, Fan Lihua was panicked. He already knew that he could

never turn things around.

"...Beast, beast." An angry and old voice rang out. It was Old Master Mu, Fan Lihua's old man. The

old man's words stung Old Master Mu, who had always trusted him. He was too angry and too agitated.

If it weren't for Madam Mu supporting him, he probably wouldn't even be able to stand up.

"...I...I...no...I didn't..." Fan Lihua's struggles seemed pale and powerless.

At this moment, Liu Zhan, who had conspired with him in the conspiracy, had already quietly slipped to the door when the plot was exposed.

Soon, this insidious guy disappeared without a trace. Fan Lihua on the platform was covered in sweat, his expression exaggeratedly

distorted, his body a little weak. Too many contemptuous eyes were piercing him, and cameras from all directions

were focused on him. It's over, all over...

It feels good. Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of satisfaction. He knew very well that Fan Lihua could no longer stand in the business world.

The conspiracy was exposed to the world, and Zhonghai was no longer a place for him to stay. He believed that the Economic Investigation Department would soon find this

guy, and he believed that Liu Zhan would not be able to escape either. The two despicable scumbags were probably destined for prison.

"...It's over. Let's go. I'll take you away from here." Zhang Ziwen smiled at Mu Qing beside him.

Tears welled in Mu Qing's beautiful eyes. She had only heard half of the conspiracy, and she had no interest in hearing any more. Her beautiful eyes

never left Zhang Ziwen's face; she just stared at him, unable to get enough of him. He was standing

right beside her, so real. Was this a dream?

"...What are you thinking about? Come with me." Seeing Mu Qing staring at him affectionately without moving, Zhang Ziwen added softly

.

"...Carry me...I want you to carry me away..." Mu Qing's voice was a little coquettish as

she stretched out her hand, making a woman's request.

Good heavens, in front of everyone? Zhang Ziwen's head was a bit large, but Mu Qing's arms were already wrapped around his neck.

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "Little vixen," and easily swept her into his arms. He abandoned his

reserve; he couldn't refuse this little vixen's request. The moment he lifted her,

a Flashbulbs went off, and the camera, ignoring the slumped Fan Lihua,

captured this fleeting moment. Mu Qing had received Zhang Ziwen's promise, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he took

her away. Moreover, she even got a hug from Zhang Ziwen. She was carried away by her beloved stinky guy. She

heard the enthusiastic and excited cheers behind her. The crowd couldn't help but cheer. It was such an exciting and romantic scene that no

one would forget it even years later...

Chapter 176 of The Flower City Hunter: Getting Schemed Against Him.

The long convoy slowly drove out of the Tianma International Conference Center. Among the long line of black Mercedes-Benzes, a

BMW stood out. As soon as it entered the main road, Zhang Ziwen was stunned by the scene before him. How could there be so many people?

There were too many people. The streets were densely packed with people. The police who had been urgently dispatched were sweating profusely as they maintained order.

As soon as the convoy came out of the conference center, the citizens burst into a deafening cheer. The crowd surged,

all wanting to get a good look at the man and woman inside the BMW. The scene became a bit out of control. If it weren't for the large number of police officers maintaining

order , it would have been difficult for the convoy to even get on the road. Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand where all these people came from

.

"Hehe... these people must have seen the broadcast on TV and rushed out to see

what was going on ." Mu Qing smiled sweetly, noticing the question in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. "TV broadcast? It can't be that exaggerated

, can it?" Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself, inwardly groaning, a sense of foreboding creeping in.

"You didn't know today's wedding was TV broadcast?" Mu Qing was secretly pleased, her smile mischievous

: "...What you did today was seen on TV by many citizens of Zhonghai City. Tomorrow's newspapers

will definitely be even more sensational; I bet the entire city will know about your antics." If

Zhang Ziwen knew that the TV broadcast was arranged by Mu Qing at great expense, he wondered what he would think.

"...Antics? I did it all for you! Now look what's happened, my old face is completely exposed." Zhang

Ziwen's expression was one of utter misery.

"You big bad guy, weren't you just being silly? Snatching the bride at the wedding, wasn't that silly too? Hehe, now look what's happened,

the bride's in your car, wherever you go, she has to follow." Mu Qing's voice was sweet and affectionate, her

heart overflowing with happiness.

Oh no. He was so caught up in his own enjoyment, how could he have forgotten about this? Zhang Ziwen could already imagine the media...

The reports were definitely exaggerated; a bride snatching? Good heavens, wasn't this just tabloid gossip? Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "What a bad guy..." Sitting in the passenger seat, Mu Qing softly called out, her voice sweet and delicate. Zhang Ziwen's heart

skipped a beat. "...You snatched her from the wedding in front of all the citizens of Zhonghai...I...I 'm ..." Mu Qing's voice was very soft, she seemed a little shy. But Zhang Ziwen, with his incredibly sharp hearing, heard it clearly. His heart skipped another beat, a mixture of joy and fear. He was happy that she was expressing her stance, that she was his woman; he was afraid that things were going to get really bad, how would he get past Tang Shu? Zhang Ziwen sensed the serious consequences of this bride snatching. He was so conflicted. "...Brother Wen...you...you won't abandon me, will you?" Mu Qing's beautiful eyes were a little hazy, a shy blush on her exquisite face; she had abandoned all restraint. At this point, she needed a promise from Zhang Ziwen . "I...I..." Zhang Ziwen hesitated, almost impulsively agreeing, but the thought of Tang Shu made him waver. This was difficult. The expectation in Mu Qing's eyes made him unsure how to answer; he loved her. "...If...don't talk nonsense, how could I not want you?" Zhang Ziwen turned his head and saw the resentment in her beautiful eyes, panicking: "...You...you know my heart." Mu Qing's resentful gaze was irresistible. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly; he surrendered. He couldn't bear Mu Qing's pitiful words. "...Really?" Mu Qing could hardly believe her ears. Happiness had come suddenly, and joy filled her eyes . "Really, you know I...I have you in my heart, always have." Zhang Ziwen looked at her slightly happy eyes, moved. Her love for him was unmistakable; how could he suppress his feelings for her now? "Brother Wen..." Mu Qing leaned weakly against the seat, murmuring, "I...I feel so happy... " If Zhang Ziwen hadn't been driving, she would have wanted to snuggle into his arms right now. She tilted her head, gazing at him intently fixed on him, unable to get enough of him. So much love, so much longing—today she had received his answer of love. Zhang Ziwen smiled at her, his eyes full of tenderness. Mu Qing was nothing like the little lioness she used to be; now she was as docile as a lamb, lovable and endearing. But Zhang Ziwen's smile carried a faint melancholy; he didn't know how to handle the situation. "Brother Wen...are you thinking about Xiao Shu?" The perceptive Mu Qing hadn't completely lost herself; she noticed the melancholy between his brows. At this moment, only the gentle Tang Shu could cause him such melancholy—it was his unresolved issue. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. She noticed? Zhang Ziwen seemed focused on driving; he couldn't answer the question. Mu Qing said cautiously, "...Actually, I know about your relationship with Xiao Shu, Brother Wen. I never intended to ruin it." *Sigh, I know, but... what should I do? You two are both women important to me; I can't hurt either of you.* Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. He truly didn't know what to do. Damn monogamy ! He suddenly felt a surge of hatred for this inhumane marriage law. "Brother Wen... don't think so much... I... I'm thinking very simply. As long as you have me in your heart, and I can always be by your side, I'll be satisfied... I... I'll try to get along well with Xiao Shu." Mu Qing spoke softly. She was also helpless about this situation. She knew Zhang Ziwen too well. Asking him to give up Tang Shu was impossible; she absolutely couldn't live without him. She could only compromise. She had to make a wise yet helpless choice. Otherwise, she would only suffer more, because this bad guy had already broken up with her once for Tang Shu , and she didn't want to experience that kind of pain again. Mu Qing's words shook Zhang Ziwen considerably. Would the usually proud Mu Qing say such a thing? He was somewhat incredulous. He looked at her, his eyes questioning, "Are you really willing? Really willing to share your love with Xiao Shu?" He wanted confirmation. "...I am willing, Brother Wen, believe me. I'll talk to Xiao Shu calmly and ask for her forgiveness." Mu Qing understood his gaze. Her answer was firm; this wasn't a sign of resentment, but rather a fight for her own happiness. Zhang Ziwen fell silent, a sense of relief washing over him, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of ease. He dared not laugh, afraid of upsetting Mu Qing, but the joy in his eyes betrayed him. "Hmph, look at your smugness. I must have been blind to fall for a big bad guy like you." Zhang Ziwen 's smugness couldn't escape the cunning of Mu Qing. She was genuinely resentful; she had been scheming against Zhang Ziwen with her own happiness. Fate was cruel. In the end, she ended up getting herself into a mess, and she could never escape it. She wanted to vent but had nowhere to do so. At this moment , she was itching to get her revenge. She needed to restrain herself quickly. Mu Qing's coquettish tone put Zhang Ziwen on his guard. He quickly hid his inner elation; the little lioness's personality wasn't something that could be changed overnight. He had suffered greatly at her hands before and couldn't forget the painful lesson… Just then, the cars ahead slowed down. A hundred meters ahead was a large intersection, and a police car appeared in front of the convoy . With so many cars and people, the police had deployed a police car to clear the way for the convoy; otherwise, Zhang Ziwen's convoy would have been stuck at the intersection. Tens of thousands of people were probably waiting for the convoy to arrive, all eager to catch a glimpse of this legendary, charismatic hero. The live broadcast continued, helicopters circled overhead, filming the convoy's progress. Wherever the convoy passed, it was a sea of people. The commotion was enormous… Police officers were urgently maintaining order, controlling the surging crowd. These officers were inwardly groaning; even a head wouldn't have attracted so many people. However, they were also secretly peeking into the slowly moving white BMW. Some of the officers had been pulled out while watching television. Zhang Ziwen, the superhero —his name… Already a household name, and with numerous romantic escapades, the legendary romance of the flight attendant on the plane is still being hyped. Today, he's caused a scene at a wedding by stealing the bride. This guy always knows how to make a big fuss. This time , the heroine is another heiress. Ruthless, beautiful, romantic, tender, ambiguous—there are too many words to describe his story. People can't help but be envious, too intrigued; it's just too captivating… With the efforts of numerous police officers and the direction of traffic police, the escorting police cars finally led the convoy onto the overpass , speeding towards Huijia District at 80 km/h, their destination the Adiya Club.

