The City Hunter (Complete) - 29

Chapter 190 A Special Family

Two beds were placed in the spacious special ward. Zhang Ziwen, pale-faced and wearing a breathing mask, lay
motionless on one bed. The faintly flickering light on the electrocardiogram indicated that he was still alive, but that light
seemed ready to turn into a straight line at any moment. Song Lin lay on her side on the other bed, the only way she could see
Zhang Ziwen and the flickering light. Her beautiful eyes quietly watched the lifeless Zhang Ziwen. She wanted to
keep watching him like this, regardless of life or death, she would stay with Zhang Ziwen. In exchange for the right to stay with Zhang Ziwen, she accepted
the doctor's advice. Her other slender hand was receiving an IV drip, the life-sustaining fluid slowly flowing into her veins.
But she knew one thing very well: once the light representing life disappeared, her life would also end...

It was a difficult night. Exhausted and weak, Song Lin almost fell asleep several times. A powerful
will sustained her; she gritted her teeth and persevered, waiting for Zhang Ziwen's vital signs to return. Light
gradually ; the sun quietly rose, and a gentle ray of sunlight streamed into the room. Now,
her mood was increasingly relaxed, because she saw the bright spot representing life seem to grow brighter and stronger. Meanwhile
, Song Lin's consciousness was becoming increasingly relaxed. Finally, she could no longer hold on; her beautiful eyes slowly closed.
She was too exhausted after staying up all night…

The door opened gently, and doctors and medical staff quietly entered, busily attending to Zhang Ziwen's bedside.
Soon, after the doctor finished examining Zhang Ziwen, they went to Song Lin's bedside. Quickly, relieved
smiles appeared on the faces of every medical staff member. It seemed the couple in the room were safe and sound…
…

Zhang Ziwen opened his eyes and woke up on the 4th … The next morning, when he opened his eyes, the atmosphere
and white decor of the room gave him an eerily familiar feeling. This familiarity quickly told him he
was alive again. He felt relieved once more, though without the joy of his previous two near-death experiences. He
could still manage a bitter smile, though. He was numb and helpless about this recurring hospitalization. He
didn't understand why he was so drawn to hospitals. The piercing wound in his palm still throbbed
, and he felt mentally exhausted and physically drained. He could smell
the distinctive, lingering scent of hospitals; this was definitely not a good place. He truly hoped there wouldn't be a next time
…

Zhang Ziwen slightly turned his head. Because there was an irresistible attraction on the side where he turned his head; he could feel it.
Five stunningly beautiful faces came into view, sitting side by side on the hospital bed where Song Lin had slept: He Li, Tang Shu,
Mu Qing, An Yun, and Song Lin herself, now recovered and in good health. They all looked at him, tear tracks still etched on their faces
. When he turned his head, tears welled up in their beautiful eyes, and their delicate bodies stirred. They
surrounded his bed. There were no joyful cries, only silent tears. Their movements were gentle, as if afraid
to disturb him who had just woken up. He Li and Tang Shu trembled. They had witnessed too much for Zhang Ziwen;
each of his serious injuries had terrified them, each hospitalization a brush with death. Their
hearts were filled with fear; they were terrified of him going back to the hospital. Luck didn't always favor him, and their fragile
hearts couldn't withstand such repeated blows

… Late at night, the streets were quiet, most people were asleep.
A convoy of black Hyundais silently drove out of the hospital, led by
two vehicles with flashing police lights. Outside the hospital, a large
group of reporters stirred as they pointed their cameras at the convoy. They
didn't know which Hyundai carried the already famous Zhang Ziwen; the tinted windows prevented them from seeing
inside, so they could only snap photos. Amidst the flashing lights, the convoy sped onto
the street, quickly turning onto the highway leading to Busan International Airport…

Led by South Korean police cars, the convoy drove directly onto the airport tarmac and stopped
beside the steps of a Boeing 747. Several Hyundais opened their doors first, and a dozen bodyguards in black suits and headsets
quickly dispersed. Four of them… The four bodyguards were none other than those who had worked with Zhang Ziwen before. Since Zhang Ziwen woke up, with
Song Lin's consent, these four bodyguards had officially accepted Zhang Ziwen's employment and become
members of his private security team. From now on, they would work alongside the security personnel sent by Tang Ying to protect Zhang Ziwen and his family
…

With the help of the bodyguards, the doors of the other two black Hyundai cars opened, and Zhang Ziwen and his
women stepped out and boarded the plane. The Boeing 747 would take off in 10 minutes,
bound for China. This was a special plane prepared by the South Korean government for Zhang Ziwen and his women. Zhang Ziwen probably
didn't know that he was now entitled to such treatment from the South Korean government. His past had been
unearthed by the relentless reporters; his heroic deeds had spread throughout the world during his hospitalization.
He had become a world celebrity, a superhero in people's eyes. Even his absurd act of kidnapping a bride was known
worldwide . A hero and a beauty, a womanizer and a romantic, Zhang Ziwen was a figure of glory and scandal. Wen
could n't help but become famous; his astonishing feat at the film festival averted a tragedy and salvaged some
face for the South Korean government. For that alone, arranging a private jet for him wasn't excessive. Moreover, there was another factor Zhang
Ziwen was unaware of: one of the many beautiful women around him was absolutely entitled to
the privilege of a private jet provided by a foreign government…

The plane's engines roared, and it slowly taxied to the runway at the scheduled time, accelerated, took off, and soon
disappeared into the South Korean night sky…

The cabin was quiet. Tang Shu sat close to Zhang Ziwen, her gentle… On his shoulder, at this moment, that
shoulder belonged to her alone. No one would compete with her, and no one would be jealous of Tang Shu, this kind and gentle beauty. The
other beauties all knew what place Tang Shu held in Zhang Ziwen's heart. Now, only she was qualified to be by his
side, and only she could give Zhang Ziwen boundless tenderness. And Zhang Ziwen, recovering from his serious injuries, truly needed Tang Shu,
this gentle beauty, to comfort him…

He Li and Song Lin lay at the very front of the cabin. Song Lin nestled obediently in He Li's arms, while Zhang Ziwen…
She nearly lost her life in South Korea. She felt uneasy and guilty, unable to face the women
around . Fortunately, He Li and Tang Shu were understanding women who didn't
blame her for Zhang Ziwen's serious injury. On the contrary, during her time in the hospital, He Li and Tang Shu constantly tried to comfort Song Lin
.

Song Lin was so grateful to He Li and Tang Shu that she found it even more difficult to bring up the idea of moving into Zhang Ziwen's home.
Normally, such a request shouldn't have been made while Zhang Ziwen was hospitalized. But she couldn't leave Zhang Ziwen, who had risked his life
for her. Unable to bear her inner longing, she abandoned all her dignity and
reserve. She carefully made this difficult request to He Li and Tang Shu. To her surprise, He Li and
Tang Shu generously accepted her, sincerely welcoming her into their family.

With the permission of the most important woman in Zhang Ziwen's life, Song Lin breathed a sigh of relief. She was overjoyed. Now,
she had only one thought: she just wanted to live in Zhang Ziwen's house permanently, and being able to see him whenever she wanted would
be enough . She didn't even dare to have the ulterior motives or thoughts she once had about entering this family. She dared not
reveal any feelings for Zhang Ziwen to the kind-hearted Tang Shu, but she also had to fight for her
place . To gain a foothold in this special little world, she became very close to He Li, because she
knew in her heart that to stay in this family forever... He Li and Tang Shu's attitudes were crucial. He Li's care for her
gave her a sense of security. She couldn't be in Zhang Ziwen's arms now, but He Li's embrace made her feel just as
warm . In He Li's fragrant embrace, Song Lin believed she had found a warm harbor of family. She believed that
He Li, who had always cared for her, would always protect her...

Song Lin nestled quietly in He Li's arms, her beautiful eyes closed as if she were asleep. Looking at her obedient face,
He Li's beautiful eyes were full of affection. Her jade-like hand gently stroked Song Lin's hair. He
Li understood Song Lin's thoughts very well. She felt sorry for the helplessness that often appeared in Song Lin's beautiful eyes. She understood Song Lin's
dependence on her, but she didn't say anything. She also sympathized with Song Lin's feelings for Zhang Ziwen. She also saw that Song Lin
had to suppress her emotions in this special family. He Li deeply understood this feeling.
Wasn't she also suppressing her own emotions? He Li sighed softly to herself, feeling helpless about her deeply hidden
feelings ...

The two couples lying together on the plane seemed to have already fallen asleep, while the
two other beautiful women sitting together were wide awake. An Yun and Mu Qing seemed to have no sleepiness at all, the two girls
whispering to each other from time to time. Perhaps the two girls had similar temperaments and personalities, both being clever little lionesses.
During the time Zhang Ziwen was away from home, the two lioness-type beauties had unknowingly fallen for each other, and
now they should be in a very good relationship. "Yunxiao Pavilion Collection"

An Yun noticed that Mu Qing's beautiful eyes kept lingering on Song Lin, who was sitting in front of them, and the look in her eyes
was unfriendly. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "...Sister Qing, why are you staring at Song Lin? Is there
something ?"

Mu Qing gently bit her soft lips and said, "That girl caused Brother Wen to be hospitalized, and now she wants to move
in with us. I really don't know what she's up to." Mu Qing was very disapproving of Song Lin moving in;
she felt a serious threat.

"Hehe...Sister Qing, you're jealous, aren't you? Don't think I can't tell." An Yun was clever; she had noticed Mu Qing's lack of attention to Song Lin back in
the hospital .

"Who's jealous? I'm not that bored. I'm angry that she caused Brother Wen's death." Mu Qing stubbornly
refused to admit that she was jealous.

"Come on, Sister Qing still won't admit it. You can't fool me." An Yun wasn't buying Mu Qing's act at all
. She smiled slyly and said, "Sister Qing, Song Lin must have fallen in love with that big jerk. Otherwise, she
wouldn't have moved into our house. Hehe... Xiao Shu is so kind that she won't say anything, but you're different. Now
the whole world knows that Sister Qing was kidnapped. You can stand up and say something." An Yun had a mischievous
idea. She was a little resentful that the big jerk had too many good fortunes with women, and she wouldn't let it go without causing some trouble.

"You brat, are you trying to harm me? Didn't you see how much Sister Li dotes on her? I don't want to get scolded."
Mu Qing rolled her eyes at An Yun, not falling for her trick.

"Hehe... What are you afraid of? Sister Li still loves you just the same. She'll find ways to keep Song Lin from
being alone with that big jerk at home. After a while, Song Lin will probably find it boring to stay at home. Then, won't she
obediently move out?" An Yun's little mouth coaxed, her beautiful eyes revealing a mischievous glint.

"Hmph, easy for you to say. I'm so busy at the company every day, how can I keep an eye on him?" Mu Qing was tempted by An Yun's encouragement
, but putting it into practice was proving difficult.

"Sister Qing, isn't that what I'm here for? Hehe... I'll sabotage things for you, and I guarantee that big jerk and Song
Lin won't have an easy time. But you're the big jerk's future wife, so I wouldn't dare do it without your authorization." An Yun
chuckled, secretly plotting how to sabotage the relationship and break up the couple.

"Authorization? Why do I need authorization?" Mu Qing didn't quite understand what An Yun meant, but hearing her say that she
was the big jerk's future wife made her feel sweet inside.

"That's simple. If I really anger the big jerk, with you backing me up, he won't dare do anything.
I'm sure Song Lin won't dare do anything to me either. With you as my future wife, hehe... it's perfectly legitimate for me to keep an eye on the big
jerk ." An Yun gave her reason with a captivating smile; she had already noticed Mu Qing's
interest.

"Then...then you should keep an eye on them. Keep a close eye on them
for me, but don't go overboard. After all, Xiao Shu hasn't said anything, so it's not my place to tell them what to do." Although Mu Qing agreed to An Yun's request, she still wasn't very
confident. She was very jealous, but she didn't want to be labeled as a jealous person...

Chapter 191 A Prominent Figure

An Yun said with a grin, "Don't worry, Sister Qing, I'll definitely keep a close eye on that big jerk for you. As long as
you, my future wife, are backing me up, that guy definitely won't dare to get angry at me. As for Song Lin, she has Sister Li
protecting her , so I'll try to be careful and not provoke her. In short, I'll try my best not to let that big jerk be alone with Song Lin.
Hehe...Sister Qing, you can rest assured now, right?" A mischievous glint flashed in An Yun's beautiful, expressive eyes, as if
she could see Zhang Ziwen's painful expression of having a beautiful woman he couldn't touch.

"...Ugh, how could I not be tempted? Don't talk nonsense, making me sound like a jealous person." Mu Qing
blushed after saying that. Wasn't she a jealous person herself?

Mu Qing and An Yun talked for a while. An Yun gradually became sleepy and soon
dozed off on Mu Qing's shoulder. Mu Qing, however, frowned slightly. She wasn't sleepy; she seemed to have many worries on her mind…

Mu Qing was a little confused about her own sensitive reaction. In short, she felt
uneasy . Although she had moved into Zhang Ziwen's house and had been intimate with him, she still felt
insecure about her position. Tang Shu was Zhang Ziwen's darling, and she would definitely not leave his
side. Mu Qing couldn't live without him either. Now, Zhang Ziwen had two women beside him, and
she couldn't compare to Tang Shu. In the future, Zhang Ziwen would definitely marry Tang Shu, and she would only be
Zhang Ziwen's mistress. This matter had always been a knot in her heart, but as long as she could stay by Zhang Ziwen's
side , she would accept being his mistress.

