The Hunter of the Flower City (Complete) - 20

Chapter 130 If you love him, accept him.

Clinging to him, Zhang Ziwen's breathing became heavy, as if he were touching the clouds. His heart pounded in his throat.

His hand moved, sliding down He Li's fragrant back, past her soft waist, and towards her full, rounded

buttocks . His large hand covered her buttocks, pressing her lower body even closer to him, so tightly that

there wasn't a single gap…

“Mmm…don't move…” He Li uttered a muffled, cloying sound. She tightened her grip on his hand,

rubbing her face against his cheek. Perhaps feeling a little uncomfortable in her lower body, she shifted, seemingly wanting to adjust her position and get away from

what was disturbing her sweet dreams.

She didn't succeed; his large hands held her ample buttocks firmly, allowing her to move but not shift. Her

movements only increased the pleasure of friction. Zhang Ziwen's body trembled, a jolt of pleasure, a strange sensation. Her

movements reminded him that friction was what made him enjoy it more. He began to exert force with his waist, caressing her through her narrow

lace ...

"...Ugh, I told you not to move." He Li breathed softly, her voice a sweet, dreamy nasal tone. Her slender

hand slid down, trying to stop or remove the thing that was disturbing her sleep.

Her hand couldn't slip inside; there was no space for her. Their abdomens were pressed tightly together, leaving

no gap. She was awakened, her beautiful eyes still blurry with sleep.

A wave of heat washed over her, and she felt his unusual, rapid breathing. She began to wake up, the strange sensation below bringing her to her senses. She felt

the heat of his body and the hardness that was bothering her. At the same time, she realized her position was wrong;

most of her body was pressed against him, an intimate, ambiguous embrace…

A little panicked she felt. Her beautiful eyes secretly glanced at him. His eyes were closed, his expression one of enjoyment,

his lower body moving rhythmically. This rascal wasn't asleep! She saw his eyelashes fluttering. How could he do this? He Li's

face flushed, her heart pounding. The rubbing of his lower body gave her a strange, indescribable feeling. It was pleasure, a pleasure that

intensified as she fully woke up. She wanted to capture an even stronger sensation; she felt she was missing just a little something.

Her full buttocks moved slightly with the pressure of his hand.

"Mmm..." He Li let out a captivating moan, as if struck by an electric current in her lower abdomen. The adjusted

position had touched her most sensitive spot, and with each touch, she couldn't help

but groan. Her body went limp; she seemed to have no strength left. Her heart was pounding, her breathing was erratic, and she

could only gasp for air...

The bed was moving; the increasingly intense friction below caused it to vibrate slightly. He Li's entire body was now

pressed against Zhang Ziwen's. She didn't know when they had gotten into this position, but it was more

comfortable and ...

His hands were around her waist, holding her tightly and forcefully. Her legs were already spread apart. She was

driven to the forefront by this indescribable stimulation and pleasure. She became proactive, cooperating with him, her lower body rotating and grinding lightly. She

wanted to create even more intense pleasure for herself in this way; she became frenzied. Years of suppressed desire

were ignited by the man beneath her, burning her to the core. At this moment, her mind was blank; her

intense physical response demanded release.

Her lips searched his face, her delicate hands sliding down. She wanted to take the initiative; her fingers

hooked onto his briefs. He cooperated perfectly, lifting slightly, releasing her. His briefs

slid to his knees…

Her sensations intensified, burning hot. She breathed heavily, her movements becoming more pronounced.

Her knees brushed against his thighs, sliding down further. The movements continued, her beautiful feet finally

pushing against the briefs that had reached his calves. With a final push, his lower body was completely exposed beneath her. They were

now separated only by the thin, gossamer-like lace…

He Li was overwhelmed by the burning desire within her. The lace, though thin, had already blocked the intense stimulation.

She needed further fulfillment; she wanted to push it aside… Below, on that tiny, almost invisible silk fabric, she

reached down again with her delicate hand, wanting to liberate herself, wanting to accommodate him…

The bed made a loud noise; someone was turning over, accompanied by a faint murmur. There was someone else on the bed.

Although their passion was burning, both of them stopped moving at the same time, turning to the side where the noise was coming from.

It was Tang Shu, her body turned to face the couple. The little cutie was sleeping so sweetly, her beautiful face flushed,

the corners of her lips slightly upturned. She must be having a sweet dream. Her innocent sleeping face made He Li's desire begin to subside, and

a sense of guilt arose. What was she doing? She remembered her original plan. Wasn't she supposed to be creating

conditions for them? How did it turn into creating conditions for herself? He Li cursed inwardly.

"You little rascal, let me go." He Li's pretty face was turned towards him, her breath sweet and fragrant, as she whispered her command.

“…I want to.” At this moment, he was somewhat unwilling, his lower body burning with desire, and he could feel

her wetness through the lace.

“…Don’t do anything bad to your sister, you should be with her…” He Li suppressed her lust, she was panting, this

bad guy was still harassing her.

“But…I want to…” Zhang Ziwen held onto a sliver of hope, he couldn’t bear to part with

the hot .

“If you want to, that’s fine, hee…there’s one right here.” He Li breathed softly, saying sweetly, “…

You’d better be a good girl, don’t make things difficult for your sister, I know you want to, but right now you should be with Xiao Shu.”

“She…she’s sleeping soundly, I…” Zhang Ziwen’s resolve began to waver, he sensed that He Li wouldn’t

let him touch her again.

“Hee…perfect, just like you did to your sister, while she’s asleep, hee…” He Li

hesitated to say it.

“You were the one who lay on top of me first…” Zhang Ziwen muttered softly, feeling wronged by the accusation of stealing her,

unwilling to admit he had attacked her.

"You naughty thing, trying to find something to hurt, huh? You dare say that..." He Li's face flushed red. This was an accident; how could she

know she'd fallen asleep on top of him?

"Okay, let go of me, it's so uncomfortable." He Li was indeed uncomfortable, hurt by his thrusting, her lower body burning hot

and sticky.

Zhang Ziwen sighed helplessly and released her. He had no choice but to obey her; could he dare force himself on her?

He Li struggled to roll off him. She felt weak and powerless, and she was extremely reluctant

to leave the male body that had given her so much pleasure, but for his future, this was all she could do. She couldn't...

She didn't want to ruin his happiness.

The moment her body left, his lower body was completely exposed to the air. At the same time, He Li's sexy body was

fully displayed before his eyes. The woman's secrets revealed through her transparent lace made his fire burn even more fiercely. Oh my god,

what should he do? He didn't try to hide his indecent state; he angrily declared his discomfort to He Li. He silently

displayed his power to her, firm and erect, quite dazzling.

"...Ugh, aren't you ashamed?" He Li saw his indecent state clearly, very openly. Multiple intimate

physical contacts had made her not particularly shy.

"It's all your fault, making me uncomfortable and then not giving in." Zhang Ziwen's skin had become a bit thick now; he was very

satisfied with his endowment. Quite impressive.

"Hehe...I want it, huh? If you want it, then be with Xiao Shu..." He Li smiled seductively, leaning against him, her breath sweet and fragrant: "...

I'll add some more fuel to the fire, hehe...let's see if you can still hold back..." He Li panted, her breathing a little erratic,

her hand slipping down, making a bold move.

Zhang Ziwen groaned, feeling the warmth of her small palm, his lower body

completely , her hand sliding. Good heavens, this was stimulating, incredibly stimulating! His muscles tensed, desperately

resisting the overwhelming wave of pleasure, he almost lost control. Her bold move prevented him from collapsing on the spot

...

"Alright, go ahead... her body is even more alluring than yours..." He Li's hand left his burning heat.

Reluctantly letting go, she sensed his fire was already intense, swelling uncontrollably.

The thin blanket had already been pulled back by He Li, revealing Tang Shu's exquisite body to Zhang Ziwen. White, transparent

lingerie covered her vital parts, a hazy, alluring, seductive, and stimulating sight. Zhang Ziwen

sniffed; the bedroom was filled with the scent of a woman, her natural fragrance acting as an aphrodisiac. At this moment,

Zhang Ziwen no longer needed any further aphrodisiac; his eyes were already glued to Tang Shu's delicate body.

"Hehe... this little beauty is yours now. I'm going out, so be good." He Li smiled and kissed him,

her delicate hand playfully pinching the spot where he had been groping before her full, mature, and alluring body left him and

the bed…

The bedroom door was gently closed by He Li, leaving the two of them in quiet space. At this moment, she

selflessly created happiness for her silly little brother. To love him meant temporarily leaving him, while she could only go to

the small bed in the living room to relive the passionate stimulation of the moment…

The light was soft and hazy, leaving only the young couple on the bed, one naked, the other half-covered.

The sensual scene tempted him, who was already clean and refreshed. He reached out and caressed her slightly heaving breasts.

Tang Shu, still half-asleep, was incredibly alluring. Zhang Ziwen had no reservations; he believed he could have her now, he

was capable of giving her happiness, and no one could stop his hands from caressing her. The firm, full

breasts in his hands fueled his actions. He kneaded her breasts with both hands, squeezing and

teasing them…

"Mmm..." Tang Shu let out a soft moan, her delicate body shifting slightly; she seemed to be aroused.