The convoy traveled smoothly without any hindrance, and before long, the Adiya Club was in sight.

Zhang Ziwen drove the BMW directly to the entrance of the Adiya Club. Adiya's security personnel

had already cordoned off the area around the club. Without permission, not even a fly could get in. Some

paparazzi could only sigh in vain. Adiya's security system was extremely tight; unless they had Zhang Ziwen's exceptional skills,

they wouldn't be able to get even half a step closer.

The Mercedes convoy, which had been following the group, drove directly into the parking lot. The heroes who had participated in the wedding snatching operation then

transferred to several large vans to return to the Grand Fortune Hotel for tonight's celebration banquet. Zhang Ziwen had already booked the

banquet and there were also red envelopes prepared for them. Tonight's Grand Fortune Hotel was sure to be a crazy night...

The BMW door was opened for him by the security personnel, and Zhang Ziwen and Mu Qing stepped out of the car. As soon as they got out, Mu Qing clung

tightly to Zhang Ziwen. At this moment, Mu Qing, still wearing her wedding dress, really looked like a bride getting married. Her

sweet and happy appearance made Zhang Ziwen's heart flutter. Little vixen, a little vixen who could charm anyone to death.

Thanks to Tang Ying's overseas phone call, the Adiya Club is now Zhang Ziwen's territory. All

the staff there know him and admire him. Some of them have witnessed his heroic deeds firsthand—

the ruthless scene of driving a BMW into a car bomb seems like it happened just yesterday. And today,

the sight of him carrying his bride out of the wedding hall has left them utterly awestruck. Brother Wen is truly amazing; he dares to perform such an astonishingly romantic act

in front of everyone . They admire him from the bottom of their hearts. Those who knew he was coming

were already waiting for him in the hall. Inside, everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of the hero and beauty. When Zhang Ziwen and Mu Qing appeared in their

sight, they went wild, swarming around them in an instant. They forgot it was working hours; they were too excited.

For a moment, Zhang Ziwen and Mu Qing were stunned, then immediately engulfed in a sea of enthusiasm. Some greeted them, some cheered, some led

the way, and some staff even handed out notebooks asking for autographs. The scene was chaotic. If it weren't for the duty manager's

reprimand and the timely intervention of security personnel in suits, Zhang Ziwen might not have been able to leave for a while.

The enthusiasm was unbearable.

The second floor was a Western restaurant. Zhang Ziwen led Mu Qing straight to a private room. Mu Qing obediently followed him.

She didn't know why the big bad guy had brought her here, and she didn't want to ask. She was his woman now,

and she would follow him wherever he went. Thinking that she was now the big bad guy's woman, Mu Qing felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

Zhang Ziwen led Mu Qing to the entrance of the private room. This was the place where Tang Ying had severely punished him. He still

remembered the lessons Tang Ying had taught him here. Thinking of Tang Ying, Zhang Ziwen felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in his heart. The pain was fleeting

, but he still had to face an even more serious problem. Standing at the entrance, he hesitated, unsure whether to go in. He

was a little afraid to face the people inside. Good heavens, they had all seen it on TV, hadn't they? Remembering that he was the one who carried Mu Qing out

of the venue, sweat began to bead on Zhang Ziwen's forehead.

"You big bad guy, why aren't you going in?" Mu Qing

asked, puzzled by his hesitation. Zhang Ziwen smiled at her. "Big bad guy?" Wasn't "Brother Wen" a good enough name? This girl had given him countless

nicknames , but she seemed more affectionate. At this moment, Mu Qing's seemingly affectionate address made him feel slightly relieved.

Zhang Ziwen took a deep breath. He still had to face it. He gently knocked on the door and pushed it open before anyone

could answer .

Nobody was there? Where had everyone gone? Zhang Ziwen felt slightly surprised. The private room was empty,

not . Wait a minute, his keen sense of smell caught a familiar woman's scent. They should be here, right? They must be in

the rest room inside. Zhang Ziwen glanced at Mu Qing, gesturing for her to follow him. Mu Qing, of course, was incredibly

obedient , clinging to him like a kitten, as if afraid he would run away…

Chapter 177 Pain, Too Many Beauties, Unhappy and Speechless.

Zhang Ziwen, leading Mu Qing, had just stepped into the rest room when suddenly everything blurred before his eyes. Confetti and streamers, mixed with

the sound of playful laughter, rained down on them. Oops, they'd been ambushed! If Zhang Ziwen hadn't been

oblivious and hadn't been on guard, he and Mu Qing wouldn't have been sprayed so badly. Heavens, they'd been hit? Zhang Ziwen's

face and mouth were covered in colorful confetti, making him look quite disheveled...

Three stunningly beautiful faces, He Li, Tang Shu, and An Yun, were still laughing and joking as they continued to spray the two of them with colorful confetti from their spray

cans . Zhang Ziwen was a mess, and Mu Qing wasn't much better off; this was the second time she'd

been unjustly targeted. She cried out and quickly followed behind Zhang Ziwen, but the beauties weren't about to let her off the hook. Mu Qing was the main target of

their pranks , and they all chased after Zhang Ziwen, laughing and joking. Amidst exclamations and laughter, the beauties

frolicked together, filling the room with a spring-like atmosphere. Good heavens! Zhang Ziwen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Four beautiful women, each

stunningly gorgeous, their slender figures intertwined, a subtle fragrance filling the room—a truly sensual scene of beauties in love

. Zhang Ziwen sniffed; at that moment, he was the happiest man in the world…

A French-style dinner was served under soft, romantic candlelight. Zhang Ziwen and the four beauties chatted and laughed, enjoying

the sumptuous meal and sipping fine wines. Red wine, beautiful women—Zhang Ziwen gazed at their four smiling, exquisite

faces, feeling as if in a dream. Had he not realized he was surrounded by so many stunning beauties? He could hardly believe it was

real. He felt a little overwhelmed. He Li was his sister, his only family; she would never

leave him. Tang Shu, not only couldn't live without him, but he absolutely couldn't live without her either. Now, with Mu Qing added to the mix,

the little vixen's heart has completely opened up. She's no longer reserved; she's expressed her love without reservation.

