The City Hunter (Complete) - 7

Chapter 49 A Big

Shot Although the minivan had two flat tires, it still made it to the street corner. However, the scene before him forced Zhang Ziwen
to stop. It was a spectacular sight: several heavy riot control vehicles blocked the intersection in front, and dozens of police cars surrounded it from behind, their
red and blue lights flashing. Hundreds of police officers were hiding behind their vehicles, all their guns pointed at Zhang Ziwen
's minivan. At that moment, several more vehicles caught up, blocking the minivan's escape route. Zhang Ziwen
was surrounded

. "Zhang Ziwen, you are surrounded. You are ordered to get out of the vehicle and surrender immediately, and we will try to treat you leniently," a stern and intimidating voice came through
the loudspeaker

Damn it, you still remember my name?" Zhang Ziwen was extremely annoyed. Knowing it was him, why did they make such
a fuss ? It was clear that the people monitoring him were the police. He couldn't understand what he had done
wrong that the police would make such a fuss to arrest him. What was going on? Zhang Ziwen
felt wronged and had nowhere to seek redress.

Zhang Ziwen glanced back at the men inside the car whose shoulders and elbows he had dislocated. Their eyes were all
fixed on him. A handgun lay in the car, but it was useless; both arms were immobilized
, and he could see it but not touch it, only watch helplessly.

Escaping would be incredibly difficult for Zhang Ziwen. He could easily take one of the men in the car hostage and
sneak into any of the nearby buildings to break free of the encirclement. Besides, he had several guns. With
weapons in hand, the police outside would have to pay a heavy price to stop him, and even then, they might not be able to.
With guns and hostages, Zhang Ziwen's chances of victory were assured. Breaking out of the predicament wouldn't be a problem, but killing a few policemen was something
he definitely couldn't do. Zhang Ziwen felt incredibly unlucky. He was
powerless If he continued to cause trouble, the situation would only escalate, and killing a few people would be a huge loss.
He had had his fill of excitement earlier—fighting off the enemy, seizing the car, and breaking through the encirclement all in just over ten seconds. It was exhilarating and thrilling to spar with these
professional Now the game should end.

"Listen up, policemen outside! This is Zhang Ziwen. Don't shoot! I surrender!" Zhang Ziwen
shouted , making sure his message was clear to avoid being shot for no reason.

After shouting, Zhang Ziwen smiled at the men behind him: "Sorry, guys. I'll get
a doctor to set your bones later, and your arms will be fine."

The men exchanged glances, confused as to how he could still be smiling. He was surrendering? Not taking
them hostage? Several men had
personally . They found it hard to believe he would surrender so easily, but
the reality was undeniable. Zhang Ziwen slowly opened the car door, raised his hands, and walked to
an open area at the street corner. "Is this guy crazy?" The men all had the same thought. If they were in
his skills, they would never have surrendered so easily.

Zhang Ziwen's dramatic surrender failed to gain the police's trust. The moment he stepped out of the van, he
felt a cold weapon locked on his temple. There were no blind spots. Zhang Ziwen stood in the open,
afraid to move even slightly. He knew that if he made the slightest movement, his head would be mercilessly blown off by a sniper.

Several policemen in bulletproof vests, pistols in hand, cautiously approached Zhang Ziwen. One officer
pulled out handcuffs, and several pistols were already pressed against his forehead. The following movements were quite swift: tripping, grabbing,
pressing his head down, and handcuffing him behind his back. Zhang Ziwen was tripped heavily and fell to the ground. He was furious, but
he patiently let the policemen complete the series of actions. Finally, one officer grabbed Zhang Ziwen's short
hair, and together with two other officers, they lifted him up. The burning pain on his scalp made Zhang Ziwen's head tilt back
along the officer's hand. He glanced at the person grabbing his hair. Damn, it was Yang Wei. That guy was insidious. Look at that guy's
sinister eyes, he looked like he wanted to rip his hair out.

"Damn it, let go of my hand!" Zhang Ziwen cursed as he tilted his head back, the pain in his scalp causing him to cry out.

"What? You're tired of living?" Yang Wei tightened his grip.

"Stop! Let him go!" a man's voice rang out. Zhang Ziwen recognized the voice.

Enraged by Zhang Ziwen's words, Yang Wei ignored the man's command and instead
tightened his grip, pulling Zhang Ziwen backward.

"You bastard, I told you to let go!" the man lunged forward.

A cry of "Ouch!" escaped Zhang Ziwen's lips, and he saw Yang Wei wincing in pain as
a middle-aged man with a buzz cut grabbed his wrist and, with a gentle pull, sent Yang Wei stumbling and falling three meters away.

"Team Leader!"

Zhang Ziwen recognized the middle-aged man. The face was all too familiar—dark-skinned, thick-browed, with large
eyes, a straight nose , and pursed lips, giving off a resolute air. It was Wang Bing, the captain of the Marine Corps assault squad.
Zhang Ziwen was utterly astonished to see his former captain in this situation.

Wang Bing forced a smile at Zhang Ziwen, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes. His own trained subordinate
had fallen to such a state; the pain in his heart was unimaginable.

"Leave him to me, don't worry, he won't run away." Wang Bing told the two policemen holding Zhang Ziwen to release him.
Yang Wei, standing three meters away, stood up, looking at Wang Bing with a resentful expression. Coming over was pointless;
how could he possibly be a match for someone from the Marine Corps? No matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do.

Wang Bing stepped forward and grabbed the handcuffed Zhang Ziwen, letting out a soft sigh.

"Captain, what brings you here?"

"Damn it, it's all because of you, you brat! I'm not here to rescue you, I'm here to help them get you."
Wang Bing's language was somewhat vulgar, but Zhang Ziwen found it strangely endearing. His captain still had that fiery temper, always
swearing.

"Heh, why didn't you show up sooner? If I knew you were coming, I would have surrendered long ago." With his captain by his side,
Zhang Ziwen felt a sudden sense of relief.

"Damn, you can still laugh? How did you get into such a mess?"

"Captain, don't tell me, it's infuriating. I have no idea what happened, I'm just wondering."

"Damn it, you're just pretending. You think you don't know what happened? They've even tracked you down to the army base to investigate you. You
've really messed up this time. Wow, you've really learned your lesson back home."

"I'm not talking to you anymore. You don't believe me at all. Disappointing, utterly disappointing." Zhang Ziwen and Wang Bing had a good relationship in the army.
He was very deep-seated, used to disrespecting his superiors, and spoke very casually.

"Sigh," Wang Bing sighed and said, "Let's go, I definitely believe you. Go in and explain everything clearly,
don't hide anything. Look at you, you're such a coward, don't embarrass the military when you go in."

Wang Bing clung to Zhang Ziwen and they got into a specially made, sealed police car. This type of police car cost 2.6
million yuan to build. Apart from the ventilation vents, it was essentially a mobile steel prison. There was only one in Zhonghai City. To deal with extremely serious criminals like
Zhang Ziwen , the police had used all their resources.