Zhang Ziwen didn't stop because of her slight movement; on the contrary, her sweet voice fueled his

desire. He was now at the point of no return, nothing in the world could stop him from committing his crime. He was

a man, and at this moment, he had a strong need; he needed a woman's touch. He leaned down, half-embracing her, his

lips pressing against hers, capturing her soft lips in a sweet, intoxicating kiss. His hands caressed

her rosy breasts, gently teasing and playing with them, feeling the hardness of her nipples...

Tang Shu's breathing quickened; she felt a tingling sensation on her breasts. She opened her hazy eyes, and then she

felt the smoothness in her mouth—his tongue. He was touching her breasts; it was her beloved Wen-ge. She

smelled his familiar scent. She was awake, fully awake...

"Wen... Brother..." Tang Shu's mumbled words were cut off as his tongue slipped in as her teeth parted slightly,

teasing her little tongue. She didn't resist; her little tongue responded to him, accepting him. The two wet, hot

tongues instantly intertwined and swirled.

Their breaths were soft and rapid. When Zhang Ziwen's lips left hers, Tang Shu looked at him with her beautiful eyes, her face flushed.

She was a little shy. She could read the desire in his eyes. Her full breasts were being explored by nimble fingers without

stopping. Waves of unbearable pleasure washed over her. She couldn't resist this alluring stimulation, and her delicate body writhed.

"...Brother Wen...Sister Li is here..." Tang Shu remembered that this was He Li's bed. She turned her head with difficulty, but

He Li was nowhere to be seen. Only the two of them were on the bed. She instantly understood what was going on, and her face turned bright red.

Zhang Ziwen slightly raised his body. He didn't answer her. His gaze swept over her flawless body,

his expression focused, as if admiring a great work of art. The transparent silk bra had already been lifted by him. His hand

slid down to her flat stomach. Her skin was smooth, and his hand moved smoothly. He knew his purpose. His large hand

unhesitatingly invaded the small silk slit below...

Tang Shu couldn't bear his caresses. Her body trembled. She knew what he was going to do. She had a faint expectation in her heart.

She felt a little joy and a little fear. She was about to become his woman. Her body was about to accept him...

The silk slit slipped down, and her alabaster-like body was completely exposed to Zhang Ziwen's eyes. God's masterpiece,

her flawless body shocked him. Now, he truly saw a woman's perfect body. A hint of

secrecy , a complete revelation and exposure, he was lost, his lower body was about to explode, too swollen, desire

burning...

He parted her legs, her most intimate place unreservedly tempting him, the fragrance intoxicating, she was already aroused

, he saw the glistening dewdrops, so clear, so alluring, he knelt between her legs, he wanted to worship, his

body slowly pressed down on her, he gazed at her tenderly, his eyes told her, he wanted to go to a warm

place.

Tang Shu did not shyly close her beautiful eyes, her beautiful eyes met his, her eyes filled with affection, she could already feel

the contact between her lower body, she looked at the man she loved, she wanted to remember this moment, remember the moment she became his woman,

she was willing, she loved him, she was willing to accept him, she was ready, she wanted to give her body to him without

reservation , her affectionate eyes clearly told him...

Chapter 131 Passion Without Limits

The soft light was warm, so alluring, and wouldn't let him make a mistake, Zhang Ziwen's movements were clumsy, so light

He felt himself push open that tight, warm embrace. He almost collapsed, the sensation intense, stimulating, and

soul-stirring warmth. It was his sacred place. He didn't stop; he continued forward, wanting to reach the

deepest warmth, wanting her to completely embrace him. He was careful, his movements slow. He felt the warm embrace,

a tingling pleasure washing over him…

"...Mmm." Tang Shu's delicate brows furrowed slightly, letting out a trembling moan. Her face was burning hot; she felt

the heat below gradually invading her sacred territory. The moment the door opened brought her a tidal wave of pleasure.

Her body trembled; she felt her last line of defense, that of a young girl, holding back the heat. Once that line was crossed, it would be impossible to stop it

any longer . Her breathing quickened; she was tense, and she felt a slight pain. That shameful

thing was already exerting its force...

Zhang Ziwen forcefully suppressed the lust that was threatening to overwhelm him, holding his breath as he thrust forward. The thin barrier was breached

, and with a gentle slide, a muffled groan of pleasure and a suppressed moan rang out simultaneously. When Zhang Ziwen felt

completely enveloped in warmth, he saw Tang Shu's furrowed brows. He had heard that a woman's first time was painful.

He suppressed the surge of pleasure coursing through him and tenderly kissed her. He dared not move, not wanting

the woman beneath him to suffer too much. His body pressed against hers, his arms supporting him, trying to lighten his weight on her

, afraid of hurting her. His lips gently touched her cheek, tenderly caressing her. He wanted to

ease her pain with this gentle touch. The wet kiss dispelled Tang Shu's tension; the pain seemed to have vanished. She

now felt a fiery fullness, a tingling, swelling sensation, like raindrops nourishing him and herself.

That slight pleasure made her crave more intensity. The man on top of her didn't dare move, but she shyly shifted

her lower body. The intense pleasure made her moan softly, a tentative sound, a

gentle stimulation, not painful, but a shy hint...

The woman beneath him had relaxed her brows, her face flushed, her eyes shimmering, her alluring beauty stirring

Zhang Ziwen's heart. He felt her subtle movements; she seemed to have adapted. The

soft moan from her throat was captivating, igniting his burning passion. He moved, a little awkwardly, a little clumsily,

but from the moment he entered her warm depths, he had lost his virginity. At the same time, he transformed the girl beneath him into

a real woman, his woman...

Breaths and moans mingled in the room filled with the woman's fragrance. Zhang Ziwen's movements grew more vigorous,

Tang Shu's moans grew louder. She had adapted to the initial discomfort of his entry; her nectar

testified to her physical pleasure. She cooperated with him, welcomed him, seemingly wanting to embrace

him with her entire body. Passion burned fiercely as the strong man on top of her moved tirelessly, the

violent waves of stimulation, each wave of tingling pleasure stronger than the last. She was on the verge of collapse. Her arms

clung tightly to him, her long, beautiful legs wrapped around him. Her face was flushed crimson, her body

trembling. The fire deep within her ignited her peak passion. A long, seductive moan escaped her lips, her

breathing suddenly quickened, her body tensed abruptly, her movements in response to his abrupt halting, trembling. The intense

, surging pleasure caused her body to spasm, the ecstatic trembling, the mesmerizingly alluring expression driving

Zhang Ziwen, who was on the verge of collapse, to move rapidly, thrusting. Suddenly, a beastly

groan , a powerful electric current striking him, instantly coursing through his limbs. The climax arrived; his muscles were

taut, hard as iron, his long-suppressed desire released to its fullest extent. A volcanic eruption, a powerful surge erupting

deep within the woman beneath him, a raging torrent. His fiery outpouring triggered a second wave of spasms in her, a sticky, alluring mixture

of nectar and sweat, their pleasurable breaths and moans mingling together…

The passion in the room tonight knew no bounds. After a long while, it gradually, gradually subsided, and the room fell

into silence…

Dawn broke, sunlight streaming through the curtains, gently caressing Tang Shu's exposed shoulders and back. She

had been awake for some time, her naked body nestled against his beneath the sheets. Her arm framed her beautiful face,

her tender eyes gazing at the soundly sleeping Zhang Ziwen, who was fast asleep like a log

.

She gazed at his sharply defined face, her eyes filled with tenderness. She felt a weakness in her lower body; her beloved had been like a greedy wolf

last night , relentlessly demanding, as if trying to release years of pent-up desire.

He was so unrestrained, as if his body held a wealth of passion. He brought her pleasure while also inflicting pain—a

sweet pain. Her beloved Wen-ge had pressed himself against her three times, bringing her to more than three ecstatic peaks. She felt so

satisfied; she loved him so much. Tang Shu's love surged like a tide. She lowered her head and

pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, a deep kiss. She belonged to him; from the moment he entered her, she had become

his woman completely. She could never leave him in this life. She expressed her love with a passionate kiss,

kissing him intently, wanting to merge with his body and soul. She didn't notice that the person she was kissing had

opened his eyes…

A strong arm encircled Tang Shu's soft waist. He was awake? The young girl's heart skipped a beat, her face flushed crimson.

Having never experienced love before, she was incredibly shy. She dared not face him, much less look at him.

She stopped her passionate kiss, closing her beautiful eyes tightly like a child who had done something wrong, burying her face in

his neck. Her shy, almost coy, appearance stirred Zhang Ziwen's heart. He gently

lifted her pretty face with his hand; her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes trembled. Zhang Ziwen smiled; he loved seeing

her shy, timid expression—it was utterly captivating.

"…Sweetie, stop pretending, open your eyes and look at Brother Wen." Zhang Ziwen breathed warm air into her ear,

the ticklish sensation making Tang Shu shrink back slightly. At the same time, she opened her beautiful eyes, only to find them captured by him.

Two blushes rose on her delicate face, her eyes filled with shyness.

"Brother Wen…" Tang Shu whispered softly, her voice barely a whisper. "

Heavens, people are already dying so early in the morning!" Zhang Ziwen's appetite surged. The series of battles hadn't affected his physique;

his youthful body was aroused again, and he pressed himself against Tang Shu's thigh, his breathing slightly uneven.