After this wedding-stealing incident, asking Zhang Ziwen to say goodbye to Mu Qing is undoubtedly a pipe dream. He

absolutely cannot do it. He knows his love for the little vixen, and all three women present are his beloveds. A surge of tenderness welled up in

Zhang Ziwen's heart…

An Yun. Zhang Ziwen's gaze fell on this seemingly unruly girl. Tonight, she was quite well-behaved, chatting and laughing happily with the three

beautiful women , not causing him any trouble. For this sister who seemed to have fallen from the sky, Zhang Ziwen sincerely

hoped she could find her own happiness. Zhang Ziwen didn't hold much prejudice against her. He knew An Yun had a deep misunderstanding of him because of her

sister 's situation. He understood

what it felt like for a woman who had lost her sister to live alone in this world, especially since he, this unfortunate fool, seemed to owe her sister a debt of gratitude. This

little girl was seeking emotional support, even if it meant hating someone who didn't exist. Hating someone for over two years…

No wonder she reacted so strongly to him. This won't do. He needs to find out who her sister is. It's not

good to keep letting her argue with him like this. Zhang Ziwen made a silent decision.

"Hey, you big jerk, what are you looking at me for?" An Yun noticed Zhang Ziwen's gaze.

"...Little girl, can't you be a little more polite? Is that how you address your brother? It's inappropriate." Zhang Ziwen glared

at her, feeling a little helpless about her way of addressing him. Now, Mu Qing calls him a big bad guy, and this girl calls

him a big jerk too. With two eggs on his head, he'll soon be known as "Two Eggs Without Merit."

"That's right, Xiao Yun, girls should be more polite. Don't call your brother like that." He Li quickly tried to smooth things over, but she

hadn't expected that An Yun, who wasn't usually very polite, had a similar style. No wonder He Li doted on her.

"Yes... sister." An Yun was unusually obedient in front of He Li, but she still couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zhang Ziwen.

Tang Shu smiled and didn't comment. Zhang Ziwen had been back for the past two days, and there hadn't been a single day without him arguing with An Yun. She

was used to it. As long as An Yun didn't speak ill of Zhang Ziwen behind his back, she wouldn't speak up for him. That little

girl was very fair to everyone.

Mu Qing glanced at An Yun and Zhang Ziwen with interest. The newspapers had been full of

romantic tales about the two, but she hadn't expected this outcome. However, given her intelligence, she felt there was more to An Yun and Zhang Ziwen's

story. But that didn't matter anymore. She

was content to be sitting openly beside Tang Shu, one on each side. This family gathering made her feel warm and happy…

Night had fallen. After the family dinner, Zhang Ziwen drove the four beauties home. The BMW,

escorted by four black Mercedes, returned to the upscale residential area. The security personnel

seemed , waiting at the front and back gates. Puzzled, Zhang Ziwen asked the security guard in charge.

The guard, named Du Jian, gave a simple answer: it was the Madam's order to protect the women around Zhang Ziwen,

not to take any protective measures against Zhang Ziwen himself. Wen smiled and said thank you for your hard work. He didn't refuse Tang Ying

's kindness; on the contrary, he was

grateful

for her thoughtfulness. Zhang Ziwen had been harassed by the former Black Dragon Society before. Even if Tang Ying didn't arrange it, he was prepared to arrange bodyguards for his women. He felt that his life was different now than before, and he had to think about the safety of his women and plan ahead. He absolutely wouldn't allow any harm to happen to his

women. Tang Ying, this noble woman, once again stepped forward for him. Zhang Ziwen felt that he owed her

more and more, and he was also heartbroken about the hazy feelings between them...

Home is warm and cozy. Mu Qing fell in love as soon as she entered Zhang Ziwen's home. She made an unreasonable request: she wanted to move in

. Zhang Ziwen had no say in the little vixen's request, but the other three beauties were ridiculously generous and

immediately assigned her a room. This was quite a scene. Zhang Ziwen was secretly delighted but dared not show

it, which made things difficult for him.

Soon, Zhang Ziwen's secret joy was replaced by frustration. Having too many beautiful women wasn't always a good thing. In the bathroom, he

had been thinking about which beauty he could sleep with that night, his desire burning, his manhood throbbing uncontrollably.

But when he came out of the bathroom, everything had changed. He Li was sleeping with An Yun that night; the two of them had slept together and whispered

secrets , and it seemed their whispers would continue tonight. Tang Shu, on the other hand, was sleeping with Mu Qing, and it seemed they also had

something to whisper about. Zhang Ziwen was annoyed. Where did these women get so many secrets from?

Wouldn't it be better if they slept in their own rooms?

In the small garden on the rooftop, Zhang Ziwen lay on a deck chair. The four beauties were all out whispering, and he could only

enjoy the cool breeze in the garden, smoking a cigarette in silence. This made him feel much better; the cool breeze lowered his body

temperature, and smoking calmed his restless heart. However... He was still feeling depressed. Tonight, he

really wanted to cuddle with a beautiful woman. He could understand Tang Shu and Mu Qing

getting closer, but why was An Yun, that brat, getting involved with his older sister? Even if that didn't work out, his older sister's gentle touch would make things a little better. Damn it,

Zhang Ziwen was extremely depressed…

Light footsteps sounded behind him. A beautiful woman? Zhang Ziwen's heart leaped with joy. A fragrant breeze

wafted over with the night air. Heh, his little darling was still the best. Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. It was Tang Shu. She had already walked to his

side. Zhang Ziwen didn't stand on ceremony; he reached out and pulled her into his arms. God, it felt

so good to have a beautiful woman in my arms.

“…No…Brother Wen…don't do this…” Tang Shu's face was flushed as she struggled in his arms. His

little darling was being naughty today.

“What? Didn't you come to keep Brother Wen company?” Zhang Ziwen was a little puzzled by Tang Shu's reaction.

"I'm just here to keep Brother Wen company. Just for a little while, Sister Qing is waiting for me in her room, I have to go back in soon."

Tang Shu said shyly, already feeling the man's reaction beneath her ample hips.

Oh my god, he had to go back in soon? Zhang Ziwen was utterly disappointed, but clinging to a sliver of hope, he said, "...

Sweetie. Can you stay with me a little longer?"

"No, I just came to see you before I went to sleep. It's so cold outside, why don't you go back to your room?" Tang Shu

refused Zhang Ziwen rather disobeyed.

Damn it, it's all your fault, you little women are secretly enjoying yourselves while I'm stuck outside in the wind,

Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself, his face contorted in bitterness. He was speechless, the fragrant body in his arms reigniting his desire.

"Brother Wen...you want it?" Tang Shu asked, a little sorry for Zhang Ziwen's miserable expression

.

"Of course." Zhang Ziwen muttered softly.

"...I'm sorry, how about tomorrow? I'll keep you company tomorrow." Tang Shu looked at him with a slightly apologetic gaze

.

"Mmm..." Zhang Ziwen reluctantly groaned. It looked like he'd have to

sleep alone tonight.

"...Brother Wen is so good...hehe...kiss me, Shu." Tang Shu leaned in and gently

kissed his lips, rewarding his understanding.

Damn it, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. His desire hadn't subsided, and after enduring the cold wind for so long, he only got this fleeting

kiss. Watching Tang Shu's heartless departure, he felt so frustrated he wanted to cry...

