The City Hunter (Complete) - Chapter 28

Chapter 181 The Super Bodyguard is Unhappy and Speechless

The plane landed smoothly at Jinghua Airport. Zhang Ziwen saw Song Cai standing at the entrance of the terminal from afar, craning his neck
to look inside. As soon as Zhang Ziwen came out of the terminal, Song Cai greeted him with a big smile. It was clear that he
was genuinely happy. The person Song Lin favored was definitely capable. The trip to South Korea was promising, and
he would definitely make a lot of money. He couldn't help but be happy.

"Didn't I tell you not to pick me up? I can just go directly to Song Lin's place." Zhang Ziwen smiled.
Although Song Cai seemed a bit effeminate, he was quite honest.

Song Cai smiled and said happily, "What are you talking about? Mr. Zhang came to help Miss Song personally, so
I had to come to pick him up. Besides, Miss Song knew you were coming and told me to wait here a long time ago.
I can't disobey her, right?" After saying that, he reached out and took Zhang Ziwen's travel bag.

As soon as he stepped out of the airport terminal, Zhang Ziwen squinted. The sunlight was a bit dazzling. The weather in Jinghua was
nice . Normally, late winter should be quite cold, but with the sun, it didn't feel very chilly.

Song Cai had a strong, effeminate aura, and his car even seemed effeminate. The red Porsche, driven by someone who looked like
a man, looked rather flamboyant. The overpowering perfume inside was pungent, causing
Zhang Ziwen, whose nose was already sensitive, to twitch involuntarily as soon as he sat down. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Damn, like a woman."

The car headed east, and shortly after exiting the airport expressway, it entered the famous Chang'an
Avenue the most important road in Jinghua City. The car moved smoothly past Zhongnanhai, lined with modern skyscrapers on both sides.
Soon after, they arrived at Tiananmen Square, the world's largest square. The square was
packed with people under the sunlight. Song deliberately slowed down to let Zhang Ziwen enjoy the scenery on both sides of the car. It was Zhang Ziwen's
first time in Beijing. He was a little excited to be in the great capital. As soon as he entered the square area, he could feel the solemnity and grandeur
of the capital . Red flags were flying everywhere. On the left was Tiananmen Square, the capital's iconic building,
with a huge portrait of the leader. Behind Tiananmen Square was the Forbidden City, the world's largest and most magnificent building,
which echoed the Monument to the People's Heroes in the wide square. The golden characters on the monument shone brightly in the sunlight.
The Great Hall of the People, imposing and majestic, stood solemnly on one side of the square, while
long queues of people could be seen outside the Memorial Hall of the Great Leader. Here, people would pay their respects to the remains of
the Great . The car slowly drove past the flagpole, where the imposing flag-bearing soldiers stood ramrod straight,
faithfully guarding the national flag fluttering in the wind. Solemn, awe-inspiring, and magnificent, Zhang Ziwen
deeply …

After passing the imposing Tiananmen Square, the car began to accelerate. He didn't know how long he had driven, perhaps
because Beijing was so vast. When Zhang Ziwen finally saw the villa complex in the distance, he realized Song Cai was right;
Song Lin's place was far enough away and quiet enough. Xiangjiang Villas was quite famous in Beijing, located at the junction of Haidian and
Changping . Nestled against the Western Hills, beside a river, the environment was exceptionally tranquil.

The Porsche drove into Nanyuan, turning uphill through the wooded greenery and
stopping beside a rather detached, luxurious villa in a blend of Chinese and Western styles. This was where Song Lin lived? Zhang Ziwen got out of the car. This girl was certainly
enjoying herself here.

As soon as he got out, Zhang Ziwen saw several men in suits, some overtly, some covertly. The security was decent, but a bit
wasteful. Judging from Song Cai's expression as he looked at these men, the cost was definitely not low.

Song Cai led Zhang Ziwen upstairs to the second floor, stopping at the door of a room. Song Cai didn't knock, but simply
smiled and said to Zhang Ziwen, "...Miss Song is inside. You can go in yourself; I won't disturb
your reunion." Without waiting for Zhang Ziwen's response, he hurried away.

It had been several months since he'd seen her. He wondered what she looked like now. Zhang Ziwen stood at the door and gently
knocked.

"Come in..." came Song Lin's magnetic, pleasant voice from inside.

Pushing open the door, he felt the warmth of the room. Song Lin, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, seemed to know it was him, already
standing in the middle of the living room. She was dressed casually at home, in a moon-white silk loungewear dress, her
long, black hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. A sweet smile graced her exquisite face, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of
joy , a hint of longing, and a touch of shyness. Beautiful, she was truly beautiful, possessing a pure and innocent beauty.
Even Zhang Ziwen, who was used to being surrounded by beautiful women, felt his heart flutter; the allure of a pure and innocent beauty remained strong for him.

There was no hug, no small talk. Zhang Ziwen sat obediently on the soft sofa. They hadn't spent
enough time together, and after not seeing her for so long, he couldn't bring himself to be affectionate. Facing a big star, Zhang Ziwen felt a little
reserved. Although they had once shared a passionate and ambiguous phone conversation, who
would dare ?

"…Brother Ziwen, have a cigarette." Song Lin had prepared a premium pack of Zhonghua cigarettes for him.

"Thank you." Zhang Ziwen didn't stand on ceremony and took the cigarette she offered, lighting it.

The coffee and the cigarette eased Zhang Ziwen's initial awkwardness. He smiled at Song Lin and said, "...
You must have been feeling really bored lately, right?"

"Yeah, it's so stuffy living here, and I was even a little scared." Song Lin returned his smile with a
captivating .

"Don't be afraid. As long as that guy shows up, I'm sure the problem will be solved quickly." Zhang Ziwen gently comforted
her.

"With you here, I'm not afraid. Knowing you were coming, I was so excited last night that I didn't sleep well at all. I
must have eye bags. Do I look terrible today?" Song Lin's voice was a little cloying as she pointed to her
beautiful eyes.

"...No...you...are very beautiful." Zhang Ziwen's voice was a little muffled, his eyes sparkling. She was
so beautiful that he almost couldn't look directly at her.

"Hehe...am I really beautiful? I'm not as pretty as Xiao Shu, and Sister Li is prettier than me too." Zhang Ziwen
's expression was shallow. This emboldened Song Lin a bit; after all, this was her territory.

“…They’re all…beautiful.” Zhang Ziwen really didn’t want to argue with her about this; it wasn’t his
forte.

“Hehe…you’re still the same, you haven’t changed at all! By the way, how are Sister Li and Xiao Shu?
I miss them so much.” Song Lin smiled sweetly. She loved seeing his slightly embarrassed expression.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said, “They’re fine. They asked me to give them their regards. They were all very worried about you.”
"Oh, right, you didn't know I moved, did you? My new home is in Xinxiang Community."

"Moved? I didn't know. Actually, I really loved Sister Li's house. I was so
happy staying there for the few days. I even said I'd stay at her place again when I go to Zhonghai." Song Lin's beautiful eyes shone with longing.

"The new place is nice too. It's so lively now, and much more spacious than where I lived before. You
can stay at my place when you go to Zhonghai, no need to stay in a hotel." Zhang Ziwen looked at her longing eyes and couldn't help but
extend an invitation.

"Okay. Hehe... It's a deal then, I'll stay at your place when I go to Zhonghai, hmph, I'll stick with you." Song Lin made
a mischievous face and said, "By the way, what do you mean by 'lively'?" The clever girl noticed a grammatical error; how could it be 'lively' when only three people lived there? "Well... well... it just means there are two new members in the house now.
"

"When she asked, Zhang Ziwen really didn't
know what to say.

"She's a great beauty, isn't she? Hey, Zhang Ziwen, what did I say to you when I left? Humph, you forgot?"
Song Lin's womanly intuition was extremely accurate.

"...What...what did I say?" Zhang Ziwen really couldn't remember. He only knew that the day she left was the most
awkward time for him.

"...I knew you had no conscience." Song Lin pouted: "...Didn't I tell you not to get another
woman ? You didn't take my words to heart at all."

She seemed to have said something like that. Zhang Ziwen was a little embarrassed. It seemed that he had no control over this matter.
Two great beauties had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"You big pervert, I think about you every day, but you're looking for other women. You've already forgotten about me, haven't you?" Song
Lin pouted and vented her dissatisfaction. She really had been thinking about him every day since she left him.

"No...I haven't forgotten...I'm still thinking about you." Zhang Ziwen felt a sudden panic. Her words had a
different meaning.

"Really?" "You really thought of me?" A hint of joy appeared in Song Lin's beautiful eyes.

"Really, I've been playing your songs in my car the whole time, I'm not lying to you." Zhang Ziwen was very honest.

Song Lin stared at him with her beautiful eyes. Zhang Ziwen's eyes were clear, and he wasn't lying. She felt a surge of joy in her heart...
"

...By the way, how many security personnel do you have here now?" Zhang Ziwen felt flustered by her gaze and
quickly changed the subject, which made him feel a bit awkward.

"...About 20, I think, but I'm not sure exactly." Song Lin came back to her senses.

"I see..." Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and said, "...Too many security personnel is pointless.
Let's leave four of the more capable ones to come with us to Busan. We don't need to stay here anymore; we'll move to a hotel later."

"Okay, whatever you say, is staying at a hotel in the city center okay?" Song Lin agreed without hesitation. With him around,
she felt much more at ease.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and nodded, saying, "Sure, any hotel is fine, but we need to book a suite." "

Hehe... I'm so bored! Can I go shopping? Can I go out for some good food?" Song Lin looked on
expectantly; she'd really been feeling restless lately.

"Sure, no problem. As long as you're not afraid of being recognized, do whatever you want." Zhang Ziwen smiled. This
girl was still like a child.

Song Lin cheered and jumped up from the sofa. She was overjoyed. She had witnessed Zhang Ziwen's
abilities . With his approval, what was there to worry about? This silly boy had brought her freedom. The happy little bird flew towards
Zhang Ziwen, but it was enough to make Zhang Ziwen blush and feel his heart flutter. He could never dodge a beautiful woman's advances
, and besides, he didn't want to...

The Jinghua Great Wall Hotel was located on the East Third Ring Road, near the embassy district, only a 10-minute drive from the city center and 15
minutes the airport. The location and transportation were excellent. When Song Lin was looking for hotels on her computer,
Zhang Ziwen had specified this hotel. This 5... The star-rated hotel frequently hosts international celebrities, so its security level is relatively high.
With Zhang Ziwen, Song Lin's top-notch bodyguard, her safety is absolutely guaranteed.

After exiting the elevator on the 16th floor, Zhang Ziwen accompanied Song Lin to a suite. The suite wasn't expensive, costing 8888 yuan per night. The suite was luxuriously
decorated , and Song Lin was very satisfied with the facilities. The other four bodyguards were assigned to
two other deluxe standard rooms, while the agent, Song Cai, had a room to himself. He himself would stay
in Song Lin's suite that night, providing 24-hour close protection from the moment he arrived.

Song Lin had no objections to Zhang Ziwen's arrangements; she simply wanted to spend the night alone with him. Inside the suite, a
hint of shyness lingered. On her phone, she could boldly and flirtatiously 'confess her feelings' to Zhang Ziwen, but actually being alone with
this lecherous man made this pure and innocent girl's heart race. A mixture of
joy, shyness, and anticipation stirred within her…

Zhang Ziwen, however, hadn't considered her feelings. He was now entirely focused on Chuang Lin's safety. A threat lurked in the shadows; he couldn't afford to be careless. Upon entering the room, he had already installed alarm devices
at every window and key location . Money talks; Zhang Ziwen's self-purchased security system was more than capable of handling any external intruders. Now… He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his earpiece allowing him to maintain . He clearly defined his role as a bodyguard, a bodyguard protecting a woman… As night fell, the entire city of Jinghua was enveloped in a sea of lights. This political and cultural center of the nation began its dazzling nightlife. At this moment, Song Lin was indeed a bit like a child who hadn't grown up. After enjoying a sumptuous seafood meal with Zhang Ziwen, she pestered him to accompany her shopping. Disguised, she wasn't afraid of being recognized, especially since Jinghua was full of celebrities; even if she were recognized, it wouldn't cause a scene. After shopping but buying nothing , still wanting more, Song Lin pestered Zhang Ziwen again… Wen, she wanted to go to a bar. Actually, she didn't usually have much of a nightlife, but tonight, for some reason, she was particularly excited and wanted to have fun. Maybe it was because she had been cooped up for too long , or maybe it was because Zhang Ziwen was her protector. In any case, she didn't want to go back to the hotel yet... Chapter 182 Silent and Unhappy The car stopped in the parking lot outside the Jianguomen Saite Hotel. Amidst a series of security announcements in his earpiece, Zhang Ziwen led Song Lin into the hotel. Four bodyguards were already positioned between the hotel and the car, moving with Zhang Ziwen and Song Lin. These bodyguards possessed considerable security expertise, and under Zhang Ziwen's close supervision...

Under the intensive instruction, they worked seamlessly with Zhang Ziwen, a super expert.

Upon entering Banana, a famous nightclub in Jinghua City, Zhang Ziwen was immediately overwhelmed. The extravagantly
luxurious European-style lobby was astonishing, and the digital projections were far more interesting than the music.
Banana was indeed a miracle in Jinghua. According to Song Lin, it was the largest and most
successful , a legendary club with a thousand members that had maintained its popularity in Beijing for eight years. This
functional information platform, combining entertainment, leisure, a fashionable club, and dance, continuously attracted visitors from all over the country
and even internationally.