At the Zhonghai City Police Department, Zhang Ziwen was not taken to the 8th Division of the Serious Crimes Unit . Relieved
to 12th floor. But the five words before him still
shocked him: "National Security Bureau" in large gold lettering on the wall, carrying a weight far exceeding that of an ordinary
police station .

Zhang Ziwen was bewildered. How had he gotten involved with this national security agency? His captain
was right; this was a serious operation. He just couldn't understand his connection to this ruthless organization.
Zhang Ziwen sighed. He'd leave it to fate; the mystery would be solved eventually. Damn it, this was incredibly unlucky. The people targeting him were
all incredibly

powerful and influential Zhang Ziwen was handed over to three other middle-aged men in suits and ties. The man patted Zhang Ziwen on
the shoulder, giving him a meaningful look that told him to cooperate and take responsibility for his actions, not to disgrace the military.

Zhang Ziwen returned the look, indicating he understood. Although he was a soldier who had made mistakes,
the spirit of a soldier remained in his bones. The two men didn't speak, but they understood each other's words; communication between soldiers
didn't require empty words.

The room was large and simply furnished, with bright fluorescent lights. Inside was a small, iron-barred cubicle, seemingly prepared
specifically for Zhang Ziwen. He sat in a specially made iron chair, his body secured by iron plates closed by a man in a suit. His handcuffed
hands rested on the iron plate in front of him. Directly opposite the iron bars was an interrogation table with a computer and a recorder on it.
Behind the table were three stools, indicating that three people were interrogating him.

Zhang Ziwen held his breath, waiting for the National Security interrogators to arrive. He was also curious about
why this powerful national agency had targeted him.

At

that moment, three people entered the room and sat down. Zhang Ziwen glanced at them; two men and one woman. The man in the middle
was a middle-aged man, about 40 years old, with a burly build and a dark complexion, giving off a weathered look.
Zhang Ziwen made eye contact with the middle-aged man; the man's eyes were sharp. This man had previously... "He's probably a former special forces soldier,"
Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. It seemed this was the man presiding over his trial. Another man, looking quite energetic,
was in his early thirties and sat to the left of the middle-aged man. Both men were dressed in suits and ties. There was also a beautiful woman
in a well-fitting police uniform—an old acquaintance, a sworn enemy, and a beautiful policewoman, Wu Min, whom Zhang Ziwen disliked intensely. Zhang Ziwen had felt a bit overwhelmed the moment Wu Min entered. He couldn't understand why she, as someone from the Major Crimes Unit , was involved

with National Security personnel . However, judging from her demeanor, she seemed to be just a juror. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to get entangled with her, lest his emotions be affected and he get further entangled with National Security, which would be a huge problem. "Xiao Liu, unlock Mr. Zhang's handcuffs. There's no need to be so tense here." The dark-faced man, looking relaxed, instructed the man in the suit standing beside Zhang Ziwen to remove his handcuffs. With the handcuffs removed, Zhang Ziwen stretched his wrists, feeling a sense of goodwill towards the middle-aged man presiding over the interrogation. Perhaps it was because they had both served in the special forces, creating a natural affinity. "Mr. Zhang, what would you like to drink? Coffee? Tea?" "Coffee, please. A cigarette would be even better." Zhang Ziwen didn't stand on ceremony. The middle-aged man gestured for the man called Xiao Liu to do so, his eyes fixed on Zhang Ziwen with interest and a hint of a smile. Zhang Ziwen returned the look, his own eyes smiling. This exchange of glances created a resonance, a sense of appreciation, between these two people of different stances. Perhaps only those who have faced life-or-death trials could experience this kind of ambiguous communication—unique and wondrous. It felt as if the blood in their veins surged in this collision of minds . Steaming coffee was already placed on the hot plate in front of Zhang Ziwen, and a cigarette was lit. Zhang Ziwen took a deep breath, and as the thin smoke dissipated, he exhaled, looking content. He liked this interrogation method; it was so much better to resolve things politely. However, his slightly satisfied expression made Wu Min frown slightly. What she disliked most was Zhang Ziwen's arrogant attitude. It was a pity she wasn't the one conducting the interrogation; if she were, Zhang Ziwen wouldn't have a good time. Although Wu Min was seething with anger, there was nothing she could do. She could only roll her eyes and mentally curse him as a lecherous scoundrel . After taking a couple of sips of coffee and enjoying a cigarette, Zhang Ziwen looked at the middle-aged man, indicating that they could begin. He wanted to end this misunderstanding as soon as possible. The man in the suit on the jury turned on the recorder, and the whirring sound of the disk spinning could be heard . "Mr. Zhang," the middle-aged man's expression became serious, "We invited you here tonight because there's something we'd like you to clarify. We hope you can cooperate with our work. Is that alright?" "No problem, I'll cooperate as much as possible." " Very good. We've roughly understood your situation. You served in the military for 2 years and 7 months, were discharged for making a mistake , and have been back in civilian life for 1 year and 5 months now. Do you think we've made any mistakes with the timeline?" Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's roughly it, I think." "Before finding a job at Xin'ao Group, were you unemployed?" "Yes, I was unemployed until I started working at Xin'ao Group a week ago." "We understand that. Now we'd like you to talk about what happened before you started working at Xin'ao Group, that is, what you did during your time back in civilian ? Who did you come into contact with?" " The middle-aged man's question stung Zhang Ziwen. Yes, what had he done? Since returning home, he 'd been living in a daze, unable to recall what he'd done. Drinking? Gambling? The people he'd been in most contact with were He Li, and his two best friends, Hai Dafu and Wang Kai. Zhang Ziwen gave a bitter smile: 'I don't remember much about the past year or so. I just drifted along. Even if you ask me, I can't really explain it. I only have a few friends, and my closest ones are Hai Dafu and Wang Kai.' 'We've investigated your two friends, Hai Dafu and Wang Kai, and it's clear they're not involved in this case. Think , perhaps some friends overseas?'"

“Overseas? I don’t have any friends overseas?” Zhang Ziwen was a little surprised and
confused .

“That’s not right. On your phone, there was a call for you. According to our investigation,
the call came from Sudan.”

“Sudan? That’s not true. I’ve never received a call from Sudan.” Zhang Ziwen answered
firmly .

The middle-aged man smiled and said, “Don’t be so sure. I believe you know where you are right now.
We wouldn’t make any mistakes in this area.

” Zhang Ziwen was a little unconvinced. Wouldn’t make any mistakes? They were completely wrong on this point. Sudan was far away in Africa.
What did it have to do with me? Wasn’t this nonsense?

“Mr. Zhang, I know you have doubts. Perhaps it’s been a long time and your memory is bad. Let me remind you
again .” The middle-aged man noticed the defiance in Zhang Ziwen's eyes and continued, "
You received three phone calls last December, this February, and this April, from Iraq and Syria respectively. You can't deny that
, can you? The last call was only two months ago. If you still can't remember, you're a
wasted special forces soldier."

Iraq? Syria? Damn, they called me from that godforsaken place? At least make up a better
place! Zhang Ziwen was already incredibly confused, feeling like he was on a rocket,
but seeing how convincing the middle-aged man's story sounded, and not like he was lying, he started to feel uneasy.