The sky was overcast today; the sun seemed to be hiding somewhere, too lazy to come out. The air outside

was really cold. When Zhang Ziwen walked out of the Xin'ao Group, the cold wind almost made him want to retreat back to Mu

Qing's office. Her air-conditioned office was so warm! But now was definitely not the time to disturb her.

She'd probably be incredibly busy these next few days. With the strong support of all the shareholders, including Zhang Ziwen, the major shareholder, Mu

Qing was now the new chairman of the board of directors of this listed group. Thinking about how such a young woman was leading this

large group through the business world, Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of sympathy, but there was nothing he could do. He, as her future son-in-law, had his own

responsibilities and could only remain a major shareholder in the New Australia Group. However, he trusted Mu Qing's abilities. Seeing her

calmly signing documents in the office, exuding the demeanor of a chairman, Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of admiration and

a touch of pride. Such an outstanding beauty was his. Zhang Ziwen secretly chuckled, lit a cigarette, and took a deep, triumphant drag. "Ah,

incredibly ah..."

Back at the independent company headquarters, Long San had been waiting in Zhang Ziwen's office for a long time. Seeing the smug look on this fake

returned overseas Chinese's face, he knew something good had happened. Zhang Ziwen took a sip of

the coffee , and as Tang Shu left, he smiled and said, "Third Brother, you're all smiles. What treasure have you found?"

"Hehe, I'm reminiscing about how you carried that beautiful woman out of the wedding banquet hall yesterday. Wow, I'm so envious, Third

Brother ." Long San chuckled and sighed. He had watched the live broadcast yesterday and spent the night

drinking with a bunch of wedding heroes. The boasting and excitement of the wedding made him incredibly envious. It was a pity he hadn't had such good fortune, and he was extremely disappointed.

"Damn, don't mention that. I even have to wear sunglasses when I go out now. In the dead of winter, people will

think I'm trying to be cool. It's a bit pathetic." Zhang Ziwen was a little scared when he went out this morning because

there were so many reporters.

"Hehe, of course. You're a super celebrity in Zhonghai City, very popular, haha..."

Long San gloated. He knew Zhang Ziwen's low-key personality to some extent, but this time it was really outrageous, ridiculously high-profile.

"Alright, alright, just tell me what you want to see me about today. Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Ziwen only

acted vulgarly when he was with Long San. The two were very compatible in their language.

"Alright, alright, enough with the chit-chat, let's get down

to business." Long San said with a smile, "You got what you arranged. Han Changhe was even more proactive than I expected. While you were out there trying to steal the bride yesterday, he was busy making connections. He's been getting close to Mayor Wu through our connections lately, so his words carry more weight than before. He got the city's approval quickly, and with the land in his territory, it's all done . The land's in a good location." "Heh, that's good. No wonder you're so happy today. Han Changhe is quite capable; it seems has room for advancement. We should give him a boost. Keeping him as a district head is a waste of his talent." Zhang Ziwen was very interested in his connections with Mayor Wu. "That's what I thought too. Aside from having something on us, he's incredibly shrewd . The city's higher-ups have been praising him highly lately, and they probably intend to promote him." Long San wholeheartedly agreed with Zhang Ziwen's words. Zhang Ziwen nodded, about to say something, when the phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was a domestic . The area code made his heart skip a beat, and his expression became somewhat excited. Long San , observing his expression, guessed that Zhang Ziwen had something important to say, gestured for him to leave, then got up and left, closing the door behind him… Chapter 178 Death Threat, Unhappy and Speechless. Zhang Ziwen took a deep breath and pressed the answer button, but his hand still trembled slightly; he was a little unsteady… “Hello… May I ask who this is…” Zhang Ziwen tried to keep his voice calm. “Damn, what are you pretending for? I don’t believe you can’t guess it’s me, hehe, got a little money and started acting all refined .” The voice on the phone was extremely familiar, hearty yet vulgar. Who else could it be but his old captain, Wang Bing ? “…Old Captain? Is it really you?” Zhang Ziwen’s voice became excited; he had been waiting for this call for days . "Hehe... You've been waiting anxiously, haven't you? Little brat, let me tell you, what you sent me has been confirmed . I'm heading out in a couple of days to take them down, hehe... Envious, aren't you?" Wang Bing's voice was excited; it seemed he'd been pressuring them for quite a while. "...Confirmed? Hehe... That's good, that's good. I was worried those bastards would try to fool me." Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the CPA was on the right track and hadn't used false information to deceive him; otherwise, he would have had to go to the CPA's headquarters to collect this debt. "I must say, you're really resourceful. How come your intelligence is so accurate? Tell me, where did you get it?" Wang Bing was very curious. "...You remember the National Security case, right? It's about Chen Yan, the one who got me arrested, remember him?" Zhang Ziwen smiled, carefully considering how to phrase it. "Remember? So what? You still managed to catch that guy? Damn, didn't you say you wouldn't betray your friends?" Wang Shi certainly remembered Zhang Ziwen's story about joining the National Security Bureau. "That kid, he actually showed up later, stabbed me in the back, almost killed me. Hehe... " Zhang Ziwen chuckled and continued, "...but it turned out to be a misunderstanding. That guy was actually an undercover agent for the US CPA..." "Stabbed you in the back? A misunderstanding? An undercover agent? CPA? Damn. Can you explain it clearly?" Liu Bing was a bit confused. "Don't rush me. It's hard to explain over the phone. I can only give you a rough outline. Chen Yan was an undercover agent sent by the US CPA. At the time, he was posing as an arms dealer to deal with the East Turkestan Islamic Movement, aiming to find out the base's headquarters. As a result, he was targeted by the National Security Bureau because of the phone call he made to me, which led to my joining the National Security Bureau. Later, that guy even came to Zhonghai to find me. At the time, I didn't know his identity. I didn't want him to be caught by the National Security Bureau. I also didn't want the National Security Bureau to find out that I was the one who let him in." "Let him stab me and run away. I guess his undercover mission wasn't over yet. I didn't expect that guy to actually do it, haha... In that case, he owes me a life. I got into some trouble a while ago and went to the US to recover. This guy has finished his undercover mission and came looking for me, giving me this intelligence as repayment for my life. Look, the intelligence you have is what he gave me back then." Zhang Ziwen explained simply, trying not to mention his trip to Japan, but he knew in his heart that this matter would eventually come to light. However, according to the military's operating style, even if it were known, it would be classified as top secret. "Hehe... You think it's that simple? I'm the first one who doesn't believe it. Kid, you wait and see. When I get back, I'll interrogate you myself. I'm not afraid you won't confess." Wang Bing was an old hand; he didn't need to guess to know what was going on.

" This isn't simple."

"Fine, I knew you wouldn't believe me. We'll talk about it when you get back alive. But...

do you understand what I meant in that other letter?" Zhang Ziwen asked the question that concerned him most.

"I understand. I've already forwarded the letter to the commander. He told you not to worry, he'll help you lobby the

Naval . But don't get your hopes up too high. You know how serious the incident you got into was, damn it, just thinking about it

makes me angry." Wang Bing was still holding a grudge. If this kid hadn't acted impulsively, he would definitely have been on this mission, and

the two old partners could fight side-by-side again.

"...I understand. Please thank the old commander for me." Zhang Ziwen was secretly pleased. Since the old commander had agreed to

mediate, there was still room for maneuver. The Vice Admiral Commander of the North Sea Fleet carried considerable weight.

"No problem. The old commander has always been very good to you. Just wait for news at home, hehe... I hope

you can return to your unit." Wang Bing held onto a sliver of hope.

"I don't want to go back to the army. I'd be happy if I could just get my military status reinstated. This whole thing is making me really upset."

Zhang Ziwen's demands weren't high.

"Fine, fine, that's all you're good for. Okay, I'm not going to waste any more time on you. I'm hanging up." Before Zhang Ziwen could say anything,

the line went dead. He had a fiery temper and hung up quickly.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and put down his phone. He knew his captain's impatient temper; sometimes he just couldn't understand how such

an impatient person could have the patience to lie in ambush in the tall grass for three days and three nights, remaining motionless

until finally successfully sniping the target. He had to admire his captain's skill – even an impatient person could be a sniper.