Seven years ago, someone said there were three must-see places in Beijing: the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, and Banana.
You might scoff, perhaps due to limited understanding. But if entertainment venues had ISO
international certification, Banana would undoubtedly be the industry model, inspiring others to follow suit. Only here will you
truly understand what a real club is. It boasts the scale of a top-tier club for a thousand people,
yet retains the sophistication of a small bar or disco. Its decor and every aspect far surpasses similar clubs in Europe. It
hosts various parties and fashion shows, and is also a grand stage for performances. Many well-known domestic and international
artists have performed live at Banana.

It was also one of the first clubs in China to host an international DJ rave party. Here, you
'll truly feel how close you are to superstars on screen. The Banana 999 VIP room was once
the exclusive private room of superstar Leslie Cheung.

The night is free and alluring. At a grand party like Banana, you don't need to deliberately get to know anyone. All
you have to do is immerse yourself in it and enjoy the pleasure and climax brought by the music and dance. Here, you're sure
to get what you want.

Entering the pre-booked luxury private room, the pure and innocent girl ordered a Bloody Mary, a drink with a wild and ambiguous flavor,
while Zhang Ziwen stuck to his unchanging Chivas Regal mixed with green tea. The room seemed a bit warm. After two drinks, Song Lin
took off her long coat. It seemed she had come prepared; underneath, she was wearing a spaghetti strap dress, which appeared
to be slightly shorter than a typical dress. Her long, sexy, stockinged legs were beautifully exposed before Zhang Ziwen
's eyes, incredibly tempting. Zhang Ziwen picked up his glass and took a small sip, too embarrassed
to linger his gaze on her stockinged legs any longer.

"Hehe... you silly goose, let's go clubbing." Song Lin leaned closer to Zhang Ziwen, her breath sweet and fragrant.

"...I... I don't know how..." Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard; her body fragrance was intoxicating.

"It's okay, hee... I'll teach you, come on..." Song Lin pouted and swayed her
arm around his.

Damn, he was right next to her! Zhang Ziwen felt the elasticity of her breasts and couldn't take it anymore. He quickly stood up;
if this continued, he'd be too embarrassed to stand up again.

The disco was already packed. The deafening music stimulated the nerves of the club-goers. Men and women on
the dance floor writhed wildly to the rhythm, seemingly releasing endless desires. Their head-shaking and waist
-twisting movements were unrestrained and exaggerated.

Here, Song Lin seemed completely unconcerned about being recognized. She
dragged into the crowd, while the four bodyguards stood firmly in their positions on higher ground. If anything unusual happened, they would notify
Zhang Ziwen, who was protecting Song Lin, through their earpieces. Zhang Ziwen's communication system was top-notch; the vibration of his throat transmitted the call,
so even the loudest speakers wouldn't affect the listening quality. This famous club seemed to have many celebrities,
and naturally, there were plenty of bodyguards. Standing on higher ground, it was practically the bodyguards' domain. Looking up, all around
were serious-looking men in suits, unaffected by the frenetic music.

Zhang Ziwen stood in the center of the dance floor, somewhat bewildered. His suit and attire clashed terribly with the frenzy of the dance floor
. He stood there dumbfounded, because aside from his exceptionally graceful killing moves, when it came to
entertainment , he was utterly clueless. He could only watch as Song Lin flaunted her supple waist before him…

The music changed, the lights changed, becoming hazy and ambiguous. A
seductive mingled with the music. The music shifted to a rhythmic, slow
-paced vibe, and Song Lin clearly had a remarkable understanding of this style. Her supple body became unrestrained, her movements seductive. She
spun gracefully around Zhang Ziwen, her eyes provocative, a faint fragrance wafting through the air. Zhang Ziwen could feel the fiery release
within . Dance can stimulate desire, and Zhang Ziwen was already aroused. She controlled him,
making bold moves. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and a long, slender leg in stockings wrapped around
his waist. A sexy dance? A pole dance? Zhang Ziwen had heard and seen these words before, but he never expected
this pure and innocent girl to mistake him for a pole. He was a little dumbfounded. Could this be the real her?

The music was ambiguous and hazy. It seemed that Zhang Ziwen wasn't the only pole; some passionate men and women around them had already
started showing off their stimulating and sexy dances. The only difference was that the other poles moved, while Zhang Ziwen seemed to have become
the real pole, completely still. He really couldn't move, and he didn't dare to move, because she was pressed too tightly against him. The slightest movement
would cause awkward friction. It was tiring, awful. Sweat was pouring down Zhang Ziwen's forehead...

"...Do you like it? You big fool?" Song Lin whispered sweetly in his ear. Her voice was cloying, and her
body continued to sway seductively.

"I fucking love it," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. Not liking it would be a disease, but he could only say it in his heart.
His hands supported her soft waist to maintain her balance. He could only stand there, enjoying this ambiguous stimulation,
because her private parts were pressed against a very indecent place, the rubbing stimulation, the bold and innocent maiden.

"...You bad boy...you...are reacting..." Song Lin gasped, whispering this alluring
murmur in his ear. Her arms tightened around him, her beautiful eyes revealing a hazy look.

Zhang Ziwen was aroused, his lower body was aroused. She was really bold. Faced with her blatant provocation, he moved.
He had to teach this fiery girl a lesson. He pressed his lower body, only in this way could he get greater stimulation. The soft
touch sent a shiver down his spine, indeed stimulating...

Song Lin let out a heart-stirring moan. She felt him touch her most sensitive spot.
In that spot, one of her beautiful legs was wrapped around him, giving him easy access. The elegant and luxurious posture allowed for maximum
stimulation . Her supple waist pressed against him with his thrusts, twisting and caressing, she nakedly welcoming this
deadly pleasure. Her movements were somewhat frenzied, but in the dance floor, this was nothing; the men and women around them were already wild,
and the music was gradually taking over the rhythm…

“Hunter! Hunter! Something’s wrong! A man is approaching inappropriately!” a clear call came through the earpiece.

Zhang Ziwen tightened his grip on Song Lin, his eyes sharpening. His actions were
misinterpreted by Song Lin as his lustful desires. Her movements quickened, becoming more frenzied, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her.
She felt herself nearing her climax, she had reached the most crucial moment…

He caught it, locked on. Zhang Ziwen's gaze locked onto a young, long-haired
man . He was handsome, dressed casually, his eyes gleaming. He stared
intently at Song Lin's frenziedly twisting body, his gaze fixed on her. Zhang Ziwen endured … Despite the agonizing pleasure in his lower body, he subtly pulled Song Lin to his side,
shifting his position to protect her. His lower body remained pressed against her sensitive spot, unaffected by her
erotic enjoyment. His muscles tensed and hardened at opportune moments, the hardness driving Song Lin wild. Her body
trembled; the stimulating peak of pleasure struck her. She clung to him tightly, her entire body trembling,
her breathing rapid. Hot breath from her mouth filled Zhang Ziwen's ear, mingled with her seductive
moans of ecstasy. ...

Just as Song Lin reached her climax, a hand reached for her. The long-haired man's expression twisted slightly; his
eyes glared fiercely at Zhang Ziwen, but quickly, his gaze shifted to pain. His hand, reaching for Song Lin, froze,
already firmly gripped by Zhang Ziwen. Zhang Ziwen wrapped one arm around Song Lin's slender waist, while his other hand, holding her wrist, executed
a graceful arc, forcing the long-haired youth to turn his back. His captured hand was pressed tightly against his
back, at just the right height; the slightest movement would bring excruciating pain. He had already cried out in agony... The music from the vibrating screen
drowned out his cries of pain…

This person wasn't the target; Zhang Ziwen didn't go all out. He simply skillfully controlled this uninvited guest, all
his movements subtle and discreet, so as not to disturb Song Lin, who was at the crucial moment
. He maintained his ambiguous posture, waiting for Song Lin's trembling body to calm down, because he knew she
had reached her climax. At this moment, he wouldn't disturb her. The thrill and passion were intertwined, but his own
lower body remained stubbornly erect, causing him intense discomfort…

“…You bad boy…I…I like it so much…” Song Lin whispered sweetly in Zhang Ziwen's ear,
unaware of the abnormality.

Gradually recovering, Song Lin's body was still a little weak. The silk-stockinged legs that had been wrapped around his waist had come down.
She leaned weakly against Zhang Ziwen's chest, not wanting to move anymore. At this moment, she felt his hands tighten around her.
“No, I'm out of strength,” Song Lin cried out inwardly, because she felt the bulge between his
legs . Had he not come yet? "He's so strong," Song Lin thought, blushing.

Zhang Ziwen, who had been holding Song Lin's waist, shifted his body slightly. Song Lin had misunderstood again, because he had already
seen several burly men in suits rushing towards them. They were probably bodyguards for the person he was controlling. This
long-haired handsome man seemed to have some influence. Zhang Ziwen's expression was unusually calm, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp. Now, no matter
who , anyone who dared to intrude within a meter of him would be dealt with without hesitation. This super bodyguard and steel pipe wielder
would resolutely carry out his duty of protection at this moment, and he wouldn't give in even if the King of Heaven himself came.

One of the burly men in a suit quickly rushed forward. Within a meter, Zhang Ziwen gently pulled the long-haired man's hand away,
giving him a full embrace. At the same time, Zhang Ziwen, still holding Song Lin's delicate body, quickly retreated. There were five men
in total ; he needed to find a position where he wouldn't be surrounded.

Song Lin, startled by his sudden movement, let out a soft cry: "...What's wrong?" As soon as she finished speaking, she
realized something was amiss.

A man in a suit lunged forward with swift movements. Zhang Ziwen deftly sidestepped Song Lin, dodging
the powerful attack. Simultaneously, Song Lin's four bodyguards flanked from both sides. As the attacker
Zhang Ziwen had dodged prepared to launch a second attack, one of Song Lin's bodyguards blocked
his path. Both were dressed in suits, both were bodyguards; the opponent was formidable. The two opposing bodyguards remained vigilant,
not rushing to attack.

"Chen Hao, what are you doing? Tell your men to stop!" Song Lin shouted at the long-haired man; she
clearly recognized him.

"Stop, all of you stop," the long-haired man, called Chen Hao, obediently replied.

At the same time, a group of men in suits quickly surrounded them from all directions. Judging from their name tags, they were probably the club's security
personnel. These men reacted quickly and promptly, noticing the anomaly. However, the music did not stop, and
the men and women on the dance floor seemed completely unconcerned about what was happening, or perhaps they hadn't even noticed yet. They
continued to dance their exciting warm-up dances as usual. Several couples appeared to be trembling, having reached the peak of their pleasure...

Chen Hao was indeed someone important. The club security personnel leading the group seemed to know him well.
After exchanging , they led a large group of people away from the dance floor.

Back in the private room, Song Lin sat angrily on the sofa. Chen Hao, shameless as ever, had followed her
in . Zhang Ziwen didn't scold her for stopping him, but simply ordered his men to keep several of Chen Hao's bodyguards outside,
leaving only the three of them in the room. Zhang Ziwen sat on the sofa between Chen Hao and Song Lin,
keeping …

Chapter 183 Song Lin is very aggrieved and speechless.

Chen Hao was clearly unhappy with Zhang Ziwen standing between him and Song Lin at this moment, so he asked Song Lin,
"Who is this guy? Is he your bodyguard? Tell him to get out." His tone was ridiculously arrogant.

Song Lin didn't listen to him and said angrily, "Who he is is none of your business. You're the one who should get out."

Chen Hao's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "Me get out? What do you mean? Miss Song, you wouldn't
treat me like this, would you?"

"How have I treated you? How do you think I should treat you?" Song Lin's voice was a little cold.

"You..." Chen Hao suddenly stood up, pointing at Song Lin, unable to utter a word for a long time. His handsome
face was deathly pale; he was clearly furious.

At the same time Chen Hao stood up, Zhang Ziwen also stood up, stopping him from pointing at Song Lin.
"Come on," Zhang Ziwen said expressionlessly, "Don't you know it's impolite to point at people?"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you stop me?" Chen Hao pointed his finger at Zhang Ziwen.

"If you keep spewing such vulgarities, believe me, I'll throw you out." Zhang Ziwen stared at him, his
tone cold.

"You...you dare..." Chen Hao felt a little uneasy. This man, who seemed to be a bodyguard, had such sharp eyes.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen confront Chen Hao, Song Lin quickly stood up and pulled Zhang Ziwen, saying, "...Let's
go, there's no point in arguing with him."

"No...don't go...Miss Song." Chen Hao panicked when he heard Song Lin was leaving, his eyes showing reluctance.

"Chen Hao, I'm telling you one last time, there's nothing more to say between us. Let's not
see each other ." Song Lin finished speaking and took Zhang Ziwen's arm, walking towards the door.

"Miss Song...Miss Song..." Chen Hao panicked and quickly stepped forward to stop Song Lin.

Zhang Ziwen stopped in his tracks, staring at him. His body shielded Song Lin; if this guy dared to approach, he
would definitely attack without hesitation. He had already
tolerated .

Chen Hao stopped in his tracks. Zhang Ziwen's eyes were cold. He had experienced Zhang Ziwen's methods before.
Smart people learn from experience, and Chen Hao was clearly one of those people, because his arm was still
throbbing.

"Forget it, let's go..." Song Lin sensed Zhang Ziwen's anger, gently tugged at him, and then
said to Chen Hao, "...Don't follow me, don't ruin any good impression I have of you." After saying that, Song Lin
pulled Zhang Ziwen and quickly walked out of the private room...