But Song Lin's arrival filled Mu Qing with a tremendous sense of crisis. It was already incredibly
difficult for her to be with Zhang Ziwen; if it weren't for Tang Shu's kindness and generosity, she would have had no chance at all. Mu Qing was grateful to Tang Shu, but at the same time, she felt a pang of shame for
her own reaction. Logically, she shouldn't, and had no right to, be jealous of Song Lin, but she
couldn't help it. It was precisely because happiness was so hard-won that she cherished it all the more. Song Lin was simply too outstanding. She sensed the affection between
Zhang Ziwen and Song Lin, and she was afraid—afraid that Zhang Ziwen would forget his old love once he found a new one. She
really didn't want another woman to share Zhang Ziwen's love, because she was a woman, and a
woman of status and position at that. Being a mistress was already too much for her; now, with the addition of the outstanding Song Lin to share Zhang Ziwen's love, she
couldn't help but worry, and couldn't help but feel jealous…

The private jet landed smoothly at Zhonghai International Airport. Zhang Ziwen's status seemed to be quite conspicuous now; the treatment of a globally
renowned figure was quite different. His custom-made white BMW and a fleet of gleaming black Mercedes lined up side by side.
Already waiting on the tarmac, the twenty-odd bodyguards in black suits
quickly forming a tight security net.

Zhang Ziwen stepped out of the plane and was slightly taken aback by the scene before him. He
recognized ; they were all Tang Ying's personal guards. He wondered if he deserved such privilege and treatment.
However, given his easygoing nature, he didn't dwell on it and quickly descended the gangway with the beautiful women beside him.

Zhang Ziwen still preferred to drive his BMW himself. However, there seemed to be too many women with him now, and
the BMW couldn't accommodate five stunning beauties. They had no choice but to split into two cars, but all the
women seemed to want to get into Zhang Ziwen's BMW, judging from their hesitant expressions. Zhang Ziwen was in a bit of a headache,
but he really had no say, because all the beautiful women around him were so charming, and
he couldn't choose who would ride in his BMW.

Fortunately, he had his ever-helpful older sister by his side, so the awkward situation didn't
last long. He Li gave up her chance to get close to Zhang Ziwen to the seemingly most important beauty beside him,
and got into another Mercedes with An Yun, who had a pouty mouth. The little girl was a bit unhappy; she was, after all,
the sister of that big jerk, Song Lin could ride in that BMW, so why couldn't she? She felt very unbalanced.

Upon exiting the airport, Zhang Ziwen, driving his BMW, was startled. The scene before him was truly spectacular. There were countless
reporters a dense, overwhelming sea of black people with their long lenses and short-lens cameras, probably numbering in the hundreds. These
reporters of different skin colors were cordoned off in a designated area, with numerous police officers maintaining order. On both sides of the street in the distance , crowds of onlookers stretched out, densely packed, numbering at least tens of thousands. To an uninformed person , it might have looked like a head of state arriving in Zhonghai. As soon as the convoy appeared, a noisy commotion erupted. Reporters aimed their cameras at Zhang Ziwen 's white BMW. Through the front window, three beautiful women could be vaguely seen inside, while Zhang Ziwen himself was driving . The reporters went wild, their shutters clicking incessantly, flashes going off wildly. If it weren't for the numerous police officers maintaining order, these reporters would likely have rushed forward immediately, making it impossible for Zhang Ziwen's convoy to move an inch. The reporters were going crazy, and the crowds on both sides of the street were cheering thunderously. Looking at the thought to himself, "A big star is a big star, almost invincible. " "...Hey Song Lin, how did these reporters know you were in my car?" Zhang Ziwen asked with a smile. He saw the reporters outside frantically taking pictures of his car. Who else but the big star Song Lin could have such charm inside? "I...I don't know either," Song Lin said, feeling a pang of anxiety at the scene outside. She was worried that her fame might cause Zhang Ziwen trouble. At this moment, Tang Shujiao interjected with a smile, "Brother Wen, these reporters aren't looking for Sister Lin." "Not looking for Song Lin? Then why are they taking so many pictures of my car?" Zhang Ziwen thought the reporters must have made a mistake, because he saw quite a few foreign reporters inside. Without a big shot, there wouldn't be such a commotion. Tang Shujiao said with a smile, "Hehe...Brother Wen, these reporters are all here for you. You're a big celebrity , even more famous than Sister Lin." A hint of pride flashed in the girl's beautiful eyes as she finished speaking. "So these reporters were here for Ziwen! That scared me to death!" Song Lin stuck out her tongue, relieved . Zhang Ziwen looked bewildered and said, "Really? Why are they filming me? I've done this more than once or twice , when have I ever faced this kind of commotion?" Mu Qing pouted and couldn't help but chime in, "Tch, 'doing something heroic'? These past few days, they've been showing the most footage of you disrupting the wedding . Everyone says you're a womanizer. Now that you're famous, you've dragged me into it too, it's so embarrassing." Mu Qing's face flushed as she finished speaking. Although she seemed to be complaining, she felt sweet inside. What she heard most from TV was that Zhang Ziwen was loyal and righteous, disrupting the wedding banquet for the woman he loved—a womanizer, as he may be. But public opinion had given him a positive review. Tang Shu turned around and saw Mu Qing's blushing face, teasingly saying with a smile, "Hehe... Sister Qing is still blushing. Brother Wen is so good to you, leading people to steal your bride. I'm so envious! I'd even be willing to be embarrassed like that once." "Oh..." Mu Qing said coquettishly, "...Don't be envious of Sister Qing, the big bad guy loves her the most..."

" It's you..." "

A wedding robbery? What wedding robbery?" Song Lin was curious after listening to their conversation.

Tang Shu said sweetly, "I'll tell you another day. It's a long and touching story."

"Come on, what wedding robbery? It was all your fault for instigating it. Now look what happened. So
many reporters came here, like they were watching a monkey. It's really inappropriate." Zhang Ziwen tried to shift the blame, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Brother Wen, don't you know you're a big hero and a big idol now? These reporters aren't just here for your
wedding robbery; there have been so many reports about you lately. Hehe... you're a big celebrity now." Tang Shu's
tone was excited, but more so proud of Zhang Ziwen.

"I didn't watch TV or read any newspapers while I was in the hospital, why didn't you tell me?" Zhang Ziwen's
vanity kicked in, and he felt a little carried away. A big hero? A big celebrity? Is it really that exaggerated? He was a little skeptical.

Tang Shu playfully stuck out her tongue and giggled, "Hehe... the doctor told me not to disturb your rest." " My
sister and I didn't want to upset you. Now that you've recovered, we'll tell you slowly when we get home. Watching TV is fine too;
there have been programs about you every day lately."

Zhang Ziwen smiled, a little skeptical. Programs about him every day? He thought he'd have to
find time to watch TV when he got home.

Even Zhang Ziwen himself probably didn't know that all the reporters waiting outside the airport were there for him.
He was now a global news focus, with countless major news stories involving him, each one
a shocking event. He was involved in China's first car bomb attack, in solving the terrorist's
motive, and in the South African International Film Festival's killing of a psychopath. Recently, Zhang Ziwen's presence
has been ubiquitous in major events; those globally renowned news organizations couldn't help but be interested.

Whether these news organizations were interested or not didn't matter . Soon, some veteran journalists discovered something even more interesting
: these shocking events were all interspersed with exceptionally beautiful women,
adding a touch of eroticism to these serious news stories. This was juicy fodder! The journalists
were overjoyed. Such bizarre stories within real, serious events—the news value was undeniable
. They dug further, uncovering the absurd incident of Zhang Ziwen's alleged bride-kidnapping. This was the talk of the town in Zhonghai, and there was even a live television broadcast of the incident as
fodder .

Now, while Zhang Ziwen was recuperating at a hospital in South Korea, television programs worldwide were dedicating
special segments to him. The prime-time broadcasts of everything happening to Zhang Ziwen presented an immense business opportunity. Savvy businesses seized the chance to buy out
all the advertising slots during Zhang Ziwen's programs, with immediate and significant results. These advertisers were overjoyed;
demand far exceeded supply, and sales skyrocketed. Television stations and newspapers reaped enormous profits, profiting immensely from
Zhang Ziwen 's work—a veritable money-making machine. Major news organizations worldwide were eager to capitalize on him.

Zhang Ziwen had become a darling of the press, his news value seemingly inexhaustible, imbued with a
mysterious, Eastern-influenced aura. No one knew his background; even news organizations were unsure
of identity. In China, related... The authorities couldn't find out anything about him; everyone was speculating about his
identity Zhang Ziwen's identity was now incredibly varied: soldier? Thug? Gangster? Tycoon?
Bodyguard? Kung Fu master? Super agent? All sorts of rumors were flying around, and there was so much gossip about him.
But the truth of Zhang Ziwen's identity was no longer important. Whoever he was, he was adored.
His story was too shocking, too moving. Heroes and beauties are always tales, and coupled with his superb skills,
handsome appearance, and exhilarating heroism, it was impossible for Zhang Ziwen not to be famous now, even world-
famous . He was likely to be the 2006 Global Person of the Year… …

Zhang Ziwen's convoy drove into the Xinxiang Community. Surprisingly, there were quite a few reporters and onlookers on both sides of the entrance. With
so many people, police were naturally needed to maintain order. Zhang Ziwen was exasperated;
if in the future. He was a person who loved freedom, and being constantly
surrounded and stared at like this could really kill him. Zhang Ziwen had already experienced the terrible consequences of fame,
but he had to swallow this bitter pill…

The BMW drove directly to the apartment building. While it could avoid the frenzied crowd outside, it couldn't escape the residents of the community.
There were still quite a few people waiting inside and outside the lobby, including several who had paid high prices… Reporters posing as relatives of residents
swarmed around Zhang Ziwen and his entourage as soon as they got out of the car, creating a chaotic scene. Fortunately, Zhang Ziwen had quite a few bodyguards with
him , and surrounded by them, he and the group of beautiful women fled into the elevator.
It was terrifying, truly terrifying; sweat poured down Zhang Ziwen's forehead. These people were wildly enthusiastic, some even
fainting from excitement. Besides being terrified, Zhang Ziwen also felt a little guilty…

Home is best! The first thing Zhang Ziwen did upon returning to his warm and cozy home was to lie down on the soft sofa
. So comfortable! Zhang Ziwen let out a contented sigh. Even more pleasant things followed; Tang Shu
quickly placed a fragrant cup of tea in front of the sofa… On the table, she took out a pack of
Panda , tore off the seal, pulled one out, and directly offered it to Grandpa Zhang. She then lit it for him.
After completing this series of thoughtful and comforting tasks, Tang Shu looked at the contented Zhang Ziwen, a tender
smile spreading across her beautiful face…

Chapter 192 The Troubles of Happiness

He Li
arranged the room was relatively large, but it was a little far from Zhang Ziwen's room and didn't offer
direct access to the garden. Almost no one objected to He Li's arrangement, especially An Yun and Mu Qing, the two little
lionesses were secretly delighted. Song Lin's room… The arrangement that prevented anyone from entering Zhang Ziwen's room from reaching the garden effectively
eliminated any possibility of an affair between Zhang Ziwen and Song Lin. Furthermore, An Yun's room was right next to Ning Lin's, making it impossible for An Yun and Mu Qing, who had
their own agendas, not to be secretly delighted.

Now, the family had another skilled cook. Song Lin, who had just moved in, was eager to prove herself, proactively
helping An Yun in the kitchen. Her adept culinary skills impressed An Yun. As a new member of the family, Song Lin adopted
a humble and respectful attitude towards An Yun, making An Yun feel a little embarrassed.
If it weren't for her own plans and her promise to Mu Qing, she wouldn't have been able to bring herself to oppose Song Lin.
An Yun's excellence and humility led her to blame all the conflicts on Zhang the scoundrel. What right did he have
to have so many beautiful women? Why should her sister die in despair? The little girl
stubbornly believed that if her sister were still alive, she would definitely have a place in this family.

The two beauties worked together seamlessly, and soon a variety of dishes were laid out on the table, their colors
vibrant and their aromas filling the air. Zhang the old man, lying on the sofa, sniffed the air. The dishes smelled familiar.
He knew at a glance which dishes were made by Song Lin. He hadn't tasted Song Lin's cooking in a long time. Thinking about
the delicious food on the table soon, his stomach rumbled involuntarily, a little unseemly.

Tang Shu, sitting beside him, heard this. With a sweet laugh, she said, "Brother Wen... are you hungry? How about I sneak you
some crispy spare ribs to tide you over?"

Zhang Ziwen smiled awkwardly and said, "Never mind, let's wait until everyone sits down at the table.
It's not good ; what if my older sister sees us? She'll say you spoil me. I don't want my little darling to be punished."

"Don't worry... hee hee... I'll be careful." Tang Shu sat up and said sweetly, "Sister Li and
Sister Qing are upstairs right now, you wait here..." Before Zhang Ziwen could stop her, Tang Shu
tiptoed to the dining table, glancing towards the kitchen. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she picked up the chopsticks set on the table
and quickly started rummaging through the food.

Zhang Ziwen's appetite had been whetted. He couldn't resist the temptation; crispy pork ribs were his favorite.
Watching Tang Shu's kitten-like, cautious movements, Zhang Ziwen found it amusing. He inwardly blamed He Li for
creating so many ridiculous rules, punishing those who broke them. Wasn't this deliberately making things difficult for him? These rules were all aimed at Zhang Ziwen.
After staying at his new home in the US for two days, he had corrected his bad habit of not washing his hands before meals. Before returning home this time, He Li
had given him another lesson, and the rules and regulations of the punishments vaguely reflected Mu Qing's methods. It easily reminded him of
when he was Mu Qing's assistant. Mu Qing's three rules and eight points of attention had cost him a lot of money. He didn't expect that even
after becoming his woman, this little lioness wouldn't forget to tease him. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's lips.
He actually quite liked Mu Qing's teasing personality.