Zhang

Ziwen let out a long sigh of relief. The CPA's intelligence was correct. It seemed that

if the unit's special mission was successful, he could most likely get rid of his military discharge. His resentment towards military honor was

too great , and with his old superior's help, the chances of reinstatement were relatively high. Thinking of this, he felt cheerful.

The past two days seemed to have brought a lot of good news; it should be a good omen. Zhang Ziwen comfortably leaned back in his comfortable office

chair …

Just then, there were several soft knocks on the door. Judging from the voice, it was Tang Shu – soft and

gentle.

"Come in…" Zhang Ziwen smiled. As soon as Tang Shu entered, Zhang Ziwen stretched out his hands. He always made this affectionate gesture

when no one else was in the office; holding his little darling was his habit and his favorite thing to do. "Brother Wen, no..." Tang Shu blushed and waved her hands, standing in front of the desk, refusing to snuggle into his arms. "...What? There's no one else here?" Zhang Ziwen was slightly taken aback; normally she would have already snuggled into his arms. "I came in because I have something to say..." Tang Shu said seriously, "Please do not disturb me while I'm working. " "What is it?" Zhang Ziwen awkwardly withdrew his hands. Tang Shu smiled and said, "There's someone outside who says he has something important to discuss with you personally. Do you want to see him ?" "Someone wants to see me? Where is he from?" Zhang Ziwen asked, laughing, "Hehe... If someone wants to see me, the receptionist will notify them. Why would I trouble you, the general manager, to tell me personally?" How annoying. He just happened to be here and came in to ask. The person said he came from Jinghua City. Tang Shu blushed, looking incredibly cute. Everyone knew her little secret; she just wanted to snuggle up to Zhang Ziwen. Zhang Ziwen chuckled at her shy expression. Outside, she was intelligent and capable, respected by her colleagues, yet she still blushed frequently when she saw him. He really didn't understand—even though they were already... well, you know..., why was she still so shy? However, Zhang Ziwen genuinely liked her shy yet delighted look. "What are you laughing at? You're so annoying. Are you going to see that person or not?" Tang Shu, seeing him leering at her, blushed and protested. "Yes, he's from Jinghua? Let him in?" Zhang Ziwen was a little curious. Jinghua? He withdrew the teasing look from Tang Shu's face. Tang Shu agreed and went out. A moment later, she brought someone in, poured tea , and then quietly left, closing the door behind her. Zhang Ziwen didn't have a secretary, so Tang Shu, the general manager, handled most of the secretary's work. This girl liked to do these trivial things for Zhang Ziwen. Watching Tang Shu's charming figure leave, Zhang Ziwen turned around and sized up the guest. He was fair-skinned and plump rather handsome face. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, which made him look quite sophisticated, and a well-fitting suit with a briefcase. "You are..." Zhang Ziwen didn't remember this person. "Oh... Mr. Zhang, I've heard so much about you. I came from Jinghua." The guest spoke softly, then pulled a delicate business card holder from his suit and handed a card to Zhang Ziwen with an extremely elegant gesture, seemingly even raising a delicate pinky finger. Zhang Ziwen, enduring the guest's seemingly elegant movements, took the card, glanced at it, and exclaimed, "Song Cai... your manager? You're Song Lin's manager?" Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded. The card listed Zijincheng Film and Entertainment Company ; he could roughly guess who this chubby man was. "Yes, I'm Miss Song's manager, hehe... Mr. Zhang is really handsome..." Song Cai's eyes darted around Zhang Ziwen's face behind his glasses, his smile quite cheesy. This guy has a rather effeminate air, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, a slight unease creeping over him. Are all entertainment industry managers like this ? However, for Song Lin's sake, Zhang Ziwen suppressed his cheesy smile and asked, "...Is Song Lin alright? You came to see me today...?" "Oh... Mr. Zhang, Miss Song hasn't been doing well lately, something terrible has happened, a really big thing, that's why I came to find you. " "Speaking of Song Lin, Song Cai sighed deeply. "What happened to Song Lin?" Zhang Ziwen asked cautiously. Something serious? Is it that serious? My older sister always keeps tabs on Song Lin, why hasn't she mentioned it before? "Mr. Zhang, you have no idea, Miss Song has received death threats. These past few months have been terrifying , so frightening..." Song Cai's eyes showed fear, his expression extremely exaggerated. "...What exactly happened? What death threats?" Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Is it really that serious? "Let me show you something. These are documents I've received over the past few months..." Song Cai opened his briefcase, took out a large stack of documents, and handed them to Zhang Ziwen. Zhang Ziwen took them and frowned. Bloody handprints—the first document was a bloody handprint, shocking , becoming increasingly horrified with each look. Some of the photos showed nude women with severed limbs...

Some of the photos were computer-generated images of Song Lin, giving them a strong sense of realism. They were also mixed

with obscene language, extremely vulgar and despicable! Zhang Ziwen's anger surged. "Perverted bastard!" Zhang

Ziwen slammed the documents down, took out a cigarette, and lit it to calm his anger.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't know, Miss Song has lost a lot of weight recently. She's really scared.

She's received some prank photos before, but this time is different. This pervert really wants to harm Miss Song." Song Cai

finished speaking, still shaken, and took out a snow-white handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Zhang Ziwen asked in a deep voice, "Has this been reported to the police?"

"Yes, but it's useless. We still receive these things frequently, and we can't find a single clue."

Song Cai said with a bitter expression.

"Where is Song Lin now? Is she well-protected?" Zhang Ziwen became worried.

He sensed that this pervert was no ordinary person; he could smell an extremely dangerous aura.

"Miss Song is currently staying in her secret villa in Jinghua. She doesn't dare go anywhere. Sigh,

she can't concentrate on anything until this pervert is caught." Song Cai's voice sounded pitiful; he must be

heartbroken because he turned down countless film offers.

"Damn, are all her subordinates incompetent? How can she lure that guy out by staying at home?" According to

Zhang Ziwen 's logic, this kind of hidden enemy can only be dealt with by luring him out. The more you hide, the more

rampant this pervert becomes, and he will continue to harass you endlessly.

“There’s nothing I can do. Miss Song doesn’t trust anyone right now. One of those death threat pictures was slipped in right under

the security guards’ noses. How could she dare to go out? Sigh, the Busan International Film Festival is in a few days. Besides receiving

important awards, a major Hollywood film company is going to talk to her about a collaboration. It

’s a big production, and it will have a huge impact on Song Lin’s future. But that pervert might also

show up there. Isn’t this driving me crazy?” Song Cai said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his white handkerchief,

as if he never wipe it all away.

“So… you mean Song Lin is going to give up on this film festival? And how did you know that guy would

be at the Busan International Film Festival?” Zhang Ziwen knew what the film festival meant for artists.

“Sigh, you don’t know, this guy seems to know Miss Song’s whereabouts perfectly well. He even sent her a Busan International

Film Festival poster. It’s as obvious as a bald man’s lice.” Song Cai sighed. The Busan trip

was important to Song Lin, and it was just as important to him.

Song Cai continued, "Miss Song said... she won't go without sufficient protection. She said...

she said..." He hesitated for a moment.

"What did Song Lin say? Sufficient protection?" Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat; he vaguely guessed

what Song Lin meant.

Chapter 179 The Romantic Man's Unhappy Silence

Song Cai nodded: "...Yes, Miss Song said that she only trusts one person in this world to

protect She said she doesn't trust anyone else now except you. That's why I rushed to find you

, but Mr. Zhang, you're in such a big business, sigh..." Song Cai's tone was somewhat dejected. Only today

did he realize that Zhang Ziwen was a billionaire CEO. Hiring a tycoon as a bodyguard? Wasn't that a joke?