It was late at night, but there were still many cars on the road. The capital city was still bustling and noisy in the middle of the night. Zhang Ziwen kept
looking at the bright and beautiful night view of the capital city outside the car. For some reason, he always felt uncomfortable.
Song Lin was also staring out the window, seemingly admiring the night view, but her face was red, and she didn't know what she was
thinking ...

From the lobby of the Great Wall Hotel to the suite door, everything was carried out according to the security procedures. Before entering the suite,
Zhang Ziwen went in first to check, and only then did he invite Song Lin into the room. The other four bodyguards would take turns
guarding all night.

Zhang Ziwen sat on the sofa in the suite's living room, lit a cigarette, and frowned slightly.
Someone had entered the room while they were out, and his intuition told him the person wasn't just a hotel
employee. It seemed the hidden prey was no ordinary person, and Zhang Ziwen sensed their skills
were likely comparable to his own. Things seemed a bit tricky.

"You...you're unhappy?" Song Lin, sitting beside him, noticed Zhang Ziwen's troubled expression.

"...No." Zhang Ziwen smiled faintly. He didn't want this girl to know, lest she
be frightened .

"You say you're not? Are you angry with Chen Hao?" Song Lin pouted; he clearly had something on his mind.

"Chen Hao?" Zhang Ziwen paused, then smiled and asked, "Who's that guy? He seems a bit arrogant."

"He...is the son of Vice Minister Chen. He's been...has been pursuing me..." Song Lin finished, her
beautiful eyes observing Zhang Ziwen's expression.

"Vice Minister Chen? What minister?" Judging from Chen Hao's demeanor and tone, Zhang Ziwen could roughly guess that
Chen Hao's background was not low.

“Ministry of Education…” Song Lin pouted, Zhang Ziwen’s question had missed the mark.

Zhang Ziwen chuckled and said, “Ministry of Education? No wonder
this the Minister of Education isn’t very successful in educating his son, hehe…”

“Ugh, I’m telling you Chen Hao is pursuing me, why are you bothering with his father’s education?” Song Lin
was a little angry.

“…Chen Hao is pursuing you? Seems like he didn’t succeed, huh? Hehe, you seem to be giving him no face.” Zhang Ziwen
chuckled, remembering her tone towards Chen Hao in the private room.

“What’s so funny? He’s pursuing me and you’re laughing? You’re so annoying.” Song Lin pouted, shouldn’t this guy be nervous about
being pursued? He’s actually laughing. She was annoyed by
Zhang Ziwen’s reaction.

“What’s wrong with you?” Zhang Ziwen was taken aback, he didn’t understand why Song Lin was throwing a tantrum. Had he said
something wrong? But this girl’s angry little face was actually quite cute.

“I’m not talking to you anymore, you blockhead.” Song Lin rolled her eyes at him.

"Hehe... I'm not going to talk about it anymore, I'm going to take a shower first." Zhang Ziwen stood up.
When things got complicated with her, the best way was to slip away.

"Wait..." Song Lin also stood up.

What is it now? Zhang Ziwen looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"...Let me...I'll go shower first..." Song Lin's voice was a little shy, and
a blush . Incredibly charming.

Looking at her charming expression, Zhang Ziwen felt his throat go dry. Tempting, his heart fluttered, but he was
also a little puzzled. Why did this girl have such a seductive expression?

"...Don't look at me like that, it's all your fault, you're so bad, Zhang Ziwen, you're so annoying..." Song Lin's pink
face was flushed, and she punched his chest with her small pink fist, unable to stand his strange and slightly lewd gaze.

God, this is killing me, Zhang Ziwen couldn't take it anymore, Song Lin's current appearance was absolutely captivating. Her face
was so beautiful , and her shy and coquettish tone made his heart pound wildly, but he really didn't understand what was wrong with her?

The more confused Zhang Ziwen seemed, the more Song Lin believed he was faking it. She was too ashamed to face anyone and could only burrow into his
arms . His wooden gaze was incredibly embarrassing, and the sticky feeling below was unbearable—an discomfort that
had already been present in the car.

With her fragrant body in his arms, Zhang Ziwen unconsciously wrapped his arms around her soft waist. He
didn't understand her shyness, nor did he have the energy to ponder it, because he already felt his desire aroused, and his lower
body was subtly changing.

Song Lin felt it, a very clear feeling. That lecherous man was tormenting her again. Her fragrant lips approached his
ear , her breath sweet and sweet: "...You lecherous man...you made me uncomfortable...and now you want it again?" Song Lin
was incredibly embarrassed after saying this; the room lights were too bright.

What did he mean by that? "I made you uncomfortable?" Shouldn't it be "you made me uncomfortable"? Zhang Ziwen tilted his head back
, looking at her with a wronged expression, his lower body also expressing strong dissatisfaction. The slight tilt of his upper body made his lower body even more intimate
…

Song Lin couldn't resist his enthusiasm, her breath sweet and fragrant: "...Don't...do this...I'm
already ...oh...I...I need to take a shower..." Song Lin blushed and struggled to break free from his
embrace.

Zhang Ziwen looked at Song Lin, who had left his arms, with a bitter expression. "You're the one who snuggled into my arms, and you're the one who doesn't want to.
What time is it for you to need a shower?" Zhang Ziwen was on the verge of collapse; this girl's unusual behavior was truly
incomprehensible .

"...Ugh, don't look at me like that...I'm ignoring you..." Song Lin ran away. She couldn't help but run away;
her body was too weak to stand, and the uncomfortable feeling in her underwear urged her to go to the bathroom.

Song Lin stayed inside for a while. Zhang Ziwen leaned back on the sofa, smoking. This girl was a bit strange.
She could flirt boldly with him on the phone, and passionately tease him in the dimly lit dance floor,
but when she was actually facing him, she was so shy, the blush on her face never subsiding. That was genuine
shyness, Zhang Ziwen could tell. Women, ah, he just couldn't understand them. He couldn't comprehend what women were thinking these days.
After being surrounded by women for so long, he was still incredibly clueless.

Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but compare Song Lin to the women at home. Song Lin's fiery passion captivated him,
but after the comparison, Zhang Ziwen felt guilty. The women at home were already enough of a headache, and now there was Song Lin too?
Zhang Ziwen didn't dare to think further; his mind was in a bit of chaos…

She came out, and Zhang Ziwen's eyes lit up. What did it mean to be a lotus emerging from the water? She was right there. A
sexy bathrobe clung softly to her body, making her alluring figure appear incredibly seductive. Her freshly bathed
, pink face had a captivating blush, and her beautiful, watery eyes looked at him with a mixture of shyness and joy. The stunning
beauty, fresh from her bath, slowly walked towards him. Her alluring fragrance already filled his nostrils. Zhang Ziwen sniffed
, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. This girl was too captivating.

"...What are you staring at? It's your turn to shower." Song Lin avoided his burning gaze, secretly pleased. She
read a fascination in his eyes.

He really needed to shower; Zhang Ziwen was feeling awful and needed to go to the bathroom to cool down. He didn't want to overstep his bounds. He
already had enough women at home, and he was afraid he might do something even more inappropriate with Song Lin. He would
n't be able . Stop it. His ambiguous and absurd relationship with her already made him feel guilty
towards the women at home. Don't forget, he was a temporary bodyguard, not here to seduce women. Zhang Ziwen obediently got
up and walked towards the bathroom, a place where he could temporarily calm his mind…

Now, completely naked, Zhang Ziwen regretted going into the bathroom. The bathtub was full of
clean water that Song Lin had filled for him, but on the inner side of the tub were her personal items. Her
pink seemed to have suspicious stains, a strong fragrance, and appeared unwashed. They were clearly placed there.
What did this mean? Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded. This was clearly a seduction, a blatant attempt to tempt him. His
face burned with embarrassment. This girl knew his private matters! Even though he was alone in the bathroom, he wanted to
disappear into the floor, utterly humiliated by her prank.

The alluring, sexy trinkets beckoned to him, and Zhang Ziwen couldn't resist. However, he changed his usual
approach. He washed the fragrant
items before, and now that Song Lin was receiving the same treatment, he had to wash them. Leaving them there was too conspicuous; he really
didn't want to add any more suspicious traces of himself to them…

The bedroom light was soft and ambiguous. When Zhang Ziwen, wrapped in a towel, walked out of the bathroom, he saw Song Lin
already lying on the bed. Was she asleep? Zhang Ziwen approached the bedside. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her high
breasts rising and falling slightly, seemingly asleep. But Zhang Ziwen knew she wasn't asleep, because he saw
her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Not daring to provoke her, Zhang Ziwen tiptoed away from the bedside. This bed didn't belong to him,
nor did the alluring beauty on it. With a slight regret, Zhang Ziwen left. The sofa in the living room was
where he should be.

Damn it, where did he go? Song Lin opened her beautiful eyes. This shouldn't be the result, right? She
had prepared herself. Tonight, she wanted to give herself to this lecherous man. The provocative dance on the dance floor,
the allure of intimate objects by the bathtub—she had abandoned her reserve and made bold moves. Her goal was to make
herself his woman, to openly display her passion in front of him. These were all
preludes to giving herself to him, but all these preludes seemed to have had no effect.

Song Lin sat up, her beautiful eyes moist, glistening tears welling up. Why?
Her pride was hurt. Did he think she was a promiscuous woman? That he disdained to be with her? "I
...I did all this for you!" Song Lin felt so wronged. She was only so open in front of him
because her thoughts were simple: to show her most alluring side as a woman in front of her man. She
had already presented her privacy to him without reservation, and she believed that only he was qualified to appreciate it.
But he clearly had a passionate response, yet now he wouldn't go to bed with her. Why? Song Lin couldn't understand, she felt
wronged...

Chapter 184 Wrong Person to Confide In, Unhappy and Speechless.

Song Lin felt wronged, but Zhang Ziwen was also suffering. Despite taking a cold shower, he was still full of passion. He
liked Song Lin's passion for him. Zhang Ziwen felt a strange stimulation from her. This was a real
woman. He wanted Song Lin, but the matter between Mu Qing and Tang Shu was still unclear. Right now, he
was just getting by with them. Zhang Ziwen had experienced the pain of having too many women. He didn't know what to do. Currently,
he couldn't find any way to resolve his issues with women, let alone get Song Lin back. Go on, his little world
is really going to be in chaos, it already is...

Song Lin has been throwing tantrums these past two days. Aside from normal physical contact, he can forget about putting his arm around her
waist like before, and he can forget about hearing her sweet, coquettish voice. She's extremely dissatisfied with Zhang Ziwen's wooden reaction
. Now that she's back to her big star status, she's become reserved, even her normal conversations with him
have become very polite. This state of dissatisfaction continued until they got off the plane. Zhang Ziwen could only
ignore Song Lin's protests. He became very cool because he had to redefine himself as a bodyguard, not a bodyguard
...

Busan, the largest modern port city on the Korean Peninsula, boasts stunning scenery and a pleasant climate. It has South Korea's
largest beach and the most famous Bugok Hot Springs. Last year, Busan was honored to host
the APEC summit, leaving a deep impression on the attending world leaders. Now, the
city is about to host a grand film festival, attracting top stars from across Asia. The city is
ready to welcome guests from all over the world.

Zhang Ziwen and his entourage exited the airport, where film festival organizers were already waiting to greet them. Given Song Lin's
international influence, the organizing committee had specially arranged a Cadillac RV for her
use —a truly high level of treatment.

The Cadillac cruised smoothly along the wide roads. Looking out of the car, the atmosphere of the film festival was palpable
. Billboards and
huge Zhang Ziwen quickly spotted a giant poster for Song Lin's film. He smiled;
the stunning beauty on the poster seemed to be smiling at him. His vanity was stirred by her beauty. He always tried to
forget Song Lin's status as a superstar, but now he remembered. This adored star was sitting right next to
him he felt a slight surge of pride. Unfortunately, the star
was silently sulking beside him, angry that he had put his arm around the shoulder of this big guy while he slept on the plane
…

The Haeundae International Hotel, Busan's most luxurious and comfortable five-star hotel,
had been booked by Song Cai, who had arrived in Busan beforehand. As per Zhang Ziwen's request, it was a suite, while the four bodyguards and Song Cai stayed in standard rooms
on the same floor.

Song Lin surprisingly spoke fluent Korean. Following Zhang Ziwen's instructions, she declined the South Korean team's escort.
During her time in South Korea, aside from her private car, she didn't need any special treatment from the organizing committee. Her apparent humility earned her
high praise from the committee staff; this was true stardom, unlike those second- or third-rate celebrities who made demands.
They all felt this international superstar featured in Time magazine was much more approachable.

After showering, Song Lin changed into casual clothes. Her beautiful, flowing hair was casually tied back,
and she wore a baseball cap and sunglasses. She looked playful and cute. She walked up to Zhang Ziwen, snorting
. She didn't even want to call him by his name anymore; her temper was quite something.

Zhang Ziwen stubbed out his cigarette, glanced at her, and said, "Can't you rest a bit more after getting off the plane? Do you really
have to go out?"

"Yes, yes, I just want to go out. I'm suffocating inside with you, you big blockhead," Song Lin
huffed .

Zhang Ziwen had gotten used to her targeting these past two days. He decided to do less and say more, standing up and gesturing for her to proceed
.