"I receive calls every month, but I don't recall any overseas calls like that. Maybe
you've made a mistake." "

Mr. Zhang, that's not how you should talk. Are you questioning our competence? Please understand,
without solid evidence, why would our National Security Bureau contact you? Your lack of cooperation is a bit unreasonable." The middle-aged man's tone was somewhat unfriendly. Wu Min, one of the jurors, inwardly despised Zhang Ziwen. This guy was already playing dumb with her, and even after joining the National Security Bureau, he was still the same .
" Hmph, does he think the National Security Bureau is pushovers?" Wu Min thought, her teeth itching with hatred as she recalled his arrogant behavior towards her several times. She secretly hoped the National Security personnel would use some special interrogation methods on her. Zhang Ziwen was extremely displeased. He stared at the middle-aged man and said, "I don't doubt your abilities, but tonight you've made such a fuss to get me in here, and I'm also curious about what happened. The evidence is useless to me, because I also want to know what evidence it is. I'm sorry, I really don't know what happened. I hope you can explain it more clearly. I can't answer your question like this." The middle-aged man met Zhang Ziwen's gaze and said, "Fine, since you're playing dumb, I'll remind you again . These four phone calls from last year to this year were all made by the same person. This person is your former classmate. Think about it, what's the name of the classmate who called you?" "We've already checked this person. He and you were in the same class from elementary to middle school. You two had a pretty good relationship. Don't tell me you can't even remember your classmate's name." "Classmate, let me think..." Zhang Ziwen quickly searched his mind for relevant information. The room was quiet. Everyone involved in the interrogation stared at Zhang Ziwen. This was his last chance. If he still didn't admit to receiving the call from this classmate, they would have to resort to special interrogation methods. Deep down, the middle-aged man hoped Zhang Ziwen would cooperate. After all, using such methods against a special forces soldier wasn't what he wanted. Zhang Ziwen's guess was correct; the middle-aged man was indeed a former special forces soldier, the renowned captain of the reconnaissance brigade in the Nanjiang Military Region, and had participated in international special forces military exercises. Jiang Yunlong won the grand competition and became a renowned figure in the national special forces . Zhang Ziwen had heard of him before, but didn't realize he was the same person interrogating him. Wu Min, watching Zhang Ziwen, saw him frowning and deep in thought, and felt a surge of schadenfreude. "Denial? Playing dumb? You scoundrel, you'll get what's coming to you later. It would be a waste not to let you experience the National Security's methods. Humph, you wicked and lecherous fellow." The air in the room seemed to freeze. Time ticked by, and Zhang Ziwen was still pondering... Four phone calls, from the same person, and from a classmate I've known since elementary school, all the way to high school, all from overseas. Could it be him? In Chapter 51, seemingly simple memories, this person is the closest to Jiang Yunlong's clue. Four calls, and considering the timing, and the fact that they were classmates from elementary to high school, it couldn't be anyone else but Chen Yan. But he couldn't possibly be calling from overseas, could he? Even if he were calling, how could he be involved with the National Security Bureau? Could it be that he got into trouble and implicated me? Thinking of this, Zhang Ziwen looked at Jiang Yunlong and said, "I remember someone, someone quite similar to what you said. Yes, a classmate called me four times, and the timing matches your description, but he didn't seem to be calling from overseas, did he?" "What's his name? Do you remember the content of your conversations?" Jiang Yunlong inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief . It was good he remembered; a special interrogation would have required considerable effort. Extracting information from a special forces soldier often involved far more ruthless methods than with ordinary people. Perhaps it was because they were both from the special forces , but Jiang Yunlong truly didn't want to see that happen to Zhang Ziwen. "His name is Chen Yan, and he is indeed my classmate. As for what he said, I need to think," Zhang Ziwen recalled . "The first time he called, it was after hearing I'd been discharged from the military. He asked about the situation, offered some comfort, and that seems to be it." "Continue, what did he say on the second call?" "I remember the second time it was quite cold, and he called quite early. I wasn't fully awake yet, still in bed and didn't want to move. I really can't remember what he said, only that my arm holding the phone outside the covers felt very cold, and I kept wanting to hang up." "And the third time?" " Let me think, the third time, he seemed to ask me what I did for a living. I told him I was unemployed at home, just drifting along. I even asked him where he was making money, and he said he was doing some kind of business. He even asked if I was interested in doing it with him. What ? I forgot. At that time, I wasn't interested in anything. I think I told him to come back and we'd talk about it later. I guess I just brushed him off. Yes, that should be it." "Do you remember what kind of business Chen Yan mentioned?" "I'm not really sure. Something about barter or something, but I don't understand it, and I wasn't interested in hearing about it." "So what did you talk about in your last phone call, which was two months ago?"

"I remember this. He said he was going back to Zhonghai soon and that he'd found me a good job, something I was sure I'd be willing
to do. I asked him what kind of job it was, and he said he'd tell me when he got back. I asked him where, and he said Jinghua
City. Yes,
that I'm absolutely sure I heard him correctly."

Zhang Ziwen said the last sentence with great certainty, while inwardly thinking, "What overseas call? It's clearly Jinghua
, and he says he's not mistaken? This is utter nonsense. "

Jiang Yunlong exchanged a glance with the man in the suit sitting at the head of the table and then asked, "
Have you seen Chen Yan recently? Didn't he say he was going back to Zhonghai soon? You two should have met already, right?"

"No, absolutely not. We haven't heard from him since our last phone call. I can guarantee that."

"Don't be so quick to promise. If you hadn't met, we wouldn't have come looking for you."

Damn it, why doesn't this guy trust people? Zhang Ziwen was a little annoyed and immediately said firmly, "If I haven't
seen him, I haven't seen him. I have no reason to lie about this."

Jiang Yunlong stared at Zhang Ziwen, trying to read something from his eyes, but the look he received was firm.
Jiang Yunlong vaguely felt that he wasn't lying, but this was just a feeling, and he had to continue questioning him.

"Now I'll ask you again, what were you doing on the night of July 3rd?" Jiang Yunlong's eyes caught Zhang Ziwen
's expression.

"The night of the 3rd," Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, that night I went to a
birthday " Zhang Ziwen felt a little guilty. Did they know about his passionate touch with his cousin? His heart
skipped a beat again. Did they know about him lifting her skirt? Thinking of this, he felt extremely embarrassed.

Jiang Yunlong noticed the subtle change in Zhang Ziwen's expression and pressed him further: "Where did you attend the party?
Who were you with? What did you talk about? Was Chen Yan there?" Four questions left Zhang Ziwen little time to consider.
He said hastily, "Tell me quickly, it's been so long, you definitely know."

Damn this relentless pressure, Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly before replying, "I went to the Adiya Club in Huijia District.
Besides my cousin, there were her classmates too. I can't quite remember what we talked about, but regarding Chen Yan, like I
said, I haven't seen him. I hope you can believe me on that point."

"Never seen Chen Yan? Then think about who you were with at the party and what you said. Think carefully. This
isn't you can just say you don't remember. You have to remember what you said and did at the party."

"Could I have a cigarette and some coffee to perk me up?" Zhang Ziwen's craving for a cigarette kicked in. When he needed to recall
something, it was hard to remember without a smoke, especially when he wanted a cigarette.

