The City Hunter (Complete) - Chapter 23

Chapter 148 A Master Among Masters

Fatty Niu was quite cooperative. Although he was a member of a terrorist group, his true identity was that of a law-abiding citizen.

Zhang Ziwen had guessed his identity correctly: a sumo wrestler, but his rank was probably not Yokozuna. In Japan, a respected sumo

wrestler would be a terrorist, probably a Nonokuchi, no higher than Nono 2 Dan, the lowest rank. Zhang Ziwen

had already judged the target's identity by looking at Fatty Niu's walking posture, and judging the target's rank by looking at Fatty Niu's size was not

too difficult.

Fatty was very obedient, lowering his head and even bringing his ear close to Chen Yan's. He was quite cooperative, which pleased Chen Yan greatly.

He placed one hand on Fatty's massive shoulder. Since the other was cooperating, the angle could be even better. Chen Yan

smiled and turned his body slightly to the side. The angle was good. His other hand had already formed a palm. He made his move quickly. The palm

shadow drew a beautiful arc, accurately and swiftly slicing towards Fatty's nape, targeting the second cervical vertebra.

As he cut the flesh, a soft cracking sound rang out. Neck broken, a standard one-hit kill. Chen Yan's

technique was clean and neat, accurately finding the most vulnerable part of the cervical spine. Chen Yan easily clapped his hands,

and with a thud, Fatty collapsed like a mountain of flesh. His head slumped limply to one side, connected only by muscles. His

strong could not withstand this skillful and thunderous strike. Chen Yan's technique was extremely precise and experienced, a textbook move,

extremely elegant. He had probably done this many times before.

"Piration!" Zhang Ziwen glared at Chen Yan, annoyed. He had been hoping to get his fill of the technique, but his hopes

were dashed Zhang Ziwen strongly despised Chen Yan for pirating Chinese acupuncture and meridian theory. This guy's technique was typical Chinese

Kung Fu, the "neck-breaking" move, which is included in the teaching syllabus of world-renowned special forces. Many countries'

special forces instructors are Chinese martial arts coaches, and the Chinese instructors who go abroad are basically

titled armed police instructors, euphemistically called the "cleaners" of special forces. When the country sends someone abroad, their status is definitely not low...

The target was easily taken care of, but the cleanup was incredibly troublesome. Zhang Ziwen got into the car, waiting for Chen Yan to bring

up the mountain of flesh. He was very smug, thinking, "It must weigh nearly 300 pounds."

He was looking forward to seeing how Chen Yan would get up there, waiting to see him make a fool of himself. Serves him right, this is the consequence of cheating and not wanting to clean up the mess.

Zhang Ziwen felt extremely satisfied.

Chen Yan smiled wryly. Getting the body out of the car was easy, but getting it back in was a hassle. He glanced at Zhang Ziwen, noticing Zhang's smug

expression, and smiled slyly. He wasn't particularly bothered, knowing

Zhang him soon enough, he thought maliciously.

Chen Yan was a little out of breath; this limp behemoth had taken a lot of effort.

Thankfully he'd finished the last bit of physical work. He suppressed a laugh as he looked at Zhang Ziwen, whose expression was rather bitter.

What does it mean to be overjoyed? Watching others make a fool of themselves was satisfying, but now the tables had turned on him. Zhang Ziwen felt as if

his own flesh weighed a ton, the corpse straddling his legs, its severed head drooping back, resting on

his shoulder, its mouth agape, emitting a disgusting stench of blood and entrails—utterly repulsive.

Chen Yan smiled smugly, but a hint of worry lingered in his eyes. Fei Niu was too big, and with

Zhang Ziwen , the seat had shifted back slightly, making it easy for Zhang Ziwen's foot to reach the accelerator. He was about to complete a series of

maneuvers at high speed, and Chen Yan felt it was too dangerous. He wanted to stop Zhang Ziwen from this heart-pounding experience, but Zhang Ziwen's seemingly relaxed

expression dispelled his thoughts. He took a bottle of liquor from the Nissan, opened it, returned to Zhang Ziwen's side,

and poured some into Fei Niu's mouth, then sprinkled some on himself. Soon, the car was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.