Song Lin snorted, turning around with a flick of her head, her ponytail brushing unceremoniously against Zhang
Ziwen's cheek. She headed for the door first. Quite the temper! Zhang Ziwen smiled wryly and quickly overtook her,
blocking her path. Safety first; he wouldn't let her lead the way in or out of the house.

Although it was winter, the beach was still quite crowded, including many star-struck fans from other countries.
Some men and women were even chasing the tide barefoot, playing and splashing around, while most people were lounging on beach chairs
enjoying the winter sun…

Song Lin seemed to be infected by the playful atmosphere, so she took off her shoes and ran barefoot to chase the tide, playing
by herself . After a few runs, she was drenched in sweat, panting softly, her beautiful face flushed,
and she would occasionally let out a soft cry. She looked so happy that Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but want to join her in chasing
the tide…

When she couldn't run anymore, Song Lin returned to Zhang Ziwen's side, panting, mumbling indistinctly, "…
So tired…I'm exhausted." She fanned herself with her small hand, as if trying to cool off.

Zhang Ziwen smiled, picked up her shoes, and said, "There's a place to rest over there, let's go sit
for a while ." He then pointed to the observation deck near the sea not far away.

"Okay, you can carry my shoes. It feels so good to walk barefoot on the sand." Song Lin was in a great mood after playing around,
seemingly forgetting that they were still in a cold war.

Zhang Ziwen used a miniature communication microphone to notify four bodyguards nearby, instructing them
to choose seats at the observation deck...

The observation deck was large, with dozens of white tables and chairs, each with a brightly colored
parasol. Many tourists were already sitting there drinking coffee and enjoying the beautiful sea view. The bodyguards had found a good
spot , in a corner of the observation deck, with a wide view. They could not only enjoy the charming scenery but
also have a clear view of everyone on and off the deck—an excellent security location. After Zhang Ziwen and Song
Lin sat down, the bodyguards dispersed, each finding a seat nearby, forming a tight protective
net. Zhang Ziwen was satisfied with the quality of these bodyguards.

Zhang Ziwen took a sip of coffee, took out a cigarette and lit it. Not far away was the azure sea and the white
sand beach. Sitting opposite Song Lin, a stunningly beautiful woman, bathed in bright sunlight and with a gentle sea breeze,
Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of tranquility and joy. Looking at Song Lin's flushed face, Zhang Ziwen couldn't bear to look away
. She was truly beautiful…

"…Why are you staring at me like that?" Song Lin, thinking there was something on her face, reached up and touched her
delicate cheek.

"N-nothing…" Zhang Ziwen quickly looked away; staring at her like that was a bit inappropriate.

"Hmph, if you like looking, then look. Stop pretending." Song Lin quickly realized that her beauty had attracted his
attention, and felt a little smug. It seemed this blockhead still liked her beauty.

Having been noticed, Zhang Ziwen blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed. He didn't know why, but he
wasn't as casual with her as before. Back then, he could even spank her. Had he really become mature and reserved
?

"Hey... Big Wood, how are things between you and Xiao Shu now?" Song Lin had been pondering this for the past few days.
This guy was clearly a lecherous lecher, there must be a reason why he hadn't touched her. She naturally thought of Xiao Shu.

Zhang Ziwen was stunned for a moment: "Xiao Shu? She's doing well, she's been living with me."

"Living with you? You two... you two..." Song Lin was a little embarrassed to say it, and felt a little
sour . Even if he was living with Tang Shu, what right did she have to say anything?

“…What are you thinking? It's about living together.” Zhang Ziwen understood what she meant. Although living together didn't count,
the fact that he and Tang Shu had already been intimate made him feel a little embarrassed.

Song Lin said “Oh,” and looked away softly, saying, “…Xiao Shu is a good girl, I
like .”

Her tone carried a hint of sadness, which Zhang Ziwen could hear. He said softly, “Xiao Shu misses you a lot,
she likes you a lot too, and she likes listening to your songs and watching your movies.” Zhang Ziwen wasn't lying;
the CDs in the car were all bought for him by Tang Shu. She knew that Zhang Ziwen didn't listen to anything except Song Lin's music.

“…Then…what about you?” Song Lin's beautiful eyes returned to his face, and
she asked , “…Do you…like me?” A blush crept onto her beautiful face.

“Me?” Zhang Ziwen was stunned. This question was a little difficult to answer.

“…Never mind…I know you only have Xiao Shu in your heart, forget I asked.” Song Lin looked
away , her heart aching.

“…I…I like you…” Zhang Ziwen said softly. He sensed Song Lin’s sadness,
and he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t like her.

Song Lin’s body trembled slightly, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. She didn’t dare look at him, afraid he would see
her crying. His words struck her heart; these were the words she most wanted to hear. Now that he had said them,
she could hardly believe it was true.

“…Really, I really like you.” Zhang Ziwen added impulsively. He saw
the tears in the corners of her eyes, and his heart ached. He was willing to risk it; it was better to cause her more trouble than to make her sad.

“…I believe…I believe…” Song Lin turned her head to face him and smiled sweetly,
tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

“…Be good to Xiao Shu…Your words are enough.” Song Lin looked at him and said softly,
“…I will remember your words.” She felt helpless; she
knew very well the relationship between Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu.

"Xiao Shu is such a good girl, I'll be good to her for the rest of my life..." Zhang Ziwen's mind was filled with
Tang Shu's beautiful face, and his heart was filled with tenderness.

"I know, don't confess in front of me." Song Lin rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "You're
such a womanizer, you have Xiao Shu but you're still messing around with me, I hope you won't hurt other women in the future." Song Lin
was full of grievances, Tang Shu could be by his side, but what about her?

"Sigh..." Zhang Ziwen sighed and said, "...You're right, maybe I really am a womanizer,
now have another one by my side, thinking about it, I really feel sorry for Xiao Shu." Wasn't Mu Qing someone he had gotten involved with?

"Hmph, you wish, who's by your side?" Song Lin said stubbornly, thinking that Zhang Ziwen was talking about her.

Zhang Ziwen was stunned and said, "...Mu Qing lives in my house, doesn't that count as being by my side?"

"Mu Qing?" Song Lin's beautiful eyes widened, it was the first time she had heard this name.

"...You don't know her yet, but I really like that girl. I'll introduce you to her later. She
and Xiao Shu are living at my house now." Zhang Ziwen found Song Lin's reaction a bit strange.

Just how many women does this blockhead have? Song Lin couldn't believe her ears. She remembered
what he said at the villa that day—two new members in the house. She had felt at the time that they were women, but he had
changed the subject and hadn't pressed her for details.

"You big pervert, hmph, I didn't expect you to be such a womanizer. Honestly, how many women do you have now?
Aren't you taking advantage of Xiao Shu's kindness? I won't stand for it." Song Lin glared at him fiercely; she had to get to
the bottom of this.

Faced with the beautiful woman's questioning, Zhang Ziwen confessed everything, from meeting Mu Qing to the wedding heist. He
had struggled with these matters before and longed to confide in someone. Facing Song Lin, he involuntarily
poured out his heart about his relationship with Mu Qing. After speaking, Zhang Ziwen felt relieved. These words had been bottled up inside for too long,
and he had no one to confide in. Song Lin seemed like an ideal confidante because she had shared
her private matters with him before.

"...Then...then Xiao Shu isn't angry at all?" Song Lin seemed slightly pleased. Mu Qing's story
with . If she were in Tang Shu's shoes, she would have had no choice but to accept Tang Shu's
attitude.

"I don't know. I'm so upset. If she hadn't supported my wedding heist, I wouldn't have dared to do anything to betray her.
At most, I would have just taken her back and left. But when Mu Qing moved into my house, Xiao Shu didn't object. These two girls
have been getting very close lately." Zhang Ziwen also felt that Tang Shu was too kind; a little jealousy was good, it made him feel better.

"...Xiao Shu is really great, you big pervert! Having Xiao Shu is the best thing that ever happened to you. Humph, Mu
Qing is stubborn, it's not a bad thing that she's there to keep you in check. Maybe having another woman to keep you in check would be even better."
Song Lin seemed to see hope in Mu Qing as well.

Chapter 185 Keen Sense

"Don't talk so sarcastically, okay? The women in my house are enough to give me a headache." Zhang Ziwen glanced at Song Lin with dissatisfaction.
He vaguely felt that he had chosen the wrong person to confide in, and it seemed that trouble was coming.

"Hehe... a headache, huh? What if I move in with you in the future? Will you still have a headache?" Song Lin
smiled, she was testing him.

"...You move in with me?" Zhang Ziwen's head was already starting to ache. He couldn't imagine
what that would be like.

"What? Is that okay? You can let Mu Qing live there but I can't? Then I'll have to ask Xiao Shu, or maybe
Sister ." Song Lin thought of He Li from Da Shan, the big blockhead's sister, who really liked him.

"Fine, fine, whatever you want. Come stay if you like." Zhang Ziwen already felt like he'd landed
a hot potato; the word "like" was definitely not something to be said lightly. "Hmph, don't make it sound so forced, okay? Aren't you afraid of hurting my feelings?" Song Lin expressed her dissatisfaction

directly . Seeing Song Lin pout again, Zhang Ziwen quickly smiled and said, "I didn't mean anything by it. Don't get upset so easily. I really like you coming to my house. You can stay for the rest of your life." At the same time, he was thinking to himself, why does this girl make him feel uneasy when she's angry? "Okay, you said it yourself, so I'll listen to you. I'll stay for the rest of my life. When I go back to China, I'll move in with you." Song Lin seized the opportunity, stopped pouting, and even gave him a smile that could kill.

Looking at the beautiful woman's sweet smile, Zhang Ziwen's heart fluttered. Having such a big star and beauty in the house
wouldn't be bad. This girl also sang incredibly well; he could feast his eyes and ears alike.
Thinking this, Zhang Ziwen felt that her moving in wouldn't be a bad thing.

Song Lin saw him smiling and staring intently at her, feeling sweet inside, but still a little unable to bear
his overly direct gaze. She couldn't help but say coquettishly, "Don't look at me like that! It's annoying! We're
outside, people are watching. At home, you can look at me however you want..."

This coquettish rebuke didn't bring Zhang Ziwen back to his senses; instead, it made his heart skip a beat. Good
heavens , this girl was truly alluring to the core, so tempting! He wondered to himself,
how did she get the nickname "pure and innocent beauty"?

Seeing that he still wouldn't stop, Song Lin was about to protest when she suddenly noticed Zhang Ziwen's brows furrow slightly.
His lecherous expression instantly turned somewhat serious, a change so rapid that before she could react, his
expression shifted again to a natural smile. This very masculine smile made Song Lin's heart
race, and a shy blush rose involuntarily to her cheeks.

"Don't move, keep your natural smile. I can sense that guy's presence," Zhang Ziwen
said with a smile, his voice low but urgent.

"What guy? What presence?" Song Lin asked, confused, but her beautiful face still
wore a natural and charming smile as instructed, instantly displaying the demeanor of a big star—acting was Song Lin
's forte.

"Isn't it just that pervert who threatened you? Don't worry, with me there, that guy can't touch you," Zhang Ziwen said, his smile
unchanged .

Upon hearing this, Song Lin's mind flashed back to the horrifying bloody handprint, and her heart tightened slightly. But she quickly regained her composure.
With him there, she felt safe; she trusted him implicitly. Her expression remained a captivating
smile softly said, "...With you protecting me, I'm not afraid of anything. I entrust my life to you.
Promise me you'll protect me for the rest of your life, okay?" Song Lin's beautiful eyes filled with affection; she forgot her fear.

"I promise you, I'll protect you for the rest of my life," Zhang Ziwen promised. Facing her loving eyes,
his promise didn't need much consideration; it came out naturally.

Song Lin smiled, a sweet smile, her beautiful eyes overflowing with tenderness. She could hear the
sincerity in his words. Her nose tingled; she felt a pang of sadness. As a woman, what did her status as a big star and her reserve matter when she received
a promise ? Her lingering anxieties
vanished in an instant. At that moment, she made a true decision: she would integrate into Zhang Ziwen's social circle and
strive for Tang Shu's understanding and support. For her own happiness, she was even willing to give up
everything ...

Song Lin, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, was making her own happy plans. Zhang Ziwen, however, had no time to appreciate it. His peripheral vision
was constantly searching through the crowd on the beach, searching for that faint, cold glint—a cold glint emanating from someone's eyes
. Zhang Ziwen trusted his earlier intuition; such a feeling wouldn't arise without danger. He
sensed the danger, but that cold glint was fleeting. The person was definitely somewhere in the crowd on the beach; he could feel it.

Zhang Ziwen was incredibly patient, a faint smile always on his face. His attention was focused on
every corner of the beach, his peripheral vision meticulously scanning the crowd. Soon, his
smile deepened; he'd spotted a suspicious target. Impressive, this guy was really something. The target was a sand dune, a human-shaped
sand dune. In the dead of winter, many tourists had stripped naked and buried themselves in sand dunes. Zhang Ziwen sensed the danger emanating from that dune.

"Number 1, Number 3, you two get to the beach immediately. The sand dune 5 meters directly in front of the 12th beach. Take
control of the person inside. Be quick, and move discreetly," Zhang Ziwen commanded via his miniature communicator.

Zhang Ziwen's slight movements didn't escape Song Lin's ears. She looked at him—his calm expression, the cold shrewdness of a hunter
locking onto its prey, and his confident composure. She didn't disturb him, simply admiring
the man before her. This seemingly simple man, once he got down to business, was shrewd and intelligent. He really seemed like a different person,
no longer the carefree, silly guy, but he seemed to like every expression and gesture he made.
A dreamy look appeared in Song Lin's beautiful eyes…

Just as the two bodyguards hurried down the steps, Zhang Ziwen frowned slightly and called out into the miniature microphone,
“Number 1, Number 3, you can withdraw.”

