The City Hunter (Complete) - Chapter 38

Chapter 247 Follow Your Feelings, Unhappy and Speechless.

Even with her good temper, Tang Ying couldn't tolerate his attitude. She stood up abruptly. She didn't want to see
Zhang Ziwen again, never. She was furious, but at the same time, she made a decision. She had to seriously consider Xiao
Shu's situation. She couldn't let the kind and gentle Xiao Shu stay with this unrepentant Zhang Ziwen, even if Xiao Shu hated
her.

"You...are you leaving?" Zhang Ziwen looked at Tang Ying, whose body trembled slightly. He knew she must have misunderstood.

"Yes, I will do my best to help you, but you'll probably have to stay in prison for a while
. Goodbye." Tang Ying was expressionless; he had hurt her.

"...Don't you want to hear who I'm talking about?" Zhang Ziwen's voice trembled slightly; he
was agitated.

"No interest." Tang Ying was furious. She had no interest in hearing his fickle explanation. She turned away,
wanting to leave this place that made her angry as soon as possible.

“I know you’re not interested, but I have to say it…” Zhang Ziwen took a soft breath and said gently
, “Because there’s another you in my life, Tang Ying. Do you understand what I mean?”

Tang Ying’s body trembled, her steps froze, and she couldn’t take another step. She felt a wave
of exhaustion, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She could see through Zhang Ziwen’s thoughts, yet she hadn’t thought of this,
and she hadn’t expected him to be talking about her. He said she was the woman in his life. She heard it clearly, and he
meant it clearly. She had heard Zhang Ziwen’s confession again. The first rejection had left her powerless, but this
sudden attack left her breathless. Her heart was in turmoil, her thoughts were blurred. These were the words she
wanted to hear but dared not hear. And these words that made her face flush and her heart race had never
been said to her by any man in her life, let alone a man much younger than herself. And this man was the one who had stirred her heart.
The man she constantly thought about—she didn't deny loving him. She understood her own heart; ever since he shielded
her , her heart had been firmly bound to him.

Tang Ying's delicate body trembled slightly as she turned her back to him. His words struck her heart. She couldn't control her
emotions; she craved love, yet this love wasn't something she should have. She had told herself more than once that she
shouldn't have fallen for him, but she couldn't control her thoughts, couldn't control the desire in her heart.

She kept condemning herself. She kept trying to sever her feelings, but she couldn't. She could only hide in America, she
could only stay far away from him, but fate always bound her to him. He still came looking for her; he sneaked into
her bedroom. A feeling of joy stirred within her; she was so excited. She even longed for him to steal a kiss from her.
He did nothing and left. Her heart was filled with disappointment. She wanted to call him back, but she couldn't. A sliver of reason, a
struggle barely restrained her impulse. Now, he had said words that stirred her heart again.
What should she do? Tang Ying was in a state of utter confusion; she truly didn't know what to do.

"Could you...sit a little longer?" Zhang Ziwen's voice was pleading. He genuinely wanted to
talk ; he didn't want to suffer any longer. From her reaction, he sensed that Tang Ying
wasn't indifferent to him, but why was she rejecting him? He desperately wanted to know, and he didn't want to give up this rare opportunity
. He had already spoken; he wasn't afraid of being rejected again.

No, she couldn't stay here any longer, a voice inside Tang Ying urged, but her body
wouldn't obey . She sat down weakly, utterly exhausted. She could only sit down to calm her chaotic mind;
she needed to calm herself, but could she remain calm in front of the person she had longed for day and night? Tang Ying was a little afraid;
she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist his passionate words.

"You...won't blame me for being abrupt, will you?" Zhang Ziwen spoke cautiously. Having never pursued a woman before
, he didn't know how to phrase it. Today, he had been very bold; pursuing the woman he loved, he decided to open
his heart, no matter how difficult it was, he would speak.

"...It'll be strange, please stop talking, okay?" Tang Ying's voice was soft and weak; she was pleading.

"No, I have to say it." Zhang Ziwen looked at her beautiful face and refused her plea. He'd
gone this far; there was no turning back. If she didn't continue, he'd go crazy.

His refusal was unreasonable, but Tang Ying's beautiful face flushed red. Her heart pounded wildly. She
was like a shy girl waiting for his advances. She couldn't be angry at all. What did he want to say? She
wanted to hear but dared not, so conflicted.

A blushing woman is beautiful. Tang Ying's blushing face shocked Zhang Ziwen. Beautiful woman, how
could I lose you? Zhang Ziwen suppressed his wildly beating heart and tried to speak slowly, "...
You already know my heart. I'm not talking nonsense. I've always wanted to ask you, do you have no feelings for me at all?"

"...No, I have no feelings for you whatsoever." Tang Ying's voice was barely a whisper. Her beautiful eyes dared not look at him;
the insincere answer pained even herself.

Zhang Ziwen's heart ached, but he sensed this wasn't her true feeling. He said unwillingly, "You're
lying, this isn't your true feeling, it's not real..."

"No, I'm telling the truth, give up, I... I'm telling the truth..." Tang Ying
gasped for breath ; the rejection was excruciating.

"You... you want me to give up?" Zhang Ziwen's voice trembled, his eyes filled with pain. Her
words pierced his heart like needles.

"Please... don't say anymore, okay? Don't... say anymore..." Tang Ying heard his trembling voice and
pleaded again. She truly didn't want to see Zhang Ziwen in pain, and she felt the same way;
she was on the verge of collapse.

"I know... I know now... you... you already have a family, a husband."
Zhang Ziwen was broken. He slumped weakly in his chair, utterly dejected. Her repeated, heartless rejections had only one
explanation: she was a married woman, and he had indeed been presumptuous, falling in love with her without even understanding her family background.
This was the thing he had always feared most deep down. Who was to blame? Him. She blamed herself for rushing to become
a mistress .

How could he think that? Tang Ying looked at him with her beautiful eyes and couldn't help but explain, "...I
have a family, but I don't have a husband..." Tang Ying quickly regretted it after saying that. Why did she explain it to him? What made her
regret it even more was that Zhang Ziwen's dejected eyes suddenly lit up.

"You...don't have a husband? You're single?" Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed, as if he had grasped a
lifeline .

"That's my private matter, I don't need to tell you." His joyful tone was too direct, and Tang Ying regretted it immediately.
She had to calm him down, she couldn't let him overthink things.

"If you don't need to tell me, then you don't need to tell me. Anyway, I know you don't have a husband." Zhang Ziwen was excited, his
previous pain vanished in an instant. He was a bit reckless and even audacious.

"Even if I am single, we can't be together." Tang Ying said stubbornly, but she was secretly happy.
She noticed Zhang Ziwen's ecstatic joy, but she shouldn't be happy, right? She really couldn't understand
her own conflicted feelings.

"Don't say it's impossible, okay? You're single, do you want to be single forever? Don't you want someone who loves you
, takes care of you, and cares for you?" The biggest weight in Zhang Ziwen's heart was lifted, and his tone became much lighter. Even if
she rejected him a hundred times, it didn't matter. He decided to persist to the end. He didn't believe that Tang Ying had no feelings for him at all.

"I just want to stay single forever. I'll say it again, give up. I said it's impossible, and it's impossible."
Tang Ying's rejection was smooth, but she seemed to have lost the pain of her previous rejections; she saw through his shamelessness.

"You tell me to give up, but you don't give me any reason. How can I give up?" Zhang Ziwen's eyes held a hint of a
smile. Strangely, his rejection no longer hurt him.

"Reason? It's simple, we're not suitable." Tang Ying finished speaking, a blush involuntarily spreading across her beautiful
face . The words 'we' were too intimate; she was sensitive to them.

"That reason doesn't hold water. 'Not suitable' is too far-fetched." Her blushing and shyness emboldened him.

"Far-fetched? I don't think so." This guy was becoming increasingly audacious, and Tang Ying
felt ; she panicked.

"Alright, then let me ask you, what do you think is the reason we're not suitable?" Zhang Ziwen looked at her; his mind was
now crystal clear. He caught a glimpse of panic in her beautiful eyes.

"Can I not answer?" Tang Ying struggled.

“No, how can I give up if you don’t tell me?” Zhang Ziwen pressed on, he had found his rhythm.

“Fine, you insist on me telling you, right? I’ll make you give up,” Tang Ying said, biting her soft lips
. “We’re not the right age, the age gap is too big.”

“Age isn’t a problem. I know you’re a little older than me, I don’t mind.” Zhang Ziwen couldn’t tell her
age. A woman’s age was a secret, Tang Shu had taught him that, and he didn’t intend to ask further.

"I have no feelings for you."

"Feelings can be cultivated slowly."

"I don't like you at all."

"That's easy, just make yourself like me."

"You already have many women, why add me to the mix?"

"I love you, even if I have many women, I still love you."

"You don't deserve to say such things. Is loving someone so casual?"

"I'm not casual. For you, I'd even give up my life."

"Give up your life? Then you won't care about your women?"

"These are two different things. I won't abandon my women, including you."

"Listen carefully, I'm not your woman yet." "

I will be in the future."

"You're dreaming."

"I'll continue to dream this dream until you agree."