"...You don't need to worry about that. Song Lin's matter has nothing to do with how big my business is. Does Song Lin mean

I should go to her place?" Zhang Ziwen already understood Song Cai's purpose for coming.

There was hope! Song Cai, the agent, wasn't just a nobody; he was adept at reading people.

He immediately understood the meaning behind Zhang Ziwen's question and hurriedly nodded, saying, "...That's right, Mr. Zhang is

right, Miss Song means exactly that." Song Cai finished speaking and looked at Zhang Ziwen pitifully, his

bright little eyes filled with expectation.

"...How about this, you leave your address, then you go back first. Tomorrow I'll head to Jinghua to find her.

Tell Song Lin for me that she can rest assured, I've agreed to this." Zhang Ziwen was very straightforward;

how could he stand idly by when Song Lin was in trouble?

"...Really...really?" Song Cai was overjoyed. He hadn't expected Zhang Ziwen to be so agreeable and hurriedly

said, "I'll leave you my address right away, hehe, that's great, that's great..." Song Cai was ecstatic;

his trip to Busan seemed promising. His eyes behind his glasses seemed to be shining; he seemed to see piles of money beckoning to him again.

After seeing Song Cai off, Zhang Ziwen lazily leaned back on the sofa, not wanting to move. He was feeling a bit depressed.

It seemed like he hadn't had a moment's peace since returning home from America. He had just resolved Mu Qing's matter,

and now Song Lin's troubles had arisen. Was fate trying to kill him? Was it just playing a cruel joke on him? Zhang Ziwen felt that God was being unfair. He even

thought about Song Lin's last phone call with him, where she said she would give him some kind of surprise. Damn it, that was all the surprise she promised?

Zhang Ziwen felt a mix of amusement and exasperation when he thought of her phone call; the surprise was far too great. At the same time, he was also

very worried about Song Lin…

Just then, a gentle knock sounded at the door. It was Tang Shu. Seeing her charming figure appear at the door,

Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of warmth in his heart. His sweet little darling was always so kind; she never caused him any trouble. Among all the beautiful women,

Zhang Ziwen felt that Tang Shu was the most trouble-free. Having known her for so long, she had never seemed to cause him any

trouble ; on the contrary, she was always thinking of him. Looking at Tang Shu's sweet smile, Zhang Ziwen

didn't move from his reclining position on the sofa. He simply reached out his hand, knowing that Tang Shu would fly into his

arms .

“…Brother Wen, are you troubled?” Tang Shu, nestled in Zhang Ziwen's arms, noticed his melancholy.

“Well, something's wrong. Song Lin seems to have had some trouble. The person who just left was her manager. I

want to go see her.” Zhang Ziwen didn't want to hide anything from Tang Shu.

Tang Shu gave an "oh," then asked with some concern, "...What happened to Sister Lin? Is it serious?"

"It shouldn't be anything too serious, but her manager said some fans seem to be causing her

trouble . I'm planning to go to Beijing tomorrow, and in a couple of days I'll be accompanying her to South Korea. It might be several days before I'm back

..." Zhang Ziwen didn't reveal the death threat, afraid his sweet Tang Shu would worry.

"Don't worry, Brother Wen. Sister Li and I will look after the company. Come back early after you're done." Tang Shu was

reluctant to see Zhang Ziwen leave, but she knew she couldn't stop the kind-hearted Brother Wen because Song Lin had something to do.

"Okay... I know, I'll be back soon." Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, thinking how understanding

she .

"...Brother Wen, be careful, don't make Xiao Shu worry about you." Tang Shu snuggled closer to him, her

intelligence already sensing that Song Lin was in serious trouble.

"Hehe, don't worry, just go with her to the film festival, treat it as a trip, Brother Wen will be fine."

Zhang Ziwen could only comfort her with his laughter, tightening his grip on her waist,

feeling warm at Tang Shu's thoughtfulness.

The office was quiet. Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu lay together on the sofa, neither

speaking, but closing their eyes to feel each other's heartbeats and breaths, sensing the boundless love between them. Their

souls touched and merged in this silent world, a romantic tenderness... As

dusk fell, a light snow began to fall outside, and the night air grew chilly. Pedestrians

hurried along , seemingly eager to return to their warm homes, enjoy a sumptuous dinner, and savor

the warmth of family.

A white BMW, escorted by two Mercedes-Benzes, entered the upscale Xinxiang residential community. Zhang Ziwen and two stunningly

beautiful women stepped out of the car. Naturally, the two women immediately took his arm, one on each side. Whether

going to work or leaving work, Zhang Ziwen enjoyed this idyllic treatment. The residents of the community were used to this

beautiful sight; they only felt envy, not jealousy. Everyone here knew Zhang Ziwen. A hero with

beauties—who said a hero had to live a life of asceticism? It's

perfectly normal for an outstanding man to have several beautiful women around him ...

As soon as he entered, he smelled the delicious aroma of the dishes. Hehe, Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. An Yun had already

prepared . This girl was on vacation, and the job of a cook was really suitable for her. My goodness, it was so lavish! The long

dining table was already full of dishes. Just smelling them, you could tell how delicious they were, not to mention that each dish

was extremely colorful, with perfect color, aroma, and taste,

making one's mouth water. An Yun's cooking was just so fragrant. After tasting her cooking, Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard and quickly reached for a piece of crispy pork ribs from the plate. They were fragrant

and crispy. Zhang Ziwen threw away the bones, still feeling a little unsatisfied. Just as Zhang Ziwen was about to take another piece, a

spatula caught his eye.

"You big rascal, did you wash your paws? You're stealing food without washing your paws, humph, you greedy cat." An Yun appeared at the table in time

and unceremoniously stopped his sinful paws with the spatula.

"It's just... Brother Wen is a glutton." Tang Shu chimed in, she loved his eating habits, like a hungry wolf.

"An Yun is right, go wash your hands, you brat, you're so old and still haven't learned anything, do you need a good beating?" He

Li glared fiercely with her beautiful eyes, looking like she wanted to teach him a lesson.

Good heavens, the women in the house are rebelling! Zhang Ziwen quickly slipped away, inwardly sighing, "Which ancestor said

women hold up half the sky?" In his little world, there was no sky for him. The women in his house, except for Xiao Shu, were

all ruthless. He wondered when he would regain his husbandly authority. Zhang Ziwen was happily troubled.

He washed his hands, but couldn't go upstairs yet. Zhang Ziwen sat on the sofa, waiting. Mu Qing, that little lioness,

hadn't come back yet. Please, come home soon! Zhang Ziwen was hanging in mid-air by that piece of crispy pork ribs, hungry. Just then,

he saw Tang Shu hang up the phone and quickly asked, "How is it? Where did she go?" He

looked like , asking questions.

"She's still in the office. She's busy and told us not to wait for her." Tang Shu gave him a regretful

look.

"Still busy? It's so late." Zhang Ziwen glanced at his watch; it was almost 9 o'clock.

"Mu Qing is such a career-oriented girl; she works like a madman." He Li, who was

closest , knew her very well.

"What should we do? The food's getting cold. Why don't we start eating first? I'll save some for her." An Yun urged

everyone. She didn't want her family to eat cold food.

"How about this, you guys eat first. I'll go pick up Mu Qing and buy her some late-night snacks. That girl loses track of time when she's

working ; she'll definitely forget to eat." Zhang Ziwen decided to stay; good food was important, but beautiful women were even more

important.

Hearing him leave, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in An Yun's beautiful eyes. She knew Zhang Ziwen liked

crispy pork ribs, and this dish was specially made for him. She silently turned around and walked to the dining table.

"Go on, go on, you little rascal, you've got some manly spirit, you know how to care for people. Hurry up and come back." He Li admired

Zhang Ziwen's attitude towards women and really wanted to reward him with a kiss, but with other beauties present, she

had to refrain.

"Brother Wen, be careful on the road." Tang Shu got up and took his coat off the hanger for him. Putting his coat on

was her duty, and she generously supported Zhang Ziwen's thoughtfulness towards women.