“What’s wrong? What’s the problem?” Song Lin sensed something from his expression.

“Hehe… That guy is as cunning as a fox, he’s slipped away.” Zhang Ziwen smiled, watching the rapidly disappearing
figure , a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

“…Slipped away? And you can still laugh?” Song Lin felt like she was seeing him for the first time; she truly felt
she didn’t understand him at all.

“…If I don’t laugh, am I supposed to cry? But this guy won’t go far; he’ll naturally return obediently to our
beauty ’s grasp.” Zhang Ziwen’s tone was calm, trying to reassure Song Lin, but in reality, he had already
raised his defenses to the highest level. That guy wasn’t just simple; he was terrifying.

“…Ugh…you smooth-talking jerk.” Song Lin pouted, giving him a charmingly disdainful eye roll
. With Zhang Ziwen, her super bodyguard, around, she wasn’t nervous at all.

As night fell, dazzling neon lights flashed, radiating a mesmerizing glow. Busan, this modern
port city, was quickly enveloped in a sea of lights. On the balcony of a suite at the Haeundae Hotel,
a sumptuous feast was laid out on a long, white dining table. Zhang Ziwen and Song Lin sat facing each other, enjoying this rather
romantic dinner. To present her most beautiful self to her beloved man, Song Lin had specially chosen a light
blue evening gown for the evening, with a gorgeous shawl draped over her bare shoulders. Her naturally beautiful face, free of makeup, was stunning. Cheng, those
beautiful, affectionate eyes never left Zhang Ziwen's face, even as she drank. She couldn't get enough of him; he was truly a captivatingly handsome man
...

A gentle night breeze carried her intoxicating fragrance, which lingered around Zhang Ziwen's nostrils. Fine wine, a beautiful woman, and
the sea breeze—in this romantic atmosphere, Zhang Ziwen unusually restrained his eating habits. Seemingly refined, he
forked a small piece of steak and elegantly sipped his red wine, trying his best to appear incredibly handsome in Song Lin's eyes. He
truly loved her, so much so that he needed to pretend to be a refined and handsome man to leave a deeper impression.

This seemingly refined demeanor didn't last long. After the third glass of red wine, Zhang Ziwen suddenly made a
move that surprised Song Lin: the middle finger. Zhang Ziwen gave the vulgar middle finger, instantly
souring . The handsome man's true colors were revealed, and he immediately became a despicable scoundrel and hooligan. It was so vulgar that Song Lin couldn't help
but frown. Fortunately, she had seen him make this indecent gesture up close before, so she didn't get angry on the spot.
Instead, she looked in the direction his middle finger was pointing. It was the beach, dotted with lights. Many people
had pitched tents there. Pitching tents there wasn't romantic, but because Busan's hotels were fully booked due to the film festival, staying in
beach tents was a last resort for many tourists.

Song Lin stared at the beach for a long time but couldn't figure it out. She didn't understand why Zhang Ziwen
was making such a vulgar gesture in the dim light. She pouted and said, "...Are you crazy? That's way uglier than
that ."

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said, "It's not that I'm crazy, it's just that that guy keeps haunting me.
It . Let's go inside."

"Tch...you're making this up. You just like making things up. How do you know where that pervert is in the dark?"
Song Lin didn't believe him. Nobody in this world has night vision.

"Hehe...just pretend I'm making this up. Let's go inside. It's not good for people to keep watching us being romantic."
Zhang Ziwen smiled. He was too lazy to explain. Some things are pointless to explain.

"You're so annoying. Who's being romantic with you..." Song Lin said coquettishly, but her expression was shy and happy, making her look incredibly
charming.

"Stunning!" Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Another little vixen. He quickly stood up; he didn't want
his lecherous act being spied on. Song Lin's accusation that he was making things up was truly unfair. He hadn't seen it, but rather had a keen
sense of it. He felt it was being spied on through night-vision binoculars, and his middle finger gesture was spot on. Compared to before,
the feeling of being spied on immediately dissipated, but now it was back. Damn it, it's never ending!
Zhang Ziwen was furious, but also somewhat relieved. Luckily, it was a pervert. Perverts usually only use this kind of
harassment , unleashing their power at close range at the last moment, rather than using a headshot sniper rifle…

Soft music played in the room, lyrical and romantic. Song Lin lazily… Beside a speaker half her
height, she exuded charm. The flowing lines of her evening gown accentuated her curvaceous figure, beautiful legs,
and high heels , creating an extremely alluring look. Her eyes were slightly dreamy, with a hint of anticipation, as if she were waiting for something…

Even the dim-witted Zhang Ziwen knew the meaning behind her gaze. No normal man could
resist . Zhang Ziwen could no longer resist. In this moment, in this ambiguous state, how could he possibly refuse
the seductive invitation of such a stunning beauty?

Zhang Ziwen walked towards her with a smile, extending his hands to naturally encircle her soft, boneless
waist . Song Lin's delicate hands circled his neck. The couple, who had shared secrets
, danced gently to the rhythm of the music, quickly immersing themselves in their romantic and dreamlike world...

A subtle fragrance filled the room, and he held her warm, soft body in his arms. Looking at her terminally ill face so close to his, inhaling the
intoxicating fragrance of her breath, Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but move closer to her. He wasn't satisfied with just holding her; he
wanted to taste that intoxicating aroma...

Song Lin gently closed her beautiful eyes. As he drew near, her exquisite face tilted slightly upward, her soft
lips parted slightly. She had been waiting for his breathtaking tenderness, and it had arrived. She
felt the heat of his breath on her face. Was this a kiss? Her heart pounded as she felt a slippery,
teasing touch. Her fragrant lips couldn't resist the passionate caress. The moment she parted her teeth, that
slippery, skillfully and expertly slipped inside. She tried to pull away, but the slippery touch gave her no chance.
Her lip was quickly touched by the slippery touch—a wondrous sensation. Her lip tentatively flicked, and this flick provoked
his audacity. She felt the slippery touch brazenly entwining her lip. Her body trembled, her heart
pounded. His passion was released freely in her mouth, and their two slippery, soft tongues instantly intertwined. Under
his expert guidance, life... Her initial awkwardness gradually subsided, and she began to reciprocate, bravely and passionately responding to his
breathtaking tenderness…

This was her first kiss, the first kiss that fans worldwide had hoped would appear on screen, given to Zhang Ziwen. She was greedy,
responding ardently, licking and caressing him. She was lost in the moment, her passion almost overwhelming him, who was already intoxicated…

Chapter 186: Stealing a Moment of Leisure in

the Suite The bed in the suite was large and comfortable. The blockhead Zhang Ziwen, for the first time ever, got into her bed. Tonight, he would
spend this large bed with Song Lin, the alluring woman he played, engaging in intimate, ambiguous dances, and romantic, breathtaking kisses. Getting into
her bed seemed like the most natural thing in the world, everything was so natural.

Song Lin exuded an intoxicating fragrance after her bath. At this moment, she
nestled in his arms, wearing a comfortable, soft silk nightgown. Her beautiful face was slightly flushed, and her heart was beating a little fast. In the past few days,
when Zhang Ziwen hadn't slept in her bed, she felt a sense of loss and resentment. But tonight, when he finally
lay down in her bed, she felt nervous, a mix of joy, anxiety, and a hint of fear—a strangely
complex feeling.

Zhang Ziwen could feel her joyful heartbeat. Her fragrant, alluring body was in his arms, and this
feeling was almost unbearable. He was a normal man, and when a beautiful woman offered herself
to him, the reaction a normal man should have was obvious. It was an intense, agonizing, and painful feeling, a desperate need for release. But
not . He had to endure this agonizing mix of excitement and discomfort. Lying on the bed, he was fully clothed; this was his
only vulnerable defense against Song Lin.

Endurance is painful, but there's no other way. A formidable enemy might be lurking nearby, watching intently.
Who knows when they'll sneak in? Today's two brief encounters have already made Zhang Ziwen feel extremely threatened.
That perverted guy has begun his planned hunt, exerting invisible pressure on his prey.
All Zhang Ziwen can do is raise the security level to the highest, to the point of getting into her bed for close protection. Now
is the crucial moment of the contest. He can't afford the slightest mistake. Even if it weren't for protecting Song Lin,
he would still be in this room for any other reason, just sitting on a chair instead of the bed. But with Song Lin, his
confidante, he needs comfortable close protection. Sleeping on the bed is more comfortable than sitting on a chair. There's really no need
for formalities between them.

What was that big blockhead thinking? Song Lin's head rested comfortably on his chest. Why was
n't his heart beating as fast as when they kissed? Did her body really hold no attraction for him? No,
Song Lin's beautiful legs, which were wrapped around his waist, could feel his arousal, a strong bulge. The big pervert was
currently in a state of excitement. Heh... he... he still really wanted it... Song Lin's face flushed red, and
she playfully rubbed her smooth legs against him, trying to provoke him...

"Don't... don't move..." Zhang Ziwen tightened his grip on her delicate body. He used his legs to clamp hers,
controlling her teasing movements, but inwardly he was screaming for help, unable to resist this provocation.

"Why don't you want me to move... I'll do it anyway..." Song Lin breathed softly, her body twisting against his will,
determined to provoke him.

"...Be good, okay? Be good... don't move..." Zhang Ziwen couldn't take it anymore; the fullness of her breasts
pressed against his desire, and his inner screams were useless.

"...No, I'm going to move..." Song Lin was disobedient; her little hand boldly reached down. She wanted
revenge ; she wanted to catch the culprit who had made her change her underwear twice tonight.

"Shh..." Zhang Ziwen suddenly made a shushing gesture at her, his eyes sharpening.

Zhang Ziwen's sudden change in expression made Song Lin obedient; her outstretched hand stopped its next move.
Had he discovered her perverted movements again? She tensed up, the image of the perverted man harassing her flashing through her mind.
She was terrified…

Thank goodness, Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. He realized what her mischievous little hand was trying to do. If she had really grabbed
his private parts, things would have been difficult to handle tonight. This seemed to be the only way to stop her.
Zhang Ziwen reluctantly put on a little act. Now was definitely not the time for intimacy with her in bed. He couldn't afford to play games. Heaven knows
where that pervert was right now…

Dawn gradually broke, and sunlight quietly streamed into the room, into the tightly embracing couple on the bed. Zhang Ziwen
opened his eyes and looked at Song Lin, who was as docile as a kitten. Her adorable appearance stirred a tenderness in his heart. When she was quiet and not
mischievous, she was truly endearing. A gentle smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's lips. He had had a very difficult first half of the night,
feeling unbearably uncomfortable, but he had endured it. He slept very soundly in the second half of the night…

He wasn't actually that worried about the pervert outside, as long as the pervert… He would notice immediately if he were close,
but he really didn't want to be disturbed halfway through his good deed. The invisible pressure was outside, and Zhang Ziwen
could feel it. However, the prey was exceptionally cunning and clearly knew about the trap Zhang Ziwen had set. The pressure was constantly lingering,
perhaps even clinging to the sewer pipe. But at that time, Zhang Ziwen was resisting the temptation of the beauty and suffering
from the torment of lust. He was too lazy to get up and hunt. Given the prey's cunning, he probably wouldn't be able to hunt it down anyway. Letting that pervert
get some fresh air outside was better. Although he was uncomfortable, this sensual discomfort was much more enjoyable than
the pervert ...

Song Lin's delicate body moved slightly, and a soft moan escaped her throat. Her beautiful eyes opened slightly
, still a little sleepy. The allure of a newly awakened beauty was vividly displayed
before Zhang Ziwen's eyes. The man and woman on the bed locked eyes...

"...Big blockhead...you woke up early?" Song Lin's throat uttered a muffled, seductive sound, captivating the heart.

"Just woke up, time to get up, you have guests to see today." Zhang Ziwen's eyes softened as he looked at the
beauty .

"...Kiss me...kiss me before I get up..." Song Lin nestled in his arms, unwilling to move; the big, muscular embrace felt so
comfortable.

Zhang Ziwen smiled; he wouldn't refuse the beauty's request at this moment. He leaned down and gently kissed her
cheek .

"...I want more...kiss me here..." Song Lin pouted her irresistibly charming lips, she was being coquettish,
she was greedy, her beautiful face still flushed.

Song Lin was quickly satisfied; no man in the world could refuse such an irresistible request.
Zhang Ziwen's lips were imprinted with that sweet warmth, and at the same time, he heard her alluring moans. He felt her
passionate response, the lingering, sweet morning kiss was unforgettable. The bed seemed to be spinning, and the couple quickly lost themselves
in the passionate kiss…

The Cadillac RV drove smoothly along the wide, clean road, followed closely by a black
Hyundai . Inside the RV, Zhang Ziwen sat upright, while the stunning Song Lin sat opposite him.
There were also Korean personnel in the RV, and Song Lin's manager, Song Cai, was also sitting in the front. With outsiders present, Zhang Ziwen reverted to his role as
a super bodyguard; he couldn't make any overly intimate moves with her
, lest he damage the reputation of the pure and innocent star. However, this charming little imp, Song Lin, would occasionally tease and seduce him with her eyes. The Korean personnel, sitting
beside her, didn't notice her seductive actions. She constantly used her expressions to provoke the serious Zhang Ziwen,
making him want to laugh but dare not. He helplessly endured her playful teasing. At this moment, she even
slightly pouted her captivatingly soft lips, giving him a flirtatious expression as if she wanted to kiss him. Good heavens, Zhang Ziwen's heart was pounding in
his chest. He was almost overwhelmed by the girl's seductive charm. He swallowed hard, feeling helpless.