"...No...Brother Wen," Tang Shu whimpered. She felt his burning change, and

fear flickered in her beautiful eyes.

"Hehe, you dared to ambush me earlier, and now you're saying no? Hehe, my little darling seems a bit unsatisfied...

" Zhang Ziwen teased her. Her fearful eyes greatly satisfied his vanity.

He felt a manly sense of having conquered her; conquering the woman he loved was a man's greatest pleasure. He was no exception.

"...Little Shu is so sore, can...can we...can we...can we..." Tang Shu pleaded pitifully.

She was truly afraid. Although he could bring her continuous pleasure, she felt

exhausted Her lower body was weak, and she had no strength left. She could no longer withstand his storm-like thrusts.

Zhang Ziwen's lust was still burning. But seeing Tang Shu's soft pleading and pitiful expression, he really could

n't bring himself to be ruthless. Even with his lust, he knew a woman's first time couldn't withstand too much hardship. He

smiled lovingly at her and gently kissed her cheek…

When the two came out, He Li had already prepared breakfast. It was a lavish meal: milk, eggs, sausage,

and various exquisite pastries, the aroma filling the air. Zhang Ziwen, severely exhausted, felt ravenously hungry.

Without a word he grabbed a sausage and stuffed it into his mouth, devouring most of it in one bite.

"You brat, go wash your hands! You look like a starving ghost!" He Li glared at him.

He should wash his hands; they still had Tang Shu's perfume on them. Forgetting that, Zhang Ziwen chuckled sheepishly and

went into the bathroom.

No matter how hard Tang Shu tried to hide it, her gait remained slightly distorted. Having been violated three times by Zhang Ziwen, her lower

body was sore and weak, making it impossible for her to walk normally. But her attempts to conceal it were futile;

the moans. He Li, already having trouble sleeping due to Zhang Ziwen's passion, naturally

heard the sounds, causing her body to feel hot all night as well. "That little rascal

is quite skilled with women," He Li thought at the time, "he can actually last that long."

The independent company's office was located in the Galaxy Building, not far from the business center, occupying two entire floors. This

company was Zhang Ziwen's bridgehead for his next business plan. The successful acquisition of advertising space had brought the company

substantial profits. Within days, many well-known companies had booked advertising slots, and the prepayments

were increasing exponentially every day. Within two years at most, all investment costs would be successfully recovered, and it was projected that within five years, the profits

from these advertising spaces would increase significantly. "This is truly a gold mine," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself.

The enormous, luxurious office was specially prepared for Zhang Ziwen. He rarely came here unless it was for

something important. He wouldn't easily show his face here because his plans needed to be carried out in secret; he needed to

patiently lie in wait like a hunter.

The office's luxury had become meaningless to him, just like money. When he was poor, a

few thousand yuan could make him happy for days. Now, hundreds of millions of yuan flowed through his hands without him feeling

anything . He finally understood the attitude of the super-rich towards money.

To them, money was just numbers. No matter how they spent it, it was just a numbers game. Outsiders watched with bated breath, but

the rich wouldn't even blink. Zhang Ziwen had now entered that realm.

Yang Zhen and He Jin were Zhang Ziwen's investment advisors. He came today to hear their

work reports. He had been concerned about something for the past two days and wondered if there had been any developments. It was about time to make a move

.

"What's the situation with Xin'ao Group now? Still no movement?" Zhang Ziwen looked at He Jin. He had been closely monitoring Xin'ao

Group 's stock performance.

“There’s been a slight change. The stock market is trending downwards, and some retail investors have started selling their shares,

but the movement isn’t significant yet, and there’s no sign of a large-scale sell-off. The market manipulators are probably testing the waters by

releasing unfavorable news. The real volatility is expected to occur next month. I’ve already

started secretly accumulating shares as you instructed.” He Jin has a keen eye for stock market trends.

“Understood.” Zhang Ziwen nodded and said, “Continue to follow up on Xin’ao and try to catch

up with as many shares as possible that retail investors are currently selling. It will be very difficult for us to buy back in when the other side starts to act and causes a sharp drop in Xin’ao’s stock price.

This time, the other side has used about 1.5 billion yuan, so we need to prepare in advance.

Also , try not to let the other side realize that it’s an independent company making these moves.” Zhang Ziwen was worried that if he held

too few shares, they wouldn’t be of much help to Mu Qing.

He Jin nodded and said, "Please rest assured, Mr. Zhang. I have opened multiple accounts, and everything is being done in

secret . Even if the other party notices, they will at most think it's retail investors buying on dips, and they won't guess that an independent company is behind

it."

Zhang Ziwen was very satisfied with his method of operating covertly. He smiled and nodded, then asked Yang Zhen,

"Has the plan against the Liu Group begun?"

Yang Zhen smiled and replied, "It has begun. I have organized a group of people, and

we will act when things are at their most chaotic in New Zealand and Australia. At that time, we can make a fortune from both sides. Please rest assured, Mr. Zhang." This was one of

the plans to disrupt the enemy's conspiracy while also making some profit. For a speculative expert like Yang Zhen,

this was a perfect fit, and it was exactly his forte.

"Hehe, not bad. Making money should be in the nature of us businessmen. These two companies are very lucrative; it's a waste not to

take advantage of them, hehe." Zhang Ziwen seemed to already see colorful banknotes reaching out to him. This was his

recent insight from studying securities trading. There were quite a few wealthy people who made their fortunes through stocks, and now that he had overheard this

inside information, it would be foolish not to take advantage.

The conversation ended in pleasant laughter. His approachable manner and the allocation of shares in the independent companies greatly impressed the two

speculators . This battle

was definitely their chance to prove themselves. The enemy was in the open while they were in the dark; if they couldn't win this sure-fire battle, what would be the point of calling themselves elites?

Zhang Ziwen drove his BMW towards the Adiya Club. After securing all the advertising space in Jiangbei District,

the company was incredibly busy, and he hadn't had time to see Tang Ying. Taking advantage of today's free time, he could finally go to her to

report their achievements. Thinking about seeing the elegant and beautiful woman, a smile involuntarily appeared on Zhang Ziwen's face. He felt

a faint anticipation for their meeting…

Chapter 132 Life and Death

This time, they achieved a resounding victory, and Zhang Ziwen most wanted to share the fruits of their triumph with the beautiful and elegant

Tang Ying. He had already decided to allocate 30% of the independent company's shares to her; this was what she deserved.

With her substantial financial backing, all his own efforts would be in vain. Since she had invested her money in him,

Zhang Ziwen didn't consider it a mere loan to be repaid; it couldn't be a free loan. He believed her money should yield the greatest

possible return on her investment, which was what she deserved.

Zhang Ziwen was deeply grateful for Tang Ying's selfless help and her boundless trust.

Now that he had succeeded, he longed to see her, to share his joy, and even to receive her praise and approval

in person . Zhang Ziwen didn't call Tang Ying beforehand; he wanted to appear before her suddenly.

At that moment, he felt like a top student announcing their good news to their parents—excited and thrilled…

A few pedestrians stood around Adiya, seemingly watching something. Zhang Ziwen slowed down. He

spotted Tang Ying's black-clad bodyguards. A cordon had been set up within 300 meters, and

her luxury convoy was quietly parked at the club entrance. The black-clad bodyguards on the inner ring stood guard beside the cars, vigilantly watching their surroundings.

Zhang Ziwen ; Tang Ying always followed this procedure when she went out. Was she going out? What bad timing!

Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of regret, a slight disappointment at not having made an appointment beforehand. He parked his car outside the security cordon.

Since Tang Ying had something to do today, he didn't intend to disturb her; he planned to just catch a glimpse of her from afar and leave.

The music in the car remained constant. Listening to Song Lin's beautiful, ethereal voice had become a small habit

for He took out a soft Zhonghua cigarette, lit it, and took a satisfying drag. He had upgraded his cigarettes recently

; after all, doing business meant he no longer had to smoke cheap cigarettes costing only a few yuan a pack. A smoker always prioritizes the quality of their cigarettes

. For this one advantage alone, Zhang Ziwen was very satisfied with his current lifestyle.

He opened the sunroof of the BMW, and wisps of smoke rose from inside, quickly dissipating outside. Tang Ying hadn't come out yet.

Zhang Ziwen habitually glanced around the car, and suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He had a

bad locked his gaze, his sharp eyes fixing on a black Accord parked at the street corner.

The car was parked there quietly, perfectly normal, seemingly nothing amiss. But Zhang Ziwen keenly sensed

something was wrong. The Accord's engine wasn't off, it wasn't a designated parking space, and there weren't any shops nearby.

The car's location seemed somewhat out of place, but it was only from Zhang Ziwen's position that he could observe it. He calculated the angle:

the front of the car was angled towards Adiya's entrance, about 500 meters away. Compared to the cordon, that was a safe position,

a blind .

Zhang Ziwen could only see half of the car. Despite frequently carrying out dangerous missions, he could sense a

strong sense of danger. The windows were tinted, obscuring the interior. He couldn't discern any

signs of a sniper attack; the car was in an attack posture, its angled entry capable of breaching the weakest point of the cordon. From this observation,

the person who orchestrated the ambush was an expert. What was this car planning? Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Extreme danger.