"You're shameless."

"How can I make you like me if I'm not shameless?"

"..."

A barrage of words, a dialogue without any real pain. Good heavens, he really is shameless. Tang Ying couldn't stand this guy anymore.
How come he's talking so smoothly today? He was completely persistent, shameless, and a womanizer, Tang Ying
thought to herself , but she couldn't get angry at all. She was powerless against him. Their previous conversation had been like lovers'
banter; she didn't find it offensive or annoying. No man would dare speak to her like that. She herself seemed
to have never spoken so freely with any man before. Where was her self-respect? Where was her aristocratic
upbringing ? She was utterly speechless, and she couldn't reveal the real reason. Her heart was in turmoil and conflicted. She
loved him, but couldn't say it. This love could only be buried deep in her heart forever. She was terrified, not only of affecting Xiao
Shu's relationship with him, but also of facing an abyss with him. She couldn't let him break through that barrier.
This infuriating guy, why was he so relentlessly pushing her? Silly boy, we can't be together, don't you understand?

Zhang Ziwen didn't understand. He couldn't hear Tang Ying's inner thoughts, but a hint of excitement shone in his eyes.
He was now free of any ties; she was single. He had been searching for the reason for her first rejection, and
the thing that tormented him most was whether Tang Ying was single. Now that it was confirmed, that reason alone was enough to
excite him, enough to make him clear-headed in dealing with this intelligent and beautiful woman. He felt he wasn't without a chance,
in fact, he had quite a few.

Zhang Ziwen sensed that Tang Ying wasn't offended by his shameless words. From their previous conversation, his mind
had remained clear, and he was almost certain she couldn't possibly be completely indifferent to him. He didn't know
why stubbornly rejected him, but now he had found a way. He believed he would one day win her over.
Zhang Ziwen was excited; he had found Tang Ying's weakness. She was afraid of being worn down. Good, from now on, he would wear her down,
pester her. Zhang Ziwen secretly resolved to turn the tables and pursue her, to
win over the beautiful and noble Tang Ying.

"What are you laughing at?" Tang Ying noticed the excitement in his eyes.

"I'm very happy." Zhang Ziwen's eyes were full of laughter.

"You're going to sleep in prison tonight, and you're still happy? I really don't know what you're thinking." Tang Ying couldn't help but tease
him. She vaguely knew why this little guy was happy, but she seemed to have no way to make him unhappy.

Zhang Ziwen clearly saw Tang Ying's helplessness, smiled, and said in a relaxed tone, "Now it seems that the
only thing I can do is shamelessly ask you to help me escape the punishment of prison."

"You're shameless to begin with, so you deserve to be punished." Tang Ying's beautiful eyes smiled. This little guy
was indeed shameless.

"I accept the punishment. I just hope you can take me out soon." Zhang Ziwen's heart fluttered. He liked the smile in Tang Ying's
beautiful eyes . It was very charming...

Chapter 248 Federal Prison

Tang Ying was made uneasy by his audacious gaze. She really couldn't stay in this place any longer. If this continued, she would...
She wondered what other frivolous things he might say. This guy's change was too fast; she couldn't adapt. All she wanted
now was to escape this awful place.

Tang Ying stood up, glanced at him somewhat awkwardly, and said softly, "I...I'm leaving..."

"Goodnight, sweet dreams, and hopefully you'll dream of me." Zhang Ziwen didn't try to stop her, but his explicit words were still
there.

"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Ying's face flushed red. She simply couldn't face him now, and she
fled .

"Tang Ying...remember my words, I...love...you." Zhang Ziwen looked at her slender, perfect back and
whispered her name, his voice filled with deep affection, releasing his emotions without reservation.

Tang Ying's legs went weak from his passionate words, her heart pounded, and her delicate hand on the doorknob was utterly
powerless. He was so audacious, daring to call her by her given name! Yet, his
words, "Eshu Sky," so full of affection, and "Just be happy," resonated deep within her. She longed to hear them, yet wanted to escape. Her beautiful
face flushed crimson, and she felt suffocated, unable to breathe. She was powerless to struggle, and helplessly tolerated his
audacity . She couldn't betray her heart, for it deeply loved this tormenting little fellow…

She left, leaving behind a faint, intoxicating fragrance that added a touch of warmth to the cold interrogation room.
Zhang Ziwen * Sitting in his chair, smoking a cigarette, his deep gaze still tender, a slight smile playing on his lips,
he knew in his heart that Tang Ying's defensive net was not unbreakable. He could feel Tang Ying's true feelings for
him . At this moment, his heart was filled with excitement and tenderness. He believed that as long as he pursued her diligently,
the beautiful and noble Tang Ying would one day open her heart to him. He believed that one day he would hold her perfect
body in his arms, kiss her, cherish her, and love her…

The warm and joyful mood was always fleeting. His romantic reverie was quickly interrupted by several uniformed police officers entering the room.
Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly; he was forced back to reality. He was currently a criminal, possibly facing another
10 years in prison. He didn't understand American law very well, and before speaking his mind, he hadn't really
cared . He firmly believed in his innocence. But now, he had a change of heart. For the first time, his indifferent heart felt
a longing—a longing to leave prison. He needed to save his precious time to pursue his love. "Tang Ying,
wait for me to come out," Zhang Ziwen silently murmured…

Zhang Ziwen's identity was now clear: a well-known figure. His exceptional skills were also world-renowned. The police
no treated him with the same level of vigilance as before. His familiar face was there for all to see; the police weren't
worried about him escaping or resisting. They casually sent a few officers to escort him into New York City's 5th… The New York Police Department's
explanation was clear: they would formally charge Zhang Ziwen with assaulting a police officer and causing injury. During this time, he would be
temporarily detained in Jail No. 5, and his bail had been revoked before the court hearing. He would likely
have to wait until the court declared him innocent and released him.

Zhang Ziwen cooperated fully. With Tang Ying handling things outside, he didn't need to cause any trouble. All he could do
was wait patiently. He even had a bit of self-consolation, thinking he could
use to recuperate. Zhang Ziwen was somewhat frustrated because since his reformation, he seemed to
have had an unusually large number of troubles, one after another, many of them serious and damaging. He felt
like . This trouble seemed the easiest; for the first time
, he didn't have to exert himself. The incredibly capable Tang Ying handled everything. Zhang Ziwen thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "Just consider
this a vacation in prison...

" The treatment of a celebrity with such a positive influence was indeed quite good. There were no handcuffs or shackles;
the police escorting Zhang Ziwen were friendly, chatting all the way. These American police officers had recently learned
a lot and were full of curiosity about Zhang Ziwen, especially admiring his kung fu skills. Zhang Ziwen
, with his easygoing personality, quickly became friends with the police. Having established a good foundation of rapport, Zhang Ziwen
made a small request: he needed cigarettes. Without cigarettes, he would be dying in prison.
His request was quickly granted; several packs of cigarettes were handed to him, the police paying the bill. It seemed these
police officers truly admired him…

Chapter 5 The prison, belonging to the federal prison category, not only
holds many serious offenders. Normally, Zhang Ziwen, as a suspect awaiting trial, should be held in the New York local detention center.
However, as a crime-ridden city, New York's local detention centers are already overcrowded, so he had to be sent to this
federal prison for serious offenders. Even this federal prison, which can hold more than 50,000 people, is unprecedentedly overcrowded. The United States has always
prided itself on being a paradise for free people, so the overcrowding of prisons is nothing short of a wonderful irony.
The frequent exposure of prison violence and abuse incidents has made the free United States, which prides itself on human rights, lose face.

As a suspected serious offender entering prison, no matter how high your status, how famous you were, or how much money you had, you have to
follow all the prison rules. You have to strip naked for a body search, be disinfected, shower, and change into prison clothes. Zhang Ziwen was lucky;
he wasn't subjected to the gloved anal examination. Having connections makes things easier—it's
the same in any country. With the help of the escorting police, Zhang Ziwen avoided the most embarrassing part of the search, and the cigarettes he was carrying
weren't confiscated.

After changing into prison clothes, Zhang Ziwen was assigned to a small solitary confinement cell, instead of the crowded bunk bed. Zhang Ziwen was secretly pleased
. He had heard many scandals
in American prisons. He wasn't too concerned about the bloody violence between prisoners, but he couldn't tolerate a perverted inmate who enjoyed sodomy. Rumor had it that there were many such people in American prisons. A
solitary confinement was better; it would prevent him from retaliating if harassed, potentially injuring a few more prisoners, adding to his already troublesome situation
.

The single cell was on the third basement level. Taking the open elevator down, the underground building was dimly
lit , with steel windows and iron doors, and a musty, unpleasant smell, giving it a gloomy feel. Security
was extremely tight. Led by the prison guards, Zhang Ziwen passed through five heavy doors and several dimly lit underground
corridors before finally reaching his cell. The cell was very simple, with a fixed small iron bed, complete with a pillow,
blanket the corner, and a small washbasin next to it. Zhang Ziwen
put away the towels, toothpaste, toothbrush, and other toiletries provided by the prison, went back to the small iron bed, and lay down. A familiar feeling welled up in his heart.