Song Lin's playful flirtatious gestures continued, but Zhang Ziwen's eyes were now fixed on the car window. He
noticed something unusual. The target was still far away, barely visible, but it didn't escape Zhang Ziwen's notice. The girl's playful
charm had distracted him from his duties as a bodyguard. His nerves were on edge, tense
yet enjoying the thrill. Soon, the target appeared in the traffic, becoming clearer and clearer.
A black shadow flashed past the cars behind—a motorcyclist. The motorcycle was overtaking the vehicles behind, and Zhang Ziwen could almost
hear the roar of a powerful engine.

The black Hyundai behind spotted the eerily fast motorcycle and consciously attempted to intercept it, but the motorcyclist's
skillful maneuvering rendered the Hyundai's blockade futile. Hovering left and right behind the RV, he was taunting them. It was this
guy ! Although the motorcyclist was dressed in a motorcycle suit and helmet, Zhang Ziwen recognized the perverted
target from his figure.

Zhang Ziwen's pupils contracted. He saw that the pervert had something new in his hand—a sharp killing
weapon . The gleaming axe blade emitted a blinding light in the sunlight. The motorcycle accelerated, getting closer. Zhang Ziwen's
muscles tensed, his expression becoming unusually calm. The axe was already raised…

The little rascal was still teasing him. Seeing Zhang Ziwen's serious expression, she became even more serious. He felt very…
"I'm impressed, I don't believe you can hold back your laughter." Her teasing intensified, her alluring eyes becoming even more seductive. She even
extended a tiny bit of her smooth, fragrant tongue, and the effect was immediate. Zhang Ziwen moved, pouncing on her like a hungry wolf. Song
Lin let out a soft cry; she regretted it. She hadn't expected this guy to be so easily provoked. With Han Fang by her side, Song Lin
resignedly closed her beautiful eyes. Faced with the wolf's attack, it seemed her innocent image was in jeopardy. She felt both joy
and nervousness.

The moment Song Lin closed her eyes, a soft cry escaped her throat. Her body felt incredibly heavy. In that instant,
the sound of shattering glass rang out, shards of glass flying everywhere. In the next split second, a gleaming axe spun
into the car at incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, the axe suddenly froze. A hand swiftly controlled the
incoming axe, and without any visible movement, the axe spun away, passing over the helmet that had been lowered,
flying in a bright arc into the distance. The motorcycle veered into another lane the instant the axe hit the ground, disappearing
without a trace. It was fast, incredibly fast, so fast that it was breathtaking. All the unexpected events
flashed : a cry, a shattered window, flying through the air. The thrilling scene ended in an instant. The danger subsided, and the car
returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. Only then did the Cadillac driver react, slowing down,
pulling over, and stopping.

Song Lin was still shaken, beneath Zhang Ziwen. As she struggled to get up, she felt a
warm, moist touch assault her lips. She was kissed, his lips swiftly captured. At the same time, she felt a large hand grab
her full breasts. The electric shock vanished instantly.
Before Song Lin could even process what had happened, the big guy was back in his seat. "This guy is so naughty!" Song Lin sat up , her face flushed
. Forgetting her fear, she stole a glance at the South Korean companion beside her. His eyes were fixed on
the shattered car window. Four bodyguards stood guard outside, their expressions tense and
serious.

"...It's alright now, drive," Zhang Ziwen calmly instructed the driver.

The Cadillac RV slowly started, quickly rejoining the traffic,
followed Who was this guy? In such a dangerous situation, he still had the audacity to assault her. His hands
had never dared to touch her breasts before! Song Lin felt a mix of shame, delight, and a slight annoyance at his lewd actions
. His hands were strong, and the electric shock was so brief that she couldn't even savor it. This was her
sacred and place; her breasts, touched by a man for the first time, still seemed to retain his strength. "You big
pervert!" Song Lin thought to herself, blushing, but it seemed too late.

Zhang Ziwen gazed at her blushing, delicate face and her captivating, complex eyes.
A hint of a smile flickered in his otherwise serious gaze. "Little rascal, this is what happens when you provoke your brother," he thought, a touch of smug satisfaction in his heart. His sneak
attack this thought had flashed through his mind the moment the perverted motorcyclist raised his axe.
The moment he completed his movements, before the axe struck, was also his moment to retaliate against her provocation. At this
moment taking advantage of her wouldn't be noticed by anyone, because only he was truly clear-headed…

Chapter 187 Bodyguard Duties

Zhang Ziwen knew that the perverted target's methods were merely a prelude, a prelude to the storm—
all expected. He wasn't worried at all. If the attack failed, the perverted killer would naturally retreat and disappear. He
could confidently and boldly violate the little rascal beneath him. His sneak attack on her was successful; it was also
punishment for her constant provocations. He absolutely couldn't let go of this tense, exciting, and sensual opportunity…

A VIP room in the Sheraton Hotel Inside the business hall, Song Lin's business negotiations with Hollywood Universal Pictures
had concluded. A large group of people emerged from the hall, and as they left,
Zhang Ziwen and four bodyguards quickly formed a protective circle around them. Song Cai was
walking and excitedly conversing with a chubby American man. Judging from Song Cai's animated expression, the two sides
had likely finalized a deal for a big-budget film. Meanwhile, Song Lin was quietly talking with a bespectacled, bearded American man
, presumably the director. Zhang Ziwen overheard the discussion of the new film in English, but he didn't
recognize the director. The American name "Spielberg" was meaningless to him. At that moment, his eyes
were only on Song Lin, the mischievous Song Lin who loved to tease him…

Night fell, the stars twinkled in the sky, and the wind seemed exceptionally gentle tonight. On a seemingly
quiet road, the entire road was blocked off by the police, with various luxury cars parked one after another. Along
the roadside , stretching as far as the eye could see, were luxury
cars and stars from all over the world. These expensive vehicles would soon carry their dazzling celebrities to the main venue not far ahead. A
long red carpet led directly to the main venue's entrance. These stars, dressed in their finest attire, would walk this red carpet,
receiving cheers and adoration from fans around the world. Glory and radiance would be concentrated on these stars; tonight, they would be
the most adored people in the world.

More than an hour before walking the red carpet, the stars stood in twos and threes outside their cars, chatting and laughing with familiar
faces. Song Lin was no exception, as she was the most popular star tonight. She seemed to
be surrounded of people. At this moment, she was wearing a light blue evening gown, the well-tailored dress highlighting her
exquisite figure. This evening gown looked familiar; she had worn the same one when Zhang Ziwen and she danced a romantic dance in the room
tonight. Song Lin wore the same evening gown to accept the award, because this gown held
special significance for her. In her heart, it was in this gown that Da Mu Tou stole her precious first kiss…
Zhang

Ziwen stood outside Song Lin's circle of celebrities. At this moment, in the eyes of these stars, he was just a cool
bodyguard , but his charisma was truly outstanding. His features were well-defined, and his starry eyes seemed particularly
clear and bright. A well-fitting dark blue suit accentuated his straight and athletic
physique. He had a star quality; even standing still, Zhang Ziwen was quite eye-catching. Some of the beautiful female stars
would occasionally steal glances at him. If it weren't for the earpiece he wore, revealing his bodyguard status,
they would definitely have thought he was a male celebrity from some country.

The few beautiful female stars surrounding Song Lin were quite reserved, whispering quietly
about the incredibly cool Zhang Ziwen.

"Song...is he your bodyguard?" A voluptuous woman with strikingly beautiful eyes
approached Song Lin and asked softly in Korean.

"Yes, he's my personal bodyguard," Song Lin replied modestly in Korean, her beautiful eyes
glancing affectionately at Zhang Ziwen standing about 5 meters away.

The voluptuous woman exclaimed dramatically, "...Your bodyguard is so handsome and cool! I wish I had
such a stylish bodyguard by my side!" Her tone was full of envy.

"Come on, you, Song Hye-kyo, do you really need a stylish bodyguard? Hehe...you don't want to beat up a bodyguard, do you? You
really want to find a boyfriend. Why don't you ask Song Lin to introduce that handsome guy to you?" A stunningly beautiful woman with a devilish
figure teased in Korean. Song Hye-

kyo objected immediately, "Fine, Kim Hee-sun, you dare to laugh at me? I've seen your eyes
lingering on that handsome guy for a while now. You actually want Song Lin to introduce you to him, don't you?" She then reached out to grab Kim Hee-sun.

"Hehe... still blushing... Song Hye-kyo is so shy..." Kim Hee-sun teased, giggling as she hid
behind Song Lin.

"Don't even think about it..." Song Lin reached out to stop the persistent Song Hye-kyo, laughing sweetly, "Hehe... that blockhead
bodyguard is already taken, he already has a woman he loves..." Song Lin felt a surge of
sweetness after saying that, wasn't she the woman he loved?

"Has a woman he loves?" Kim Hee-sun peeked her beautiful face from behind Song Lin, smiling at
Song Hye-kyo , "...You're out of luck, the beautiful lady has lost another chance at love."

"Hmph, you're talking about yourself, why does that sound so sour?" Song Hye-kyo retorted, trying to get past Song Lin
to catch the teasing Kim Hee-sun.

Two stunning beauties chased after Song Lin, their playful giggles and calls escaping her lips.
Several other beauties nearby joined in, helping Song Hye-kyo fend off Kim Hee-sun. These women forgot their inhibitions and
status; even Song Lin playfully joined the commotion. The beauties instantly erupted into laughter, a fragrant breeze wafting through the air, their
figures swaying wildly. For a moment, the scene was quite picturesque, attracting the attention of nearby male and female celebrities.
Zhang Ziwen, the one who started the commotion, remained coolly standing there, not even glancing at the beauties playing around. Watching the women
was not his job. His gaze seemed to casually wander the surroundings, but within a hundred meters
was his designated safe zone. Nothing unusual could escape his notice;
not even a fly could disturb Song Lin's playful antics…

8 At 1:50, at the urging of the organizing committee staff, the celebrities all climbed into their luxury vehicles.
Song Lin also got into the black Cadillac RV that the organizing committee had just arranged for her. She glanced at Zhang Ziwen outside the car,
a hint of reluctance in her beautiful eyes. She felt a little sorry for Zhang Ziwen. According to the rules of the organizing committee, apart from the
celebrities they were paired with, each car could only carry one celebrity. When the car approached the red carpet, all bodyguards could only
perform their protection duties behind the fans and reporters. After the celebrities got out of the car, they would walk onto the red carpet alone or in pairs to receive this
unique honor. From now on, all the bodyguards beside the celebrities could only run alongside the cars until
they turned into another road leading directly to the main venue. At the end of that road was the red
carpet ...

Zhang Ziwen sensed Song Lin's distressed look. He turned his head and gave Song Lin a reassuring smile, his eyes
telling her not to overthink it; this was what he should do. For her, he was willing to do anything.
Zhang Ziwen 's masculine gaze melted Song Lin's heart; she was deeply moved. This was a real man. Her heart trembled,
and she had an impulse to jump out of the car and throw herself into his warm embrace. At that moment, her beautiful eyes welled up with tears of emotion…

One by one, the luxurious and dazzling cars slowly started, each about 20 meters apart, their speed controlled at
around 30 miles per hour. The bodyguards in suits on both sides of the first 20 or so cars were already jogging alongside them. Soon, it was the Cadillac
carrying Lin's car that started and set off. As the car slowly started moving, Zhang Ziwen and four other bodyguards, one hand on
their earpieces, followed on either side. The slowly starting Cadillac gradually accelerated. Zhang Ziwen's pace quickened from a leisurely stroll to a brisk
jog as the Cadillac accelerated. His gaze was fixed ahead, his expression cool and collected. He ran
alongside Song Lin by the car window. Song Lin watched Zhang Ziwen jogging outside, gently wiping away the tears that had fallen from her eyes. Her
beloved man was right there outside the window, running beside her for her safety. Looking at Zhang Ziwen's agile
figure , a sweet, intoxicating smile flickered in her tearful eyes…

The main venue for the opening ceremony of Asia's largest film festival was located at Nampo-dong Plaza in Busan, South Korea. The
red carpet on both sides of the main venue was already packed with people. A large area on the left was reserved for reporters. All the
big stars stopped at the reporters' section, allowing a barrage of cameras to snap and flash. From this
position, these stars would watch television broadcasts to the world. The viewers of the live stream were showing off their most beautiful
and charming sides...

As the Cadillac turned the corner, Zhang Ziwen, who was jogging alongside the car, saw the familiar and spectacular scene. The area
around was already packed with people. Every time a car carrying a celebrity appeared, the crowd erupted in cheers and screams.
All the cameras were pointed at these cars, and flashes were going off everywhere. Even if you didn't know who was inside the car,
the flashes kept going off. A large number of police officers and volunteers were holding hands and forming several layers to stop the ever-surging
crowd...

Seeing this spectacular scene, Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but recall the scene when he took Mu Qing
out . Only, back then he and Mu Qing were sitting in the car, but now he was running outside the car. But this way
, he could feel the people's fervor even more, and the focus of attention had changed from him to Song Lin inside the car.