From suspicion to locking onto the target to observation, he reached the conclusion of extreme danger. If this car was targeting Tang Ying,

it would be a devastating attack. The sense of danger grew stronger, and a cold sweat broke out on Zhang Ziwen's back. He quickly

pulled out his phone. There was no time to lose; he had to immediately tell Tang Ying not to come out.

The call connected, but it was too late. There was already commotion at the club entrance. Tang Ying appeared,

answering her phone; a beautiful smile seemed to linger on her face. At the same time,

the Accord was already hurtling towards the club. From start to speed, the car, with a sharp

whistling was less than 300 meters from its target.

"Back up!" Zhang Ziwen's urgent voice rang out, and the BMW sped off simultaneously.

The two cars, one black and one white, shot towards their locked targets like arrows. 200 meters, 100 meters... Zhang Ziwen's

car had reached its limit. He had to keep the attack within 50 meters. His goal was to ram the black

Accord. He knew the consequences; the situation was critical, and there was no time to think. He just wanted to crash into it.

Two black and white cars approached at an astonishing speed, 50 meters... 30 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters... In a matter of seconds,

the two high-speed vehicles collided. A deafening roar erupted at the moment of impact—an explosion,

a massive blast, flames, thick smoke. The severely deformed BMW was lifted high into the air by the blast

wave, tumbling twice before crashing to the ground. The ear-piercing metallic thud echoed again as the twisted and mangled BMW slammed heavily to the ground,

shattered into pieces. Two loose tires bounced and rolled forward in the distance, slowing down until

finally wobbling and collapsing to the ground. It bounced slightly, then remained motionless…

The crash site was a scene of utter devastation, flames soaring into the sky, thick smoke billowing, and the acrid smell of gunpowder everywhere.

The force of the explosion shattered windows in the surrounding buildings, and shards of glass were constantly falling, the sound of them hitting the ground echoing incessantly.

Tang Ying, amidst the bodyguards, was stunned by the horrific scene before her. Her face was deathly pale. The mangled BMW

lay silently on the ground, its black license plate conspicuous. "No," Tang Ying murmured to herself. There was no

sound she held the phone to her ear, desperately trying to hear something, but all she heard

was a dial tone.

Tang Ying rushed frantically towards the wrecked BMW, but was quickly tackled by the bodyguards, who surrounded her in

a protective circle.

"Let me go!" Tang Ying cried out in anger, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

"Madam, it's very dangerous," the head bodyguard said expressionlessly.

"Let me through if anyone dares to stop me!" Tang Ying roared furiously, pushing her way through the crowd.

"Protect Madam!" the head bodyguard ordered urgently, unable to stop the enraged and grief-stricken Tang Ying.

Soon, the BMW was surrounded. Bodyguards, their submachine guns already at their ready, patrolled the area. The outer

intersections were blocked by Hummers, and the main thoroughfares of Adiya were under lockdown. Black-clad bodyguards strictly prohibited anyone from passing.

Sirens wailed as police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks arrived in quick succession. The scene was on high alert, with

police and black-clad bodyguards everywhere. More and more police cars and officers arrived; soon, the area within a 3-kilometer radius

was under police control. A major incident: the first car bomb case in the country had occurred in Zhonghai. Bulletproof experts had

determined the cause: a C4 bomb, the same type used in the shocking Bali terrorist attacks, with

immense destructive power.

Firefighters cut open the BMW's door, and paramedics carefully pulled Zhang Ziwen, covered in blood, from

the car. His condition was critical; it was unclear whether he was alive or dead. Medical personnel detected a faint heartbeat and immediately began emergency procedures.

Emergency measures were taken. Zhang Ziwen, wearing an oxygen mask, was quickly lifted onto a stretcher and sent to an ambulance. Tang Ying, ignoring

the attempts of the black-clad bodyguards to stop her, followed her into the ambulance. Soon, an emergency lane was cleared, with several police cars

leading the way , and Tang Ying's convoy of bodyguards flanking the ambulance on both sides. The convoy sped towards

the Central Hospital...

Night had fallen, and a thin fog was rising. At Nanqiao Airport, a Boeing 747 was quietly parked on the runway

. Guards were stationed every few steps around the plane, leading directly to the entrance of the special passage. This setup suggested that some important

person was about to arrive. This Boeing 747 was likely a special plane waiting to take off. The answer was soon revealed as the convoy quickly and

smoothly appeared at the entrance of the special passage. Quickly, the ambulance sandwiched between them came to a smooth stop under the special plane.

Two beautiful women, He Li and Tang Shu, stepped out of the ambulance, and Zhang Ziwen, lying on the stretcher, was carried

off and placed on the lift platform. The lift slowly rose, and medical personnel carried a stretcher into the cabin.

The doors of the black Phantom were opened by bodyguards in black. Tang Ying stepped out of the car and went directly

to , gently embracing the two beauties.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him. He'll be alright." Tang Ying looked at the two women

, her beautiful eyes filled with guilt.

"Sister Ying… I… I still want to see him." He Li couldn't hold back her tears; she was reluctant to let him go.

"Go ahead… there's still some time." Tang Ying nodded gently.

He Li's graceful figure quickly disappeared down the gangway.

"The company is in your hands now. It's Ziwen's life's work. You won't blame me if I don't let you go, will you?" Tang Ying

reached out and wiped away the tears on Tang Shu's face, a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

"…I don't blame you. I'll manage the company at home. When Brother Wen wakes up, tell him to take

good . I… I'll wait for him at home…" Tang Shu's crystal tears

slid down her beautiful face like broken pearls.

"Silly child, he'll be alright... Don't cry..." Tang Ying gently embraced her delicate body, comforting her tenderly,

while her own tears flowed uncontrollably.

"...Promise me... You must bring Wen Ge back... Promise me... Xiao Shu... Can't live without

him..." Tang Shu choked back tears, murmuring as she nestled in Tang Ying's arms.

"...Don't worry, Xiao Shu... He'll live a good life... He hasn't married you yet... I won't allow him to die...

I'll return him to you intact... Don't be sad... Ah... Listen to me..." Tang Ying gently stroked her back,

her heart aching. Zhang Ziwen's life hung by a thread, and this time she wasn't confident; she was terrified, but all she

could do comfort the girl in her arms.

Tang Ying waved goodbye to the two beautiful women with tears streaming down their faces below the gangway. The cabin door closed, the engines

roared, and the Boeing 747 slowly taxied to the runway, accelerated, and soon disappeared into the vast

night sky…

“Miss, go back.” The middle-aged man who spoke was Uncle Xiong. He looked at Tang Shu’s sorrowful appearance,

a hint of pity flashing in his cold eyes.

Tang Shu nodded, took He Li's hand, and got directly into the black Phantom. The convoy slowly drove out through

the dedicated . Moments later, the sentries dispersed, and the helipad returned to silence, plunging into boundless darkness...

At the Mount Sinai Rehabilitation Center on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, New York City, located near Central Garden, the center is

recognized nationwide as one of the best spinal rehabilitation hospitals. In a clean and spacious VIP ward, Zhang Ziwen lay quietly

on the bed . It was the 20th day after his surgery. The BMW's fall from a great height had severely damaged his spine. Without

timely treatment, even if he recovered, he would be permanently disabled. His internal and external injuries had been treated by American specialists, who had developed

the best treatment plan. These past 20 days had been incredibly difficult for him; he had undergone no fewer than 10 surgeries, major and minor, with the spinal

surgery being the most crucial and dangerous. Thankfully, his constitution allowed the surgery to proceed without serious complications.

His vital functions recovered well after the operation, but he remained unconscious, sustained by expensive intravenous nutrition

. If he didn't wake up soon, he would become a vegetable forever.

Tang Ying sat on the soft chair by the bedside, looking somewhat haggard. She had been personally caring for him

for over 20 days, and he still kept his eyes closed, his heart beating rhythmically. He had survived, but it was highly

likely he would never wake up. Tang Ying was filled with worry. If he became a vegetable, she would feel utterly guilty; how could

she face her beloved

? Tang Ying was terrified. She had worried about him for so many days, and she was on the verge of collapse. She was suffering

mental torment, a piercing pain. "How foolish you were! How could you be so foolish? What would I say if something happened to you?

What would happen to your loved one? Why did you risk your life to save me? Was it worth it?" Tang Ying felt a surge of hatred,

hatred for herself for dragging him down, hatred for his reckless actions. Why? Why? Tang Ying felt a deep sense of self-reproach.

Her delicate hands gently caressed his face. Such a young face, so many beautiful years ahead of you.

You must wake up, you must wake up, she murmured to herself, hoping for a miracle…

Three more days passed. Zhang Ziwen lay quietly. What was he dreaming about? His expression was peaceful, a faint

smile seemingly lingering on his lips. For the past three days, he seemed to have maintained this expression. If it was a dream, it

was far too long. Tang Ying gazed at his sharply defined face, her beautiful eyes filled with pity and love, and a touch of

sadness. He had been unconscious for over a month. Could he possibly wake up?