This was Zhang Ziwen's second time being placed in solitary confinement. He had been put in solitary confinement once by Wu Min at the Zhonghai Detention Center, and this time it was
in the United States. However, solitary confinement in the US is not something ordinary people can enjoy; it is generally reserved for extremely serious offenders.
Once Zhang Ziwen's charges are proven, he will definitely qualify. Giving him solitary confinement is just a way for him to get used to the environment.
Zhang Ziwen entered the solitary confinement cell, he fell into a deep sleep. He slept soundly until
lunchtime the next day...

The lunch was a little more substantial than what he had enjoyed in the detention center in China. Bread and ham, along with a
large bowl potato soup, were the only fare Zhang Ziwen had. He wasn't picky about food; after all, he was in prison, and the grease and grime were
a welcome treat. But prison life was truly unbearable. The cell was small, the lighting dim, and the only thing he could use to tell time—his
watch—had been confiscated because it was metal. Zhang Ziwen could only distinguish day from night by his lunch.
He could perhaps tolerate the foul smells and the cramped space, but the occasional
howls were unbearable.

Fortunately, the guards hadn't forgotten that Zhang Ziwen was just a suspect awaiting trial. Just when Zhang Ziwen was getting bored and restless,
the guards opened his cell, giving him three hours of exercise time. He was overjoyed; he was truly afraid of
being locked up in this dark and dreary place for the rest of his time. Now, the guards told him he had three hours of
exercise time every day. Zhang Ziwen was ecstatic; at least he could endure three fewer hours of screaming and howling.

The sun shone brightly, the air was fresh, and the first thing Zhang Ziwen did upon emerging from the ground was to stretch out
his arms, close his eyes, and habitually sniffle, greedily inhaling the fresh air. His relaxed body basked in
the rare sunshine; freedom was precious, a sentiment Zhang Ziwen deeply understood at that moment…

He wasn't the only one with a cigarette; seeing many prisoners outside on exercise time smoking, he didn't
bother to hide his own. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and
took a satisfying drag. Smoking in the fresh air felt wonderful; back in the underground cell, every cigarette he inhaled was tainted with a musty, musty smell.

This prison had many white and black inmates, but few with Asian features like Zhang Ziwen
. Zhang Ziwen sat quietly, not wanting to mingle with any prisoners. He sat alone on a
mound , enjoying the sun and smoking contentedly.

The cigarette was nice, but Zhang Ziwen didn't know that smoking wasn't a privilege reserved for every prisoner
. Those allowed to
smoke in broad daylight were the prison leaders—not because the guards forbade it, but because it was an unwritten rule set by the prison's top inmates. These leaders were mostly hardened criminals sentenced to long prison terms. Zhang Ziwen enjoyed his cigarette,
unaware that trouble was approaching.

It was difficult for Zhang Ziwen to go unnoticed. He had an Asian face, was quite handsome, and even more striking was the cigarette dangling
from his mouth , his eyes half-closed. Sunbathing gave him a relaxed and contented expression, making him seem
far from being a prisoner. Just as he comforted himself, he was on vacation. A group of inmates approaching, seeing Zhang Ziwen's
demeanor , all felt their hands itch.

"Hey… kid…" one of the inmates at the front shouted menacingly, his voice hoarse and
unpleasant .

Zhang Ziwen heard this and slightly opened his squinted eyes. He glanced at the group of
prisoners standing before him—more than twenty in total—and was slightly startled. He hadn't been unaware of their approach;
he'd assumed they were just prisoners passing through exercise time and hadn't bothered to open his eyes, preferring to keep to himself and avoid trouble. But judging from
their expressions, they seemed to be there to provoke him.

"...Are you calling me?" Zhang Ziwen asked in English. He quickly identified
the prisoner who . He sized him up: bald, with a fleshy face, a beard, small, menacing eyes, a ferocious expression, and a burly
, strong build. Zhang Ziwen could tell at a glance that this bald man had a long list of crimes to his name.

"Damn it, who else would I be calling? Get up!" the bald man's voice was hoarse and loud.

"Get lost, don't fucking mess with me." Zhang Ziwen was furious. He understood the bald man's profanity and
retorted in English. He never knew the meaning of politeness with scum like this.

"Damn it, you deserve a beating!" The bald man was indeed a villain. Verbal attacks didn't seem to be his style. He
swung his thick arm, his large hand reaching for Zhang Ziwen's neck. Once he had the neck, he would smash his huge fist into
Zhang Ziwen's head. He often used this move and had subdued many criminals he didn't like; it always worked.

His hand was about to touch Zhang Ziwen's neck when a smug, ferocious look appeared in the bald man's eyes. He
seemed to already see Zhang Ziwen's face being beaten out of shape. But in that instant, his eyes showed surprise.
Without seeing Zhang Ziwen make any move, Zhang Ziwen had already firmly gripped the bald man's wrist. Zhang Ziwen also
often used . He only needed to twist it to break the bald man's wrist, but he only controlled his wrist; he
didn't want to hurt him yet.

"Get lost. This is your last warning, don't mess with me again." Zhang Ziwen loosened his grip and stood up, preparing to leave.

The pressure on his wrist vanished instantly, and the bald man hesitated. Seeing Zhang Ziwen trying to leave, he wasn't about to let the
seemingly refined Zhang Ziwen go. He didn't believe he couldn't beat him; his vicious nature was on full display. Without another word, he roared
and lunged at Zhang Ziwen. "Ungrateful bastard

," Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly. Just as the bald man was close,
Zhang Ziwen slid sideways, his body brushing past him. With effortless ease, Zhang Ziwen kicked the bald man's large buttocks. The
bald man flew through the air, dust billowing, his bulky body already sprawled several meters away.

The boss was at a disadvantage, and his henchmen weren't about to let the new inmate run rampant. They swarmed forward in a flash. These American
prisoners certainly lacked the virtues of the Chinese underworld. In Chinese prisons, any grudges usually
escalated into a frenzied brawl between bosses, with the underlings at most cheering. These guys, however, disregarded all rules and regulations
, engaging only in gang fights…

Chapter 249 Prison Riot

The scene instantly descended into chaos. Zhang Ziwen's eyes were filled with fierce,
menacing fists. Amidst the shouts, they seemed intent on beating him into a Transformer.

While Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, his movements didn't falter. He didn't want trouble,
but the situation was beyond his control. The scene was out of control, and there was no time to hide. He could only use his
favorite most familiar moves—outnumbered but powerful. His body was incredibly slippery; he was going to make these idiots pay.
Witnessing authentic kung fu, the Eighteen Falling Techniques of Shaolin Kung Fu, a compulsory course for Marines, he elevated this technique
. Once someone was caught by him, it wasn't a fall, but a flight. With his nimble movements, several
prisoners, their fists nowhere to land, were sent flying. Dust billowed several meters away, screams echoed, and the sounds of
bodies hitting the ground were incessant.

His attacks were clean and swift. In front of a professional fighter like Zhang Ziwen, no one could withstand his overwhelming power.
His fluid and skillful techniques sent the prisoners who charged to the front flying. But these prisoners seemed unable to find
a target. They only saw a blur before Zhang Ziwen's figure disappeared. Those he quickly touched were instantly
sent flying . Zhang Ziwen's movements were constantly changing and interweaving, his footwork swift and unstoppable.

At this moment, Zhang Ziwen's quiet spot was no longer quiet. The out-of-control situation quickly attracted
the interest of other prisoners. In the monotonous prison life, it was not in the prisoners' style not to join in the excitement.
Soon, the area of conflict was crowded with people from all directions. Prisoners in advantageous positions stared wide-eyed
, but they couldn't see the attackers, only people flying around. Meanwhile, the prisoners behind them had
their view blocked and couldn't see the lively scene inside. Pushing, shoving, and cursing gradually escalated into a standoff.
The prisoners at the front went from an advantageous position to a dangerous situation in an instant. The crowd behind them gradually pushed those at the front closer to
the conflict zone. A huge hidden danger was exposed at this moment. The flashpoint of the riot had not subsided. Some prisoners had already started fighting from
the standoff . The small disturbance gradually spread, and more and more people were involved. Prison
gangs from various factions joined the battle one after another. It was no longer possible to distinguish friend from foe. The melee escalated, and the situation was seriously out of control.

Chaos reigned, utter chaos. Zhang Ziwen's eyes were bloodshot. More and more people were joining the fray. This was a prison; to protect
himself he had to deal with the closest enemy to him. Now, there was no turning back. His movements grew increasingly violent
and ruthless, his attacks no longer showing the same mercy as before. There were too many people; he had to take them down one by one, breaking bones and wrists.
There was no need for any fancy tricks now; the simplest method would conserve his energy. He was already
feeling his breathing become uneven—a bad sign. Zhang Ziwen's peripheral vision began to search for an exit. There were too many people;
he had to find a way out. He was already having second thoughts. He hadn't expected the people in the prison to be so united, so fierce,
and so fearless. Zhang Ziwen was deeply frustrated.