Tang Shu was quick; by then, the little rascal had already slipped back with a small plate of crispy pork ribs.
The aroma was irresistible, and Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. He thought to himself, "My little darling really cares about me." Without a word, he
showered Tang Shu's face with kisses, making her incredibly sweet and cloying smile. Judging from the satisfied and happy look in Tang Shu's beautiful
eyes he really enjoyed and was willing to do something naughty for his beloved Wen-ge.

The ribs tasted amazing; one bite was enough to tell it was Song Lin's cooking. Without Zhang Ziwen making any effort, he
devoured . In half a minute, only the bones remained on the plate. His movements were incredibly fast, though his eating
manners were extremely unsightly. Now that his cravings were temporarily suppressed, he felt much better. Zhang Ziwen let out a satisfied sigh. "
Awesome!"

Tang Shu was already used to Zhang Ziwen's eating habits. Seeing him finish the crispy pork ribs on his plate,
she smiled and asked, "Brother Wen, do you want more? If not, Xiao Shu will get you

some more." Her words were enticing, and Zhang Ziwen genuinely felt a little unsatisfied. Tang Shu, having
received tacit approval, was about to get up from the sofa when footsteps sounded on the stairs.

"Oh no, Sister Li and the others are coming down!" Tang Shu exclaimed softly, frantically cleaning up
the mess on the coffee table. Zhang Ziwen, flustered by Tang Shu's antics, quickly got up to help clean up. Taking the mess
to the kitchen was obviously too late, so he hastily stuffed the plate of bones into the coffee table drawer.
Just as he finished cleaning up, He Li and Mu Qing came down the stairs.

He Li noticed the slightly guilty expressions on Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu's faces and assumed they had just been intimate
. She inwardly cursed, thinking, "This little lecher is up to his old tricks as soon as he's recovered; he doesn't even get a proper rest.

" "...Why is there oil on the table? Oh dear, Brother Wen's been sneaking a bite again." Mu Qing, with sharp eyes, spotted
the suspicious mark on the coffee table.

"Don't talk nonsense! Who...who stole a bite? Which eye saw it?" Zhang Ziwen denied it, knowing the consequences would
be severe.

He Li scrutinized Zhang Ziwen, noticed the clue, and glared at him, saying, "Hmph, you brat, you still dare
to say you didn't steal a bite? You haven't even wiped the oil off your lips! Tell me, how will you be punished?"

"No...don't punish Brother Wen...it...it was me...who did it..." Tang Shu blushed and lowered her head,
admitting it.

Oh dear, she just confessed like that? Seeing Tang Shu's guilty expression, Zhang Ziwen
could only smile sheepishly. He couldn't deny it now; he'd have to face the punishment.

“Xiao Shu…the rules are agreed upon by everyone, don’t take the blame, lest this kid use you as a shield.”
He Li saw Tang Shu trying to take full responsibility and quickly stopped her. She couldn’t bear to punish Tang Shu.

“It’s not Xiao Shu’s fault. Sister, you tell me. What’s the punishment?” Zhang Ziwen sighed. He didn’t want Tang Shu
to suffer either, so the punishment for stealing a bite shouldn’t be too severe.

Hearing Zhang Ziwen admit defeat, Mu Qing quickly stepped in to play the victim: “Hehe…I’ll say it. According to our family rules,
stealing a bite means washing dishes for a week. You definitely haven’t washed your hands yet, so as an additional punishment, you also have to wash the bathtub for a week.” Mu
Qing was secretly delighted; she had finally caught the big bad guy in the foot. Bringing a beautiful woman home without knowing why, he had to
find some psychological balance.

“No way…” Zhang Ziwen’s expression was so bitter it was almost dripping with water; this punishment was much heavier than he had imagined.

"That's settled then. You'll be doing the dishes and cleaning the bathtub this week, no bargaining." He
Li looked at Zhang Ziwen's expression, amused, but outwardly continued. The family rules couldn't be set for nothing;
the women all obedient and unlikely to break any rules. Today was a good start.

Zhang Ziwen objected. A grown man doing dishes? What kind of decorum was that? "This seems a bit unfair. Let me see
what rules you've set? What kind of punishment is this?"

He Li rolled her eyes at Zhang Ziwen and said, "I know you're not happy. Xiao Qing, go get it for him."

Mu Qing cheerfully agreed, got up, and rummaged under the coffee table. She quickly found the printed family rules
and handed them to Zhang Ziwen. She also found a plate containing a skeleton hidden in a drawer. The evidence was irrefutable; Zhang Ziwen
couldn't back out now.

Zhang Ziwen took the so-called family rules—three whole pages. After a cursory glance, Zhang Ziwen was even more certain...
Written by Mu Qing, the rules weren't really family discipline; they were just excuses to discipline him. However,
most of them were about correcting Zhang Ziwen's bad habits, so it seemed these rules were indeed targeting him. Leaving aside
bad habits like stealing food or not washing hands before meals, the fact that he had to change his underwear every day was already quite obvious. Did he really
have that many flaws? Zhang Ziwen looked at the dazzling list of rules and punishments, his head spinning.

"This…it doesn't seem to concern you, does it? It all seems like it's restricting me," Zhang Ziwen
asked cautiously. One rule forbade him from speaking loudly to the women in the house, and even more so from scolding them
. He had to be careful.

He Li's beautiful eyes flashed with a smile as she said, "Hmph, good to know. You have the most bad habits in the family. How
can we not teach you a lesson? This was unanimously agreed upon by the women in the family. Don't believe me? Ask Xiao Shu."

Zhang Ziwen glanced at Xiao Shu. Even his little darling had been dragged into this? He felt completely isolated by the women in his
family . They had to choose; his future days were likely going to be difficult.

Tang Shu avoided Zhang Ziwen's questioning gaze. She didn't dare to look him in the eye. The other three women in the family
unanimously advocated for establishing some kind of family law, so she had no reason to object. Little Guaiguai felt helpless as well.

Seeing Tang Shu's expression, Zhang Ziwen was speechless. He knew
he had no choice but to do housework for a week. If he be dire; He Li could find a whole host of ways to discipline him. Not to mention Mu Qing and An
Yun—those two clever girls, if they teamed up, who knew what they would do? He had to accept his fate. Zhang Ziwen
sighed inwardly, frustrated. He'd talked about restoring his husbandly authority
, but the women in his family had already struck first. His days of being able to lord it over the family seemed far off. Zhang Ziwen deeply felt the impending
doom …

A warm family dinner was underway, the music melodious and soothing, red wine and delicious food.
Looking around, he saw only stunningly beautiful women. Zhang Ziwen felt a fragrant breeze in his nostrils, and his eyes began to glaze over.
Opposite him sat the gentle Tang Shu and the seemingly gentle Song Lin. Zhang Ziwen felt his vision blurring.
Which of these beauties wasn't a rare gem? Which one wasn't incredibly intelligent? Intelligent and beautiful,
each more unique and outstanding than the last, which one wouldn't be the dream
girl ? Of these beauties present, only An Yun and He Li were out of his reach; the other three
were already his prey, none of them escaping. He was incredibly fortunate. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but be happy
. If there were no family rules to restrain him, he would be the happiest man in the world.
Zhang Ziwen was floating on air, but also a little troubled by his happiness. Which beauty would he share a bed with tonight? It was a difficult
choice, a real dilemma…

He Li, sitting opposite Zhang Ziwen, seeing his absent-mindedness, couldn't help but ask, “You brat,
you're not eating properly! What are you thinking about? Are you still upset about your punishment?”

He Li's words drew giggles from the other beauties
. Only the outstanding beauties present could laugh at their beloved man being punished. These women deeply believed that the fun in life began with the men they loved,
and playing pranks on them was part of that fun.

Zhang Ziwen was unaware of the strange thoughts of the beautiful women. Regarding He Li's question, he could only offer a
reluctant smile.

"...Oh, right, I just remembered something." He Li put down her chopsticks,
noticing her, and said with a smile, "What I was thinking is, it seems we need to find a more spacious place to live,
preferably a quieter one. Living in this neighborhood doesn't seem very convenient. We have four famous people in our family now;
we can't afford to stay in a quiet place."

Four famous people? The beautiful women were puzzled, and even Zhang Ziwen was a little surprised, asking, "Four famous people? Isn't
that a bit much?"

"Isn't that right?" He Li rolled her eyes at him and said, "Let's not even talk about you and Song Lin, everyone in the world
knows them. Now Xiao Qing and Xiao Yun are also implicated because of you. The scene of you carrying Xiao Qing out of the wedding banquet while you were stealing the bride is all
over the airwaves right now. On the plane, you and Xiao Yun were so tightly embracing that you couldn't separate. It's been shown on TV a lot too. Haven't those two girls
become big celebrities now?"

As soon as He Li finished speaking, all the beauties sitting there, except for Tang Shu, blushed deeply
. The other three beauties all lowered their heads in embarrassment, and at the same time, a sweet feeling welled up in their hearts. It was shy and
alluring. Not only did Zhang Ziwen keep staring at them, but Tang Shu also felt quite envious, regretting that she wasn't the leading lady in these
touching stories.

The atmosphere in the small restaurant became subtle and romantic at this moment, full of spring colors, and also very quiet and peaceful.

"Hey... what are you all spacing out for? I said we should move, so give your opinions!" He Li
saw that everyone present was either spacing out or shy, so she quickly broke the romantic atmosphere. This matter needed to be dealt with quickly;
now was not the time for sentimentality...

Chapter 193 A Troublesome Woman

When He Li suggested moving, the beauties didn't have any objections. They all looked at Zhang Ziwen. In this family, the most important
matters were still decided by him. In short, they would follow him wherever he went. If he didn't move, it would be pointless to say anything.

Seeing all the beautiful women staring at him expectantly, Zhang Ziwen smiled and said, "...Then let's move.
Let's find a villa in the suburbs, and we also need to arrange accommodation for the security personnel. Guarding the community all night is hard work."

With that, it seemed the head of the household had agreed, and the move was considered unanimously approved. Mu Qing and He Li
, being more familiar with new developments and luxury homes, chatted away, discussing what a suitable new living environment
would be like—a large house, good lighting, and complete landscaping and amenities. As the two beauties got into their conversation,
An Yun quickly joined in, and Song Lin, wanting to show she was part of the family, also tried to integrate herself into the women's
moving plan. The conversation at the dinner table quickly became lively.

At this moment, Zhang Ziwen noticed Tang Shu moving her lips as if she wanted to say something, but her expression seemed
hesitant.

Zhang Ziwen saw this clearly and asked with a smile, "Say what you want to say, Xiao Shu, let everyone have their opinions
."

Did the little darling have something to say? All the beauties stopped talking and turned to look at Tang Shu.
Tang Shu was a little embarrassed by everyone's gaze, and her face turned bright red in an instant. She was beautiful, stunningly beautiful.
Zhang Ziwen and the other beauties present all had an urge to hug her and cherish her. She was too cute and too attractive.

Seeing Tang Shu's slight hesitation, He Li couldn't help but ask, "Shu...do you have any good suggestions?
Everyone 's listening."

Tang Shu blushed and said, "I...I just have an idea. I think there's a place that would be perfect for us
to move . It's safe and secure, and we won't be disturbed by the outside world. I just don't know if Brother Wen would be willing."

"Where? It's quite suitable? If the place is good, your Brother Wen will definitely be willing," He Li said, intrigued.

"Safe and secure? And not disturbed by the outside world? What place?" Zhang Ziwen asked, puzzled. Why was
Tang Shu asking if he was willing?

Tang Shu said cautiously, "...It's...it's inside Adiya. Sister Li, didn't you say
the villas there were nice last time? You even said it would be great if we could stay there. I'm talking about that villa inside Adiya."

He Li said, "Oh, you mean that villa? It's nice. There's a big lawn right outside, and
a small artificial lake behind it. The tennis court isn't far either. It's really a great place, but...but it's a clubhouse villa, right?
Can we go in and stay there?"

"We can stay there...I heard they say that villa can be rented. Brother Wen is an Adiya VIP member, he
just needs to talk to...Madam..." Tang Shu blushed after speaking, and secretly glanced at Zhang Ziwen,
a hint of guilt flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Zhang Ziwen didn't see Tang Shu's glance. But he knew where the villa she was talking about was. That
place was truly a paradise, not only located in the city center, making shopping very convenient, but also
because Adiya was a members-only club with extremely tight security. There's no need to worry about anyone coming in
to bother him, but... would Tang Ying agree to rent it to him?

Zhang Ziwen's mind flashed to Tang Ying's stunningly beautiful face, and a sudden pang of pain shot through his heart. Could he
really trouble her again?

"Hey... you brat, say something! What are you daydreaming about? Did you even hear what Xiao Shu said?" He
Li, seeing Zhang Ziwen's absent-mindedness, couldn't help but call out to wake him.

Zhang Ziwen snapped out of his reverie, sighed inwardly, and said, "...That place is nice, but I have to
ask . Don't get your hopes up too high; it's a club after all. It's best to find
somewhere else to stay." Zhang Ziwen sighed again after speaking. Ever since that heartfelt confession in America, he had been genuinely
afraid to face Tang Ying.