Zhang Ziwen didn't forget his duty. He used a miniature microphone to notify the other four bodyguards who were running,
telling them to be on high alert. The more chaotic the scene, the more careful they needed to be. Zhang Ziwen sensed that
the perverted threat would definitely appear tonight, and it would be a decisive, fatal blow. However, Zhang Ziwen couldn't figure out
under what circumstances the cunning psychopath would appear before Song Lin. From the moment Song Lin's car exited the intersection,
every second could bring a sudden change. Zhang Ziwen's nerves were on edge; he dared not let his guard
down for a moment…

Zhang Ziwen ran into the main road of the main venue with the slow-moving Cadillac. The streets were already filled with
cheering and screaming crowds, a dark mass stretching all the way to the end of the street, where Nampo-dong Gwanggaeto...
From afar, the venue was ablaze with lights, turning the night into day. Dozens of
enormous, colorful laser beams shot into the night sky, creating a magnificent spectacle. As the long convoy drew closer to the venue, Zhang Ziwen,
who had been jogging alongside the Cadillac, could already hear the clamor and cheers from the end of the road.
He could also hear waves of cheers and screams coming from the red carpet, with dazzling white lights flashing continuously.
He guessed that some of the most dazzling celebrities had already stepped onto the red carpet. One car after another drove into the crowd and came to a smooth stop. After the celebrities stepped out

amidst deafening cheers and screams , they drove off one by one. The Cadillac stopped at this point. The scene before him made Zhang Ziwen frown. There were simply too many people. The successive appearances of the big stars had fueled the frenzy of the waiting fans. The entrance at the end of the road was becoming increasingly narrow, and police officers and volunteers were struggling to hold back the frenzied crowd trying to get close to the car. The scene was becoming somewhat chaotic… Zhang Ziwen opened the car door for Song Lin. His muscles were taut, the surrounding noise filtered out. His mind was in a state of optimal defense; external interference and chaos had no . His eyes sharpened, alertly and methodically searching for suspicious points in the crowd. The prey hadn't appeared yet; for now, it was safe. Amidst a frenzy of screams, Song Lin stepped gracefully out of the car with a captivating smile. This most won the attention of the entire audience. All the cameras were flashing, and for a moment, white lights flashed, deafening screams and cheers continued, the decibel level suddenly increasing many times. All the voices were calling out one name: Song Lin. The flashes were too dazzling, but Zhang Ziwen's eyes remained wary of the blinding flashes. Having received special training, he ignored the existence of these glaring flashes. Personal escorts were only allowed at the entrance to the red carpet. Once Song Lin stepped onto the red carpet, Zhang Ziwen had to temporarily leave her side. The protection duties there were handed over to the police and volunteers. There were police tapes on both sides of the red carpet, but this was not enough to deal with the perverts hiding in the crowd. Zhang Ziwen gently nudged Song Lin beside him, indicating that he had to separate from her temporarily. Under the gaze of everyone, the man and woman quickly exchanged glances. Song Lin was reluctant to part, and Zhang Ziwen was comforting. Their eyes met briefly, but they understood each other's feelings in that quick exchange of glances . The four bodyguards quickly disappeared into the crowd on the left side of the red carpet, leaving Zhang Ziwen alone on the right. He could only follow Song Lin's steps behind the crowd, extremely nervous. His eyes followed Song Lin's every move. Zhang Ziwen struggled through the crowd, scanning it with his peripheral vision, but finding his prey in this chaotic mass of tens of thousands was no easy task. The prey hadn't appeared yet, and Zhang Ziwen's palms were sweaty. He was incredibly nervous; who knew where that pervert would suddenly appear from? The distance between the two sides of the red carpet was less than 5 meters . He really wasn't confident he could stop the psychopath's earth-shattering attack... Chapter 188 Dangerous Aura At this moment, a commotion arose in the press area. Song Lin, dressed in an evening gown, had already walked to the front of the press area and stood there, a reserved yet charming smile on her face. She elegantly posed for the reporters to take pictures. This was a rare opportunity for the reporters. Normally, to get a close-up shot of the super-popular star Song Lin, they would have to pay every minute, and even then, they might not be able to get a shot unless it was a well-known magazine. Now, the entertainment reporters went crazy. Hundreds of reporters pointed their cameras and lenses at her, flashes going off wildly. Song Lin's stunning beauty was killing off the reporters' film rolls, and the global live broadcast cameras gave her close-ups from different positions. At this moment, Song Lin became the center of global attention... While Song Lin was taking photos in the press area, Zhang Ziwen's eyes were already scanning the area intently and carefully. He sensed something unsettling about the press area. Facing the blinding flashes of light, his sharp eyes quickly filtered through the crowd. Soon, Zhang Ziwen's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he locked onto the unsettling target. At the same time, he used subtle force to push through the excited crowd in front of him, sliding into the throng with the agility of a mud slid. His movements were swift; he had already forcefully broken through the crowd and was standing at the edge of the red carpet. He didn't move, his eyes fixed on his target, locked onto the pervert hidden among the reporters. He was certain it was that pervert. The guy was incredibly well-hidden; no one would suspect him. Unfortunately for him, he'd run into Zhang Ziwen, the king of covert operations in the military. His movements were so subtle they gave him away; everyone else was in an uproar, but he remained still. Everyone else was waving their heads and desperately trying to push forward, but he maintained a perfectly balanced stance, keeping half his head visible despite the chaos. His camera obscured most of his face, and without anyone recognizing him, he could never have imagined that clever concealment would be spotted by Zhang Ziwen. What truly convinced Zhang Ziwen that this was the pervert's target was something even the pervert himself couldn't have foreseen. It was his thin lips; he was so smug, a strange smile inadvertently appearing at the corner of his mouth. This eerie smile clashed terribly with the atmosphere. He could never have imagined that his clever concealment would be exposed by this strange smile. All of this didn't escape Zhang Ziwen's eyes. At the same time, Zhang Ziwen gained another valuable skill from this pervert. Never deliberately conceal your presence in different situations. To become a master of stealth, one must never be complacent. Zhang Ziwen recognized his own weakness: when he was lurking or hunting a target, he would unconsciously smile. This mistake was often fatal, and the pervert inadvertently made this fatal error. From the moment Zhang Ziwen locked onto him, the pervert's identity shifted from hunter to prey—the mantis in front, unaware of the oriole behind. The pervert had already lost his chance to hunt Song Lin. The order was quickly relayed through the communication headset. The encirclement order had been issued, and the four quickly converged according to Zhang Ziwen's instructions, soon blending into the crowd. The bodyguards struggled to approach their target, and the already chaotic crowd began to stir with their rough movements, with shouts and curses faintly escalating. "Damn it!" Zhang Ziwen frowned. The prey was trying to escape. The cunning target had already sensed the unusual commotion behind him. The pervert's figure was moving, disappearing. Zhang Ziwen watched as the pervert's figure passed by, and the reporters around him were uncontrollably thrown back. This guy actually had hidden strength? The prey's skills seemed to be exceptionally high. Zhang Ziwen couldn't cross the red carpet to hunt; he could only watch helplessly as his prey slipped away, watching the pervert...

The prey quickly disappeared into the crowd of reporters. Zhang Ziwen could only sigh regretfully, "Impressive!"

The order had been given, and the four bodyguards returned to their positions, their brows furrowed with shame
. Had they not moved so much, they wouldn't have alerted the prey. They had even caught a glimpse of its
back ; it was just a hair's breadth away. The prey had vanished in a flash, practically
slipping away right under their noses. Regret and guilt overwhelmed them; they could only lament how far they were from being elite bodyguards…

The main hall was already filled with guests. Song Lin, being a strong contender for the award, had a seat arranged very close to
the front. She hadn't yet taken her seat; she was still lingering in the lounge on one side of the hall. She
wanted to stay there a little longer. Because Zhang Ziwen, her super bodyguard, stood coolly beside her,
she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. Her face flushed slightly, and her beautiful eyes kept
darting towards his face, stealing glances at the cool guy beside her every now and then. She didn't know why she was acting this way; was this what
first love felt like? Song Lin's heart pounded like a rabbit's, and the uncontrollable blush on her beautiful face made her even more radiant
…

The lounge was quite crowded. Song Lin felt uncomfortable because she couldn't freely
interact . This was a breeding ground for gossip and rumors, and she was sure to attract a lot of attention. Some male celebrities kept
glancing in her direction. Song Lin had to endure it with great difficulty, afraid that she would lose control of her emotions, because she had been searching for Zhang Ziwen's figure

ever since she stepped off the red carpet .
When she saw him appear before her, she almost threw herself into his arms. The few minutes on the red
carpet felt like an eternity to her. Now that he was back by her side, although
she couldn't talk to him freely, she felt safe and happy. She was already
content with him by her side. But this feeling of happiness was about to leave; she had to part with Zhang Ziwen. At this moment, she even had
the urge to give up the award. Because this separation from him would last for more than three hours…

Zhang Ziwen saw the reluctance in Song Lin's beautiful eyes. In fact, he felt the same way. Moreover,
in the past few days with Song Lin, his feelings had undergone a qualitative change. Before, he might have only regarded her as a
confidante with whom he could share his secrets, but in these few days of being together, he could sense that it was not like that. He
secretly wanted to possess her completely. Having her by his side day and night, from the moment she suggested moving into his
home, he felt a conflicted anticipation, a feeling he could no longer ignore. He was both happy and
troubled, thinking about their future together. What would the future hold? Would Tang Shu and Mu Qing accept her?
Zhang Ziwen didn't know, and dared not imagine, but one thing he was almost certain of: he truly liked her, perhaps not
just liked, but loved…

The two lovebirds exchanged another glance. A deep, lingering look,
filled longing, a communication of souls in that instant, tender and affectionate. They both understood
the boundless love in their eyes; the thin veil of love had been completely pierced. No one forced them. Everything was so natural. The
two no longer suppressed their emotions. Their love was elevated
once , sweetness and tenderness filling their hearts…

Amidst rousing music and thunderous applause, a dazzling array of performances heralded the
grand opening of the film festival. Asia's largest film festival had officially begun. The main
hall was ablaze with stars; film enthusiasts from around the world were focused on this hall,
on every renowned director and star in attendance. One spectacular performance after another unfolded. The huge screen
continuously displayed the nominated films. Thunderous cheers and applause filled the air as
awards representing the highest honors in film were presented one after another: Best Screenplay, Best Sound Effects, Best Costume Design, Best Special Effects, and so on…

Zhang Ziwen, hidden behind the stage, could easily observe the audience. He could easily
spot Song Lin, who was chatting and laughing happily with a bearded Hollywood director sitting beside her. This girl
seems to speak several languages. She's a talented actress and a beautiful young woman, unlike typical big stars who are just pretty faces who only act
and act like divas. Zhang Ziwen felt a little admiration for her.
It's hard not to fall for a beautiful woman like her who possesses both talent and looks. Right now, she's quite adorable; she's even been amused by the emcee's humorous
remarks from time to time, her body trembling with laughter. Although her small hands aren't waving wildly in an exaggerated way, they've already revealed her lively and
playful side. Zhang Ziwen's lips involuntarily curled into an appreciative smile. He really enjoys watching
her laugh heartily. She was at her most innocent and adorable then…

Zhang Ziwen's admiration for Song Lin could only last a moment. The danger hadn't passed, and he still had to fulfill his duties as
a super bodyguard. His sharp eyes were currently searching every corner of the venue. He believed that the pervert was
hiding somewhere below, but unfortunately, he didn't find any clues this time. Logically, given
the pervert's superhuman skills, he wouldn't give up so easily. Tonight, this globally watched moment was precisely the time for this
guy to perform, because only in this way could he satisfy his perverted psychology. This pervert with superhuman skills
had… He had a high success rate in hunting down Song Lin using various methods, but he didn't use the easiest way to
deliver the fatal blow. Zhang Ziwen accurately analyzed the psychopath's psychology from the bloody data
. The psychopath's characteristics included dismembering living victims, preferring close-range kills, and this time, he wanted to
stage a bloody scene under global scrutiny. Song Lin was the psychopath's chosen prey; her fame and image would allow this scene to be displayed
vividly , perfectly embodying the aesthetics of violence. This was a murder with artistic qualities, or more accurately
, a psychopathic performance art. He wanted to stage a shocking performance art under the world's spotlight;
in the psychopath's mind, this would be considered a classic.

Zhang Ziwen's analysis and deduction were quite accurate; he had indeed grasped the psychopath's psychology. Otherwise, he would have definitely
prevented Song Lin from attending this film festival, because even he himself wasn't confident of resisting the psychopath's
long-range sniping. Zhang Ziwen decided to take the risk. Since the other party enjoyed this thrilling psychopathic game, he could only
create the environment for the psychopath. Who was the hunter? Who was the prey? Only heaven knows until the very last moment, but tonight will surely
be the time to reveal the answer. The pervert will appear, Zhang Ziwen told himself with certainty. At this moment, his body...
His body was in peak condition; he patiently waited, waiting for his prey to finally appear…

The Best Supporting Actor and Actress awards were presented amidst applause, and this was Song Lin's most tense moment. Next was
the announcement of the Best Actress nominations. All the nominated actresses were undoubtedly nervous at this moment. Whoever won the Best
Actress award would undoubtedly be the most dazzling star of the night. At the moment of receiving the award, she would be
the darling , the focus of global attention, and would officially step into the highest hall of art. Her future acting career would
be bathed in the halo of this supreme glory. Under these circumstances, these nominated beauties couldn't help
but be nervous; this was related to their lifelong achievements…

Song Lin was nervous, and Zhang Ziwen was also nervous; he sensed danger approaching. He seemed to have already sensed
a strong killing intent, an extremely dangerous feeling lurking below the stage, but the target had not yet appeared in his sight.
He couldn't find it, couldn't lock onto that shifting dangerous aura, and his heart began to clench...