The fierce attack forced Zhang Ziwen to clear a path. Unable to hold out any longer, Zhang Ziwen barely managed to send three
prisoners flying, then slid behind one prisoner, controlling him. He took a deep
breath, and the controlled prisoner cried out in terror, "No, no!" He saw Zhang Ziwen's swift and decisive movements
. Before the word "no" could even leave his lips, he felt a suffocating pain in his neck and a piercing
pain in his wrist. It was over; he was under Zhang Ziwen's control. The prisoner closed his eyes in despair.

Strangely, there was no movement. The prisoner, awaiting his fate, didn't hear the cracking of his wrist, and the pain
seemed to have vanished. He opened his eyes; his body was still controlled, but he seemed oblivious to the continued attacks from behind
.

"...Don't do it, big brother! I was just watching, it's not my business!" The prisoner reacted quickly, begging
for mercy.

Zhang Ziwen didn't make a move. While catching his breath, he had already assessed the situation. The fighting was still fierce,
a chaotic brawl raging, but it seemed to have nothing to do with him. He
had already secured the position of the prisoner and rushed out of the outer perimeter. No one cared about the two men anymore; everyone was pushing in, and those who squeezed in
were quickly drawn into the fighting. He, the culprit, was now ignored. Zhang Ziwen was bewildered by the spectacular
scene .

"Brother, something's wrong! The riot police have been deployed!" the controlled prisoner exclaimed in surprise.

"Have we found a safe place? Lead the way, hurry!" Zhang Ziwen urged calmly.
He could already see fully armed riot police rapidly approaching the center of the conflict, a dense mass of no less than 300
people.

"Yes, yes, big brother, let go of me quickly and come with me." The prisoner cooperated readily, nodding in agreement
. He was even more panicked than Zhang Ziwen. With the riot police deployed, the commotion was bound to be significant, and in the eyes of the guards,
all prisoners like himself were rioters; if they were accidentally injured, they would only have themselves to blame.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and released him. This guy reacted quickly; he seemed to be a seasoned
veteran who had been in prison for many years…

The prisoner knew how to lead the way. Taking advantage of a gap in the riot police's encirclement, the two of
them slipped out of the encirclement and quickly found themselves behind a concrete platform not far from the cell. It was deserted, and from
behind the platform, they could enjoy the chaotic battle between the guards and prisoners.

"This is a good spot, isn't it? We're absolutely safe here." The prisoner said smugly.

Zhang Ziwen nodded, taking a closer look at the prisoner. He was in his thirties, thin, and wore gold-rimmed
glasses refined, unlike the other criminals who appeared menacing. Zhang Ziwen assessed the situation and realized
that his hiding place was outside the riot zone. The guards were nearby and
had seen Zhang Ziwen and his companion, but none of them came to cause trouble.

"Brother, you're Chinese, right? Your kung fu is amazing," the bespectacled prisoner flattered. Zhang Ziwen's skills were
terrifying ; he was the only prisoner who had clearly witnessed him incapacitate someone.

Zhang Ziwen smiled but didn't reply. He was only there temporarily and didn't need to
get close .

However, the bespectacled prisoner seemed to admire Zhang Ziwen greatly, and regardless of Zhang Ziwen's willingness, enthusiastically
introduced himself.

Bill, that's the prisoner's name, a financial speculator, sentenced
to 12 years in prison for illegally appropriating state assets. He's been there for over eight years, and his parole applications for the past few years have all
failed due to poor interviews. The reason is simple: when the interviewer asks him what he'd do after getting out, he unhesitatingly
chooses financial investment, because that's the only thing he knows how to do. He's honest, but with this
criminal record, it's normal that his parole application is rejected.

"Why didn't you choose another profession?" Zhang Ziwen became interested, because this guy said he
'd applied for five years, asking the same question every year, and failing every time.

"Hey, what's there to choose? This year I changed it. I said I'd just be a dishwasher to make ends meet after I get out. Guess what?"
"What did the interviewer say? Damn it, he said I wasn't honest, that I was giving up my finance major to become a dishwasher, and he directly rejected
my parole application." Bill was indignant, believing the interviewer was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Zhang Ziwen found it somewhat amusing; he didn't know what the interviewer was thinking. Playing games with people like that
was unacceptable. It seemed this guy wouldn't get out until he'd served his full 12 years in prison.

"By the way, how did you get in here, bro? How many years are you sentenced to?" Bill was curious about Zhang Ziwen;
the handsome guy next to him didn't look like a prisoner at all.

"No sentence yet, waiting for trial," Zhang Ziwen replied casually.

"No sentence yet? Then you're lucky. You probably got in here because the prison was full. If there's
a riot here today, you can complain about the prison and find a safe reason to leave this hellhole. With such a big incident in prison, getting
bail will be easier than before." Bill looked excited, as if he could get out on his own.

Was there really such a thing? Zhang Ziwen's heart leaped with excitement. This godforsaken
place was truly uninhabitable. If he could get out, that was good news. Zhang Ziwen's
impression of Bill immediately changed.

"Hey, look, they're fighting! I wonder how many more will die this time." Bill looked ahead excitedly;
the police had already surrounded them.

Zhang Ziwen's gaze fell on the center of the riot. Wow! It was lively. The prisoners were confronting the riot guards.
All the prisoners had temporarily put aside their grudges and were now united against a common enemy. Some prisoners picked up stones and threw them at
the riot guards, but it seemed to have little effect on the heavily armored police. A line
of riot police wearing helmets and holding black shields were deflecting the prisoners' bricks and stones. Behind them, riot guards raised
tear gas canisters. A series of explosions rang out, and dozens of tear gas canisters were fired into the crowd. In an instant, smoke filled the air, and
the stinging of the tear gas... Even Zhang Ziwen could smell the stench. The riot police's attack continued; high-pressure water cannons
were already spraying water at the crowd, the powerful force of which instantly sent several prisoners flying. While the prisoners scrambled to avoid the spray,
hundreds of police officers wearing gas masks, shouting and wielding batons, charged into the throng. A chaotic melee
ensued, the attacks ruthless and brutal. Against these unarmed rabble, it was a one-sided battle, like
wolves among sheep. Cries of anguish filled the air, the resounding crack of batons striking flesh echoing through the air. Some
prisoners hit in the head instantly collapsed, blood streaming down their faces. The attack showed no mercy. Ruthless!

The well-trained riot police quickly separated the chaotic group of prisoners. The most aggressive inmates were
specifically targeted for subjugation; several officers would surround one and brutally beat him. Even the most resilient prisoners couldn't withstand such cruelty, and within
moments they were knocked to the ground, only able to scream in agony. The center of the conflict quickly became a scene of carnage
. Even when subdued prisoners obediently knelt on the ground in surrender, it was useless; riot police rushing in would
kick down anyone they didn't like. This was the consequence of a riot; no prisoner surrounded could escape this physical
torment. Any prisoner who expressed the slightest dissatisfaction or uttered a sound was immediately met with wolf-like attacks. The riot police surrounded and beat the prisoners. Judging by their
brutality, the prisoners would be crippled or killed. Legally enforcing violence, killing people was nothing; these police officers were simply
having a field day.

Watching this bloody and violent scene, Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. Even surrendering wouldn't escape punishment. It seemed these
police officers were just like the prisoners at heart, both driven by lust, only one legal and the other illegal.
If he were a riot police officer suppressing prisoners, would he still attack a surrendered prisoner? No, Zhang Ziwen knew
he couldn't bring himself to do it. Today he had witnessed the iron-fisted methods of prison guards and the
filthy .

"Luckily we escaped quickly, otherwise we would have been in serious trouble too." Bill was still shaken. Although the baton hadn't landed
on him, his face was deathly pale.

Hearing this, Zhang Ziwen secretly felt lucky. If he hadn't escaped so quickly, wouldn't he have suffered the same
beating? He figured he probably wouldn't have been able to endure it and would have fought back against the guards. He wouldn't have held back; if he
'd taken down a few more, his sentence would have been compounded, and he'd likely be in prison for life. Thank goodness!
While secretly relieved, Zhang Ziwen also wondered what Tang Ying would think if he got into serious trouble. Would she be worried? Anxious?
Or furious? Thinking about this, Zhang Ziwen felt a bit obsessed. How could he have such strange
thoughts? He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Tang Ying, the tormentor, the one who wanted him dead...

The prison riot was quickly quelled. The less seriously injured prisoners, heads in their hands, formed long lines and
were dejectedly escorted back to their cells. The seriously wounded lay on the ground, groaning and screaming,
awaiting the prison doctor's treatment. Zhang Ziwen and Bill were separately escorted back by the guards. The two had stayed to the side and hadn't
participated in the riot, so the guards didn't give them any trouble.

What would happen to the instigator after the riot? Zhang Ziwen felt uneasy, knowing
he was the source of the disturbance. He wasn't entirely sure how it escalated into a large-scale riot. He
knew the guard who had escorted him, so he cautiously inquired. The guard's answer sent chills down Zhang Ziwen's spine; the physical pain of interrogation
was unimaginable. It's said that the punishment would be aggravated, and what's even more tragic is being locked in iron cells. These iron cells are small, located on the lowest underground level,
each cell less than 10 square meters. Prisoners can't even imagine sleeping upright inside; they eat, drink, and relieve themselves there.
Not only is it incredibly smelly, but it's also pitch black with no light. Being locked up in an iron cell for a day would probably drive anyone insane
…

Chapter 250: Bail Pending Trial.