"Wake up, stop torturing me, Ziwen, please wake up quickly. I

'll give you anything you want if you wake up. Wake up, please. Think of the people who love you, think of your sister, think of your beloved Xiaoshu.

For them, for me, please wake up, Ziwen..." Tang Ying whispered gently in his ear.

This was what she did every day—talk to him. She wanted to wake him. She tried every day, holding onto

a sliver of hope. As long as he didn't wake up, she would continue to gently call his name in his ear until... Until he wakes

up , she believes a miracle will happen…

Chapter 133 A Narrow Escape

Today marks 50 days since Zhang Ziwen fell into a coma. Tang Ying is exhausted, both physically and mentally. She is on the verge of collapse.
The worry of the past few days has taken a heavy toll on her spirit. She is so tired and exhausted. In the quiet of the night, she refuses the bodyguard
's offer of help. She doesn't want to go back to her luxurious villa. She wants to stay with him. This is how she has endured these 50 days
. As long as he remains unconscious, she will stay in the VIP nursing room. Next to Zhang Ziwen's bed is a…
Zhang Xiaoxiao's simple bed—for 50 days and nights, she had tirelessly cared for the unconscious Zhang Ziwen. Now,
utterly exhausted, she lay quietly on the small bed, fast asleep. Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, as if even in
her dreams was worried about Zhang Ziwen, who lay unconscious in the hospital bed…

The steady, regular electrocardiogram suddenly skipped two beats, a slight anomaly. Zhang Ziwen seemed
motionless , but his exposed fingers twitched slightly. The electrocardiogram was a bit irregular; his
heartbeat was slow, below 60 beats per minute, but the frequency display seemed to be accelerating. Zhang Ziwen's fingers moved again
, once, twice, pressing and moving about ten times. The electrocardiogram now showed… The reading was 75 beats per minute, his heartbeat
had returned to normal, and his heart rate had stabilized—a sign that he was about to wake up…

Lying on the hospital bed, Zhang Ziwen's eyelids twitched, as if he were trying very hard to open them. His eyelids twitched again and again,
and finally , his eyes opened. Everything was white; the light seemed a little too bright. He closed his eyes again.
He felt so weak, so utterly exhausted, with no strength left in his body. He caught a whiff of
the distinctive formaldehyde smell of a hospital. This was a hospital. With his eyes closed, he figured out where he was. His mind began to work. The first thing that came to mind was his passionate night with Tang Shu—truly sensual . A smile appeared on
his lips. Beautiful memories. But soon, he was reminded of what was about to happen at the club: a black Accord rushing towards Tang Ying at the door. Extreme speed! No, no, Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. His hands seemed to be shifting gears, his feet were moving, and he felt as if he had already floored the accelerator. At this moment, his body was trembling. "No, no, stop it!" His lips moved. Lying on the bed, Zhang Ziwen shook . The moment of the violent impact flashed through his mind, very clearly. Zhang Ziwen suddenly opened his eyes. The bright white light no longer seemed so glaring. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen's consciousness had fully returned. He remembered the horrific moment, but at the moment of impact, he only knew that his body felt like it was being torn apart. His consciousness could only remain at the moment of excruciating pain in his body, along with what sounded like a huge explosion in his ears. Then everything went black, and he knew nothing more. " I'm still alive?" This was the first thought in his mind when he opened his eyes. He couldn't quite believe it. When he drove the BMW over there, he was prepared to die. He didn't harbor any illusions. He could sense the immense danger inside the black Accord. He smelled the scent of a bomb. This was a keen sense he had developed through countless life-or-death experiences. At that moment, he only wanted to stop that car. He calculated the speed, angle, and distance precisely, keeping the danger within 50 meters . Only at this distance could Tang Ying's safety be guaranteed. In the instant he rushed out... He knew he was going to die , but he didn't regret it. All he wanted to do was crash into that car, a suicidal act. He didn't want anyone to hurt Tang Ying, and he wouldn't stand by and watch her perish before his eyes. For her, he was willing to give his life. Zhang Ziwen wasn't dreaming; he was indeed alive. He saw Tang Ying lying quietly on the small bed beside him. Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and her face was still as noble and beautiful as ever, though she seemed a little thinner. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she had endless worries, but this did not diminish her breathtaking beauty . Zhang Ziwen quietly looked at her, admiring her captivating sleeping posture. He had saved her, and Zhang Ziwen felt very gratified. How could such a beautiful woman be harmed? Fortunately, he had gone to the club, and fortunately, he had been able to prevent a tragedy from happening. He felt lucky, lucky to have saved her, and even more lucky to have survived such a disaster. Now he still had the chance to admire her unparalleled beauty. He smiled, smiling at the opportunity to be a hero again. Not everyone can save a beauty; it depends on luck. Zhang Ziwen felt that he was quite lucky. As dawn broke, the New York sky was clear, and sunlight streamed through the blinds, falling on the hospital bed, on Zhang Ziwen, and on the sleeping Tang Ying. Zhang Ziwen hadn't slept all night; perhaps he had slept too long he felt no sleepiness whatsoever. He was feasting his eyes, lying on his side, gazing at Tang Ying all night. Her beautiful face was captivating, so alluring that he could never tire of looking at her. He even harbored the thought of watching her like this for the rest of his life. Tang Ying's perfect body stirred. She felt the warmth of the sunlight, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her captivating eyes. She was awake. She gently sat up, stretching gracefully. A fragrant breeze wafted through the room, her body scent permeating the air with her alluring movements, seemingly dispelling any unpleasant odors . The captivating fragrance made Zhang Ziwen's nose instinctively twitch. Intoxicating, mesmerizing. He took in her enchanting movements. Stretching, Tang Ying's eyes darted around, finally landing on Zhang Ziwen in the hospital bed—the thing she checked . She froze, her mouth agape, unable to close. She could hardly believe her eyes. Zhang Ziwen was lying on his side, smiling at her. He was awake? Was it real? Tang Ying blinked , wondering if she was dreaming. Had a miracle really happened? She stared intently at him, trying to confirm. It was real. His smile was still so languid, with a hint of lewdness. It was him. He was still the same as before. Tang Ying trembled, almost fainting with joy. "Doctor…he's awake…" Coming to her senses, Tang Ying didn't forget to call for the doctor. Her voice trembled with excitement, but it didn't affect her perfect English pronunciation. There was a call button. Tang Ying called for a doctor, then cursed herself for being foolish. Excitedly, she walked to Zhang Ziwen's bedside and pressed the call button. Her hand trembled slightly. After days of agonizing waiting, on the verge of despair, she saw a miracle—a miracle right before her eyes, her body so close to him. He had his eyes closed face. What was he ecstatic about? His nose seemed to twitch. What was he sniffing? Tang Ying quickly realized—he was inhaling her scent. This rascal! Tang Ying's beautiful face instantly flushed red. She knew she smelled wonderful. This guy had always been lecherous; she knew him somewhat . To act like this after recovering from a serious illness... Tang Ying didn't know whether to be angry or amused. She dared not be angry with him, much less scold him. He was the boss now; she couldn't afford to offend him. Several doctors quickly entered the room, followed by several nurses. This was an expert team expense, on call 24 hours a day. Given the hefty sum, these doctors dared not neglect their duties. Various instruments were quickly attached to Zhang Ziwen, and the examination and observations proceeded in a flurry of activity. Zhang Ziwen was completely bewildered; why were they all foreigners?

Not long after, all the instruments on him were removed…

A bearded attending physician smiled and said to Tang Ying, “Madam, you can rest assured now.
The patient’s physiological functions have recovered very well. He is completely fine. However, because he had been lying in bed for too long, he
experienced some exhaustion. His muscles need massage and physical therapy, and further exercise will help him recover faster. Perhaps it’s
because of his excellent constitution; it’s a miracle he woke up. Congratulations, Madam.”

“Thank you. I’m so happy to receive this good news. Thank you very much.” Tang Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
She was now completely at ease; she had hired the best doctor in the United States. She trusted the doctor’s professional advice.

Zhang Ziwen could understand the English conversation between the bearded doctor and Tang Ying. He was overjoyed that he was alright. He
had secretly assessed his physical condition, and it matched the doctor’s description quite well. This wasn’t the first time he had experienced exhaustion;
it was a piece of cake for him. The doctor was right; massage and exercise would lead to a quick
recovery . Now, the doctor confirmed that he was completely fine, and he couldn’t help but beam with joy.

After seeing off the group of doctors and nurses, Tang Ying turned around and saw Zhang Ziwen grinning. She felt both annoyed and amused
. This guy had worried her to death, and yet he could still laugh? What was wrong with him? Now, she felt
incredibly mood brightened with the doctor's words, and her worry and mental anguish vanished
without a trace. Seeing his seemingly healthy appearance, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You still have the nerve to laugh? Do you know how worried I was?" Tang Ying finally couldn't help but scold him, sitting on
the edge of his bed.

"...I'm sorry, I made you worry, I'm really sorry." Zhang Ziwen's smile became awkward. Her
scolding tone made him behave a little; he hadn't forgotten how well she had lectured him before.

"Sorry, all you do is apologize. Are you stupid? You almost lost your life! Who gave you permission to crash into a car?"
Tang Ying's beautiful eyes welled up with tears; she was still shaken by what had happened outside the club.