Jiang Yunlong instructed Xiao Liu to do as he was told, thus fulfilling Zhang Ziwen's request. Similarly, Zhang Ziwen should know how to
reciprocate – first sweet talk, then a harsher approach – it all depended on whether he followed through.

Coffee, cigarettes – the National Security Bureau's interrogation methods were indeed different, at least in Zhang Ziwen's opinion .
Unlike that girl Wu Min, who would either bluff, threaten, or endlessly entangle you in a complicated web of questions, the National Security Bureau
simply asked questions, analyzed any doubts, and then asked more questions. They complied with any small requests – how convenient! Once everyone had
their doubts cleared up, everything would be fine. Zhang Ziwen compared the two interrogation methods and still felt that
Jiang Yunlong 's method was slightly more to his liking. He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling a satisfied puff of smoke. Zhang Ziwen
glanced at Wu Min with a hint of smugness, noticing her displeasure as she looked at him. He thought disdainfully, "Girl, learn from them.
Look how the National Security Bureau interrogates."

Wu Min noticed Zhang Ziwen's smug look and understood the mockery in his eyes. She was furious.
This guy was incredibly arrogant and disrespectful, daring to provoke her even at this point. If it weren't for
the presence of the National Security personnel, she would definitely have given Zhang Ziwen some special treatment. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to vent her anger.

The coffee was refreshing, and the cigarette was good for the lungs. Zhang Ziwen's mind flashed back to the banquet. The National Security personnel suddenly
brought this up—it couldn't have been for no reason. What was going on? Could Chen Yan really be at the banquet?
There were so many people that night; it was normal that he hadn't seen him. Who would expect to run into an old classmate at such a high-class event? Right,
what exactly did I say? A watch? Using a broken watch to fool Yang Qian for 800,000 euros? Haha!

Zhang Ziwen remembered Yang Qian's surprised and embarrassed expression at the time, and found it somewhat amusing. A smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"What have you thought of? Mr. Zhang, have you made up your mind?" Jiang Yunlong had been observing his expression.

"Not yet, let me think about it some more, haha, soon." Thinking of something funny, Zhang Ziwen felt a little relieved. "

Something's wrong with him," Wu Min muttered inwardly, annoyed. "He can still laugh even at this point? Isn't he crazy? "

Zhang Ziwen composed himself and continued to recall the scene in the banquet hall. Who did he talk to and what
? He didn't meet many people that night, and not many spoke to him. Besides fooling Yang Qian, the only person
he was that rich kid. That guy was so scared by his maritime business that he almost wet his pants. Haha,
interesting.

Zhang Ziwen almost laughed out loud again when he thought about his boasting about his maritime business. "Full-scale enough, even missiles are being developed!" Wait
, something's not right. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Could it be this? Could the National Security Bureau be after this? How did they
know ? Damn, can boasting attract them? That doesn't make sense. And what does this have to do with Chen Yan?
The two are completely unrelated.

This is a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding. Zhang Ziwen is certain that the National Security Bureau made a mistake somewhere, but
isn't this misunderstanding a bit too much? The National Security Bureau wouldn't mistake him, a fake arms dealer, for a real one, would they? If so,
the National Security Bureau is incredibly incompetent. Investigating him should be easy, so why drag him into this mess? Isn't that a bit
irresponsible ? Damn it, I'm being wronged beyond belief! Zhang Ziwen felt incredibly wronged.

Zhang Ziwen thought it over and over, and felt that only impersonating an arms dealer could attract the attention of the National Security Bureau. But it was just a hoax,
and bragging wasn't illegal. Understanding this, he felt a sense of relief and smiled, saying, "I just remembered
something , maybe it's related to you looking for me."

"Good to remember. Then tell me why we're looking for you." Jiang Yunlong's expression turned serious. The other
man in the suit and Wu Min waited intently for Zhang Ziwen's next words. All three had a feeling that tonight's interrogation would focus on something more
.

In life, it's inevitable that forgotten past events will be unearthed. What seems simple and harmless can
often lead to serious trouble. It's like being with a new lover, and one day she
finds out you had an affair with an ex. That forgotten thing becomes a time bomb, even if you...
Even if you take three baths, you probably still won't get into her bed. Women aren't as generous as you imagine.

Chapter 52 For National Security

Zhang Ziwen cautiously probed, "You wouldn't be looking for me because of what I said to that kid, would you?"

"You just need to answer who you said what to, what the conversation was about, and why you're associating it with us?"
Jiang Yunlong bluntly interrupted his probing.

Zhang Ziwen briefly organized his thoughts and recounted his conversation with Liu Zhan at the banquet that night. He explained that impersonating
an arms dealer was purely to fool that rich kid. As for impersonating He Li's boyfriend to save face for her,
Zhang Ziwen didn't want to involve her, so he omitted it. Finally, Zhang Ziwen said, "This matter is actually very simple.
I just fooled that kid. Besides that, I really can't think of any other reason why you contacted me. Also, this boasting shouldn't
violate any laws, right?"

"Just that simple? You mean, everything you told Liu Zhan was fabricated?"

Zhang Ziwen nodded and said, "That's right, I made it all up to tease that kid."

"Tease? Zhang Ziwen, if things were as simple as you say, would our National Security Bureau be targeting you? Think again,
is there anything else you've let slip?" Jiang Yunlong's tone became serious, no longer addressing him as "Mr."

Zhang Ziwen sensed the hostility in his tone and felt a surge of anger, but he still carefully
recalled the events as he was told. From beginning to end, besides his conversation with Liu Zhan, the only thing that left a deep impression was his intimate dance with He Li.
If there was anything else, it was the elegant woman he encountered on the balcony, but she certainly couldn't be
involved in this matter. Zhang Ziwen couldn't think of any other suspicious points. He was certain that besides his conversation with Liu Zhan,
he couldn't have that could attract the attention of the National Security Bureau.

Zhang Ziwen didn't want to think about it any further; it was pointless. So he said, "I..." "That's all I can remember
, what I just said. That's the only thing that connects me to you. As for the rest, I'm sorry, I really don't
know. If you have any doubts about me, you can investigate, or give me some hints so I can understand what
's going on. Otherwise, I'll give you the same answer no matter what you ask me." Zhang Ziwen's tone was a little impatient.

Jiang Yunlong stared at Zhang Ziwen for a long time, his eyes sharp, trying to find a flaw in his expression. The answer
disappointed him. He couldn't read any guilt in Zhang Ziwen's eyes, but he did read his resentment.

Zhang Ziwen returned his gaze without any politeness, clear, firm, and with a hint of resentment at being wronged.
Why? He was inexplicably dragged into this, and he had already cooperated better than anyone else. What more did he want?

Jiang Yunlong had a nagging feeling that the bureau had acted too hastily this time. Although the suspect was extremely skilled, they could have
waited. There were still errors in the investigation. Perhaps it wouldn't be too late to close the net after he met with Chen Yan.
Jiang Yunlong sighed inwardly. The bureau was being overly cautious this time

. Jiang Yunlong whispered a few words to the man in the suit who was also on the trial with him and Wu Min, then stood up and
said , "Mr. Zhang, please reconsider the details of that night at the banquet, and your conversation with Chen Yan
. See if there's anything you've overlooked. We'll see you later." After saying this, Jiang Yunlong and the two men on the trial left
the room . "What's the point of thinking about this?

" Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself. Only Xiao Liu and another
man in a suit guarding him remained in the room. Zhang Ziwen was a little anxious, wondering how much longer he would have to stay in this wretched place and how he would
go to work tomorrow. He definitely couldn't go to the company; that brat Mu Qing had caught him red-handed. Damn it, this damn work session was in

the National Security Bureau's conference room, brightly lit. Jiang Yunlong, Wu Min, Pan Jun, the National Security personnel who had previously served on the trial,
and a slightly overweight middle-aged man who appeared to be a leader in the bureau were present. Wang Bing had also been
specially invited to attend this meeting.

"Captain Jiang, I just watched your interrogation on the monitor next door," the leader asked first. "
What are your thoughts on Zhang Ziwen's interrogation?"

Jiang Yunlong thought for a moment and said, "There are many suspicious points, Director Zhao. Based on the evidence we currently have, the possibility of
Zhang Ziwen being involved in this arms case is not very high. That's my feeling after the interrogation. Of course, it still
needs time to prove it further."

"Oh, then tell me why you feel this way?"

"Based on Zhang Ziwen's answers to questions, such as his phone conversation with Chen Yan and his conversation with Liu Zhan, it
basically matches the information we have. He didn't hide anything on this point. Also, from
the time he returned to the military and came back to civilian life, according to what I've heard from people around him, he has no record of leaving the country, his life is very regular, he usually
sleeps in the morning and hangs out with friends in the afternoon, and he's not very well-off financially. I really can't
associate him with arms dealing."

"Then how do you explain Zhang Ziwen and his classmate? Chen Yan is
a key figure . The weapons Zhang Ziwen and Liu Zhan mentioned at the banquet match the weapons in this case quite closely. Zhang Ziwen
and Chen Yan also had four phone calls, although the content was unrelated to the arms case. But the similar arms lists, coupled with Chen
Yan being an arms dealer—is it really just a coincidence?" Director Liu asked, voicing his doubts.

"That's what I'm wondering about too. Although I don't believe in such coincidences, everything needs
evidence. Whether it's a coincidence or not needs investigation. At least for now, I don't think Zhang Ziwen could have committed such a large-scale
arms deal." Jiang Yunlong felt the coincidences were too outrageous.

"Inspector Wu, you've dealt with Zhang Ziwen several times and even interrogated him personally. You should know him
well . What's your opinion? Do you think he's connected to this case?" Director Zhao turned the question to
Wu Min.

Wu Min thought for a moment and said, "Based on my experience interrogating him twice, Zhang Ziwen has a terrible temper.
He impulsive, arrogant, and has a bit of a gangster-like demeanor. He has a kind of aversion to the police and has even seriously injured
a police officer before. Our major crimes unit investigated him before and thought he was a member of the underworld. Afterwards, we found that
Zhang Ziwen was pretty much as Captain Jiang described—a very unambitious person. As for this arms case, Captain Jiang and I
agree that it's highly unlikely. In my opinion, he's the kind of person who wouldn't do anything earth-shattering;
you could say he's a complete loser."

Although Wu Min really wanted to teach Zhang Ziwen a lesson, she
couldn't bring herself to say that he was an arms dealer. In her eyes, Zhang Ziwen was just a hoodlum, the scum of society. She would never believe that he could pull off such a major arms case under the National Security Bureau's jurisdiction
.

"Hehe, interesting, you all seem to have the same idea." Director Zhao chuckled and then asked Pan Jun, "Little Pan,
what about you? You've been leading the team monitoring Zhang Ziwen for some time now. Although your report says you haven't found anything suspicious,
what are your thoughts on Zhang Ziwen after today's interrogation?"

Pan Jun shook his head and said, "I still maintain that Zhang Ziwen didn't do anything
suspicious . Today's interrogation didn't give me any indication that he was connected to the arms case we're handling. I agree with
Inspector Wu's assessment; this guy has a gangster-like demeanor and is quite lecherous. He even has an ambiguous relationship with his
superior This kind of person can't possibly commit any major arms case." Pan Jun
was very dismissive of arresting Zhang Ziwen before a thorough investigation.

"Hehe," Director Zhao chuckled, "You all seem quite dissatisfied with apprehending the suspect ahead of schedule. Yes,
it was a bit rushed, but we received a directive from above that no suspect can be overlooked. Even if Zhang Ziwen is
unrelated to this case, bringing him back for questioning is perfectly normal. Besides, his relationship with Chen Yan, a major suspect in this arms case,
is unclear. This Chen Yan is no simple man; not only is he involved in the arms case, but he also has close ties with some overseas mercenaries.
According to reliable sources, he has recently been in frequent contact with the East Turkestan organization overseas. This forces us to be cautious
. The General Administration has already issued an order that anyone involved with him must be brought to the bureau for questioning. It's
no longer a matter of a covert investigation. I think bringing Zhang Ziwen back to the bureau ahead of schedule is a good thing. Based on
the analysis of Chen Yan's last phone call with Zhang Ziwen, he might be trying to drag Zhang Ziwen into this mess. As you've all said, Zhang Ziwen
has a strong gangster mentality; he might follow Chen Yan out of loyalty. You've all seen..." "Given his skills,
if Zhang Ziwen were to join Chen Yan's criminal group, can you imagine the consequences?
I don't need to elaborate, do I?"

After saying this, Director Chen stood up and said, "Interrogate Zhang Ziwen again. If there's nothing particularly unusual,
release him, but not until tomorrow. I hope Captain Wang from the military can talk to Zhang Ziwen.
If Chen Yan contacts him, I hope he can cooperate with the National Security Bureau to take down Chen Yan. As for the methods the National Security Bureau used to arrest him tonight,
I hope he can understand. When it comes to national security, we have to take extraordinary measures. Dealing with
special forces soldiers we can only do this. Zhang Ziwen is, after all, someone trained by the military. I think he should
have this much awareness. He should be able to endure a little grievance. Hehe, you say, Captain Wang?"

Wang Bing cursed inwardly, "Damn it, are special forces soldiers not human? Damn it, they even brought a sniper. If someone
gets killed, let's see how you handle this." Despite his cursing, Wang Bing still had to cooperate on the surface.

Director Zhao is right. As a soldier, he has that much awareness .

Chapter 53 An Unlucky Coincidence

Under Jiang Yunlong's repeated questioning, he scrutinized every word and looked for all the suspicious points, tormenting Zhang Ziwen
to no end. This kind of meticulous interrogation was too much for him. The repeated answers and the procedural
recitation did not require any thought. This is also a strength of special forces soldiers. An ordinary person might have already become
confused and given irrelevant answers. If there were a case against him, he would probably have no choice but to reveal his flaws.