For prisoners who have committed serious violations of prison rules, being locked in an iron cell for 10 days to half a month is nothing unusual.
A notorious escapee was once captured and imprisoned for a record-breaking nearly six months. When he was released,
he was unrecognizable, a complete grotesque transformation. The guards even told him that prolonged confinement in an iron cell could cause a mental breakdown
and madness. That's the milder punishment; the more severe ones include blindness or loss of mobility upon exposure to light, rendering them completely useless. Confinement
in the iron cell is arguably the harshest punishment in federal prisons. The mere mention of it terrifies inmates ; most are utterly terrified, preferring the electric chair to the iron cell. Clearly, the iron cell is not a place a normal person could endure. Even so, many prisoners still break prison rules and end up there each year. It seems unrealistic to expect habitually evil prisoners to avoid committing further offenses. Today's inexplicable riot is a prime example. The only question is, who will be next? The aftermath of the riot arrived the very next day: exercise time was temporarily suspended, and some of the accused inmate leaders...

Locked in a dark, dreary iron cell, Zhang Ziwen anxiously awaited his doom. Strangely
, two days passed without any change in his behavior. Unable to contain himself any longer, Zhang Ziwen took advantage of a meal delivery to
eavesdrop. The information he received greatly relieved him. The prison authorities hadn't found the source of the riot;
nobody knew what had happened. The bald man who had initially provoked Zhang Ziwen was lucky; his hand had been accidentally severed, and he was hospitalized in
the prison hospital, escaping unscathed. He probably knew the consequences were serious and insisted he was accidentally
injured during the riot. Zhang Ziwen analyzed the situation. The bald man wouldn't dare tell the truth
. As the culprit who started the riot, even if he didn't intend to riot, in a volatile place like a prison, a
small provocation could easily escalate into a major riot with dire consequences. It would be strange if the bald man dared to speak out.

Convinced his analysis was correct, Zhang Ziwen felt relieved. It was best to avoid the infamous "iron cell"—where he ate, drank
, and relieved himself—just imagining it was disgusting. His current place was far better than that.
But even these past two days without exercise felt unbearable; how much more so that awful place? While relieved, Zhang Ziwen began to consider
leaving . He had to find a way out of this hellhole. He remembered what Bill had said: in case of a prison riot, he
could file a complaint or apply for bail, greatly increasing his chances of leaving. But how could he get the message out? During the trial,
he couldn't see anyone except his lawyer, but his lawyer hadn't made a move. Who knew when he'd come to discuss
the case?

Money talks, and Zhang Ziwen now knew that money was useful in any country. Taking advantage of a familiar
prison guard's inspection of his cell, Zhang Ziwen stopped him, and without further ado, used US dollars to pave
the way: $100,000 to deliver a message, promising another $100,000 if he was successfully bailed. In federal
prison , $200,000 could bribe anyone. The prison guard readily accepted Zhang Ziwen's
offer of money. Zhang Ziwen was a famous and wealthy man, as the guard knew. Zhang Ziwen told him he could
get the money from the person on the other end, and the guard absolutely believed him. This guard was very generous; he not only agreed to help but also offered a discount, eagerly
telling Zhang Ziwen if he needed a woman. If so, he could get one for him. Finally, he solemnly patted his chest
and told Zhang Ziwen that he would pay for the prostitute.

"This guy's interesting," Zhang Ziwen politely declined, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, he's just taking
my money to show off..."

Money is indeed a good thing. Within a few hours, the prison guard quickly relayed the information:
Tang Ying had immediately arranged for Zhang Ziwen's bail procedures. With a pretext for a riot, Zhang Ziwen's bail was practically guaranteed. Upon receiving
the news, Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed; finally, there was hope of leaving this hellhole. That prison guard was indeed quite generous, making a fortune just by delivering
a message . He hadn't forgotten his benefactor's favor, offering roast goose, red wine, caviar, and a box
of fine cigars as a gift. Zhang Ziwen accepted it all without hesitation. However, this meal was truly expensive, costing $200,000.
Zhang Ziwen... He devoured the roast goose, a pang of heartache shooting through him. The goose was delicious, damn it, but that money
could easily buy a goose farm…

Tang Yingdi acted swiftly; the next morning, the prison guard opened Zhang Ziwen's cell. Seeing his
beaming expression, Zhang Ziwen guessed there was good news. Sure enough, the guard cheerfully handed
him a bail form to sign, indicating that he would be temporarily free after signing. The matter settled, Zhang Ziwen kept his promise,
obtaining the guard's account number and promising to transfer another $100,000 to his account after his release.
The guard had no doubt about Zhang Ziwen's reputation and character; he absolutely trusted him. He kept thanking him, his heart pounding with joy. He'd struck it rich…
Before

leaving, Zhang Ziwen didn't forget the person who provided the information about his freedom. He specifically went to see Bill. Without this
guy 's guidance, he would most likely still be foolishly suffering in prison. He had to thank this fellow inmate who had shared his hardships.

Upon learning that Zhang Ziwen had been released on bail, Bill was overjoyed for him. Zhang Ziwen
could see in Zhang's eyes and felt a connection with him. Moved,
Bill acted impulsively. Known for repaying kindness, Zhang promised to help Bill get parole as soon as possible. He even promised that if Bill
couldn't find work after his release, he could come to China and work for his independent company. These words brought tears to Bill's
eyes . Seizing the opportunity, Bill quickly expressed his gratitude, vowing
to dedicate himself to Zhang's patronage...

After nearly three days in solitary confinement following the riots, Zhang Ziwen
felt a sense The initial pleasure of treating prison like a vacation was completely gone. Zhang Ziwen inwardly mocked himself, a ridiculous attempt at self-consolation.

The weather was bad today; the sky was overcast. The ground, battered by a blizzard, was piled high with thick snow
, a pristine white expanse. Rooftops and treetops were all blanketed in white. Zhang Ziwen took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, cold air—
it was invigorating. Temporarily free, he was accompanied by two prison guards as the heavy iron gates of the federal prison
opened one by one. Was this the last gate? Zhang Ziwen's heart began to race.
Would the beautiful Tang Ying be waiting for him outside?

The heavy iron gates slowly opened. Zhang Ziwen was startled as he stepped out of the prison gates. A vast,
dark , armed with rifles and other weapons. The moment he stepped out of the iron gate, the crowd erupted in commotion.
Flashes of and a constant clicking sound filled the air. Zhang Ziwen was blinded by the glare of the cameras. There were too many people, the scene was too
chaotic. Seeing the swarming reporters, Zhang Ziwen inwardly cursed his luck. Things had escalated; he was likely to become
the global focus once again. If it weren't for the New York police officers maintaining order and holding back the reporters, Zhang Ziwen would probably have already
cowered back in jail, too ashamed to face the world. Before

Zhang Ziwen could even move his feet to slip back to jail, a stretched Cadillac
pulled up beside him. Zhang Ziwen recognized it as Tang Ying's car. His steps faltered. Had she come to pick
him ? Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed. He had missed her terribly for days. At that moment, a man in a suit
quickly stepped out of the front seat. Opening the car door for Zhang Ziwen, Zhang Ziwen didn't stand on ceremony. He ducked down and
eagerly climbed into the car. Before he was even properly seated and could clearly see who was inside, a dreamlike
, ethereal fragrance wafted into his nostrils. The Shadow II perfume—who else could it be but Tang Ying's body scent? Zhang Ziwen felt a warmth in his arms;
a soft, delicate body had snuggled into his embrace. He felt a little breathless; she held him so tightly...
With a powerful gait, as if afraid he might fly away, Zhang Ziwen's eyes softened, for he had clearly seen
who his arms was—An Yun. He also noticed that besides An Yun in his arms, there was no one else in the back seat of the car.
Tang Ying hadn't come…

The noble and reserved Tang Ying hadn't come to pick him up from prison herself. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, feeling a slight sense of loss,
but soon, he was drawn to the fragrant An Yun in his arms. The perfume she wore was probably a gift from Tang Ying; the Shadow
II perfume on her body had another alluring scent, youthful and seductive, still captivating. Lovely
An Yun, Zhang Ziwen greedily inhaled deeply, gently kissing her rounded earlobe.

"…It tickles…don't kiss me there…" An Yun shrank her neck, her eyes showing a charming naiveté, her face flushed in
protest. Her earlobe was a sensitive spot; the tingling sensation made her heart flutter.

"Tickled? Where should I kiss you then? My sweet Xiaoyun, I've missed you so much, let me kiss you a lot." Zhang Ziwen's eyes showed affection
. He wasn't lying; in prison, besides Tang Ying, he missed An Yun the most

. The little girl was someone he cared about deeply. "...Xiaoyun missed you too. You must have suffered a lot in there, right? It's all Xiaoyun's fault." An Yun's beautiful, expressive
eyes were full of guilt and heartache, and a hint of moisture clung to them; her tears were about to spill.

"Don't...don't cry...I'm afraid of this." Zhang Ziwen gently comforted her, quickly tightening his embrace around An Yun
. A woman's tears could break his heart.