"Well...if I hadn't crashed, it would have been too late." Zhang Ziwen could only answer honestly in front of her.

"Even if there's no time, you can't be this foolish. I really don't know what you were thinking, recklessly doing something so dangerous." Tang Ying's
tears slid down her cheeks. She didn't want to scold him, but she couldn't help it; he had scared her this time.

"...You...please don't cry...I...I'm fine...please don't cry anymore."
Zhang Ziwen couldn't bear to see women cry, especially beautiful women; it pained him.

Tang Ying gently wiped away the tears on her face: "...Who's crying? I'm happy, happy that you're finally alright
." She smiled slightly, her eyes filled with tears, and her smile made Zhang Ziwen's heart tremble. So beautiful.

"Oh... I almost forgot something. It's all your fault, always grinning and only thinking about your own happiness." Tang
Ying rolled her eyes at him, took her phone from under the pillow on the small bed
, and handed it to Zhang Ziwen, saying, "Hurry up and call home. Your two beauties are worried sick about you."

"Beauties?" Zhang Ziwen said, then immediately realized Tang Ying was referring to Tang Shu and He Li.
Heh, how did He Li become a "beauty" in her eyes? She's a real beauty.

"By the way, this is New York. You need to dial the area code first," Tang Ying reminded him. "

So that's why there are so many foreigners here. I'm in New York," Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself, too lazy to ask how
he got here. He quickly called home to let them know he was safe. Considering the time difference, his two beauties should be sound asleep in bed
right now.

The call connected quickly. To everyone's surprise, upon hearing his voice, the two beautiful women burst into tears and laughter, each vying
to speak with him. In the end, they resolved their dispute by speaking on speakerphone. Zhang Ziwen felt deeply moved and
touched . He now truly understood his place in their hearts. If he were to die completely this time, they
might not be able to survive. Tang Shu's joyful tears broke his heart, and He Li's worried cries pained him
. He felt so guilty for making them worry…

The call lasted a full two hours, until the phone battery died before he hung up and returned the phone to Tang Ying.
His eyes were a little moist. He felt a deep sense of self-reproach for causing his beloved women so much fear. As
a man he felt like a failure. From this day forward, he had to take responsibility for his life, not for anything else, but for
the women he loved. He had to live well, return to their side healthy, and stop making them worry about him.
Zhang Ziwen vowed to bring them the greatest happiness.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen leaning against the bed with a somewhat somber expression, Tang Ying knew what he was thinking without even guessing.

"You know you were wrong? Let's see if you dare to act recklessly again." Tang Ying reminded him, afraid he would
do something foolish . In that situation that day, she would rather have been hurt herself than have him lose his life to save her. Deep down, she
valued his life more than her own.

Zhang Ziwen sighed. If such a situation occurred again, would he still risk his life to stop her?
The answer was yes, he would. There was no choice in this matter; he absolutely did not want Tang Ying to be hurt. He
could hear her concern for him in her strange tone. He had saved her, and she wasn't without gratitude. She blamed him because
she valued his life so much. He could hear that. In this world, some things are just
so contradictory. Both women are good to him. He felt that his vow just now was so pale, and he was also
helpless...

Chapter 134 Both Sides of the Ocean

"Remember this in the future. If something like this happens again, think of your woman first. Don't lose your life in a moment of impulsiveness."
Tang Ying saw that he seemed to have different thoughts and was worried. She wanted to remind him.

Zhang Ziwen shook his head and said, "I'm not acting impulsively. I won't allow this to happen to you.
I won't regret it now. As long as you're not hurt, it's worth it even if I lose my life. I believe they'll understand." "

...You...you can't do this...If you lose your life for me, I...I won't be grateful
...If something happens to you...do you think I'll survive? You're wrong...you're wrong..." Tang Ying was
a little confused. She didn't know how to describe her feelings. Trembling, his words made her
usually calm heart unsettled. Was it worth it? Why? He would rather lose his life than let himself be hurt. Why
did he do this?

"...Let's not talk about this, okay? Everyone's alright now. I just hope this kind of thing doesn't
happen . I...I don't want anything to happen to you..." Zhang Ziwen's last sentence was spoken softly, but it
came from the bottom of his heart. Tang Ying held a very important place in his heart, and he didn't hide that. He was even willing to risk his life for her.
She knew it; she should understand.

Tang Ying's beautiful eyes gazed at him. His gaze was deep and firm, with a hint of indescribable affection. His
casual remark made her heart race. So deep and meaningful. A mist welled up in her eyes. His
expression was simple and direct, and he showed his care for her through his actions. He… he
wouldn't … Tang Ying's heart skipped a beat. Impossible! A barely perceptible
blush crossed her beautiful face. He… he might see her as his sister. Tang Ying rejected her earlier, heart-pounding guess. She
had met him a few times, and sometimes when he looked at her, a hint of affection would flicker in his eyes.
She understood that look. He already considered her family; it must be so. He must be
thinking this…

Tang Ying found a seemingly familial reason for their relationship, nipping any inappropriate thoughts in
the bud . She sighed softly; besides this apparent familial affection, nothing more could or should happen between them
…

“…Sister Ying…what’s wrong?” Zhang Ziwen noticed her staring at him blankly, seemingly preoccupied.
Her beautiful eyes sometimes held boundless tenderness, sometimes a hint of helpless sadness, and now a resolute meaning.
What was wrong with her?

“Oh…nothing…” Tang Ying’s reverie was interrupted. The title “Sister Ying” sounded
a little jarring now.

She smiled slightly at him: “…Ziwen, can you not listen to me as Sister Ying anymore? Listen to me as…Madam,
okay?”

“Why? No, calling me Madam sounds too formal.” Zhang Ziwen rejected her unreasonable request.

“But…” Tang Ying found it difficult to speak. How could she tell him? Silly boy, don’t you know it’s inappropriate
to call me…Sister?” She was troubled; she couldn’t find a good reason.

"Does Sister Ying think I'm not worthy, and disdain that I call you that?" Zhang Ziwen asked, noticing her troubled expression. He
remembered her mysterious background and wondered if his closeness to her was just wishful thinking. His words carried a hint of defiance.

"No...no, don't...don't overthink it..." Tang Ying could easily hear the defiance in his words. She felt
a pang of pain mixed with amusement; he really was immature. Seeing his seemingly displeased expression, her beautiful eyes softened
with tenderness and affection. She gently leaned down, touching her smooth forehead to his,
stroking it lightly. "...Don't be angry. You can call me whatever you want from now on. I...I was just saying it casually, don't
be angry, okay..." Her voice was soft, her breath sweet as orchids. She had to coax this little darling.

Zhang Ziwen was so happy he almost fainted; her gentle words warmed his heart. Her forehead
was so warm, the fragrance of her breath so intoxicating, and the scent of her body—so fragrant, so very fragrant! His heart
pounded with joy. He loved her closeness to him a thousand times over, but unfortunately, he was too weak to move. Otherwise, he certainly wouldn't have
let go of this wonderful opportunity to hold such a warm and soft woman in his arms. He didn't dwell on why Tang Ying wanted him to change his address; he
just wanted her to be close to him like this for the rest of his life. Happiness filled his chest. He felt a little lightheaded; he was intoxicated…
…

The sun was shining brightly. New York had been sunny for three days in a row. The Sinai Rehabilitation Center had a very tranquil environment, with lush green grass
and dense trees. The morning air was clean and fresh, and he could smell the dew on the flowers, which was refreshing and invigorating
. He could hear the clear and melodious chirping of birds from time to time, and occasionally see cute little squirrels
darting past.

The tranquil environment of the Mount Sinai Rehabilitation Center is indeed nourishing. Zhang Ziwen looks quite well. He can't
walk , but his hands are mostly mobile, though a bit weak. He's currently sitting in a wheelchair,
being pushed slowly across the lawn by Tang Ying. Every day after his massage therapy, she pushes him out for a walk
so he can breathe some fresh air and enjoy the warm sunshine...

From the overseas phone call, I learned that Liu Zhan and Fan Lihua have begun a full-scale attack on Xin'ao Group's stock.
Rumors of Xin'ao's poor performance are spreading in the stock exchange, along with rumors of falsified accounts. An economic investigation team has
officially entered Xin'ao to investigate its accounts, and so on. Rumors can indeed cause a very strong stock to plummet quickly, causing
panic selling among large, medium, and small investors holding Xin'ao shares. Although the rumors will eventually be debunked, in this short
period of time , it's enough for those two schemers to take advantage of the situation and acquire enough shares.

An independent company, waiting for the opportune moment, joined the bidding war. Now, operating semi-openly,
it's engaged in a fierce struggle with the two major conglomerates. The heated stock acquisition battle has been raging for a full week. Some speculators, sensing
the opportunity , have joined the fray for Xin'ao shares. In the last two days, Xin'ao shares have rebounded strongly,
and the rumors seem to be quickly dissipating. Large sums of money are supporting Xin'ao; now it's a battle of money and speed.

Tang Shu has already taken charge of the independent company. She learned from Zhang Ziwen about the plan to target the two major companies, and the young woman
volunteered to strategize for the operation. She personally recruited two elite investment advisors.
Zhang Ziwen has never underestimated her abilities and immediately ordered the two advisors to cooperate with Tang Shu to
win this war without bloodshed.