He Li nodded and said, "You're right. Although Sister Ying is easy to talk to, it's not good to keep bothering her.
I think it's better to find a house in the suburbs." He Li said she would go out and find another place, but she was very reluctant in her heart. She
really liked that villa. It would be great to rent it, even if it was expensive.

Tang Shu didn't speak, but a faint smile flashed in her beautiful eyes. She heard
Zhang Ziwen agree to ask. As long as he asked, the matter would most likely be settled. However, seeing Zhang Ziwen's somewhat embarrassed
expression, Tang Shu already had another idea...

In the kitchen, Zhang Ziwen looked at the pile of dishes with a bitter expression. He could hear
the laughter of the beautiful women in the living room from time to time. He couldn't help but sigh. It's so hard being a man. It's even harder being a man and having to wash dishes in the kitchen
. With these rebellious beauties in his family, he could only sigh a couple of times. "Wash them,"
Zhang Ziwen said dejectedly, turning on the tap.

A fragrant breeze wafted into Zhang Ziwen's nostrils, and his heart leaped with joy. It was his little darling. She
had already tiptoed to his side, and seeing that Zhang Ziwen was about to speak, she quickly made a shushing gesture.
Her beautiful eyes peeked outside, and she stuck out her little tongue, whispering, "...I sneaked in.
It would be terrible if Sister Li and Xiaoyun found out."

Zhang Ziwen smiled, looking at her with questioning eyes. If she was so afraid, why did she come in?

"Hehe...I came in to help you wash. If I'm quick, they won't find out." Tang Shu made
a sweet and cute face at Zhang Ziwen, rolled up her sleeves, and deftly picked up a plate to wash.

Tang Shu was the best. Looking at her earnest expression as she washed, Zhang Ziwen felt a warmth in his heart. It was always the gentle Tang Shu who protected him
. Heaven was so good to him, sending this precious treasure to his side.
Zhang Ziwen sighed deeply.

Just as she finished cleaning up the huge pile of dishes, she heard An Yun's voice calling out from outside, "...Xiao Shu...
Xiao Shu, where are you?"

Before she finished speaking, An Yun was already at the kitchen door, laughing and saying, "Oh, I knew you were
here. Why did you help that big jerk wash the dishes?" An Yun's beautiful eyes immediately spotted the neatly stacked dishes after washing them, and
she exaggeratedly said, "Oh...you helped wash them all? Great, I'm going to tell Sister Li. Hmph, there will be
additional punishment." An Yun finished speaking gleefully. She turned around to go out and tell on him.

Zhang Ziwen was quick enough to stop An Yun first, saying, "Which eye of yours saw Xiao Shu help me?
Don't wrongly accuse someone, okay?"

Additional punishment, *...doesn't anyone want to live?

Tang Shu put her wet little hands behind her back and said to An Yun, "Xiao Yun...please don't tell Sister Li
, okay? I really didn't help Brother Wen." Tang Shu's expression was a little pitiful. If Zhang Ziwen was punished further, she
would feel guilty and unable to sleep.

An Yun glanced at Tang Shu, her pitiful appearance making An Yun feel a little sorry for her. However, she was
also a little resentful that Zhang Ziwen was forcibly blocking her way. She reached out and pushed, but it was like steel. She couldn't move her. An Yun stomped her foot and said, "
Get out of my way! Why are you blocking me?"

"I can let you, but don't go around gossiping." Zhang Ziwen's eyes were fierce, and his tone was threatening
. He wanted to scare this ignorant girl.

"Hmph, what kind of tone is that? I'm going to get out of my way!" An Yun was not easily swayed by soft words, and Zhang Ziwen's threat
had the opposite effect on her.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, Tang Shu quickly went to An Yun's side and gently said, "Okay, stop it
, okay? How about this, as long as you don't tell Sister Li, I'll agree to anything. I promise I'll never help Brother Wen again,
okay?"

"Don't beg her, let's see what she dares to do!" Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of heartache seeing Tang Shu plead for him. He
didn't want Tang Shu to suffer any injustice, so he reached out and pulled the little darling into his arms, glaring at An Yun and saying, "I'm
telling you to leave. Do whatever you want, I'll take you."

An Yun was stunned, her beautiful eyes instantly welling up with tears. His tone was so fierce; she
saw contempt in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. Her heart ached, she felt like she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't bear it. If it weren't for Zhang Ziwen...
Wen had been mean to her before, which she could tolerate, but now this jerk was yelling at her in front of Tang Shu. She wanted to cry;
she hated this heartless jerk. An Yun turned away and rushed out of the kitchen. She didn't want to
shed tears in front of this jerk. Standing outside the kitchen, she was already in tears…

“Xiao Yun… Xiao Yun…” He Li’s voice called from outside,
but there was no answer. Instead, there was the loud slamming of the door.

Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu exchanged glances, unsure what to do. Zhang Ziwen inwardly groaned. This girl’s temper
was too much! How could she not tolerate even the slightest grievance? This was it; his older sister was definitely going to cause him trouble. And

trouble indeed came. At that moment, He Li stormed in, and upon seeing Zhang Ziwen, she said
fiercely , “What did you do to Xiao Yun?” He Li looked like she wanted to devour him.
She was the one who doted on An Yun the most in the family.

“…I didn’t do anything to her!” Zhang Ziwen looked completely innocent.

He Li said angrily, "Nothing happened? That girl stormed out the door, aren't you going to go find
her and bring her back?"

"Ran...out?" Zhang Ziwen's face turned pale with fright. If this girl really ran away from home,
he be in big trouble.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and go find her." He Li said angrily, "I'm telling you
, if you don't find An Yun, don't even think about coming back in this house. Hurry up and go."

"I'm going right now." Zhang Ziwen quickly let go of Tang Shu in his arms and hurriedly walked out. He panicked.
It was rare for He Li to be so angry in front of him. It seemed that he had really angered He Li this time.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, Zhang Ziwen pressed the elevator button. It was slow, ridiculously slow. One of the two elevators was going up,
while the other was going down from the floor above. It seemed that it was still a long way to go before he reached his floor. There was no other way but to take the stairs.
Zhang Ziwen turned around and rushed towards the stairwell. He moved quickly, hoping to stop An Yun before the elevator reached the bottom of the building.

Zhang Ziwen rushed to the corner of the first floor, but just as he was about to rush into the lobby, he stopped. The lobby
was crowded. Zhang Ziwen inwardly cursed; it was a close call.
If he had rushed out so recklessly, he would have been surrounded. If he had tried to stop the crying beauty, who knew what the newspapers would say the next day?

What to do? Zhang Ziwen was troubled. Just then, the elevator bell rang, and the elevator slowly opened.
Zhang Ziwen peeked out and saw a mother and daughter step out. He didn't see An Yun get out of the elevator. The elevator
doors slowly closed. Luckily, no one had noticed. Zhang Ziwen pulled his head back, wondering
where the girl had gone. Judging by the time, this should be the elevator. Damn brat, don't be so impatient!
Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of unease. He asked himself honestly, and he didn't actually dislike An Yun. It was just that this girl
was always arguing with him, and moreover, she was always the one who started the conflict. Sometimes, he couldn't help but get angry with her. But
tonight, An Yun stormed out of the house in a huff, and Zhang Ziwen was still panicked. He was really afraid that if this girl's stubborn temper flared up, she would disappear
, which would be troublesome. He knew he would definitely get into trouble with He Li, and he would feel guilty.
Deep down, Zhang Ziwen had already regarded An Yun as his younger sister, but this younger sister was just a bit of a headache for him.

Zhang Ziwen sighed in frustration. Sometimes, he thought, this girl wasn't entirely useless.
When he was recovering at the South Korean hospital, she often peeled fruit for him and would occasionally push him outside to get some sun. She was so gentle and considerate back
then , and so adorable. He remembered
when he first woke up, he could see the tear tracks on her face, and her beautiful, expressive eyes were full of worry. When the doctor
announced that he was out of danger, he could see the genuine joy in her eyes. This girl still
cared about him. Thinking of this, Zhang Ziwen shook his head with some regret. He had indeed been a bit harsh on her tonight.
As a grown man, it wasn't kind of him to be so harsh on a young girl. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen was filled with remorse.
No, he had to find this girl.

Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and his mind cleared up a bit. Calculating the time and
the operation of the two elevators, Zhang Ziwen was now certain that An Yun was still inside the apartment building. As long as she hadn't left, Zhang Ziwen
breathed a sigh of relief. After a brief analysis, Zhang Ziwen basically had a grasp of An Yun's whereabouts. If nothing unexpected happened,
the girl should have gone to the rooftop. Thinking of this…

Chapter 194 Simple Request

It seems that An Yun's little brain is extremely clever; she knows she's already a celebrity, and leaving the building isn't
a good choice. Why didn't he think of this? Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself, admiring An Yun's
clarity of mind despite her anger, while he, a seemingly elite individual, was so muddle-headed. Women, ah,
they all become confused when it comes to women. Zhang Ziwen gave a self-deprecating bitter smile…

Exiting the elevator on the 22nd floor, the next floor was the rooftop. Zhang Ziwen climbed the stairs and saw the rooftop door was
open, his heart leaping with joy. He rushed up, but as soon as he
reached the rooftop, he shivered. It was cold; the wind was howling.
Good heavens, this girl must be freezing! Zhang Ziwen felt uneasy and quickly searched the area. Soon, he spotted a dark figure huddled in a sheltered
spot —it was An Yun. He could faintly hear her sobbing. Zhang Ziwen's heart ached, and he quickly walked
over.

Approaching her, Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of heartache. How had she come to this state? The little girl had run out without
a coat; her clothes were extremely thin, and the biting night wind made her shiver. An Yun was curled up in a ball
, her head buried between her knees, her little shoulders heaving as she sobbed heartbrokenly, her words broken and fragmented:
"...Waaah...Sister...You big jerk...You bullied me...Waaah...He scolded me...I hate that big jerk so much
...Sister..." Her voice was so pitiful.

This girl was confiding in her deceased sister. Zhang Ziwen heard it all clearly, and his heart nearly broke. What had
he done to her? How could he have scolded such a lonely and miserable girl? God. Zhang Ziwen was filled
with remorse. He quickly took off his coat and draped it over her. An Yun's delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked up. Zhang Ziwen
felt another wave of heartache. Tears streamed down her face. Her beautiful face was covered in tears, her complexion pale from the cold. Her lips
were still a little purple. Seeing that it was Zhang Ziwen, her beautiful, expressive eyes looked even more heartbroken and aggrieved
. Her pitiful, sobbing appearance almost tore Zhang Ziwen's heart apart.

"...I don't want your smelly clothes...I hate you so much...Go away..." An Yun struggled to lift his
coat.

Zhang Ziwen moved swiftly, grabbing her and holding her tightly, wrapping his warm
coat her trembling body. An Yun struggled fiercely. The little lioness was going berserk. She
repelled his warmth, his scent; she hated this man who had been so fierce to her. She would rather die than let this
heartless Zhang Ziwen touch her body, but her struggles and resistance were futile. She
was no match for him, no match for this master among masters. With a gasp, she felt herself being lifted into the air. Her hands involuntarily
wrapped around his shoulders and neck—an instinctive action—because Zhang Ziwen had lifted her up by the waist. The movement
was so fast that while she was still a little dizzy, a door opened, and she could no longer feel the biting cold wind or
the chill of the rooftop. It was no longer dark; the hallway lights emitted a soft glow.

It felt so warm and comfortable. An Yun snuggled closer to Zhang Ziwen, who was holding her. She quickly
realized she was being held by the person she hated. His scent infuriated her, and the struggle and resistance
returned. She protested loudly, "Put me down...you big jerk, put me down...
who asked you to tell me what to do..."

This girl was quite strong; her struggles were too intense, and Zhang Ziwen finally let her go, but still held
her in his arms. He could feel the chill in her body, and his chest offered her
warmth .

"...Why are you holding me...I don't want you to hold me...I hate it...I don't want you to touch me..." An Yun's
body twisted, trying to escape the warm embrace.

"Don't move, you're still cold..." Zhang Ziwen said softly.

"I'm moving! It's my own business if I freeze to death, I don't want you to tell me what to do." An Yun was stubborn, her beautiful, tearful
eyes filled with anger.

An Yun struggled too fiercely, and Zhang Ziwen had to increase his strength to control her. He
was a little helpless with this stubborn girl, but he couldn't let her go either. The girl was freezing, and even sneezed while struggling.

Zhang Ziwen tightened his grip on her struggling body again and said softly, "Bear with it a little longer, don't move around anymore
. Once you warm up, you can do whatever you want. It's my fault, it's all my fault, please don't be angry anymore."

Tired, the big jerk's hands were too strong, and An Yun had no strength left. Hearing the big jerk's words of apology, she
helplessly gave up struggling, but she still felt wronged. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears again. She
raised her face and looked at the big jerk holding her with a very aggrieved expression. Her beautiful eyes, which could speak, vented her dissatisfaction and
grievances. Why did you scold me? Why did you despise me? Why did you give me a bad look in front of Xiao Shu?

These were beautiful eyes that could kill. The meaning in her eyes clearly expressed intense dissatisfaction.
Zhang Ziwen understood perfectly. He sighed inwardly and said softly, "...Xiaoyun, I...I didn't mean
it. I didn't expect you to be so angry. I promise you, I won't be mean to you anymore, okay?"

Not mean it? I don't believe you, you big jerk! An Yun's eyes were filled with intense annoyance.