"...Don't cry...I'll be happy when you're out...If you want to kiss me...kiss me here..." An Yun
blushed , unusually obedient. Her eyes showed shyness, and her beautiful face rubbed against Zhang Ziwen. She hadn't forgotten that
her kind older brother wanted to kiss her, and her face now belonged entirely to him.

This was a tear-stained face. Zhang Ziwen didn't hold back, gently pressing his lips to her smooth, delicate
cheek, leaving no part of her delicate eyebrows, beautiful eyes, or arched nose untouched. His
deliberate captivated the not-so-innocent An Yun. His lips were so warm and moist; she loved this intimate feeling. Her
heart pounded. She lightly brushed her cheek against his, her soft lips brushing against his…

Zhang Ziwen felt that warm, sweet scent. Oh no! Zhang Ziwen quickly pulled away. That fleeting,
intoxicating feeling almost made him gasp for breath. Oh no, he'd gone too far with his tenderness and touched her lips. How
could he be so careless? He glanced at An Yun somewhat embarrassedly, his eyes filled with apology, looking as if he'd made a grave mistake
.

An Yun, however, was flushed, her rosy cheeks accentuated by the blush, making her appear even more delicate and alluring.
Her expressive eyes darted nervously away from Zhang Ziwen's apologetic gaze, afraid her gaze would betray her feelings—because she
was doing it on purpose. She seemed shyly turning her blushing face away, but a hint of
mischief Even more irresistible was the lingering mist in her eyes;
the cunning little woman, the playful An Yun…

The back seat of the car was quiet, filled with an ambiguous and unspoken atmosphere. Zhang Ziwen… Zhang Ziwen glanced out the car
window. Outside, the scene was still bustling with activity. Reporters from all over the world seemed determined not to miss this big story:
a superhero imprisoned awaiting trial—the news was certainly sensational. Countless cars followed Zhang Ziwen's vehicle.
Several cars were already closing in on either side of the Cadillac. Reporters snapped photos through the windows, but the Cadillac's tinted windows rendered their
film useless; they couldn't see anything inside. Zhang Ziwen found it somewhat amusing.
Of course, he hadn't expected the reporters to be unable to capture anything. Wasn't he afraid of the danger of a high-speed chase? Seeing the incredibly dangerous
car chases outside, he couldn't help but worry about these highly dedicated reporters…

Tang Ying seemed to have made arrangements in advance: expose what needed to be exposed, and then clean up the mess. After a few intersections,
Zhang Ziwen's Cadillac turned onto the highway, while the reporters' vehicles closely following were stopped
by several black Mercedes-Benzes pre-arranged at the highway exit. Soon, without any disturbance, the Cadillac
exited the highway at the next exit, where a waiting Mercedes-Benz was already waiting. Escorted by several Mercedes-Benzes, the convoy headed
south full speed towards the outskirts of New York. Zhang Ziwen recognized the direction and his heart skipped a beat, because he knew that
the convoy was heading to Tang Ying's luxurious villa…

The security around the villa had been raised to the highest level, A. Local police had set up checkpoints at intersections several kilometers away,
and the area within a 1-kilometer radius was almost entirely under the control of Tang Ying's men. Outsiders, unless they had a
freakishly , wouldn't be able to get past. Approaching the villa, it seemed Tang Ying had made meticulous preparations. During Zhang Ziwen's
stay , she wouldn't allow any reporters to harass him. The more unattainable the news, the more explosive it would be.
Tang Ying was a master of hype. Zhang Ziwen's appearance outside prison was already enough for reporters worldwide to savor. These
reporters, however, were unaware that it was all Tang Ying's doing, having secretly arranged for her subordinates to leak the information. Now was
the time to block the information…

Chapter 251 Spiritual Reward: Unhappy and Speechless.

In this so-called country with a sound legal system, some methods were necessary to achieve a fair justice. Tang Ying
was aware of Zhang Ziwen's disadvantageous situation, and the past cases of Chinese people suffering in the US forced her to be cautious. The Li
Wenhe spy case, the Zhao Yan assault case, and so on, were all victims of the American judicial system. The premise is that she
will not allow Zhang Ziwen to make the slightest mistake. She will challenge the so-called fair laws of the free United States with her own strength. She
absolutely has the ability to do so...

The day Zhang Ziwen appears in court will be the day the explosive news breaks, and
the day international public opinion is at its most intense. Zhang Ziwen is unaware of all this. From the moment he entered prison, the clever Tang Ying
had been secretly spreading the information about his imprisonment. At the same time, efforts to maintain his positive image were also
underway. Public opinion had inadvertently entered the right track according to Tang Ying's wishes. The gang of
thugs had also made progress through Tang Ying's undercover visits. With Tang Ying's secret connections,
the rescue process of the Chinese Consulate in the United States had been initiated, and international pressure led by China had quietly formed. All of this
would happen simultaneously on the day Zhang Ziwen appeared in court…

The Cadillac RV drove directly to the villa’s entrance, where several security guards in suits wearing headsets stood. Once
the car to a stop, one of the guards opened the back door, and Zhang Ziwen and An Yun got out. Seeing An Yun
greeting the familiar security guard in a suit, Zhang Ziwen knew without guessing that
An Yun must have stayed at Tang Ying’s villa during the days he was in federal prison.

Zhang Ziwen entered the living room and looked around. The living room was exactly the same as before. Nothing had changed; after all, this
was where he had recuperated, with familiar furnishings. The familiar fragrance brought a touch of warmth to his heart.
Zhang Ziwen didn't see Tang Ying, nor did he know where she was, but he could sense that Tang Ying was
somewhere within the villa. She must know he had arrived. Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of bitterness. It was one thing for Tang Ying not to come to pick him up, but
now that he was at her villa, she, as the hostess, still hadn't shown herself. Why wouldn't she see him? Was she avoiding
him? The villa wasn't that big. Where could she hide? Zhang Ziwen was puzzled…

An Yun seemed to have become quite familiar with the villa; with Tang Ying absent, she seemed to have become half-owner. She
wasn't awkward, leading Zhang Ziwen directly to the room Tang Ying had prepared for him. Tang Ying had been kind to him, arranging
the same room Zhang Ziwen had previously stayed in. Moreover, this luxurious bedroom was Tang Ying's usual
residence . Giving Zhang Ziwen her large, soft, fragrant bed spoke volumes about her thoughtfulness and affection.

Zhang Ziwen didn't hesitate. He comfortably lay down on the large, fragrant bed that he was so enamored with, the unique
scent lingering in his nostrils. He felt very comfortable and relaxed. Lying on the bed, Zhang Ziwen's eyes were fixed on the ceiling.
The bed was very comfortable, but his mind was no longer on it. He hadn't felt anything special when he slept on this bed before, but
now he felt something different.

Zhang Ziwen recalled the past. He thought of that tender night before leaving America. He remembered
tossing and turning , and Tang Ying quietly entered his room late at night. While he pretended to be asleep, Tang Ying sat on
the edge of the bed and tenderly poured out her heart. It was as if it were yesterday. He heard her heartfelt words. He remembered that she had
kissed his forehead with her warm, soft lips. When he couldn't help but hold her soft waist, her
shy expression when she was caught red-handed was so beautiful and charming. At that moment, she was so flustered, like a frightened little rabbit. She wanted to escape,
but her struggling body was so powerless.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's lips. He recalled how he had seized the opportunity to embrace
her as she panicked. Her soft body, her firm breasts, the truly intoxicating feeling—
the sensation —and her soft, fragrant lips, her sweet saliva. He had shamelessly kissed her, shamelessly trying to pry open
her lips to capture the smoothness of her mouth. Although he hadn't succeeded, that breathtaking tenderness remained unforgettable, a
lingering, unforgettable feeling…

In the end, she rejected him, rationally and ruthlessly. That night was worth remembering. The night
was filled with too many emotions, a romantic and tender night, yet also a night of heartbreaking farewell. Zhang Ziwen sighed softly. He remembered
telling himself he would never see her again, that he would forget her. But making a decision was easy; doing it was so hard. How could he
let go of her, so noble and beautiful? He couldn't forget her; instead, the pain of unrequited love only intensified. He thought of her, missed her,
yet dared not face her. The tormenting Tang Ying was still tormenting him. He couldn't go on like this. No, he couldn't.
Zhang Ziwen silently made a resolution. He couldn't suffer like this any longer.

"...What are you thinking about? Why are you so expressive?" A pleasant, clear voice suddenly rang in his ears,
interrupting Zhang Ziwen's thoughts.

Oh no, how could he have forgotten about this little girl? An Yun's voice was right beside him. Zhang Ziwen turned his head and
saw An Yun lying on the bed, her small hand supporting her head. How long had those expressive, bright eyes been observing him?

An Yun's beautiful eyes still held a hint of dissatisfaction. This kind-hearted older brother had come into the room and immediately lay down on the bed, leaving such
a standing there unattended. His expression shifted between light and dark, and he sighed occasionally
, seemingly lost in thought. He didn't even notice her getting into bed. She couldn't stand it anymore. She couldn't tolerate this kind-hearted older brother
ignoring her. She was a stunning beauty, loved by everyone, and flowers would bloom for her! Why was he ignoring her?
An Yun couldn't bear it any longer. Making him pay attention to her was simple. She interrupted his thoughts,
and she got the desired effect. The kind-hearted older brother's apologetic eyes filled her with immense satisfaction.