Zhang Ziwen smiled, and as she helped him put on his coat, he gently kissed Tang Shu's cheek.

At this moment, his heart was filled with tenderness; the feeling of home was so warm, a warmth he couldn't bear to leave...

"Hey... wait a minute..." A pleasant voice rang out.

Zhang Ziwen, who had reached the door, turned around. It was An Yun calling him. He saw that she was holding a paper strip in her hand, but he didn't

know what it was.

"Here you go, it's still warm, for Sister Qing." An Yun placed the paper strip in his hand, blushed, and hid

in the kitchen.

The paper bag contained crispy pork ribs. Zhang Ziwen was a little stunned, yet also felt a warmth. It seemed the women in the family all

considered Mu Qing as part of the family, and they all cared for her deeply. The behavior of these beautiful women today

warmed These women were excellent and kind. However, Zhang Ziwen knew that the fragrant treat in the paper bag wasn't for Mu Qing;

it was for himself to enjoy on the way. He was actually receiving the courtesy from An Yun? Zhang Ziwen felt a little lightheaded

…

“What are you daydreaming about? Your sister is worried you'll go hungry. Hurry up and pick up Mu Qing.” He Li saw him lost in thought and

urged him on, while also wondering to herself, this girl really does have a story with this little guy.

The BMW pulled into the underground parking lot. Zhang Ziwen stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the 26th floor—Mu Qing's

new office was there. The elevator slowly ascended. Zhang Ziwen warmed the covered paper bowl in his hand, which contained

the black rice porridge he had bought for his little fairy at noon; it was still warm. As for the crispy pork ribs, his little fairy wouldn't get to enjoy them—

Zhang Ziwen had cleaned them up in the car. This was a token of An Yun's temporary truce, and it

seemed to taste even better than the previous two meals.

The receptionist outside the office stood up as soon as she saw Zhang Ziwen exit the elevator; she recognized this bride-stealer.

As the bandit leader approached and greeted him, Zhang Ziwen picked up the phone to inform him, but in time, he

gestured Mu Qing inside, indicating not to disturb her. He was preparing a surprise for the little vixen. The receptionist

smiled enviously; this was truly a romantic man.

He gently knocked on the door, and a sweet "Come in" came from inside. Zhang Ziwen pushed open

the office door and entered. The floor was covered in a soft, thick carpet; the chairman's office was indeed different—spacious, luxurious,

and warm, dispelling the lingering chill he had brought in from outside. The little vixen didn't see him enter.

Her desk was covered in documents and reports, and she was engrossed in studying them, her expression focused. She sensed someone approaching, but didn't

know it was the man she loved most.

"...Sit down," Mu Qing said without looking up. "Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon."

As she spoke, her pen continued to scribble something on the documents.

Zhang Ziwen was very obedient and sat quietly opposite her. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to look up.

Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of pity. Compared to her, the president, was he, the boss, having it too easy? With

Tang Shu handling everything for him, he was indeed a boss who could sit back and relax.

"Alright..." Mu Qing put down her documents and pen, stretched with a charming yawn, but the

stretch stopped halfway. Her soft lips were slightly open. She couldn't believe her eyes. She saw

Zhang Ziwen. He had a tender smile on his face, and the tenderness in his eyes could melt her heart.

The momentary daze was followed by a soft cry from her lips. The little vixen

jumped joyfully from her office chair and quickly moved around the desk. Zhang Ziwen stood up and embraced her delicate body.

The little vixen wanted his embrace, and he knew what she needed at that moment. He

offered Her soft, fragrant body trembled slightly. She was excited; her heart

was pounding. Her beautiful eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. Her beloved man had appeared

before , offering her warm care. She couldn't help but be moved; tears streamed down her face—tears of happiness. At this moment, Mu Qing was

the happiest woman in the world…

The office was quiet and warm. The deeply in love couple held each other tightly. Mu Qing tilted her pretty face up,

clear traces of happy tears on her delicate features. The little vixen shyly closed her beautiful eyes; she was greedy. She needed

his breathless tenderness; her sweet scent stirred Zhang Ziwen's heart. He never resisted such gentle

temptation . Her warm, soft lips urged him to taste...

Chapter 180 The Enchanting Little Demon, Unhappy and Speechless.

This was Zhang Ziwen's second time tasting Mu Qing's fragrance. Passionate, lingering, and frenzied, her tender, smooth tongue

greedily swirled, entwined, and licked. This long, scorching kiss was intense, a long-awaited, breathtaking kiss.

Neither of them wanted to separate their lips, their smooth tongues intertwined, their bodies twisting and

caressing with the frenzied kiss, wishing they could merge into each other's bodies...

The breathtaking kiss ignited their passion, arousing their long-suppressed desire. Zhang Ziwen's hands

slid ; he couldn't resist her soft allure. His hands slid down the little demon's soft waist, his large hands covering her

round, full buttocks, gently kneading them, causing wrinkles to appear in her skirt...

"You big bad guy...no..." Mu Qing parted her lips, letting out a soft, panting moan. She couldn't resist Zhang Ziwen

's seductive touch.

Zhang Ziwen gazed into her watery, alluring eyes, his breathing quickening. This captivating little vixen...he could already

feel the heat burning within him. He needed her now, he needed her body. His hands shifted direction, moving

upwards, wanting to climb her proud breasts. A seductive moan escaped Mu Qing's throat as she

felt the heat against her chest...

Heavens! The fire in Zhang Ziwen's lower abdomen flared. The sensation in his hands was incredibly strange—full, firm, soft yet elastic

, mature and perfect breasts. The wondrous feeling made him unable to be gentle. His large hands moved

, kneading and playing with this woman's fullness... The flesh was squeezed and deformed in his hands, the satisfaction in his hands only making

the emptiness below even greater. His lower body pressed against hers; at this moment, he needed close contact, leaving no gap.

He wanted her to feel the masculinity of her man…

Mu Qing let out another moan from her throat. She felt the hardness of the man beneath her abdomen, very clearly.

He was so naughty. Mu Qing's face was flushed and alluring as the man pressed against her wantonly violated her most precious soft place

. He was pressing precisely, he was moving. Mu Qing's heart raced, her body grew softer and softer. She could clearly

feel him teasing her most sensitive spot; it was so hot there. She could hardly bear this intense stimulation

…

“…No…not here…” Mu Qing uttered a muffled, hazy sound from her throat; she had already

lost herself.

“…Give it to me…Xiao Qing…give it to me…” Zhang Ziwen breathed heavily, his hot breath tickling her ear.

“…To…to inside…take me…inside…” Mu Qing breathed softly, her beautiful eyes hazy.

She felt that her body no longer belonged to her; at this moment, she was willing to give herself to him without reservation.

With permission granted, Zhang Ziwen reached out and swept the lithe little vixen across his chest,

striding towards the break room in the office.

The little vixen was tossed onto the bed. The bed was wide and soft enough to protect her from injury. She

lay on her side , her chest heaving, her breathing slightly erratic, a hint of nervousness in her heart. Her envious

eyes watched the man undress before her; his movements were swift. Now he was only wearing a

small pair of briefs, his masculine member bulging exaggeratedly from the fabric, making her heart race and her ears burn

. Yet, she refused to close her eyes; since she was giving herself to him, she would keep them open, no matter how shy…

Her beloved man drew closer, his strong muscles clearly visible,

the lines smooth, his physique beautiful. The little vixen could smell… The intense masculine scent emanating from him made her feel his

erratic breathing. Her heart pounded in her chest as his hands began unbuttoning her blouse.

She dared not move, her body trembling slightly. At that moment, she could only let her beloved man undress her. Her

bright eyes remained open, and she bit her lip, wanting to watch his

actions . This was her first time, and she wanted to remember it…

The air conditioning made the lounge warm and cozy. Zhang Ziwen felt like he was about to have a nosebleed, his mind racing with thoughts of his little

enchantress . She truly was an enchantress; her lingerie was so alluring, heavens, irresistibly sexy, and impossibly small.