"Believe me, I really didn't mean it. Don't be angry anymore, okay?" Zhang Ziwen effortlessly
understood the protest in her eyes.

Why wouldn't I be angry? I'm very angry! Who told you to bully me?

"I...I won't be mean to you anymore. I swear, if I'm mean to you again, I...I..." Zhang Ziwen
hesitated, unable to finish his sentence. Making a vow in front of a woman felt awkward. He'd only ever made one vow in his life—a vow
of loyalty to the People's Army.

You...you what? A vow? Hmph, I want to hear what kind of vow you're making? A hint of interest flickered in An Yun's
beautiful eyes. Zhang Ziwen's gentle words had calmed her down considerably.

Seeing her persistent gaze, Zhang Ziwen sighed and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do to stop
being angry? I'll agree to anything."

An Yun tilted her head; his words had won her over. It seemed the big jerk had genuinely apologized.
He'd agree to anything; he had to think of something.

"...You'll agree to anything? You mean it." An Yun spoke, her voice still slightly
nasal , soft and sweet.

"I mean it. I'll agree to anything." Seeing the little girl finally speak, Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of
relief . His little darling seemed to have calmed down considerably.

"Tch... Don't mention 'brother' in front of me. What kind of brother is mean to his sister?"

An Yun wrinkled her nose, feeling awkward hearing him call himself "brother.

" "Yes, yes, whatever you say." Zhang Ziwen nodded hastily; she was the boss now.

A hint of joy flickered in An Yun's beautiful eyes. It was rare for her big rascal to be so obedient in front of her; such
a rare made her incredibly happy.

"Then… I'll make a request…" the little girl asked cautiously, still somewhat disbelieving
.

"Go ahead. Ask for whatever you want. Brother… I'll agree to anything." Zhang Ziwen was going all out. As long as
this girl stopped causing trouble, he'd get her anything she wanted, even the stars in the sky.

"First…" An Yun tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying, "…You're not allowed to be mean to me anymore,
not for the rest of your life. Can you do that?"

"No problem, I'll cherish you for the rest of my life, okay?" Zhang Ziwen agreed readily.

An Yun rolled her eyes at him. The meaning was clear: who needs your affection? Just don't be mean to me. Zhang Ziwen smiled
awkwardly . He found her beautiful eyes, which spoke volumes, unmatched. How could this An girl's eyes
be so expressive?

"Secondly... you'll have to listen to me from now on. It's not like you can't do whatever I say." An Yun finished speaking,
a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes.

"...Listen...listen to you?" Zhang Ziwen had a headache.
What ?

"Hmph, I knew you weren't sincere. What you said earlier was all a lie, saying I'd do whatever you wanted. You're
lying ." An Yun saw the hesitation in his eyes and her lips pouted instantly.

"That's not what I meant. I'll listen to you...I...I'm afraid I can't do it..." Zhang Ziwen
honestly voiced his concerns.

Good heavens, are there really such honest men? An Yun was a little incredulous. This big jerk
couldn't tactful. She felt that Zhang Ziwen, who was holding her, was like an alien, seemingly ridiculously naive.

Understanding his concerns, An Yun thought for a moment and said, "...Who said you have to listen to everything? I just said if..."
"If we disagree on something, I'm in charge, and you have to listen to me."

Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and felt that what she said wasn't a big problem, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you.
Anything else?" He was thinking that he would give in to her in the future, and arguing with her would only make him suffer
. He just needed to avoid provoking her in the future.

"There's...there's...I haven't thought of anything yet. You do these two things first, and I'll
tell you when I remember." An Yun really couldn't think of anything else; her request wasn't high.

Zhang Ziwen was secretly pleased. These two requests were indeed not high. He had thought that this girl would use some tricky
or strange method to blackmail him, but he didn't expect to get it done so easily. He had finally settled things with his older sister, and
Zhang Ziwen was extremely happy.

"What are you happy about? What's so funny? I'm still angry." An Yun was dissatisfied. She saw the smile in Zhang Ziwen's
eyes .

"Yes, yes, I'm not happy anymore. Let's go home." Zhang Ziwen quickly composed himself.

"Okay...but..." An Yun's beautiful eyes darted around.

There was something wrong with the little girl's gaze; it seemed like she had something on her mind. Zhang Ziwen looked at her nervously, his eyes
questioning. He was worried that she might be acting strangely and refuse to go home. His older sister was probably getting impatient, and if she stayed
any longer might get complicated.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's nervousness, An Yun found it amusing and said to him in a soft, gentle voice, "...
You can go home, but I'm going to punish you. You were so mean to me today; I can't let it go without punishing you."

"Fine, I should be punished. Who told me to be mean to you? Punish me then." Zhang Ziwen readily agreed. At worst,
he'd have to wash the dishes for another week; it wasn't a big deal.

"I...I want you to carry me downstairs; you're not allowed to take the elevator." An Yun's eyes gleamed with mischief; she wanted to give
this big rascal a good thrashing.

Zhang Ziwen felt a huge sense of relief. This girl was light; carrying her downstairs was a piece of cake. He
immediately Without waiting for her to say anything more, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. With a soft cry, An Yun was swept into his embrace.
Zhang Ziwen looked at An Yun, whose face was slightly flushed, and said, "Is this alright? Let's go home." An

Yun's face was flushed, and she gave a soft "Mmm" in a barely audible voice. She quickly wrapped her little hands around his stomach,
burying her head in his shoulder and neck, feeling a little embarrassed. At the same time, she felt a bit cheated; seeing his cheerful
expression, it seemed she hadn't punished him.

It was really easy. Holding the fragrant An Yun, Zhang Ziwen returned to his
floor . Just as he reached out to ring the doorbell, An Yun slapped his hand, stopping him in time.

What? Did you change your mind? You're already here but don't want to come in? Are you embarrassed about running away from home?
Zhang Ziwen looked at the flushed An Yun in his arms with questioning eyes.

"...Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and put me down. It'll be so embarrassing if they see us." An Yun's
face was flushed crimson. She'd been embarrassed ever since he'd carried her down the stairs, and she deeply regretted coming up with this
terrible idea of punishment.

Zhang Ziwen, realizing his mistake, quickly put her soft, fragrant body down. Although he had no
ulterior motives , it wasn't unusual for a grown man to be carrying such a beautiful woman…

Zhang Ziwen led the still somewhat embarrassed An Yun inside. The women in the house were already
dressed and about to go out to find them. An Yun had stormed out of the house, and He Li had been waiting for a long time without
any sign of them. She couldn't sit still any longer. Having spent so much time with An Yun, He Li had developed a deep affection for her. In her
heart , An Yun was like her own sister, no less than she cared for Zhang Ziwen. He Li couldn't tolerate
the slightest mishap to her little girl…

He Li was overjoyed to see Zhang Ziwen and An Yun return home, but seeing An Yun's pale
face , she felt a pang of heartache. He quickly reached out his hands to hug An Yun. Seeing
He Li's genuine emotion, An Yun's lips trembled, and her beautiful eyes instantly filled with tears. Her older sister still cared for her
more than that big jerk. The wronged little kitten immediately found a warmer embrace…

Chapter 195 The Phone Call She Dared Not Answer

Zhang Ziwen had wronged An Yun, and of course, He Li had to give her a lecture. Fortunately, He Li seemed much more refined than
before , using words rather than physical force, sparing Zhang Ziwen from physical pain. In this special family,
although all the beauties seemed to revolve around Zhang Ziwen, He Li was an exception. She was Zhang Ziwen's number one
nemesis. He could ignore everyone else's opinions, and while he might vent his temper on other women, he adopted a policy of non-resistance towards
He Whether she was right or wrong, he accepted everything without arguing or contradicting her.
This habit, formed since childhood, remained unchanged even now. Facing He Li, he not only… He
was unusually obedient, to the point that the other beauties in the family found it a bit unbelievable. They all admired He
Li's skill in raising her brother, especially the three beauties, Mu Qing, An Yun, and Song Lin, who had all suffered at Zhang Ziwen's hands before. They were incredibly
envious of He Li and wished they could make Zhang Ziwen listen to them like that. However, all three beauties
knew it was impossible. They might be able to throw a harmless tantrum in front of him, but to expect him to
obediently follow them was undoubtedly a pipe dream. If they didn't handle it well, they would definitely be in deep trouble if they angered Zhang Ziwen
...

The little incident between Zhang Ziwen and An Yun did not affect the family discord. No one
cared about such common internal family conflicts. It was late at night, and none of the beauties seemed sleepy. They lingered,
unwilling to go back to their rooms first. Zhang Ziwen, needless to say, was in
a state of excitement with the fragrant breeze and the beauties gathered around him. He didn't even want to wash his eyes. Let's move.

With so many beautiful women at home, and Mu Qing and An Yun both being incredibly vibrant and energetic young
women , we needed to create some entertainment. At the suggestion of these two clever girls, a family dance party
was immediately welcomed by the beauties. Since the beauties had no objections, Zhang Ziwen naturally had none either. In this unique atmosphere where women
outnumbered men, even if he had objections, they would only be rejected. Besides, he didn't want to object;
he was happy to join in the fun with the beauties.

The apartment was detached with excellent soundproofing. No matter how late it was, they wouldn't disturb others. The living room
was also large enough that the beauties quickly cleared a small dance floor. Song Lin's
latest and with Song Lin present, she was undoubtedly the karaoke queen for the night. As a new member of the family, the beautiful Song Lin was naturally
happy to show her most radiant side, and her live performance was a feast for the ears of everyone present…

Beautiful melodies and ethereal, enchanting voices filled the air. A group of beautiful women took turns dancing with Zhang Ziwen. He
felt a profound sense of happiness, a happiness he now deeply understood as a man. His eyes were met with a series of stunningly beautiful faces, his arms were around
different supple waists, and the intoxicating scents of various women made his nose twitch. He
felt as if

floating on clouds… After several dances, Zhang Ziwen returned to the sofa to rest. He took a sip of tea, lit a cigarette, and watched the captivating smiles of the beautiful women as
the smoke curled around him. His mind went blank for a moment, his thoughts drifting back
to the past…

He remembered when he had just been discharged from the army and returned to the city, the only beautiful woman he encountered was He Li. Back then,
he was a disappointment, often getting scolded by her, and he could only avoid her. His usual
companions were his two frenemy friends, Hai Dafu and Wang Kai, who were not only devoid of any charm but also made him a pathetic and颓废 (颓废
is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, decadent, and lacking motivation) person, spending his days in a daze. Beautiful women were just a legend to him; even if he saw one on the street or in a bar,
he could only swallow his saliva in despair. Back then, he barely managed to get by with betting on He Li, and the idea of finding a girlfriend
was unthinkable. It wasn't until he rescued Tang Shu from those thugs that his life gradually began to change… Thinking of Tang Shu, Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but glance at her. She was currently chatting animatedly with Song Lin. Looking at
her beautiful face, Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of tenderness. He was truly grateful to the gentle Tang Shu; it was she who had given him the idea to change his life, who had suddenly inspired him to strive for improvement. Zhang Ziwen always believed without Tang Shu, he would likely still be wasting his time in despair. Less than a year had passed, and in that short time, so much seemed to have happened to him. Mu Qing, Song Lin, and even An Yun, whom he always argued with, were all people he had met in this short period, and all had complicated and intertwined stories . Now, these beautiful women had all moved into his home—a first for him! How could things have changed so drastically? Zhang Ziwen felt a mix of emotions, a little bewildered, wondering how so . Even he himself found it hard to believe these things were happening to him. He even thought he was dreaming, a very long, unrealistic erotic dream… “Hey kid, what are you daydreaming about?” A sweet voice suddenly rang out. Zhang Ziwen was startled. A fragrant breeze wafted over him. It was He Li. Only He Li called him that. She naturally sat down next to Zhang Ziwen, her fair and delicate arms casually draped over his shoulders, her head propped up. Her eyes looked at Zhang Ziwen, who had just recovered from his reverie. Her cheeks were still flushed from dancing with An Yun , and she was truly breathtakingly beautiful. [Collected by Yunxiao Pavilion] Coming back to his senses, Zhang Ziwen looked at the stunningly beautiful He Li, his heart fluttering slightly. He stammered, unsure how to answer her question. "Say something! I'm asking you. Your cigarette ash is practically falling to the ground. I have no idea what you're thinking about." He Li said coquettishly , her face, still flushed, blushing even more, because she had noticed the lecherous look in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. Zhang Ziwen quickly looked away and stammered, "...No...nothing. I'm just tired from dancing...I want to rest for a bit." He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray after admitting his mistake. "Heh...lying through your teeth..." He Li leaned closer to him, her eyes mischievous, and said, "... Thinking about women, huh? With so many women at home, are you thinking about who to sleep with tonight?" He Li's teasing made Zhang Ziwen extremely embarrassed. Although what she said had a certain truth to it, these things were best left unsaid. Even with his thick skin, Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but blush when she said it outright. "What are you being shy about? Don't pretend in front of your older sister..." He Li saw his blush. Amused, she continued to tease him, "...By the way, let me ask you something. Have you and Song...have you...done that...?" He Li hesitated to say the words "slept together." "No, absolutely not," Zhang Ziwen quickly denied, stealing glances at Tang Shu sitting on the other side, worried she might have overheard. Seeing his guilty look, He Li followed his gaze to Tang Shu, then turned back and smiled, saying, "Now you're scared, huh? So afraid of making Xiao Shu angry, why did you go around bringing women home?" Wronged, utterly wronged, Zhang Ziwen was speechless. He had never intended to actively pursue any women. Wasn't this all beyond his control? He hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Zhang Ziwen looked innocent and helpless; he could only listen to He Li's words, unable to refute them. Seeing his hesitant expression, He Li found it amusing and leaned closer to whisper, "Alright, stop pretending to be innocent. I didn't say anything to you. Song is a good girl; even if you and she have something going on, I won't say anything. But you have to be careful and don't hurt Xiao Shu. Treat her well; Xiao Shu is kind, as you can tell from what you did to Xiao Qing. I'll give her a little nudge later, and Xiao Shu will probably forgive you one more time. But I have to remind you, don't be affectionate with Song and Xiao Qing in front of her. Don't take advantage ." Zhang Ziwen sighed and nodded, feeling a little grateful to He Li. With her helping to maintain balance , he might be able to get away with it. In the current situation, only she could manage the women in his family. "Hehe... You can sleep with Xiao Shu tonight, make it up to her, maybe that will make her feel better. Song Lin just joined our family, so she probably doesn't have much to say. Tonight, I'll try to keep Xiao Qing company and get her to chat with me. Hehe... You can keep her company tomorrow night too." He Li helped him come up with ideas and provided strong support in action. Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. His older sister was exceptionally kind. He quickly nodded, needing no further thanks, his gratitude was already evident in his eyes. Having such a good older sister was truly wonderful. He almost couldn't resist the urge to hug and kiss He Li; he so wanted to express his boundless gratitude. Seeing his delighted expression, He Li rolled her eyes at him and said, "Look at you, so pathetic... You're already worried about just a few had a few more, you'd probably hang yourself." He Li finished speaking with a mischievous glint in her eyes, leaning closer to him and breathing softly, "Hehe... Now there are three beautiful women at home, at least three times a week. Can you handle it? Or I could buy you... buy you some medicine..." He Li blushed slightly, her concern tinged with a hint of blatant lewdness . He Li's words made Zhang Ziwen a little embarrassed, and her pressing against his soft, delicate body made him even more awkward. He could clearly see...