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and the melody of the music seemed to have become eerie. What was even more infuriating was that the specially invited award presenter
was there laughing and joking, holding the list of winners in his hand but not announcing it for a long time, keeping everyone's
appetite . Everyone present waited, and finally, the presenter began reading the first few seemingly insignificant
words from the list: "The Best Actress winner is..."

At that moment, the hearts of the nominated actresses in the audience were pounding in their throats, and everyone held their breath, tantalized by the
suspenseful announcement...

"...The Best Actress is...is..." The presenter smiled and paused, then his voice suddenly became impassioned:
"Congratulations to Ms. Song Lin from China!"

The suffocating silence lasted only a second. A second later, the entire hall erupted in cheers and applause, a deafening
roar that seemed to rip the roof off. The hall was filled with powerful fervor and joy. The first and most
important award of the night had been announced, and Song Lin had deservedly won the Best Actress award, representing the highest honor. At that moment, she
stood up gracefully, all the cameras pointed at her. One of her delicate hands covered her lips,
her beautiful eyes welled with tears of joy, and her body trembled slightly. Excitement and joy overwhelmed her simultaneously.
At this moment, film lovers all over the world are watching this beautiful woman, and Song Lin has become the darling of movie fans
worldwide …

Chapter 189: Protecting the Flower with Passion.

At this moment, Song Lin is the happiest woman in the world. She is stepping up
the steps , where she will receive the highest honor in the entertainment industry. Her tearful eyes are searching, searching for
Zhang Ziwen hidden behind the stage. Can you hear me? I have received the highest honor as a female artist. Can you see me
? I am walking up to the award stage. Where are you? At this moment, Song Lin's greatest desire was to share her immense joy and
glory with the man she loved. She couldn't see Zhang Ziwen, but Zhang Ziwen could see her. He could feel Song Lin's
excited joy, but now was not the time for him to be excited. His eyes were fixed on the audience below.
The atmosphere of danger was already very strong, and he sensed the looming threat of death...

Zhang Ziwen's sharp gaze constantly scanned and filtered the scene. The pervert seemed to have vanished into thin air. He couldn't find the guy
anywhere . Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened. He clearly sensed the extremely dangerous aura
, so why couldn't he find this pervert? At this moment, Zhang Ziwen even had an absurd
thought : Could this pervert possess the ability to become invisible?

Song Lin's acceptance speech was very brief. The excitement and joy had passed, and now she felt unusually calm.
She wanted this moment of great attention to end as soon as possible; she just wanted to accept the award and go home. Suddenly, she
felt a deep emptiness, a profound emptiness, because Zhang Ziwen wasn't by her side. In her heart, no amount of awards could compare
to having Zhang Ziwen by her side. She now understood what she truly needed:
love, and Zhang Ziwen, the man who made her heart flutter…

Sweat began to bead on Zhang Ziwen's forehead. He had a strong feeling that the psychopathic killer was about to perform his
twisted performance art, and he hadn't found a single clue. Nervous,
Zhang Ziwen, who rarely felt nervous when doing important things, had sweaty palms and backs. How would the psychopath appear? Would he fall from the sky? Or
suddenly emerge from under the stage? Zhang Ziwen had no idea. He could only
wait Song Lin, standing in the center of the stage, wore a sweet and captivating smile; she was still completely unaware. She was unaware that
the cruel bloodshed targeting her was about to befall her.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at the beautiful and charming Song Lin, gritted his teeth, and thought, no, he absolutely couldn't let her become a
victim of a psychopath's mad venting. Zhang Ziwen's muscles were taut, ready to explode at any moment. He had pushed his
physical limits to the maximum, his ears becoming silent in that instant, all distractions and disturbances blocked out.
His breathing was long and rhythmic; he was like a tiger lying in wait, waiting for its prey to appear, waiting for the thunderous
burst of power...

Song Lin's acceptance speech ended amidst thunderous applause. The music suddenly changed from soothing to rousing. Two hostesses
dressed carrying a crystal trophy and flowers, followed the presenter slowly towards the main stage.
Soon, Song Lin would be watching from fans all over the world, raising the crystal trophy representing the highest honor for a female artist, and receiving
cheers from the crowd...

Zhang Ziwen's pupils began to contract. This was the psychopath's only chance to get close to Song Lin. His eyes
were fixed on the two women and one man slowly walking onto the stage. The male guest was a well-known big name in the South Korean entertainment industry—eliminated. Zhang Ziwen's gaze
then fell on the two beautiful women dressed in hanbok. The charming South Korean beauties quickly dissuaded Zhang Ziwen. Just as Zhang Ziwen 's gaze shifted to the audience, his heart skipped a beat. A strange murderous aura filled him. His eyes returned to the hanbok-clad woman holding flowers. She only showed half of her face, revealing her delicate eyebrows, beautiful eyes, and thin lips. And those lips now held a chilling smile that made Zhang Ziwen's heart pound. God, it was that psychopath. At this moment, the psychopath was less than 5 meters away from Song Lin. Zhang Ziwen moved. His figure shot towards the psychopath like an arrow released from a bow, as fast as lightning. The flowers in the psychopath's hand suddenly scattered, and a crescent-shaped blade gleaming with a chilling light appeared. A bright arc flashed, curving with a dazzling yet eerie curve towards the stunned Song Lin, towards her beautiful head. At the same time, a flash of cold light appeared on the wide sleeve of her hanbok, shooting towards her at an invisible speed.

Zhang Ziwen lunged forward with remarkably precise speed and angle. Had he slowed even slightly, the
crescent-shaped blade would have flashed towards Song Lin's delicate neck—fast, indescribably fast. Song Lin's pupils were fixed on that
curved glint; she could already feel the chilling air seeping into her neck…

Zhang Ziwen didn't falter. His leaping form had reached its limit. He didn't dodge the cold glint
aimed his heart. As the glint flashed, he stretched out his hand. He couldn't catch it; he could only block. A
soft sound mingled with a splatter of blood… Zhang Ziwen slammed into the dying Song Lin, sending her flying. In that lightning-fast instant,
a chilling, curved light flashed across his lunging body, a glint of blood appearing. As Zhang Ziwen plummeted, the cold light in his palm suddenly
shone , a dazzling, almost invisible flash of light piercing the throat of the hanbok-clad beauty. With a thud,
Zhang Ziwen's body crashed heavily onto the stage, kicking up a small cloud of dust. His body convulsed and trembled,
gradually coming to a standstill. A shocking, crimson blood seeped from beneath him,
filling with a heavy, spreading stench of blood… …

The hanbok beauty's pupils gradually contracted, her eyes filled with desperate terror and disbelief. She couldn't believe the chilling coldness in
her throat ; she couldn't utter a sound. The blood in her throat churned, the stage spun, and her
body gradually tilted. With a "thud," she collapsed onto the stage, her body convulsing
twice like Zhang Ziwen's, then still. Everything was still…

The entire venue was silent, deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone present was stunned by this bloody and horrifying
scene . The award presenters on stage were dumbfounded, holding the crystal trophy… The beautiful woman in the dress was stunned, the emcee
was stunned, everyone present was stunned. No one could react to this breathtaking, lightning-fast scene.
Silence reigned. Time ticked by, then the flashes of cameras gradually broke the silence of the hall.
The fastest- reporters instinctively pressed their shutters. Cameras, from all angles, focused on
the two motionless figures lying on the stage. The live broadcast continued, faithfully showing this earth-shattering
moment to people around the world. Then, another person appeared on the screen: Song Lin, her face streaked with tears. Her delicate body
trembled.

"No...no...don't..." Song Lin cried out in anguish, her heart-wrenching voice echoing throughout
the silent hall.

"...No...no...big blockhead...can you hear me...can you hear my voice...?
...Don't...don't ignore me..." Song Lin's heart-wrenching cries shook the hearts of everyone present. Everyone
's hearts ached, all were deeply moved by her grief. The scene was instantly enveloped in an atmosphere of profound
sorrow and despair.

Zhang Ziwen lay motionless on the stage, oblivious to all sounds. His
body was covered in blood, a horrifying sight. Song Lin, kneeling beside him, grew increasingly weak, her heart-wrenching cries
fading. Finally, unable to bear the cruel blow, she collapsed beside Zhang Ziwen, his crimson blood staining
her evening gown…

The stage filled with people. Police, paramedics, and staff surrounded the three
motionless . The giant screen repeatedly replayed the dramatic, sudden turn of events in slow
motion. Only slow motion could clearly recreate that instantaneous event, only slow motion could reveal
the flash of cold light.

The slow motion faithfully recorded everything: Zhang Ziwen's charge, the hanbok-clad beauty raising her curved sword,
the flash of cold light from her sleeve, Zhang Ziwen's blocking with his hand. A cold glint of light pierced the blood-red palm of Zhang Ziwen
's hand. He lunged forward, knocking Song Lin away. The curved blade sliced into his body. The cold glint of light as he fell, the final, deadly glint of light slicing through his throat—
all was replayed in slow motion, a breathtaking spectacle, faithfully
broadcast live to audiences worldwide watching the film festival. Everyone's hearts were moved; the world was in awe!

A blue, somber light flashed on the roof of an ambulance. Inside lay Zhang Ziwen, covered in blood,
beside him the unconscious Song Lin. The ambulance quickly drove off the red carpet of the main venue, escorted by
dozens of police cars, their red and blue lights flashing, sirens blaring in the air. The police
escort was unusually smooth; the massive crowd outside the venue, for once, did not spill onto the roads. The crowd parted spontaneously
, clearing a wide path. Everyone watched
the dramatic scene unfold in the awards hall on the large screen outside. Everyone present knew that the ambulance, escorted by police cars, carried the
nameless hero whose fate remained uncertain. At that moment, the only way to express respect for the hero was
to buy time for the nameless hero inside the ambulance…

Baptist Hospital, the largest and most renowned hospital in Busan, South Korea, boasts some of the best advanced medical facilities in the entire country. Its cardiology department is particularly famous
both domestically and internationally. In the emergency room of the main building,
the attending physician was frantically trying to save Zhang Ziwen, who was on the verge of death. On the operating table, his face was deathly pale, his body
growing colder and colder. A foot-long wound had torn open the pale flesh, and the sharp scalpel had almost pierced his heart.
If it weren't for this narrow escape, the attending physician… He could almost be declared dead, as excessive
blood loss had caused his heart to stop beating twice. The rescue experts didn't give up, and the medical staff in the emergency room
did their utmost to save Zhang Ziwen's life. Powerful electrode pacing restored
a faint heartbeat, and the tense rescue continued…

After 28 hours of continuous, intense rescue efforts, the red light outside the operating room went out, the door opened, and
Song Lin, who had been revived, jumped up, her body trembling with tension. She saw the unconscious
Zhang Ziwen lying quietly on a trolley, being wheeled out. Song Lin nervously approached the trolley; she was exhausted,
and without the nurse's support, she probably wouldn't have been able to stand. Her tearful eyes looked at
Zhang Ziwen ; his face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. Looking at that deathly face…
was he… dead? Despair filled Song Lin's eyes, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her...

The attending specialist rushed forward to support Song Lin and said softly, "Miss Song... This gentleman is temporarily out
of danger, but he still needs further observation. As long as his vital signs remain normal after tonight, he
will be considered completely out of danger. Please rest assured, this gentleman has a strong physique and a tenacious will to live, and
he should be able to get through tonight safely."

Hearing the attending physician's words, Song Lin's heart pounded. Forcing herself to stay awake, she asked, "...
Really? After tonight...he'll be alright...he'll be completely out of danger?" Hope
flickered .

"Yes, Miss Song, as long as he can get through tonight, he'll be fine." The attending physician tried to keep his tone relaxed.
He knew Song Lin was on the verge of a breakdown; this was a dangerous bald man, and he couldn't afford to upset her further.

The attending physician had made himself clear, and Song Lin understood. She quietly made her request: she
wanted to . She wanted to be with him through this night of life-saving recovery, and she wanted to receive
news that Zhang Ziwen was completely out of danger as soon as possible.

The attending physician looked at the weakened Song Lin and hesitated slightly. He
wasn't even sure if Zhang Ziwen could survive the night; Zhang Ziwen's life depended solely on his own tenacious will to live. He feared that
if Zhang Ziwen didn't make it, the extremely weak Song Lin wouldn't be able to withstand the shock. She would be
completely crushed by the cruel news of death. The attending physician was reluctant to see her perish because of Zhang Ziwen; this
wasn't something he could decide immediately.

"...Promise me, doctor, please promise me... If you don't promise, I won't accept
any treatment. Please promise me." The weak Song Lin's beautiful eyes were dim, but a resolute look appeared in them. She saw
the doctor's concerns, and she knew she needed treatment, but if Zhang Ziwen couldn't survive, no treatment
would help her. She had decided to follow Zhang Ziwen; if he lived, she lived; if he died,
she died. She would never live alone.

The attending physician understood the resolute look in Song Lin's eyes. He could no longer stop her, but he was also moved by her
persistence . The attending physician sighed softly and nodded slightly. He
had no choice but to agree; continuing the stalemate would only put the weakened Song Lin in greater danger...

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