The lingerie barely covered her vital parts; the pale yellow transparent bra couldn't even begin to conceal her overflowing

breasts. She possessed a perfect figure to be proud of; her breasts,

naturally their trembling tips proudly displaying two bright red nipples. The graceful lines of her breasts

extended down to her smooth, flat abdomen. Having practiced Taekwondo, she had not an ounce of excess fat.

A suspender strap cinched her seemingly boneless waist, fastening to sheer stockings. Her alluring legs, clad in stockings

, were subtly crossed, as if trying to conceal her most intimate secrets. The tiny, extremely transparent

silk panties were practically invisible. Even the boldest vixen wouldn't dare reveal a hint of her private parts before him. At this moment, she

couldn't help but feel shy. Although her beautiful eyes were still half-closed, her exquisite face was as

red as a ripe apple…

"...The underwear was...it was a gift from Sister Li..." The little vixen's voice was barely audible. She couldn't stand his

lecherous gaze because she knew that her panties couldn't cover her privacy at all.

Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. "Dear sister, you're so adorable!" He knew He Li had

a penchant for gifting sexy lingerie, as she had an endless supply of such items. And what did this thoughtful, beloved man mean?

She was helping Zhang Ziwen; she wanted him to experience greater pleasure and excitement in bed. Since the little vixen was his woman, she

would naturally receive this irresistible little gift. Now, the little woman in bed was wearing this stimulating gift,

tempting her beloved little brother. She had succeeded, because the stimulation before him was so intense that Zhang Ziwen's underwear could no longer conceal his

monstrous erection. He decided to unleash it…

Zhang Ziwen was already naked. He felt the refreshing sensation below. His blatant display of masculinity was brazenly exposed

to the little vixen's eyes. She resisted the urge to close her eyes, her face flushed as she boldly gazed at the male

symbol. "That bastard is so strong!" Her heart pounded like a deer's. And this strong, wicked man was about to invade

her private parts. Her body trembled, a mixture of joy, tension, and fear…

What… was he doing? The little vixen felt a tingling, wet sensation on her chest—was it his tongue? Her

body trembled with pleasure as he pinched one of her nipples, while his other hand playfully

kneaded another. The tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body. Unable to resist the stimulation, her

body began to writhe: "...No...it's so itchy..."

Unable to bear the stimulation, she couldn't control her pleasurable moans, but her heart-stirring moans only

fueled his passionate abandon. His lips pressed passionately against her fragrant body, and his irritating hands

roamed freely, stripping away the last piece of clothing covering her. Now she was only wearing those sensual

stockings, and she could feel his strong hands parting her legs, her most private parts now exposed to him

without reservation. She was mortified; her body went limp, and she couldn't close her legs. She could only let him

lecherously admire her. She felt something even more shameful happening: her most private area felt damp.

He must have seen her wetness. Not wanting to close her eyes, she finally did. It was too shameful…

His skillful hands caressing her private parts drove her almost mad. His flirtatious touch made her head

sway from side to side, her chest heaving rapidly, her body writhing uncontrollably. She couldn't escape

the control ; her ecstatic moans echoed uncontrollably in the room. She wanted it so badly; she needed full contact…

“…Give it to me…you big bad guy…give…me…” the little vixen pleaded, unable to bear it any longer.

The big bad guy was very obedient. He lay on top of her, already itching to enter that warm

place. Under his caresses, he appreciated the woman's exquisite charm, her soft moans and gasps, her twisting and trembling. The little

vixen's performance greatly aroused his desire. Now was the time to release it.

"...Big bad guy...be gentle...I'm scared..." She was conflicted, wanting it but feeling a little

nervous when she felt the heat touching her private parts. She had heard that a woman's first time was painful.

"Don't be afraid, I will be very gentle..." Zhang Ziwen kissed her earlobe. He wouldn't be rough with women.

"...Mmm...slower...I...I'll do it..." Mu Qing boldly grabbed

the thing , feeling less nervous once she was in control.

Soon, she regretted it. The feeling in her hand made her even more nervous. It was so hot, so burning, and she was losing control…

But the emptiness there desperately needed to be filled. Despite her fear, she had to have it. Her hand moved, gently guiding,

the movement precise…

“…Slower…it hurts…” The little vixen frowned, feeling

the slight pain from her thin barrier.

A woman with personality can cause a man pain, Zhang Ziwen understood. He felt stuck, unable to move,

having to follow her lead. Her frowning expression made him afraid to move rashly. The tight, warm feeling made him yearn to go deeper,

but at this moment, he could only patiently wait for her desired sounds. He couldn't bear to roughly ravage her…

His pain was only for a moment. Amidst the little vixen's moans of pain and pleasure, he slowly squeezed

in The warmth and tightness gradually overwhelmed him. He gained immense satisfaction and fulfillment, a feeling of reaching the peak.

A woman with personality can also give a wonderful feeling in this respect—sponge-like softness, waves of stimulating pleasure

washing over his entire body…

"Oh..." The little vixen let out a long, seductive moan. His rapid breathing and her

alluring . The bed shook violently, sweat and passion mingled. The little

vixen, having adapted, transformed into a little lioness. She was frenzied, engulfing him with her passion. She released her most primal desires. Primal

desires need no instruction or experience; she had found the feeling that brought her to the peak of pleasure—a

passionate madness. Time passed, and the passion between the man and woman on the bed continued...

After an unknown amount of time, the room finally quieted down, the breathing gradually subsided. On the bed, the little vixen's pink

face was flushed with satisfaction. Her naked body lay on top of him. This was the position she needed, and

this position brought her her third unparalleled orgasm. Now, she rested her delicate face on his firm

chest, completely exhausted...

"...You big bad guy...I'm so happy..." The little vixen's voice was sweet and cloying; she was truly happy.

"...You're happy now, so why are you calling me a big bad guy?" Zhang Ziwen gently flicked her little nose.

"...I'm going to call you Big Bad Guy, and I'll keep calling you that from now on. You'll always be my Big Bad Guy."

The little imp wrinkled her cute little nose, showing no trace of a strong woman.

Words failed him, so Zhang Ziwen could only express himself through actions. With a soft cry, he effortlessly

pulled the little vixen beneath him. Since she was a bad guy, he might as well be bad to the end…

“…Bad guy…no…ah…I can’t take it… anymore…” The little vixen’s pleas for mercy were met with

a fierce response, her pleas quickly turning into mesmerizing moans…

Pleasure is always fleeting. Today, Zhang Ziwen had to leave his beloved women. In the airport waiting hall,

Tang Shu remained nestled in his arms. Only He Li and Tang Shu saw him off. Mu Qing stayed in bed at home, refusing

to get up, as she was too inexperienced to walk. An Yun seemed to be avoiding him, perhaps still

resentful, or perhaps regretting her advances last night. Her excuse was cleaning the house. When Zhang Ziwen

left , she refused to even see him off. Faced with this enigmatic An Yun, Zhang Ziwen could

only sigh helplessly; he had no way to untangle her knots…

"Brother Wen...come back soon, Xiao Shu will miss you..." Tang Shu's beautiful eyes were full of tears. They had only been together for

two days, and he was leaving again. She felt nothing but reluctance.

Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of sadness, gently stroking her shoulder.

He felt guilty for not spending enough time with her.

He Li, standing nearby, also had tears in her eyes. She was moved by the deep affection between the two. Deep down,

she also longed to stay in Zhang Ziwen's arms for a while, but this moment belonged to Xiao Shu. She could only keep her feelings hidden

in her heart; she couldn't deprive Tang Shu of this precious time.

"Sister...I'm leaving...take care..." Zhang Ziwen moved closer to He Li, extending his arm.

He Li smiled, a beautiful smile. Zhang Ziwen hadn't forgotten her; the parting hug was now offered to her.

She nestled into it, feeling so warm and secure. Zhang Ziwen sensed her affection, and his grip tightened. He

wanted to give her the most fulfilling feeling. He Li was a little intoxicated; she loved his scent,

a familiar scent she could never leave for the rest of her life…

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