"...Bad brother, you must be thinking about some beautiful woman, like Sister Lin, right?" An Yun's delicate,
fragrant face approached Zhang Ziwen.

An Yun's fragrant breath made Zhang Ziwen's heart skip a beat. He mumbled, "No... I wasn't thinking about
anyone."

"...I don't believe you. Look at your silly, clueless face, all I know is you're thinking about women." An Yun wrinkled her pretty
little nose and pressed her soft body against his. She liked his broad chest.

"Don't think so badly of me, okay? I'm just lying here for a bit. It has nothing to do with women."
Zhang Ziwen denied it, but he didn't dare move an inch, because he could already feel those two full mounds.

"Hehe... thinking about women isn't so bad. Don't be so nervous, I won't tell on you." An Yun
's beautiful eyes showed a mischievous glint. She wanted to tease her kind older brother when he was nervous.

"Little girl, you still have the nerve to tell on me? I'm so good to you, don't use that to threaten me later."
Zhang Ziwen was indeed nervous, because he simply couldn't stand the pressure of her breasts. With such a beautiful woman in his arms, he couldn't resist.

"Okay, okay. I know you're good to Xiaoyun, so Xiaoyun will be good to you too..." An Yun said sweetly,
a mischievous glint in her beautiful, expressive eyes. "Bad brother... hee...
how about ?"

"Reward... reward what?" Zhang Ziwen was a little breathless. First, the look in her eyes was a bit
strange , and second, her long, beautiful legs had somehow crossed over his, almost touching his private
parts. It seemed a bit inappropriate; heavens, her posture was very suggestive, and he was about to be exposed.

"You... close your eyes, and I'll tell you." An Yun breathed out a fragrant breath, her beautiful face slightly flushed
, but the playful, teasing look in her eyes remained.

"Wh... why close your eyes? Can't Brother Wen not have a reward?" Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard; her
gaze made him feel uneasy, a sense of unease creeping over him.

"No, you have to reward me." An Yun said sweetly, her face flushed. "Hurry up...be good...
close your eyes ...be a good boy."

Zhang Ziwen felt a little embarrassed and guilty. Why did her tone sound like a big bad wolf coaxing a little lamb? He hesitated
for a moment , then closed his eyes. Oh well, he was going to take the plunge. He knew An Yun wanted to tease him,
but he didn't know what she would do. Let the little girl do whatever she wanted; wasn't it right to spoil her?

"Are you sure you're closed?" An Yun carefully checked his closed eyes, afraid he would peek.

"Hmm...okay." Zhang Ziwen felt even stronger with his eyes closed; he could feel
An Yun moving against him.

"But...don't open your eyes."

"Hmm..."

A sweet scent wafted onto his cheek. She was so close; Zhang Ziwen felt her face was
no more than two inches from his own.

"The reward is coming...oh..."

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were shy. The sweet scent was now less than an inch away. What was she going to do?
Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat for no reason. In that instant, he suddenly felt a warm sensation on his lips
, an electric shock. Could it be? Zhang Ziwen's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. With his rich experience, he
realized what it was. An Yun's soft lips. She was rewarding him with her sweet lips. Her movements were gentle, yet awkward. She was also a little shy, and that shyness made her breathing a little rapid, and she made a cloying murmur
in her throat . Oh no, things had gotten out of hand. With his eyes closed, Zhang Ziwen's body stiffened slightly. He dared not move, his heart pounding with panic. He desperately wanted to pry her open, but her soft lips explored him with such shyness and caution. He was afraid that his actions would frighten her, or even more afraid of hurting her. He could only accept this incredibly sensual reward, this life-threatening reward, with a heavy heart. Zhang Ziwen was passive and conflicted. Her lips were so soft and sweet, an irresistible temptation. He struggled internally. But struggling was useless. An Yun, completely absorbed, had already extended her smooth, delicate tongue, the tip of which teased his lips. Her bold move gradually ignited his passion. Tasting the sensation, he was somewhat bewildered. No one wants to escape that sweet, smooth touch. Zhang Ziwen was conflicted; he couldn't control his impulses and desires . He instinctively reached out and captured her. Two smooth, soft tongues instantly intertwined, and a fiery passion erupted at that moment. The gentle, wet kiss turned into a passionate entanglement… A sweet moan escaped An Yun's throat. Her voice was muffled because her mouth was completely sealed with Zhang Ziwen's . Her tongue was immobilized by his warm, throbbing tongue. Her moans continued as the fervent kiss caused his hands to involuntarily caress her waist. The moans became more alluring because she could feel the heat between his legs—a strong, stimulating sensation that she couldn't help herself to. She was already aroused, her body pressed tightly against his… a desperate caress, An Yun's bold waist movements fueled Zhang Ziwen's lust. He couldn't take it , he needed it so badly, his desire needed release, and this fragrant bed was the perfect place for that release. The beautiful woman, the intimate physical contact, the passionate wet kisses—this was enough for Zhang Ziwen to take the next step. The couple's bodies rolled over on the bed, their positions changed, but their lips remained intertwined… their hands explored each other, their lips locked in a suffocating kiss, their breaths rapid, their slightly open eyes glazed over. An Yun's murmured moans were captivating, and her soft body twisted and turned, stimulating Zhang Ziwen's desire. His hand had already slipped inside her sweater, warm, full, and satisfying … "No… don't touch there…" An Yun murmured shyly, pulling away from his burning lips, but her slightly raised chest suggested he could do as he pleased. Zhang Ziwen stopped. He was obedient; her shy voice hinted at him to continue, but also reminded him not to Damn it, how did things turn out like this? Zhang Ziwen suppressed his desire; continuing would be a huge mistake. He was thankful for his timely awakening. He stopped moving? His hand quietly withdrew. What happened? This big fool wouldn't actually listen to me, would he? An Yun blushed, her hazy eyes stealing a glance at him. What was wrong? Why was his gaze so clear? And why was there an apologetic look? An Yun didn't understand. His clarity forced her to withdraw questioned. She was shy, but she had to find out. Was she not attractive enough? He was clearly very aroused! An Yun's heart pounded with joy. She remembered his embarrassing excitement, the symbol of a man who could give her an electric feeling. Did he like my reward? An Yun's face flushed, and her beautiful, expressive eyes revealed a questioning look. She changed her approach; communicating with her eyes seemed easier than speaking—less awkward, less direct, and without the shyness of words… Chapter 252 Eye Contact, Unhappy and Speechless. An Yun's eyes were easy to understand. Eye contact could avoid unnecessary awkwardness; some things could only be understood implicitly. Zhang Ziwen answered An Yun's question with his eyes: "I like you, but we can't do this anymore…" Zhang Ziwen knew An Yun understood the meaning in his eyes. Strangely, he could only express himself with his eyes when he was with An Yun; it didn't work with anyone else. "Why? Why can't we do this anymore?" The meaning in her beautiful eyes was rich, with a layer of grievance added to her gaze… "Don't ask why. Don't you… know we're not suitable?" Zhang Ziwen's eyes weren't fancy; he could only answer directly. "No, give me a reason. I want to know why we're not suitable for each other?" An Yun's beautiful eyes welled up with tears, and a hint of stubbornness lingered. Sigh... Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, looking at her glasses. "I... I only see you as a younger sister, a real younger sister." "That doesn't count. I also see you as a older brother, a real older brother. Why can I open my heart, but you can't?" An Yun's eyes held a complex mix of stubbornness and emotion; her expressive eyes conveyed a multitude of complex feelings , all of which Zhang Ziwen understood. "I... I already have a lover. I... can only see you as a younger sister. I'm sorry ." Apologetic glint appeared in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. The beautiful An Yun wasn't unmoving; judging from his physical reactions, Zhang Ziwen knew he had strong feelings for her, and he really didn't want to complicate things further. "I know you love other women, more than one. You're a womanizer, but I don't care. I... like you..." An Yun's beautiful eyes welled up with a seductive glint, and her charming face flushed with this bold confession. "...Like me? No, you're just dependent on me. Isn't it better to be your brother? Just treat me like..."

"Be my brother..." Zhang Ziwen looked at her captivating face, his heart trembling slightly. He was somewhat
unable to resist An Yun's affection.

"No... I don't want you to be my brother. I just like you. It's so unfair of you to me.
You're bad." An Yun's beautiful eyes were stubborn and aggrieved, the moisture already glistening.

"Unfair? I... have always loved you very much." Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened.
He understood An Yun's stubbornness; persuading her was really difficult, because he couldn't even persuade himself.

"Fair? You stole my first kiss, and I haven't settled that score with you yet." An Yun held back her tears. She
remembered the scene when he touched the wrong bed. It was at that moment that her first kiss was easily stolen by this foolish guy.

"This..." Zhang Ziwen looked embarrassed. What she said was true, and he couldn't deny it.