They drank five cups of coffee and smoked half a pack of cigarettes. The interrogation continued until the early
hours to replay the interrogation recordings. In the end, the three of them unanimously concluded that Chen Yan had indeed never
met Zhang Ziwen. As for the overseas phone call, Zhang Ziwen's landline did not have caller ID, so he was very likely unaware that
the call he received was from overseas. Liu Zhan's report that he was a smuggling arms dealer was unsubstantiated. Analyzing
the weapons that Zhang Ziwen had fabricated, at least two types of missiles belonged to Russian-controlled weapons, which he could not have obtained.
As for the conventional rifles, although they matched the weapons Chen Yan was involved in, the element of coincidence was too great.

The conclusion is clear: Zhang Ziwen just happened to be caught in the crossfire. The National Security Bureau had been investigating an
arms smuggling case, with Chen Yan as a major suspect. Just when the investigation was at a bottleneck and progress was slow,
the Major Crimes Unit received a report from Liu Zhan, the general manager of the Liu Group, accusing Zhang Ziwen of smuggling arms. The Liu Group
is with considerable influence. Given that it involved arms, the Major Crimes Unit immediately
transferred the report to the National Security Bureau.

The whistleblower report from the general manager of a prestigious listed company, coupled with the sensitive topic of arms dealing, immediately drew the attention of the National Security Bureau.
An investigation revealed a major suspect: not only was Chen Yan's trail discovered, but four
phone calls between him and Zhang Ziwen were also found. The utterly unlucky Zhang Ziwen instantly became a registered suspect. The National Security Bureau immediately increased manpower to monitor him around the clock and began investigating his family records and personal details. The investigation revealed Zhang Ziwen's background as a special forces soldier, prompting the National Security Bureau to raise the security level again. Although various indications suggested that Zhang Ziwen's lazy lifestyle and financial resources were insufficient to link him to the arms case, including the lack of substantial information from his four phone calls with Chen Yan, he remained the National Security Bureau's designated high-priority criminal until the interrogation results were released tonight. During the day, Zhang Ziwen's methods of dealing with the printing company staff demonstrated his prowess to the National Security Bureau. His speeding away from their surveillance forced them to act prematurely. Since he had already been exposed, further monitoring was pointless. The bureau received instructions from the National Security Bureau that arresting suspects like Zhang Ziwen required a surprise attack . The resulting tension led to Zhang Ziwen being targeted by a sniper. Given his special forces background and the bizarre coincidences, it was no wonder he suffered this fate. Adding the woes, Liu Zhan, who disliked him, was determined to get rid of him. Boasting isn't illegal, but to have boasting provoke the National Security Bureau into targeting him is unprecedented. With nowhere to seek justice, he can only swallow his bad luck . Even the beautiful policewoman Wu Min found this both infuriating and amusing. She'd arrested him twice under misunderstanding, but he'd gone even further, being mistaken for someone from the National Security Bureau. She wondered what tricks this guy was up to, and who knew which agency would land him next. She wondered when he'd finally stop . While Wu Min didn't sympathize with him, she still thought he was incredibly unlucky, so unlucky it was almost laughable . Wu Min felt a little smug. Zhang Ziwen was so bored in the interrogation room that all he did was drink coffee and smoke. He'd drunk too much coffee to even take a nap. Jiang Yunlong seemed generous in offering him coffee, but it seemed he had ulterior motives. Zhang Ziwen was bursting with energy right now.

He wanted to chat with the state security personnel guarding him, but seeing their dark, almost viscous expressions, he had to give up. The room
was filled with smoke, causing the guards to inhale a lot of secondhand smoke, but they couldn't do anything about it. When Jiang Yunlong left the
interrogation room, he threw a whole pack of Zhonghua cigarettes to Zhang Ziwen. Given his heavy smoking
habit, how could he not let the state security personnel inhale the smoke

? Just when he was feeling extremely bored, Jiang Yunlong finally returned to the interrogation room, followed by the old captain Wang Bing. As soon as he entered,
Jiang Yunlong instructed Xiao Liu to loosen the restraints on Zhang Ziwen.

"Mr. Zhang, tonight's investigation concludes here. We have the right to detain you for 48 hours or longer,
as this concerns national security, which I believe you understand. However, we are not considering detaining you for the time being. You are now free,
but there is one condition: until your situation is clarified, you cannot leave the city and must be available for questioning by the National Security Bureau at any time.
Please cooperate with this."

Jiang Yunlong's words left no room for negotiation. Freedom was offered, but with the condition that he be available at any time, meaning
he would have to cooperate with the National Security Bureau until his suspicion was cleared.

Damn it, is this ever going to end? Zhang Ziwen was extremely annoyed, but he knew he was basically
fine . If the National Security Bureau wanted to detain him for two days, they certainly had the right to do so. After all, he had boasted and become a suspect. Damn it,
he had really lost out this time.

Jiang Yunlong pretended not to notice Zhang Ziwen's somewhat resentful expression and smiled at Wang Bing, saying, "You
two are old comrades who haven't seen each other in a long time, you must have a lot to talk about. There's a lounge over there, you can chat there,
there's tea, coffee, and even drinks. I'll get you some late-night snacks too, you can drink and chat."

Wang Bing cursed inwardly, "Damn it, they still need me to be their go-between." Without any hesitation,
he ordered two bottles of Wuliangye and some snacks to go with the drinks. Why not take it? There was no need to be polite.

In the lounge, the two old comrades downed several glasses of wine to calm their nerves. Jiang Yunlong was quite accommodating, actually getting
two bottles of Wuliangye and ordering some snacks from the canteen. He only left the lounge after making sure everything was settled, without disturbing the two old
comrades' meeting.

"Kid, I've heard you've been to the police station more than once or twice, how did you end up like this?"
After a few drinks, Wang Bing looked at his former capable subordinate with a pang of regret.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at him, looking ashamed. Yes, he had been drifting along since returning from the army, and he
knew he was doing terribly. He never expected to meet his old captain in this situation. It was truly shameful.
Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, downed a glass of wine, and shook his head speechlessly. He was too ashamed to say anything.

"Damn it, pull yourself together. Don't look like you're half-dead. I won't rub salt in the wound. Let's drink,
let's drink tonight."

The captain really knows him. Zhang Ziwen gave Wang Bing a grateful look, clinked glasses with him, and
downed his drink in one gulp. The two understood each other without words, drinking as they went. But the alcohol was really tasteless. When they

'd almost finished, Wang Bing handed Zhang Ziwen a cigarette and lit it. "Brother, there's something I still need to ask.
It concerns your future. You haven't even cleaned up your mess yet. If Chen Yan comes after you, what are you going to
do?"

Zhang Ziwen glanced at Wang Bing, shook his head, and said, "What can I do? That guy used to be
on good terms with me. Am I supposed to arrest him myself? Can't the National Security Bureau do it themselves?"

“That’s right. If you don’t arrest Chen Yan, are you going to protect him? Protecting someone is also a crime, don’t you know that?”

Wang Bing knew Zhang Ziwen’s character very well. This kid was loyal but didn’t consider the consequences,
otherwise wouldn’t have caused such a big mess in the army and been discharged. He was a little worried that Zhang Ziwen

would follow in his footsteps. “I know protecting someone is a crime, but can I really bring myself to arrest a friend I’ve known since childhood
?” Zhang Ziwen was also a little troubled. He knew he couldn’t do it if asked to deal with Chen Yan.