Rumors resurfaced. The latest version of the rumors circulating about Xin'ao Group's recent setbacks is said to be
due to the Liu Group spreading rumors to suppress competitors, according to economic law. The Liu Group's actions
constitute unfair competition and have violated the law. An economic investigation team has launched an investigation into the Liu Group.
Furthermore, the latest news reports that the Liu Group's general manager has been criminally detained. The rumors spread rapidly, accompanied by media
interviews, and newspapers were flooded with negative news about the Liu Group. These publications were
cleverly , analyzing the veracity of the claims while subtly hinting at unfair competition.
This sparked a heated discussion about unfair competition, with the Liu Group being the primary target. The rumors spread like wildfire, far more
believable than those about the Xin'ao Group,

causing a stock market frenzy and a sharp decline in the Liu Group's stock price. An opportunity for low-price acquisition arose. An independent company
abandoned to acquire the rising Xin'ao Group stock and launched a full-scale attack on the Liu Group, investing 2 billion yuan.
This move seemed poised to replace the Liu family on the board of directors. The Liu family panicked; their stronghold was
under Having already invested heavily in Xin'ao, they not only halted their stock acquisition efforts but also... They also gradually began
selling off some of their New Zealand and Australian shares at a loss, accumulating funds in an attempt to prevent a takeover bid by independent companies.

The stock market turmoil triggered a frenzy among speculators and financial giants; the opportunity was rare, and now the flow of funds shifted to...
The rumors surrounding the Liu Group were once again proven false, and the Liu Group's stock began to rebound. Simultaneously,
the independent company abruptly ceased its attack on the Liu Group. It began dumping large amounts of its shares,
making a substantial profit. Meanwhile, the Liu Group's stock plummeted again, hitting its daily limit down, dragging down countless
speculators and financial tycoons who suffered huge losses. The independent
company secretly acquired all the shares of Xin'ao Group that the Liu Group had dumped, and by the fifth day, Xin'ao Group's stock had hit its daily limit up.

The two groups' periods of turmoil lasted less than 10 days, during which the two groups' cash flows reached
tens of billions of yuan. The impact was immense; the independent company itself mobilized nearly 3 billion yuan, simultaneously attacking two listed
companies and seemingly inciting speculators to join the attack. In the end, the independent company escaped unscathed, while the speculators were completely
trapped. The saying that speculation is a high-risk endeavor is indeed true, and this perfectly describes the current situation of these opportunistic speculators
.

The raid was successful, but it was unclear whether the New Australia shares he held were enough to
compete with . According to Tang Shu and the two investment advisors, these two raids had already brought in nearly 1 billion yuan
in profits for the independent company. This stock market battle was a great victory. When the news reached Zhang Ziwen, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he didn't know if the shares he held could help Mu Qing, he and his men had done
their best . Whether the New Australia Group would be taken over by the Liu Group depended on Mu Qing's fate. He believed the answer would be
revealed soon...

In New York, USA, today marked two and a half months since Zhang Ziwen arrived at the Mount Sinai Rehabilitation Center. The snow that had fallen for two days and two nights
had finally stopped. Outside, the snow was white, with rooftops, treetops, and the ground covered with a thick white carpet. Everything was a silver-white wonderland,
as if he had entered a crystal fairy tale world. The snow scene was enchanting. Although the scenery outside was beautiful, it was also very cold. Tang Ying
firmly refused his unreasonable request to go out for a stroll. Zhang Ziwen could only enjoy
the charming scenery outside from the warm indoors. Of course, there were even more enchanting scenes waiting for him.

In the spacious recovery room, Tang Ying was carefully supporting Zhang Ziwen, a routine she had maintained for the past few days.
Several days ago, Zhang Ziwen had begun to try walking indoors, a difficult and strenuous task.
While a professional nurse was supposed to assist him, Zhang Ziwen craved close contact with Tang Ying. His wish was granted; Tang
Ying preferred to care for him personally. Naturally, she took charge of his daily walking and recovery efforts. Zhang Ziwen could only secretly
rejoice, greedily inhaling her fragrance, his arms around her soft waist, feeling comfortable... Comfortable and
relaxed , he recovered quickly under her sensual care. His walking was normal again; he could
walk independently without any support. He was pretending; he didn't want to leave her warm, soft body. He liked it this way. He hated that his
constitution too good. Judging by the time it took, an average person would need about ten days to recover. He was going to be an ordinary person for once; he wanted
to enjoy the boundless tenderness Tang Ying gave him…

His good constitution also brought him some troubles. While his walking had returned to normal, the physiological phenomena between his legs seemed
to be recovering even better than other bodily functions. He regained morning erections a month ago, and they've become even more frequent in the last ten days or so,
as if he really needs them. Especially after experiencing intimacy, he's tasted the pleasure, and his penis is even more craving it
. It's constantly making noise, driving him crazy. There's something else tormenting
him: the hospital gown is too big, and there's nothing hanging between the loose pants—he's not wearing anything. Even a pair of tissue
underwear would be nice. Zhang Ziwen felt embarrassed because Tang Ying's fragrant, soft body was stimulating his nerves, arousing his
penis. It was currently at its peak, and the erection was obvious…

Zhang Ziwen's body was heating up, his face was flushed, and his eyes were darting around. He was desperately looking for a crack in the floor—he had
to. Tang Ying had already seen… Tang Ying noticed the man's naked form visible through his
trousers . This wasn't the first time this had happened; her gaze had repeatedly caught sight of his inappropriate
behavior. Now he was at it again, the little rascal was having wild thoughts again. Tang Ying inwardly cursed,
a blush spreading across her beautiful, noble face. Her heart always raced in this situation. She felt helpless; she couldn't stop
the young man with his arm around her waist from having such inappropriate thoughts. He was young; this was a normal physiological reaction. She felt a secret happiness;
his behavior meant he wouldn't have any aftereffects and could live a normal life. She was even
happy ; such a man could bring her more happiness. But… this little rascal also… This
is so wrong! His thoughts and motives are impure. I won't bother with this little rascal now; wait until he's fully recovered ,
and see how I teach him a lesson! Tang Ying's mind was in turmoil. How could she teach this little rascal a lesson…?

Chapter 135 Meeting an Old Friend in a Foreign Land

Zhang Ziwen didn't know Tang Ying's thoughts. If he did, he would feel wronged, utterly wronged. He didn't want this.
He currently had no impure thoughts about Tang Ying. He didn't know why, but whenever he touched her soft, fragrant
body , he would feel this way. Even if he didn't want anything, his
lower body would uncontrollably throb. He had tried his best to control himself, but his efforts were often in vain. Plus, the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her body
seemed to deliberately permeate his nostrils, constantly… Stimulating his desire, oh dear, he
dared not , afraid of causing her misunderstanding. He respected her from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't do anything
about his unruly lower body. His manhood grew increasingly blatant, and both of them were suffering from this indecent phenomenon. Opposites attract, one
young and handsome, the other noble and beautiful, neither of them had any reason to reject the other's body. Their hearts were pounding,
joyfully...

New York, founded in 1624, is the world's financial and trade center, and the headquarters of the United Nations is also located here.
New York is also the city that has suffered the most terrorist attacks, but this does not affect the prosperity of New York City.
Looking at the East River from the top of the World Trade Center is also a tourist attraction. Unfortunately, those two magnificent buildings no longer exist. The World Trade Center in New York, which was
destroyed has been surrounded by fences, and it is said that a taller and more magnificent skyscraper is planned to be built here
.

Having fully recovered, Zhang Ziwen wandered the streets of New York alone, feeling incredibly bored. Tang Ying was usually very
strict and never allowed him to go out alone. Today, however, presented a rare opportunity. While she was out meeting some important
people , Zhang Ziwen showed off his skills by climbing out of a third-floor window of the villa,
slipping out of the mansion unnoticed by countless bodyguards. He was very satisfied with his abilities; the whole operation hadn't taken much effort. It seemed
he had truly made a full recovery.

After visiting the ancient Empire State Building, Zhang Ziwen stood in Times Square, New York. A giant electronic
screen was broadcasting a breaking news report. He recognized the person on the screen: President Bush. He could
understand some of the content; it seemed the US government had discovered the whereabouts of terrorist mastermind B.L. and was conducting a full-scale
manhunt . President Bush stated that this time, the heinous terrorist leader would definitely be brought to justice.

Zhang Ziwen stood dumbfounded in front of the screen. When he came to his senses, he felt a little embarrassed.
The square but not a single person was standing in front of the screen watching the president's impromptu speech. Strange country, strange
people—they didn't even listen to the president. If it were in his country, when the top leader appeared, wouldn't everyone rush to
receive his instructions? The square would probably be packed to the brim.

Zhang Ziwen chuckled self-deprecatingly, turned around, and saw a flock of pigeons in the square, being fed by some tourists.
Zhang Ziwen walked over, wanting to get up close and personal with the pigeons. He'd just taken a step when
he suddenly froze. In that instant, he saw a familiar face. His heart skipped a beat. It was him?