He could feel the pressure of her full, soft breasts against his skin, and smell the sweet scent of her breath. The ambiguous tone of her words made
him think of something more intimate. Something was amiss. Zhang Ziwen was aroused by the beautiful He Li. How
could forget her own irresistible allure? Zhang Ziwen leaned back slightly, wanting to escape He Li's
brazen intimacy.

He Li noticed Zhang Ziwen's slight movement and saw his uncomfortable expression.
Knowing Zhang Ziwen well, she instantly found the problem. She stole a glance at his bulging crotch,
inwardly . A blush rose to her beautiful face, adding to her allure. She moved away from him, and his masculine
reaction stirred something within her. Did she really arouse him so strongly? She dared not think any further,
because she could already feel the strange sensation between her legs…

The brief awkwardness was quickly broken. Just as the couple on the sofa were feeling their hearts pounding and their ears burning, Zhang Ziwen's
phone, which was on the coffee table, rang. The ringtone was shrill, and all the women in the living room heard it and looked at Zhang Ziwen. Who would be calling him
so late?

“Who would be calling you so late? It’s a woman, isn’t it?” He Li looked at Zhang Ziwen, her tone questioning, using the opportunity
to cover up her unease and embarrassment.

Zhang Ziwen picked up his phone and glanced at the caller ID. His heart skipped a beat. He Li was right; it was a woman,
the woman who had always caused Zhang Ziwen pain. Zhang Ziwen stood up and said to He Li, "...It's Sister Ying
calling. I'll go to the garden to pick her up. She probably wants to talk to me about something."

He Li nodded slightly and said, "Go ahead. Say hello to Sister Ying for me."

Apart from He Li and Tang Shu, who knew Tang Ying, Mu Qing, Song Lin, and An Yun didn't know who this Sister Ying
was was taking the phone behind someone's back. Seeing Zhang Ziwen disappear into the stairwell, the three beauties
surrounded He Li, asking what was going on with this Sister Ying. Since it involved a woman they didn't know, the three beauties couldn't help but be curious,
chattering away, making He Li explain for quite a while. Of all the beautiful women in the living room, Tang Shu was the quietest. She
sat the other side of the sofa, not interrupting or joining in the fun, as if she had known this call was coming all along…

The night wind was quite chilly, but Zhang Ziwen, standing in the garden, felt no cold at all. He
felt his blood circulating faster, and his throat was a little dry. He hesitated to answer the phone,
feeling both wanting to and afraid to answer. He was conflicted and hesitant, because before this, in order to steal
Mu Qing at the wedding banquet, he had shamelessly asked Tang Ying for… He asked to borrow a car, but the person who answered the phone wasn't Tang Ying, but her
bodyguard, Zhang Dayong. His request to borrow the car, and even her instructions to send people to protect the women around her, were all
relayed by Zhang Dayong. Zhang Ziwen could sense that Tang Ying was avoiding him. He felt heartbroken and desperate.
He even resolved never to see her again, never to hear her voice again. He felt he
would never have the face to see Tang Ying again, because he had once defiled her noble and beautiful self…

And now Tang Ying was suddenly calling. What could she want? Zhang Ziwen couldn't guess. The call was
coming from her bedroom; it couldn't have been someone else making the call. Had she stopped avoiding him
? Was she no longer angry about the abrupt things he had said to her? Zhang Ziwen was in pain.
He could never understand Tang Ying's heart ...

Chapter 196 Let's Go for a Walk in the Wind

The phone rang persistently. Tang Ying, far away on the other side of the ocean, seemed to know he was holding a phone, seemed
to know his hesitant thoughts. The ringing continued, and although it automatically stopped after the unanswered timeout, it
would soon ring again, resolutely, as if the phone would ring forever if he didn't answer
...

This was the fifth time it had rung after the timeout. Answer it, a voice in Zhang Ziwen's heart kept urging
him. The ringing was stirring his heartstrings. Zhang Ziwen took a deep breath and gently pressed the answer key. He held
the phone to his ear, but there was no sound. It was her. Zhang Ziwen could feel Tang Ying lying... He could
feel , and he could sense her conflicted emotions, just like his. The call connected, but
there was no sound from the phone. Neither of them spoke; they both seemed afraid to hear each other's voices. Their
hearts seemed to be pounding with joy…

Time passed quietly. The garden was silent. Zhang Ziwen stood there quietly, like a
stone sculpture blending into the night, still as a deep pool. A cold wind occasionally swept by, icy and biting, but he felt no
chill. His heart was burning, his blood was boiling. Tang Ying, this noble and elegant woman, seemed to have
infused Zhang Ziwen, this stone sculpture, with a powerful life. He couldn't remain silent in her presence forever. If this
continued , even he, a stone sculpture, would explode…

“…Are you… still there?” Zhang Ziwen broke the silence. He knew she was there.

“Yes… Are you… alright?” came the voice that Zhang Ziwen had been longing for from the phone.

“…I’m fine, everything is fine.” Zhang Ziwen tried to keep his voice calm, because he could feel
his voice trembling slightly.

"...That's good...your injuries have just healed. Rest more, don't let your family worry about you anymore."
Tang Ying's gentle voice conveyed her care for Zhang Ziwen, and she probably
knew about what had happened to him recently.

"...I know. I'll be careful, thank you." Zhang Ziwen felt awkward,
his

heart full of words seemingly unable to be expressed. The unspoken tension and concerns between them seemed to find no suitable words, and a subtle silence
fell over the phone again.

"...Are you...still there?" This time, Tang Ying broke the silence, her gentle voice making Zhang Ziwen's
heart beat faster.

"I...still..." Zhang Ziwen felt his throat was very dry.

"...It's so quiet where you are, are you taking the call in your room?"

"In the garden, it's quiet here..."

Tang Ying softly said, "...It must be very cold in the garden. Go back to your room to answer."

"It's okay. I don't feel cold." Zhang Ziwen's heart was pounding. Her tone was full of concern.

She still cared about him; her gentle voice held no reproach for his past impetuousness. Zhang Ziwen felt
a slight sense of relief. Then he remembered that she had initiated the call, and he didn't know her
purpose. It couldn't be as simple as just caring about him, could it? It was already late at night; Tang Ying shouldn't be...
Why was he bothering her so late? Had something happened? Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat.

"By the way, is there something you need so late?" Zhang Ziwen was a little nervous; he didn't want
anything .

"So late?" Tang Ying's tone on the phone sounded slightly surprised, and she even chuckled self-deprecatingly:
"...It's broad daylight here, I forgot if it's still late at night where you are." Tang Ying's tone didn't sound like anything was wrong, and Zhang Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. His relieved voice came through the phone

clearly . "You...what's wrong?" Tang Ying heard him clearly. "Nothing, I thought something had happened to you. I'm just glad you're okay, I'm just glad you're okay." Zhang Ziwen's relieved tone was obvious. "...Yes, I need to talk to you about something." Tang Ying could tell he was worried about her. "What? What is it?" Zhang Ziwen's heart, which had just relaxed, immediately jumped to his throat, and he tensed up again. "I need to talk to you about something, and you seem a little nervous?" A smile appeared on Tang Ying's beautiful face. She was very touched ; he really cared about her. "No... I'm not nervous." Unfortunately, Zhang Ziwen couldn't see the beautiful face on the other end of the phone, couldn't see her charming smile. Tang Ying smiled, a sweet smile. She seemed to see Zhang Ziwen's nervousness, and a warmth inexplicably welled up ... "Ziwen... I need your help with something." When Tang Ying called his name, her heart skipped , feeling a little more intimate. The same address felt different than before. "Help? Go ahead, no problem, just tell me what you need." Zhang Ziwen blurted out. He didn't care about the form of address; he only understood that she needed his help. He would do anything for her. "It's nothing serious. I'd like you to look after the Adiya Club for me, is that alright?" Tang Ying's smile was so sweet; she could feel Zhang Ziwen's willingness to do anything for her. "Look after Adiya?" Zhang Ziwen was a little taken aback. Was this a small matter? "What? Are you busy?" Tang Ying didn't understand his tone. "No...no problem, is there anything else?" Zhang Ziwen was a little unwilling; it was a big deal, he wanted to help with something important. "Let me think...there's something else..." "Something else? No problem, I can help you with anything." Zhang Ziwen was a little impatient. Tang Ying sensed this time that the little guy was trying to impress her, and her beautiful eyes shone with a warm smile. "...You seem to have quite a few people in your family now, right?" Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat, and he said somewhat awkwardly, "...Yes...there are quite a few people." Tang Ying could sense his embarrassment, and she smiled, saying, "You're quite a celebrity now. Since you're going to help me look after the club, why don't you and your family move in with me? The villa on the lawn is spacious and quiet; you and your family can move in there. That way, you won't be disturbed by outsiders. Let's settle on this ." "...Move in with you? There are quite a few people in my family; won't that affect the club's business?" Zhang Ziwen very tempted. His family was talking about moving, and Tang Shu had also suggested moving to the club villa. This good thing was coming to him so quickly, and Zhang Ziwen felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "No. It won't affect it at all. With you, a big celebrity, my club's reputation will only grow stronger. You won't blame me for using your fame, will you?" Tang Ying's voice was filled with laughter. “How could I blame you? Never. I’ll do as you say.” Tang Ying’s joke dispelled Zhang Ziwen’s worries. “Then it’s settled. I’m entrusting the club to you.” “I know, don’t worry.” “Then… I… I’m hanging up… It’s cold outside… You… go inside and rest early…” “Wait… wait a minute.” Zhang Ziwen blurted out, hearing her say she was going to hang up. He felt reluctant. There was a brief silence on the phone. She didn’t hang up. Tang Ying’s very soft voice came through: “Is there… anything else ?” “When… when can you come back…” Zhang Ziwen spoke with difficulty. He missed her very much, and there was a faint . “…I don’t know… maybe… it will be a long time…” Tang Ying’s voice was barely audible. She could feel Zhang Ziwen ’s expectation. Maybe it will be a long time? Hearing her barely audible words, Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of disappointment. His heart ached. “I… I want you to come back soon, is that okay?” Zhang Ziwen couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t hold back the words in his heart. Silence fell again on the phone. Tang Ying's beautiful face was flushed. His words were full of deep affection, and she couldn't answer. She was afraid she would blurt out what was in her heart. "I want to come back. I miss you so much. I want to stand in front of you right now... " A soft sigh came from Tang Ying on the other end of the line: "...Don't say anymore. When it's time to come back, I will ." Her voice was soft and helpless. She could hardly bear his tormenting voice anymore, and she could only tell him to stop talking. "When it's time to come back, I will..." Zhang Ziwen murmured. He could sense her helplessness, and at the same time he could sense that she was still avoiding him. He felt a little breathless. Tang Ying's beautiful eyes welled up with tears. She sensed the pain in Zhang Ziwen's heart. She sighed inwardly and said softly , "...Take good care of Xiao Shu. She's a good girl. Cherish her... And take care of yourself too. Don't make me worry about you anymore. Take care. I... I'm hanging up..." The dial tone went dead. She really hung up. Zhang Ziwen held the phone to his ear for a long time, unable to put it down. The merciless dial tone couldn't mask her gentle voice. The lingering sound made him reluctant to let go. His heart ached. The beautiful Tang Ying, who tormented him, didn't she feel any pain at all? The garden was quiet and cold. Zhang Ziwen had no intention of going back to his room. He wanted to get some fresh air, hoping the biting cold night wind would clear his head. He lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke in frustration. As the smoke dissipated in the night wind, his troubled mood couldn't be dispelled by the wind. Xiao Shu, she reminded . She told him to cherish Xiao Shu. She reminded him that he already had a woman worthy of his deepest affection. Zhang Ziwen closed his eyes in anguish. He cherished Tang Shu deeply, but he couldn't control his feelings for Tang Ying. Was he a womanizer? Was he really such a womanizer? Was he truly promiscuous? He wanted to deny his womanizing and promiscuity, but the undeniable facts were before him—the women in his family…

The number of women was increasing, and he had a deep emotional connection with each of them. He couldn't possibly give
them up; he loved them all and cherished them in his heart. He simply couldn't be faithful
to one woman; he couldn't let go of any of them. He was happy with them, and even felt fortunate to have so
many wonderful women.