"Speechless now? Also, that night in bed, you saw my body. You also
took advantage of me on the plane. You took advantage of me twice. What are you going to do about it?" An Yun's beautiful eyes flashed with a threat.
She decided to blackmail him. To get this bad older brother, she was willing to abandon her self-respect.

"...I'm sorry." Zhang Ziwen felt ashamed. It was intentional on the plane,
unintentional in bed. He hated himself then. He never expected An Yun to bring this up. Now that she
had abandoned her pride, the problem was serious.

"All you know is to say sorry. I don't want to hear it. Don't ever say sorry to me again. I...
I want you to take responsibility for me." An Yun gritted her teeth. She was desperate. At the same time, her beautiful eyes flickered.
She felt a pang of guilt for blackmailing him like this.

"Take responsibility? You want me to take responsibility?" "Zhang Ziwen cried out inwardly, 'She says she'll take responsibility? Can I still escape? She holds
the bag over me. I feel powerless. I can't shirk responsibility. What will Xiao Shu and Mu Qing
think?' Chaos, chaos. Zhang Ziwen felt a headache coming on; his mind was a complete mess.

'That's right, I want you to take responsibility. You take responsibility for Xiao Shu, for Sister Qing, and Sister Lin is also
going to take responsibility. What about me? One word: will you take responsibility or not?' An Yun's eyes were fixed on Zhang Ziwen, stubborn, but
she felt she couldn't hold on any longer. How would he see her if she pressured him like this? An Yun suddenly felt
terrible.

'I...can I think about it?' Zhang Ziwen knew that if he agreed, the consequences
would be severe, but if he didn't, judging from An Yun's stance, he was determined to drag it out. His head ached; he could only
stall.

'Think about it? You...still think about it? You... '" "...He never cared about me at all..."
An Yun couldn't hold back her tears; she was on the verge of collapse. She had abandoned her pride to blackmail him, and she already felt
terrible . She desperately wanted to hear Zhang Ziwen's promise, but she was disappointed. She felt utterly humiliated. Her heart
was broken. Who was responsible for all of this? Was she wrong? No, she wasn't wrong. He was the one at fault. Who told you to deliberately
belittle me? Who told you to save me? Who told you to hold me so tightly even when you were on the verge of death? An Yun stubbornly
thought to herself, "You're not that outstanding; would I have fallen for you?"

"I...I have feelings for you, but it's just brotherly love. Why are you doing this..." Zhang
Ziwen's heart ached. An Yun's tears pierced his soul. He dared not admit how much he cared for her.
His mind was in turmoil. The situation at home was already complicated enough. Couldn't he wait? He needed time. Accepting her would require
a long-term plan, but in his current state of turmoil, he couldn't think of a perfect solution. What troubled him even more was that
he dared not show these thoughts in his eyes.

"No, I don't want sibling affection." An Yun rejected him with her eyes, her
beautiful eyes filled with a sad question: "You...do you hate me?"

"No, I don't hate you at all." Zhang Ziwen gently shook his head. He had never
hated An Yun.

"Am I not pretty?" An Yun was always confident in her appearance; her beauty was enough to make any normal man's
heart flutter .

"Then...why won't you accept me?" An Yun's beautiful eyes were filled with confusion and despair.
She truly couldn't understand his thinking. She perfectly met all the requirements, yet he simply wouldn't accept her. He was so heartless.

"This... I can't answer that. Can you give me some time?" Zhang Ziwen's eyes pleaded.
He really needed time.

"You're stalling. Don't think I don't know. I... I was wrong, I misjudged you. Let's end it here..." An
Yun closed her beautiful eyes in despair. She had always been proud, but her act of blackmail had overwhelmed her with guilt, and she
could no longer bear it. On the verge of collapse, she received no promises from Zhang Ziwen; eye contact was meaningless.
Her heart was broken; her fragile heart couldn't bear this cruel blow.

Eye contact was impossible. He wanted to tell her he hadn't been dragging his feet, but she didn't give him that chance. She
closed her expressive eyes, and he was speechless. He understood her final look; she had misjudged
him . Was it really over? Perhaps she had given up? Zhang Ziwen swallowed the words he wanted to say. Perhaps this
was the best outcome.

"Xiao Yun, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Seeing the glistening tears streaming down her face, Zhang Ziwen
gently apologized. He felt a pang of heartache, but he didn't realize how deeply he had hurt An Yun. He had been too
naive.

"I... hate you!" An Yun opened her tear-filled eyes. She responded to his apology with words;
she didn't need his apology. Hatred welled up in her heart; unable to love him, she hated him. Stubborn An Yun had become trapped in
an emotional dead end.

Zhang Ziwen's heart tightened. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, her words with cruelty. He sensed her hatred
and realized the seriousness of the situation. This young woman was one of strong likes and dislikes; stubborn An Yun
would surely retaliate. But now it was too late. He sighed inwardly, feeling that fate was playing tricks on him, and that heaven was punishing him
. Was he fickle? Why did he have to shoulder this heavy emotional debt? An Yun hated herself, and Zhang Ziwen hated
himself at this moment as well. He felt frustrated and resentful that he had indeed been a mess in handling his feelings. ...

Zhang Ziwen ate dinner alone. An Yun didn't come downstairs; she was probably plotting some
revenge plan in her room. Zhang Ziwen felt helpless. He was determined to bear this emotional debt, and he accepted it. No matter how An Yun retaliated against him, it
wouldn't be too much, as long as she could overcome her hatred for him. He decided to unconditionally accept any punishment she might give him.

Tang Ying, the tormenting Tang Ying, didn't appear at the dinner table either. She was in a
room in the villa, but she still refused to see him. Looking at the empty seats at the table, Zhang Ziwen felt a mix of
emotions . This world was full of strange emotional entanglements. Wasn't he just like An Yun, loving
someone but unable to be accepted? Only, their approaches seemed different. Zhang Ziwen had considered
giving up , had considered distancing himself from Tang Ying, but the longing and pain in his heart drew him back to her. He had found
a way to enter her inner world. His goal was clear: no matter what difficulties stood in his way, he
would win the love in his heart. An Yun, on the other hand, used the most extreme method: loving but not being able to be loved, she hated. What was the point?
Zhang Ziwen was frustrated. He couldn't enter An Yun's inner world, and he didn't know how to explain it. But one thing he
believed: if Tang Ying continued to refuse him, he was certain he would never hate her. Perhaps he
would be tormented by unrequited love for the rest of his life, but his love for her would never change...

An after-dinner stroll wasn't Zhang Ziwen's habit, yet he wandered the villa's lawn, troubled
and lost. Life is full of worries, and he needed to leave the warm villa to feel the cool
night air; his heart was in turmoil. Zhang Ziwen considered himself a broad-minded person, seemingly
able to let go , but matters of the heart were causing him immense distress. He had previously known nothing about women,
and he never imagined he would encounter so many—all different, with diverse personalities, and all so beautiful and
outstanding. And as these remarkable women entered his life one after another, so many
stories unfolded. These women all seemed eager to live with him, but what about him? He only had
one ; to whom could he give it? He couldn't divide his heart into many parts, and this troubled Zhang Ziwen greatly.

Surrounded by beautiful women is a kind of luck for others, but he feels exhausted by this kind of luck, emotionally drained. He doesn't want
to be unfaithful, but in reality, he can't help but be. He can't let go of any woman connected to him; he
loves them and is willing to protect them with his life. Is it universal love? Perhaps. Zhang Ziwen helplessly
admits that he is indeed like this. Does he have to abandon his women? Zhang Ziwen knows he can't do it; deep down, he
doesn't want to hurt any of the women around him. He can only pretend to be oblivious, passively accepting things. He wants to resolve any problems in his relationships
naturally ; perhaps time can mend his love, and perhaps time can allow him
to live happily with the women around him.

But now there's a problem: Tang Ying, An Yun, and Song Lin—can he really give up these three beautiful women?
The answer was no. He couldn't let go. He loved them. He was conflicted. Zhang Ziwen couldn't understand why he was
so sentimental. He blamed himself for being sentimental and useless. Being sentimental wasn't a terrible crime, but the trouble it caused was his
fault. How could he resolve this tangled mess of sentimentality? He didn't know. He couldn't find any solution. ...

Zhang Ziwen sighed deeply. The current troubles were still unresolved, while another beautiful face
forcefully surfaced in his mind: Wu Min, the aloof and beautiful Wu Min, his mortal enemy, his bitter foe. He
had even had physical intimacy with this cold-hearted Wu Min. Zhang Ziwen felt a bitter pang in his heart. This impossible thing
had actually happened to him. Was fate being too absurd? He had a vague feeling that his
physical relationship with Wu Min was probably not over yet. What would he do if he saw her again? Still, there was nothing he could do. Zhang Ziwen felt like
crying . It was so frustrating. Love was so troublesome...

Would the sky clear up tomorrow? Zhang Ziwen looked up at the night sky. There were no stars, no moon; the heavens
seemed to be shrouded in boundless darkness. He slowly looked away, feeling his heart mirroring the deep night
, unsure of what tomorrow would bring, whether it would be sunny or cloudy. He couldn't sense his future; his emotional turmoil
had plunged him into extreme confusion and bewilderment.

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