"Damn it, I knew you'd be like this. You need to think this through. Your friend's case is serious; getting
you involved is no joke. No, if your friend contacts you to meet, keep him calm
and immediately You don't have to do it yourself."

"You mean I have to tip him off? Damn, what's the difference between that and arresting him myself?"

"Are you fucking brain-dead? He's already gotten you into this mess, what more do you want? Damn, I really want to punch you
." Wang Bing's temper flared, and he was anxious for Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at him, sighed, and said, "Forget it, Captain, don't worry about it. There'll always be a way to
win everyone over . You know my temper; I would never betray a friend. He broke the law,
so the government will deal with him. I don't plan to get involved."

Wang Bing glared at Zhang Ziwen. He knew his former subordinate too well. Even with a gun to his head, if he
said he wouldn't cooperate, he wouldn't. Threats and intimidation were useless.

Wang Bing was anxious and frustrated, but there was nothing he could do. He could only sigh and say, "This bastard's temper makes me both
love and hate him . Fine, just take it easy on yourself, or I'll end up having to make a trip again. You'd better watch yourself." Wang Bing was too lazy to persuade him anymore. He had to walk his own path, and no one could interfere. The soldiers' personalities meant that neither of them

would be sentimental about this. The two grown men stopped arguing and started drinking. They drank until they were drunk . When Zhang Ziwen woke up in the rest room, he glanced at Wang Bing, who was still hungover. He had drunk a lot and deliberately wanted to get drunk. Zhang Ziwen didn't wake him up. He just took a deep look at his old captain, who had once shared life and death with him and had always taken good care of him in the army, treating him like a brother. Zhang Ziwen stood up and gave his old captain a standard military salute. Chapter 54 Love in My Heart, Hard to Say Zhang Ziwen walked out of the police station, looked up at the sky. The sky was blue, the sunlight dazzling. It was already past 2 pm. Touching his stubble, Zhang Ziwen shook his head with a wry smile, feeling a little helpless. Across the street, a delicate figure came into view. She flew towards him like a little bird . What was she doing here? A warm feeling welled up in Zhang Ziwen's heart. He opened his arms and embraced the soft, delicate body tightly. He needed warmth, the feeling . Gentle Tang Shu, this understanding and beautiful girl, selflessly threw her entire soft body into his embrace. Her beautiful face gently caressed his . Zhang Ziwen felt the moisture on his face, a few drops dripping down his cheeks and onto his neck. He sighed inwardly. The girl gently pushed Tang Shu away. Zhang Ziwen looked at her tear-streaked face, those beautiful eyes...

His eyes were brimming with tears, and a pang of pain shot through him. He smiled faintly and gently wiped the tears from her face. "Still crying?
Don't cry. Brother Wen likes Xiao Shu to smile."

"No, no, I'm happy to see Brother Wen," Tang Shu forced a smile, reaching out her delicate hand to gently stroke
Zhang Ziwen's slightly haggard face. He had stayed up all night, and his cheeks and chin were covered in stubble. The little girl felt a pang of sorrow in her heart,
trying to hold back her tears, but she couldn't stop them; glistening tears kept welling up in her beautiful eyes.

Seeing Tang Shu's pitiful appearance, Zhang Ziwen almost couldn't hold back his own tears. He forcibly suppressed the soreness in his nose and
comforted her, "It's alright, don't cry. Brother Wen is fine."

"Brother Wen, are you hungry? Shall we go get something to eat?" Tang Shu forced herself to calm down and stopped crying.
The intelligent girl knew that now was not the time to shed tears; she should be concerned about whether Zhang Ziwen
was hungry .

Zhang Ziwen smiled: "It's alright, there's cigarettes, alcohol, coffee, and even late-night snacks inside. Brother Wen is enjoying himself."

"Then let me take you somewhere to rest and relax, okay?"

"Sure, I'm a bit tired, finding a place to rest is a good idea. You lead the way, Brother Wen will follow you today."

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's nonchalant attitude, Tang Shu felt a little relieved and involuntarily revealed a
sweet smile, making Zhang Ziwen feel like he was basking in a spring breeze. He really liked Tang Shu's charming smile, especially
when he was most depressed. Tang Shu's gentleness and sweet smile were just right to warm his heart.

The taxi sped along the overpass. Zhang Ziwen looked at Tang Shu, who was like a kitten in his arms, and felt that his chest
was made for her. She nestled in his arms so naturally and comfortably, her expression content
and at ease.

"Xiao Shu."

"Mmm," Tang Shu hummed sweetly.

"How did you know I was at the police station?" Zhang Ziwen asked curiously.

"I went to your neighborhood around noon today, hoping to have lunch with you, but I couldn't get through on the phone. Then I saw
a group people talking, so I went over to listen. One of them seemed to be your neighbor. He
saw you being..." Tang Shu's voice trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry.

"So you came? Silly girl, what if Brother Wen is a bad guy and you can't get out?" Before he could finish, Zhang Ziwen's mouth was
covered by a soft, warm hand.

"Don't say Brother Wen is a good person, he'll always be the best Brother Wen in Xiao Shu's heart." Tang Shu's face was flushed, and her eyes seemed to
glisten, making her look incredibly endearing.

What else could he say? Tang Shu's soft words filled Zhang Ziwen with tenderness. He inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of her hair
and secretly, gently kissed her dark locks.

The place Tang Shu wanted to take him to seemed to be outside the city. Zhang Ziwen didn't ask; he knew the understanding Tang Shu would find him
a comfortable place to rest and relax. He only needed to enjoy himself now; how much it cost
was no longer his concern. He knew Tang Shu had a credit card that seemed to have an endless limit. He wasn't
embarrassed ; he would repay this kindness at

the Qianshuiwan Hot Spring Center, less than 20 kilometers from Zhonghai City. Kilometers away, there is a large open-air hot spring center.
Nestled against the mountains and by the water, the environment is serene and it is a very famous leisure resort. However, ordinary people rarely visit this
place because the hot spring center operates on a membership system and is only open to the wealthy or successful.
Zhang Ziwen was unaware of this. He only knew that the cars parked outside were all top-of-the-line luxury cars. The taxi that drove in here was
quite unusual and eye-catching. If Tang Shu hadn't shown off the gold badge pinned in her small bag, the gatekeeper
would never have let this extremely eye-catching taxi into the lobby entrance.

The lobby was luxuriously decorated, with bright floor-to-ceiling windows, elegant and luxurious pale yellow leather sofas, and a crystal
glass coffee table that clearly cost a fortune. The entire lobby gave off
a grand yet elegant feel, and the soothing and melodious music added to the tranquility and calming atmosphere. Tang Shu's place was indeed excellent; the lobby alone
was enough to make Zhang Ziwen feel very relaxed.

The changing room was a bit exaggerated; even changing his swim trunks required several waiters dressed in white shirts and black pants with bow ties, who
attentively served him with warm and attentive service. Although he considered his manhood to be fairly well-proportioned,
the fact that it was exposed to these waiters still made him a little embarrassed.