Zhang Ziwen sighed. Perhaps he was truly greedy; otherwise, why would he feel so
troubled and helpless now? Tang Ying, was he truly destined to be apart from her? Was he truly unable to
live a happy life with her? Was he destined to suffer heartache for her, so noble and beautiful, for the rest of his life? Zhang
Ziwen dared not think any further. He felt a suffocating, tormenting heartache, and a helpless sigh
escaped his lips once more…

“Brother Wen…” A voice that made his heart tremble suddenly came from behind him. Zhang Ziwen's body trembled slightly. It was
Tang Shu, the gentle and beautiful Tang Shu. He slowly turned around and saw her, saw
the coat in her hand. She had come to bring him warmth.

Tang Shu gently approached him, draping a warm coat over his shoulders. She softly asked, "Brother Wen...
is something on your mind?" She heard his heavy sigh, and her heart ached. She loved the carefree
Brother Wen, and she wanted to share his sorrows. The night wind was cold; she wanted to keep her troubled brother company as he
felt the chill ...

Zhang Ziwen opened his arms. Her gentle words warmed his heart. He desperately needed the considerate and tender
Tang Shu in his arms. Tang Shu smiled sweetly;
she would never refuse his warm embrace.

"Brother Wen... is there anything I can help you with?" Tang Shu tilted her beautiful
face , her eyes sparkling with hope. She was willing to share all his troubles.

Hearing her comforting words, Zhang Ziwen's heart almost broke. He felt a lump in his throat, and
his eyes welled up with tears. At that moment, he felt a deep sense of guilt towards her. He hadn't been faithful to her;
he hated his own promiscuity.

Zhang Ziwen sighed and said softly, "Xiao Shu... I feel so sorry for you... You
won't blame me, will you..."

Before he could finish his apologetic words, a soft, delicate hand covered his lips. It was Tang Shu's hand. She
whispered , "Brother Wen, don't think like that. You haven't done anything wrong to me. I'll never blame you
. I'm already so content to be by your side..."

The intelligent and kind Tang Shu understood Zhang Ziwen's distress. She didn't want to hear any more. She didn't want her beloved Brother Wen to feel guilty
because her. His guilt would only increase her pain. She only wanted him to be happy for the rest of his life,
even if she had to suffer any hardship. Because she loved him.
The seeds of love had been sown from the moment he protected her from danger. His broad back had become an indelible image in her heart
. From the moment she fell in love with his back, until she fell in love with him as a person, her heart belonged entirely to him.
The person he loved should be the person she loved. She believed that her heart... Her heart should be one with his,
inseparable , forever. This feeling had never changed, nor did she want to…

Chapter 197 The Uninvited Guest

Dawn gradually broke, a ray of sunlight filtering through the horizon. The morning sun dispelled the chill that had lingered all night, bringing
a touch of warmth to the winter air. The sunlight quietly spilled into the garden, into the room, and gently
climbed onto the large bed.

The sunlight caressed his face; Zhang Ziwen felt the warmth on his cheeks. He woke up, opening his slightly sleepy eyes. The sunlight was slightly dazzling ,
and it was another beautiful day. Sunshine always brings a good mood. Zhang Ziwen yawned
contentedly , and just as he was about to stretch, he felt a soft, moist body pressing against his chest.
He could also smell a captivating fragrance. It was his little darling. Zhang Ziwen smiled, looking lovingly at
Tang Shu nestled in his arms. His hand gently caressed her bare, fragrant shoulder; it was smooth and delicate to the touch, like exquisite
porcelain . Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but admire her alabaster skin.

Tang Shu felt Zhang Ziwen's large hand caressing her. She woke up, her beautiful eyes looking at him with a hint of sleepiness. The two on the bed met each other's gaze. His eyes held a loving smile, and Tang Shu felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She gently rubbed her
beautiful face against his. "Brother Wen, you woke up early?" Tang Shu's voice was a little sweet. "Just woke up." Zhang Ziwen's heart fluttered at her sweet, nasal voice, and he couldn't help but kiss her cheek . Tang Shu's face gently pressed against his lips, accepting this loving tenderness. She loved this feeling; it was warm and sweet. But this warmth and sweetness was quickly shattered by his restless hands, which lewdly caressed her breasts. "Brother Wen, no! It's time to get up!" Tang Shu breathed heavily, her face flushed. She couldn't resist this blatant teasing. Her delicate body writhed shyly in his arms. How embarrassing, so early in the morning! "Just one more time and I'll get up." Zhang Ziwen breathed hot air into her rounded ear. Her soft, writhing body aroused his passion. He couldn't resist the irresistible allure of her body; he wanted it. "More?" Tang Shu's pink face was flushed. She felt a change where her thighs were pressed against; the man's symbol was clearly teasing her. Her heart was pounding, and she was overwhelmed by his abundant energy. He had been so passionate last night; her body was still sore. Tang Shu's answer was weak. Before her lips could protest, they were invaded by his; her body could no resist his teasing. She could only blissfully submit to his ministrations in this gentle, sun-drenched morning. Her beloved man pressed down on her delicate body; her face flushed, her beautiful, captivating eyes hesitant to look at him. She shyly realized she was deeply aroused; her body trembled slightly. She could feel his powerful pressure, pressing down on her shy, secret place. A deep, resonant moan escaped her throat, glistening with dew. She felt the heat within her, the intoxicating fullness. Her long, smooth legs involuntarily wrapped around his strong waist. Her body twisted shyly, responding to his intensifying movements. The powerful thrusts brought her indescribable pleasure and comfort; the tingling sensation grew stronger, their breathing became erratic. With each rhythmic thrust, she couldn't control her pleasurable moans; the captivating cries echoed in the room.

She sensed their

approach and all the beauties had already gotten up, waiting in the living room for Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu to come down for breakfast. As soon as they
appeared at the corner of the stairs, all the beauties' eyes turned to the couple. Zhang Ziwen felt a little
uncomfortable gazes, and Tang Shu, who was already shy, was even more so; her face flushed instantly, turning a deep red to her ears, truly
captivating. The beauties chuckled knowingly; this little darling was giving herself away
, clearly showing she'd been pampered. Just thinking about those romantic things made their own faces flush as well.

With Song Lin, the top-notch cook, joining the team, breakfast was bound to be plentiful. Under He Li's special care,
Zhang Ziwen still received double milk and fried eggs—the favors were quite obvious. Seeing Zhang Ziwen's slightly embarrassed expression,
the beauties at the table couldn't help but secretly laugh to themselves.

While eating, He Li suddenly remembered something and said to An Yun, "Xiao Yun, remember
to buy an old hen when you go grocery shopping today, and add some ginkgo nuts. Slow-cook it; that way it'll be more nutritious."

He Li's addition almost made Zhang Ziwen spit out the milk he had just drunk. It was so obvious
!

An Yun glanced at Zhang Ziwen's bulging face, her beautiful, expressive eyes full of mischief, and said in a sweet voice:
"Don't worry, sister, I'll definitely buy a fat one and add more ingredients. I'll be able to make soup by tonight, and brother will definitely
like it."

The little girl emphasized "brother will definitely like it" so much that she seemed afraid no one would hear her. This breakfast
was inedible . Zhang Ziwen quickly finished his breakfast and hurriedly got up to slip away. It was too embarrassing.
As soon as Zhang Ziwen's disheveled figure disappeared at the door of the dining room, the laughter of the beauties behind him could no longer be contained. The dining room was
immediately lively and noisy.

A family with many people is really easy to manage. Zhang Ziwen felt this deeply. An Yun's vacation was
long enough, so the cooking at home was basically left to her. Song Lin's trip to the United States to film would not be possible until next month. Today, he
had to go to the Adiya Club with He Li, who didn't have to go to the company, to help with the new house. Mu Qing also agreed to
go early to help in order to earn a good reputation. With He Li leading the team to arrange all the big and small things at home, Zhang Ziwen felt very relaxed. Now he only needed to focus on
managing his own company.

Escorted by a white BMW and two Mercedes-Benzes, they drove smoothly to the company building
. After parking, Zhang Ziwen and Tang Shu walked ahead. After a few steps, he sensed something was amiss.
The parking lot was about 200 meters from the building. In the past, when Zhang Ziwen used to go up and down, this place
was bustling with people . Why was it so quiet today? Zhang Ziwen hadn't forgotten his status as a celebrity.
Surely, there should be some onlookers at this time. Weren't he and his bodyguards enough of a spectacle? Strangely,
despite his confusion, Zhang Ziwen didn't sense any danger. On the contrary, he had a very familiar feeling, an
inexplicable There were uninvited guests, and they were definitely there for him. His heart skipped a beat.

Most of the bodyguards around him were Tang Yingdi's top officers, highly experienced and astute. They sensed
something amiss and were about to quickly spread out to expand the security perimeter when Zhang Ziwen waved his hand and said, "Don't be
nervous follow me and don't move."

The group quickly moved to within 100 meters of the building, encountering no problems or obstructions along the way. A smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's
lips ; his sharp eyes had already spotted countless hidden figures. These figures were all security guards,
their positions a familiar technique to Zhang Ziwen. It was a massive security network, and he had a vague idea
of who the uninvited guest was. And it was definitely someone of high status. This person of high status was probably in
their office, drinking tea and smoking, contemplating the upcoming meeting. Zhang Ziwen felt a mix of unease
and excitement .

From the lobby to the corridors, including the elevators, plainclothes security guards were stationed throughout the building.
He estimated that all the building's staff were already under control in their offices until the important figure left. These staff
members and executives were temporarily deprived of their freedom—a privilege reserved for A-level security personnel, a privilege that ordinary people could not infringe upon.
Zhang Ziwen and his group entered the lobby without hindrance. The guards' eyes gleamed with fervor when they saw him, but no one
disturbed him or stopped him. There was no need to wait for the elevator; security personnel had already opened it for Zhang Ziwen and his party
. Even closing the elevator and pressing the elevator buttons were handled by plainclothes officers and security guards.

A bell rang, and the elevator doors slowly opened. Zhang Ziwen stepped out and saw a familiar scene, familiar
figures . Looking around, he saw over twenty
soldiers with dark complexions, wearing helmets and naval uniforms, with Type 97 assault rifles slung across their chests, standing on either side of the company entrance. Their military bearing was imposing and their presence commanding. Most people
wouldn't dare approach such a sight, but Zhang Ziwen dared. At that moment, his eyes welled up with tears, his heart pounded,
and he was overwhelmed with excitement. He saw the familiar naval uniforms, the gleaming insignia—things he
once possessed. His heart surged with emotion, unable to find peace.

As Zhang Ziwen approached the infantrymen, he saluted! A loud salute rang out,
followed by a crisp, synchronized snap of soldiers standing at attention. The guards' piercing eyes were fixed on him, saluting him with the military
salute.

Zhang Ziwen subconsciously raised his hand halfway, but then slowly lowered it again. He wasn't
a soldier , but a civilian. He couldn't return the salute in his mismatched suit. He could only gaze intently at
the guards, his steps slow, wanting to feel the soldiers' reverent respect. His
bodyguard and Tang Shu stood aside, no one accompanying him inside, because at this moment, only he
was entitled to this supreme honor.

The guards' eyes followed his every step, their gazes burning, and the atmosphere instantly became solemn
and dignified.

Unbeknownst to Zhang Ziwen, these military greetings were spontaneous expressions of respect from the soldiers. Two years ago, he
was a renowned figure in the navy, shrouded in legend. His exploits, from his meritorious service to the reasons for his
discharge , were widely circulated throughout the military. New recruits heard
many of his legendary tales from veterans, and the recent major events surrounding him had already spread throughout the entire North Sea Fleet.
Soldiers only admire those with ability, and Zhang Ziwen, this former soldier, was now an undisputed
idol in the hearts of these soldiers. Although he had lost his military rank, they all acknowledged him as a soldier—
a soldier without a uniform.

Inside the company lobby stood more than a dozen
soldiers ; most were colonels. The employees sat obediently in their seats
, not daring to utter a sound. The sudden appearance of so many serious-looking soldiers in the company,
coupled with , made it impossible for anyone to be disrespectful. These employees were finally
experiencing firsthand what military might truly meant.

The officers smiled warmly at Zhang Ziwen. He recognized several of them—a fleet
staff officer and a fleet security officer. Two of the security officers were from his former unit. Recognizing these
familiar faces, Zhang Ziwen nodded slightly in greeting. Now was not the time for catching up with these
officers ; someone was waiting for him in the office. Having received
his education in the disciplined and hierarchical military, Zhang Ziwen dared not neglect those inside.