Zhang Ziwen turned back. Chen Yan, that damned guy. He was standing in a group of people, grinning
at him.
How He smiled and walked towards Chen Yan. He couldn't help but smile. This guy had actually made it to America!
This fat sheep had to be fleeced. He forgot his own wealth of hundreds of millions. He felt like he was back in the old days,
only wanting to extort a lavish meal from him.

The embrace between the men was passionate and unrestrained. The two grown men held each other tightly, their eyes misting over.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, especially a childhood friend, was impossible not to be excited. Chen
Yan still owed him a life, but his identity prevented him from seeing him. He
felt . Now he could finally see Zhang Ziwen again, and he wanted to repay what he owed him. But
Zhang Ziwen was different now, and he didn't know how to repay him. On the contrary, his sudden appearance before
Zhang Ziwen was not accidental...

The two walked to the open-air bar by the square. Although it was winter, today... The sun was shining brightly, its
warmth making the cold outside less noticeable. The two ordered coffee, and Zhang Ziwen pulled out a pack of Panda
cigarettes, offering one to Chen Yan as well. Tang Ying had specially air-freighted these from China for him; she knew
he loved them, and his recovery wouldn't be complete without them. While he was recovering in the hospital, he'd been relentlessly pestered by her;
without cigarettes, he was practically dead. Tang Ying was both annoyed and helpless about his habit, but she had no choice but to indulge
him. When he got cheeky, he was incredibly clingy, often making her blush and her heart race. When he was begging for a cigarette, he was nothing like a grown
man ; in her presence, he was like a child who never grew up.

The little rascal loved cigarettes, so of course she had to get him the best. Panda cigarettes were exclusively supplied to national leaders; their low tar
content minimized harm to the body. Tang Ying used her connections to get him a whole pack, enough
for him to enjoy during his recovery in the United States.

Chen Yan took a deep drag of his cigarette. It was mellow. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste. This was
a top-tier cigarette from his homeland. Having spent many years abroad, he still harbored a deep sense of patriotism. Even if you threw
him a cheap cigarette, he'd be content with that.

"…Mosquito, how's it going in America?" Chen Yan recognized his nickname, a
habit formed years ago that he couldn't shake.

"Not bad. The sun in America is just as round as it is back home," Zhang Ziwen joked with a laugh, then
stared at him intently. "How did you know I was in America?" Zhang Ziwen sensed
something was off from Chen Yan's question. It seemed this guy had known his whereabouts all along.

"Heh, don't stare at me like that. Since I'm here to see you, I'm going to reveal my secrets.
I know you're an elite soldier, so don't be nervous, okay?" Chen Yan smiled, knowing Zhang Ziwen had built up
a defense .

"Heh heh, what's your story? I'd really like to know." Although Zhang Ziwen
had let him off the hook out of childhood friendship, if this guy really was hanging out with terrorists as the National Security Bureau claimed, he wouldn't just punish him, he
'd at least have to sever ties with him from today onwards.

"...I work for the government too, do you believe that?" Chen Yan's expression remained unchanged, his smile unchanged.

"Believe my ass! If you worked for the government, you wouldn't have been targeted by the National Security Bureau, and I wouldn't have taken your knife for nothing.
*!" Zhang Ziwen almost flicked his middle finger at him. It had been a long time since he'd sworn, and it felt incredibly satisfying. What this guy was saying was pure
fantasy .

"Heh heh. I'm talking about the US government. I came to the US at 18, became a US citizen at 20, and I
've been working for the US government for four years now. You didn't expect that, did you? Did you think I was talking about China? Heh heh..." Chen
Yan actually kind of enjoyed hearing his swearing. It had been a long time since he'd heard it, and it felt somewhat familiar. Outsiders might have thought he was just being
a jerk.

"The US...the US government? *...It can't be that exaggerated, can it?" Zhang Ziwen was a little skeptical, and said,
"I heard from the National Security Bureau that you're working with some mercenaries and East Turkestan separatists, doing arms smuggling.
Don't try to fool me."

"That was a mission assigned to me by the CIA. I was to impersonate an arms dealer and deal with them. My goal was to
get information about al-Qaeda leader B.LD from these people. To put it bluntly, I was an undercover agent." Chen Yan patiently explained to him.

"The CIA? You're saying you're with the CIA?" Zhang Ziwen was a little surprised. He preferred to believe that he
was a CIA agent. That was much more impressive than being a terrorist.

The CIA, the world's largest spy and intelligence agency. Zhang Ziwen had studied various intelligence
agencies and knew that the CIA was an agency specializing in external affairs. It didn't have any operational authority domestically.
The CIA headquarters was located in Lanley, a suburb of Washington. This guy had really made it big; he actually managed to infiltrate the CIA
.

"Hehe, that's right, it's the Central Intelligence Agency. CIA for short." Chen Yan chuckled at Zhang Ziwen's slightly exaggerated expression,
pulled out an ID from his pocket, and waved it in front of him. Besides his photo and number, the bald eagle
insignia was clearly visible—undoubtedly the CIA's official symbol.

"Don't show off in front of me. Do you think I don't know? Is the CIA that powerful? *." Zhang Ziwen glared at him, secretly filled
with envy. Being a secret agent must be so exciting; too bad he didn't have that kind of luck.

“Now you believe me, right? It won’t be long before the National Security Bureau finds out my identity. This time I managed
to get hold an East Turkestan base. The CIA will exchange intelligence with the National Security Bureau, and then my identity won’t be that of
a terrorist anymore. The misunderstanding will be cleared up, and the National Security Bureau won’t be keeping an eye on you anymore.” Chen Yan continued sincerely,
“I’m really sorry about last time, but I couldn’t reveal my identity then, and I made you suffer. I’m sorry.” The words
“sorry had been stuck in Chen Yan’s heart for a long time. Last time, he had implicated Zhang Ziwen because of his own actions, and he felt very
guilty. He had always wanted to apologize in person, and today he finally got his wish. Now he felt much better, and
his old friend no longer misunderstood him as a terrorist. This was better than anything else.

“Alright, alright, don’t be so bitter. What’s there to apologize for? You needed it for work, and it’s only right that I help you out
.” Zhang Ziwen said casually.

“…By the way, is your injury fully healed now?” Chen Yan asked with concern.

"Alright, it's all healed now. Who am I? I'm an elite soldier, this little injury is nothing."
Zhang Ziwen felt a bit resentful, not forgetting to mention his past glory in front of him; his special forces career was enough to make him proud
for a while.

"Come on, you're just a washed-up elite who made a mistake and was kicked out of the army? You still have the nerve to mention it." Chen Yan
bluntly teased him, knowing Zhang Ziwen's situation perfectly well.

"Damn it, do you have any conscience? You're actually insulting me objectively." Zhang Ziwen lost face.

"Okay... I won't insult you anymore, you're so tough that even a wire bomb couldn't kill you, you're pretty awesome,
haha..." Chen Yan found it a bit unbelievable.

"You really are a spy, you even know what type of bomb it is, damn it, isn't C4 bomb
made by the Americans? Tell me honestly, did you guys do it?" Zhang Ziwen joked, he had been
thinking about .

"Don't say things like that. If this gets out, it could cause an international dispute. Attacking the Madam? The US government can't
afford that responsibility." Chen Yan feigned nervousness; it was impossible to be serious around this guy.

"Madam? You mean Madam Tang? Who exactly is she? Why was she attacked by a car bomb?"
Zhang Ziwen was filled with questions. He desperately wanted to know Tang Ying's true identity, but he didn't dare ask her. It seemed this
guy knew, and he held onto a sliver of hope.

"You've been with her for so long and you don't know her identity? Seriously, I'm impressed. But…
don't ask me about this. Since she doesn't want to tell you, I can't either." Chen Yan flatly refused.
How famous Madam Tang was ten years ago? This guy didn't even know. “Fine, you win. Fine, don’t tell me then.” Zhang Ziwen glared at him fiercely
, but due to his profession, he knew he couldn’t get any answers from Chen Yan without him telling him. He didn’t want to make things difficult for Chen
Yan, but the lack of information about the real culprit behind the attack on his wife was a potential problem. “…Then tell me who
attacked my wife? I hope you can answer me accordingly.” Zhang Ziwen’s expression was serious; he hoped Chen Yan
would give him a hint.

“Black Army, the Japanese Black Army, a long-established terrorist organization listed in the international anti-terrorism coalition. They were responsible for the 1995 Tokyo subway sarin gas attack that shocked
the world . You should have heard of them.” This time, Chen Yan was very straightforward;
this was also his purpose in seeking out Zhang Ziwen today.

“Damn it, really the Black Army? Why did they attack my wife?” Zhang Ziwen felt
a strong aversion to the name of this far-right group. Having received a lot of patriotic education since childhood, he didn’t feel any sympathy for Japan,
let alone a Japanese terrorist organization.

“Madam is a very influential figure internationally, and she has Chinese ancestry. The Black Army is
a far-right terrorist organization with strong anti-Chinese sentiments. Do you think an organization like that would let go of someone like Madam,
who has Chinese ancestry and can speak for her in Europe?” Chen Zhu explained the situation to Zhang Ziwen.

“Heh heh, won’t let her go? Damn, I don’t want to let these bastards go.” Zhang Ziwen chuckled coldly.
He had almost been killed, but now that he had found his scapegoat, his blood seemed to be boiling…

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