The spacious, clear hot spring pool emitted a gentle steam. There were only a few people in the pool. Zhang Ziwen chose a
spot where he could lie down and got into the water. The water temperature was just right, comfortable. With the blue sky, white clouds, and gentle breeze, Zhang Ziwen felt as if he had merged
into the embrace of nature. He lay back by the pool, enjoying the warm and soothing sensation of the hot spring. A gentle breeze caressed his face. Ah, so refreshing!
He took a leisurely breath.

From afar, he saw a beautiful woman in a bikini walking gracefully towards him. It was the beautiful Tang Shu. Her
long
, black hair flowed in the wind, her figure was mature and graceful with curves, and her skin was as white as jade. Coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, Zhang Ziwen felt that she was not the Tang Shu he knew. She was gentle yet shy, reserved yet sexy. He never expected
that the little girl he usually saw would have such a mature and sexy side. Zhang Ziwen stared at Tang Shu,
momentarily wondering if he had mistaken her for someone else.

"Brother Wen, stop looking at me like that!" Tang Shu said coquettishly, her voice a mix of shyness and reproach, quickly
shrinking back into the hot spring water. She couldn't stand Zhang Ziwen's lecherous gaze.

Zhang Ziwen awkwardly sniffed, realizing he shouldn't be looking at Tang Shu like that. His eyes did indeed have
a lecherous glint, because he was getting an erection. Realizing this, Zhang Ziwen cursed himself for being so disgusting.

"Brother Wen, sit here with me, I'll massage your head," Tang Shu said

, her face flushed. Zhang Ziwen carefully moved closer. He wasn't wearing much clothing, so he didn't feel as natural as when he was fully clothed. Besides,
Tang Shu, this bikini-clad beauty, was truly alluring. He was a man, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Would you mind sitting on my lap? It'll be easier to massage you there," Tang Shu whispered, her face still red.

To avoid appearing coy and suspicious, Zhang Ziwen suppressed his racing heart and feigned composure, leaning his back against Tang Shu.
Tang Shu bent her knees and parted them, extending her delicate hands to gently pull him into her embrace, letting his head rest against her chest. Her
slender fingers pressed against his temples, gently massaging them.

Zhang Ziwen let out a soft, pleasurable groan. Tang Shu's skillful hands were gentle and comfortable, and even more comfortable was the feeling
of his head resting on her full, soft body. Zhang Ziwen felt as if he were floating on clouds.

"Is it comfortable, Brother Wen?" Tang Shu's face was still flushed, the intimate contact between their skin making her a little shy.

"Mmm," Zhang Ziwen was too comfortable to speak.

Zhang Ziwen closed his eyes, enjoying Tang Shu's gentle head massage, his body feeling as if it were melting into her warm embrace.
As his body and mind gradually relaxed, feeling comfortable, peaceful, and warm, he even began to snore.

Tang Shu's delicate fingers were a little sore, but she didn't stop. She wanted to give Zhang Ziwen the most comfortable
experience; she wanted this tired man to receive her tender care. This was
the . Looking at Zhang Ziwen, who seemed to be asleep in her arms, Tang Shu's beautiful eyes revealed a trace of pity, a trace of happiness, and a trace of
satisfaction .

Two hours of soaking in the hot spring left Zhang Ziwen feeling relaxed and refreshed. Tang Shu's soft fingers had
never stopped massaging him, from his head to his shoulders, for a full two hours. For
someone who had never had a massage before, this required a great deal of perseverance. Zhang Ziwen looked at her hands, which were a little too heavy to lift her shoulders, and felt a pang of tenderness in his heart. He didn't say
anything , but simply gave her a deep kiss on her smooth forehead. This kiss contained so much affection, and also
so much helplessness.

Zhang Ziwen was well aware of Tang Shu's feelings for him, but he couldn't promise her anything. He couldn't be so
selfish . For now, he could only treat her as a little sister. There was no other way; reality kept him somewhat clear-headed. He knew
his terrible situation and couldn't wrong her. He always felt that he was unworthy of the gentle and beautiful Tang Shu,
and that expressing his love to her would be a desecration. Zhang Ziwen could only deeply imprint her in his heart, hiding his
feelings for her. He only knew one thing: no one could replace Tang Shu in his heart.

Tang Shu accepted his kiss, though it was only on her forehead. She was content; she could feel Zhang Ziwen
's affection, and that was enough. She didn't ask Zhang Ziwen to say he loved her; she only hoped to
be by . In Tang Shu's heart, Zhang Ziwen had already occupied her entire being; he was her only one

. Wearing a white casual outfit, the two strolled along the gentle slope and green grass. Zhang Ziwen looked
quite refreshed; he had shaved, his messy hair was neat, and the sour smell was gone. He showed no trace of
the look he had after a night of interrogation by the National Security Bureau. Tang Shu, arm in arm with him, shone brightly. Her eyes would occasionally glance at him,
then flash him a sweet smile.

Before him stood a beauty as exquisite as jade, a scene of breathtaking beauty. For the first time, Zhang Ziwen felt a yearning for wealth. Only at
this moment did such a vulgar thought arise, for only with wealth could he possess everything before him.

Night fell. Inside the suite at Repulse Bay, the dining table was laden with delicacies, and a bottle of champagne was opened. For no particular reason,
Tang Shu simply wanted Zhang Ziwen to enjoy the best service available. Zhang Ziwen had forgotten all politeness in front of Tang Shu. This
wasn't the first time he'd skipped out on the bill; with Tang Shu protecting him, he took everything she arranged for granted.

The two sat facing each other, enjoying the food and champagne, savoring the romance of a candlelight dinner. The candlelight illuminated
Tang Shu , making her breathtakingly beautiful. Her beauty was so captivating that Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded uncontrollably. For now, he
could only indulge in this fleeting thrill; what could he possibly do to her? Heartbroken but unable to act, Zhang Ziwen was
helpless

at this moment. His phone rang inappropriately, sounding jarring in the romantic atmosphere,
making him curse inwardly. "Who the hell invented cell phones? Sometimes, too much technology isn't
a good thing.

" What annoyed Zhang Ziwen even more was seeing the caller ID: it was Mu Qing calling. He glanced at
his watch past 10 pm. "Damn it, is she trying to kill me?" Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, fumbling for
the battery to remove, putting the phone out of service. There was no point in answering;
he hadn't . What good could that girl's call possibly have? She wouldn't let him off the hook tomorrow anyway;
he'd probably be fired soon. Why put up with her tantrums now?

"Brother Wen, why aren't you answering the phone?" Tang Shu asked, puzzled by his indignant behavior, wondering what had made
him so angry.

"It was the company calling, but answering wouldn't have helped. They'd probably just say I didn't come to work today," Zhang Ziwen said
casually .

"The company? Brother Wen, when did you start working at a company? Why didn't you tell me you were working? I could have
congratulated you!" Tang Shu knew he had been unemployed, so she was a little taken
aback .

"It's only been a couple of days. I was thinking of telling you, but then I thought it wasn't a big deal, so I didn't."

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