An officer called out "Report!" from outside the door. Only after receiving permission from those inside did he open
the door . Zhang Ziwen entered; this was his own office, but he couldn't feel at
all that it belonged. There were only four people in the office, but the gleaming gold stars on the shoulders of two of them made
Zhang Ziwen feel suffocated. The pressure was immense; the combined authority of the officers and the military was palpable. Even sitting there, the two generals with their gleaming gold stars
exuded an imposing aura. Zhang Ziwen stood there very upright, in a perfect attention posture. In front of these generals, no one,
especially former soldiers, dared to stand casually. Zhang Ziwen was no exception; he stood
ramrod straight, his heart pounding with nervousness and unease.

One of the generals smiled—a friendly, approachable smile. Zhang Ziwen recognized this general: Vice Admiral Huang Jizhong,
Commander , now likely an admiral. Zhang Ziwen noticed the three gold stars on his shoulder insignia.

"This little devil," General Huang said with a smile, "is quite the character. Sit down, this is your turf, don't be so
polite ."

Zhang Ziwen looked around, seemingly finding no place for himself. The sofa didn't seem suitable for anyone to sit next to. Just
as he was feeling conflicted, he caught a whiff of fragrance and felt his sleeve being gently tugged.
Turning his head , he saw Tang Shu. She had already moved his office chair behind him, indicating that he could sit down. Seeing it was his little
darling, Zhang Ziwen's tense and uneasy mood eased slightly. He hadn't even noticed when this little girl had joined him.
Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of emotion; it seemed he was still too deeply influenced by the military's hierarchical system, becoming
dizzy in the presence of high-ranking officers, even losing his super-sensitive senses.

After Zhang Ziwen sat down, Tang Shu quickly made him coffee, gently placed it on the coffee table in front of him,
and then gave him a sweet smile before quietly leaving the office.

Chapter 198 A Few Small Problems

Tang Shu seemed to sense Zhang Ziwen's nervousness. She hoped her sweet smile could ease his mind.
At the same time, she was also quite dissatisfied that the presence of the generals made her beloved Wen-ge so uneasy. If she hadn't realized that these
uninvited guests had important business with Zhang Ziwen, she would have wanted to stay by his side. If he needed her, she would truly be there for him.
She would use her quiet gentleness to soothe his nervousness. Zhang Ziwen felt uneasy and
nervous about these generals, but Tang Shu didn't feel anything. Her eyes were only on Zhang Ziwen. Besides,
what did these generals amount to in her eyes? Having seen many higher-ranking figures,

Tang Shu's smile certainly had an effect. Zhang Ziwen's initial nervousness upon entering the office had
eased somewhat, and he gradually relaxed. He even picked up the coffee Tang Shu had prepared for him and took
a small sip something he would never dare to do in the military. Making casual
movements in front of a general without permission was a grave taboo. But Zhang Ziwen's actions were indeed very casual. The saying that coffee can calm the mind was true, and
Zhang Ziwen was now starting to feel like the master of the office.

General Huang's smile remained on his face as he watched Zhang Ziwen with interest. His change in demeanor hadn't
escaped the old soldier's notice. Just moments before, this experienced general had also
discerned an air of composure and grandeur in Tang Shu as she left. "This young girl is no ordinary person," the general thought to himself.

Zhang Ziwen felt a little uncomfortable under the general's meaningful gaze and cautiously and politely said,
"Commander, when did you arrive? Why didn't you let me know beforehand? I could have prepared.
Look at the mess I'm in."

"Hehe," the general chuckled, "Why bother with announcements? I wanted to see my old
lad. I didn't want to see any cleaning or tidying up. But you've grown quite a bit, this
office much more luxurious than mine."

"Don't flatter me, how can mine compare to yours, Commander?" Zhang Ziwen was a little embarrassed. The general was telling
the truth; the office was indeed quite luxurious. He had been to the general's office before, and it was far inferior to his own
.

"Hehe, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." The general smiled at Zhang Ziwen's slightly embarrassed expression and said, "Not bad
, you've built such a big company in such a short time since leaving the army. You haven't disgraced the military at all. Not bad, not bad.
How come I never realized you had business acumen? You're a talent!" General Huang's last sentence carried a hint of
emotion; he had been heartbroken when Zhang Ziwen left the army.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. I still have a lot to learn, I still have a lot to study." Zhang Ziwen's attitude was very upright. He answered honestly, exactly
like in the army.

"Alright," General Huang waved his hand and laughed, "Don't try that on me, kid. What's there to learn?
If you're capable, you're capable. Why are you being so modest?" General Huang was straightforward and didn't buy into his act.

"Yes, I'm not modest," Zhang Ziwen said, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. Talking to a general was difficult no matter what you said.

General Huang, noticing Zhang Ziwen's somewhat nervous demeanor, chuckled and said, "Hey kid, relax a bit, will you?
It's like we're going to eat you. Are you not welcoming us? If not, we'll leave." The general was quite humorous.

"No, sir!" This joke was a bit too much for Zhang Ziwen, who quickly said, "I'll relax,
I'll relax."

General Huang smiled at the general beside him and said, "Old Zhang, what did I tell you earlier? This kid's
still the same even after leaving the army, acting all high and mighty around us old guys."

"Hehe, that's because you've taught him well. Even after leaving the army, he still respects you, his old commander,"
General Zhang chuckled. His eyes hadn't left Zhang Ziwen's face the entire time. This kid was interesting; in his mind...
In his mind, Zhang Ziwen's name represented unruly arrogance, but today's sight seemed quite different.

"Forget it, this kid is probably still blaming me." General Huang's gaze returned
to , and he said with a smile, "Kid, I wasn't wrong, was I? You're still blaming this old man for not protecting you, aren't you?"
A hint of sadness flickered in the old general's smiling eyes. What a pity, if this kid had been protected, his future would
have been limitless .

"Commander, please don't say that." Zhang Ziwen couldn't sit still any longer and quickly stood up, saying, "Please
believe me , I have always been grateful to you. I was confused back then, I blame myself for being too impulsive,
my ideological awareness hadn't kept up, the unit's punishment was correct, I've brought shame to the unit." Zhang Ziwen stood
very straight, he genuinely respected and was grateful to General Huang. If it weren't for the old commander protecting him, being discharged from the military
would have been the least he could have done.

"Sit down, stop with the reports. I still prefer the mischievous you. I'm
not used to . Where did your audacity go when you sneaked into my room to steal cigarettes? You were so daring back then, how
come you're back to your old ways? Sit down." General Huang beckoned Zhang Ziwen to sit down.

Zhang Ziwen blushed when the general mentioned his past embarrassing incident. Stealing cigarettes had landed him in solitary confinement, which was indeed
a bit embarrassing.

After Zhang Ziwen sat down properly, General Huang said with a smile, "Come, let me introduce you to someone. This
is Political Commissar Zhang from the Naval Military Commission. He came specifically for you today."

"Greetings, Commander!" Zhang Ziwen subconsciously stood up, striking a perfect pose of attention, his voice booming. However,
he couldn't finish the salute; this wasn't the military. Zhang Ziwen awkwardly lowered his hand.

Political Commissar Zhang stood up and said with a smile, "Quite a loud voice, very soldierly indeed. We don't
bother with military salutes here; let's shake hands to show our comradeship." Political Commissar Zhang smiled and extended his hand.

Zhang Ziwen quickly met his. Today he finally met the legendary top figure from the Navy Central Military Commission. Previously,
when the Central Military Commission sent a colonel-level officer to inspect work, the entire base would be busy for half a day; even the major
general commander would only accompany him. This person before him was extraordinary. A three-star general! Zhang Ziwen felt his hands
trembling. The general's hands were thick and strong.

"Come, let me introduce you to another comrade." General Zhang patted Zhang Ziwen's shoulder and led him
to a man in a suit who was nearly sixty years old, introducing him with a smile: "This is
Liu Zhenyun ."

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Ziwen, you've had dealings with our subordinate bureaus before. Hehe." Liu Zhenyun smiled
and extended his hand.

Zhang Ziwen didn't dare to be negligent and quickly shook hands. Subordinate bureaus? His mind was a little fuzzy. The person
in front of him was terrifyingly powerful—the head of the State Security Bureau, a heavyweight in the Iron-Blooded Organization. He looked
unassuming, but Zhang Ziwen already felt an invisible yet immense pressure. He thought to himself, "
What's going on here today? All this commotion, this isn't going to be easy."

There was another person present who needed no introduction; Zhang Ziwen had seen him
as soon , Wang Bing. However, with such a high-ranking figure present, it wasn't convenient to catch up or exchange greetings. This old captain was wearing a crisp naval
uniform today, two bars and a star on his shoulders. It seemed he'd done well, having been promoted. A major. Zhang Ziwen looked at him,
sitting there impeccably, silent and docile like a cat, and couldn't help but chuckle. This military 'e-book sky'...
"Happy Tidying Up" Tiger turned out to be just like him, getting dizzy in the sight of officials. With the old captain by his side,
Zhang Ziwen's mood calmed down slightly. The two old comrades exchanged a quick glance, their eyes burning,
but both containing a hint of mockery, mocking the other's current submissive behavior.

After the introductions were completed and everyone was seated, General Huang smiled and said to Zhang Ziwen, "I came to see you today for two reasons.
First you little devil. Second, comrades from the Navy, the Military Commission, and the National Security Bureau have some
business with you. I'm just accompanying you." After General Huang finished speaking, he looked at Director Liu and said, "Also..." "You go first. If
you have any questions, just ask this kid. With me here, I guarantee he'll tell the truth."

Hearing the head of the National Security Bureau about to ask questions, Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. He knew some things couldn't be hidden
anymore. The general was right; with him present, he dared not conceal anything. Years of military training
had in his mind: the general's words were orders, and he had no choice but
to obey. Even if there was a cliff in front of him, he would jump if told to; there was no room for trickery. Today, he could only
be the honest Zhang Ziwen.

Director Liu noticed Zhang Ziwen's nervousness and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, don't be nervous. I
just have a few small questions for you. We've already verified most of the facts. I mainly want to
confirm things with you today. Just treat it as a chat; don't feel uneasy." Director Liu's smile
was amiable, and his tone was relaxed, but from the head of this iron-fisted organization, Zhang Ziwen
felt but pressure.

"Please ask me any questions you may have, and I will try my best to answer them," Zhang Ziwen said, trying to keep his tone calm.

Director Liu smiled and said, "Hehe, then I won't stand on ceremony."

"You met your old classmate Chen Yan when you went to the United States to recuperate last time, right?" Director Liu went straight to the point.

Zhang Ziwen nodded: "Yes, I did."

"Then you know what he does." Director Liu's smile remained, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Ziwen.

"I found out in the United States; he's a CIA agent." Zhang Ziwen answered without hesitation
.

"Hehe, we used to mistakenly think he was an arms smuggler, and the comrades in the branch even arrested
you because of that misunderstanding. I now sincerely apologize to you on behalf of the National Security Bureau." Director Liu chuckled, it seemed that
the National Security Bureau had confirmed Chen Yan's identity.

"It's alright, a small misunderstanding is nothing." The head of the National Security Bureau personally apologized; Zhang Ziwen couldn't accept this
.

"Hehe, the army really does produce good people, so magnanimous. General Huang, I really envy you
having such good soldiers under your command." Director Liu chuckled at General Huang, giving the impression that he was just chatting casually.

General Huang smiled but didn't reply, inwardly displeased. Magnanimous my foot! The hot-tempered general cursed inwardly
. He remembered Wang Bing's report back to the unit that the National Security Bureau had even deployed snipers, almost blowing that kid's head off.
He had been pushing this line of fire all along. The old general's reputation for protecting his own was well-known in the army, especially for a former elite soldier
like But for now, he could only endure it; after all, it was for the sake of the country,
and the old general still had the awareness to consider the overall situation. He could only listen to the head of the National Security Bureau continue questioning him.

Director Liu's gaze returned to Zhang Ziwen, and he said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, I heard you
've already been to the US CIA headquarters. Was it Chen Yan who took you?"

"I went once, to discuss cooperation." Zhang Ziwen answered readily. He knew in his heart that his
movements were already under the control of the National Security Bureau, and there was no point in hiding it.

"Cooperation? Heh, you probably discussed going to Japan." Director Liu chuckled, his eyes fixed on
Zhang Ziwen .

Zhang Ziwen nodded and said, "That's right, it was about going to Japan.
The skyscraper was blown up by my cooperation with the US CIA." Without Director Liu even asking what he was doing in Japan, Zhang Ziwen had already
proactively admitted his actions.

Director Liu seemed completely unsurprised by Zhang Ziwen's answer. He smiled and said, "So the CIA's
condition for cooperation with you was to give you intelligence on East Turkestan, right?"

Zhang Ziwen nodded, acknowledging his question, though inwardly he thought, "The condition is
$1 million, not East Turkestan intelligence."

Director Liu chuckled and said, "Alright, everything's clear now. I've finished asking my questions, hehe."

Finished? So quickly? Zhang Ziwen was still a little confused. What did he mean by asking all this?
Was it really that simple?

"Hehe, I really have finished asking my questions." Director Liu, seeing Zhang Ziwen's slightly puzzled expression, smiled
and said , "However, your cooperation with the CIA in Japan is limited to national security and the military
. I believe you have no problem with secrecy, hehe."

"No problem, I will keep this a secret." Zhang Ziwen's tone was very serious; this was no
laughing .

Director Liu smiled and nodded. He was very satisfied with Zhang Ziwen's answer because even if he didn't keep it a secret, the National Security Bureau
couldn't do anything about him. Zhang Ziwen was now the focus of global attention and the hottest news figure in the world. Moreover,
he had an invisible heavyweight figure protecting him. The National Security Bureau would have to think twice before taking action against him. The super
terrorist in front of them was not someone the National Security Bureau could easily deal with at the moment.

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