The Mitsubishi SUV started and slowly reversed, stopping. Zhang Ziwen regulated his breathing, his gaze fixed on a small bend 300 meters

ahead , beside which lay a huge boulder—

Zhang Ziwen's ultimate target.

With two roars, Zhang Ziwen floored the accelerator. The mountain of flesh pressing down on him made it impossible for him to move. The car

body was too large, allowing him to operate it with only one hand. He held the gearshift with one hand and barely managed to grip the steering wheel with the other, his heart rate

steady and his breathing even.

A piercing start-up sound rang out, and the SUV shot off like an arrow with a deafening

roar

. Zhang Ziwen struggled to shift gears with his hand on the umbrella, but it didn't affect his speed. He shifted through six gears in a flash within four seconds, covering over 300 meters in just a few seconds. Boom! A huge impact resounded as the SUV

crashed heavily into a boulder. At the moment of impact, a figure was ejected from the vehicle, rolled on the ground, and

lay motionless on its back.

"No way?" Chen Yan's heart pounded. Had something happened? Had his worst fears come true? He couldn't believe it.

He rushed to the figure lying on the ground. Thankfully, he was alive. Zhang Ziwen's eyes were open, and he was still smiling. Chen Yan

breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing him approach, Zhang Ziwen reached out his hand, gesturing for Chen Yan to help him up. He really didn't want to

move; too many highly concentrated movements had left him tired.

"Damn, that scared me to death," Chen Yan muttered, pulling the guy up and taking off

the gloves Zhang Ziwen was wearing.

The Mitsubishi SUV was severely deformed. The fat cow's head shattered the windshield with the powerful inertia. In the instant

the body bounced back to the seat, Zhang Ziwen unbuckled his seatbelt with incredible speed, opened the door, and at the peak of his speed,

he was thrown sideways. His self-preservation in mid-air and the dissipation of inertia upon landing were all done in one fluid motion.

Starting, accelerating, shifting gears, impacting, unbuckled seatbelt, flying out of the car—the entire process was completed in 6 seconds,

under extremely inconvenient conditions. He also had to adapt to the momentum of the rapid impact at the moment of impact.

The mountain of flesh rebounded, giving him only 1 second to dodge. If he were crushed, his internal organs would likely be squeezed out;

survival would be impossible. This series of highly difficult maneuvers was thrilling and dangerous, a true test of courage. "This guy

is inhuman, ridiculously daring," Chen Yan thought to himself. No wonder he hesitated; this job was definitely not

for him…

The target's information indicated that such a heavyweight wouldn't be suitable to be thrown anywhere. Creating a car accident scene could disrupt the police

's vision and eliminate the threat of a severed neck. Aside from the two targets at the nightclub, which the Japanese police could confirm were assassinations,

the man with the mustache was likely gone forever. Police estimated they wouldn't even find the body; Fei Niu could only confirm it was a drunk

driving accident . The final, most important target—

Asahara, one of the Black Army leaders—was someone Zhang Ziwen planned to shock. Once he'd taken care of this last target, he could leave Japan.

Zhang Ziwen was eager to go home; he really disliked this wretched country. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, it was almost time

…

Sunset Boulevard, a major thoroughfare in Tokyo, is lined with numerous high-end office buildings and shopping malls.

The Sun Never Sets Building sits here, a magnificent landmark of Tokyo. This 102-story

glass building shines brilliantly when the setting sun illuminates it, reflecting a dazzling golden

light. At this moment, the Sun Never Sets Building truly embodies the meaning of its name, signifying an everlasting sunrise.

Even now, bathed in the vast expanse of sky, the large golden laser lights on its rooftop

continue to illuminate the building. A massive beam of light shot straight into the night sky, radiating golden light, truly like an ever-shining sun. This was the last stop on this trip to

Japan . Zhang Ziwen looked up at this magnificent building, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"An ever-shining sun, huh..."

A Nissan was parked 500 meters away. Two urban night owls in overcoats each carried a leather suitcase

containing illicit goods. Compared to Ginza and the residential area, this street was relatively quiet.

Nightlife wasn't suitable for this place with its strong work atmosphere. There wasn't a single nightclub in sight. This

tranquil environment provided convenience for the two experts. Apart from occasionally encountering

employees , no one paid much attention to these two men with ulterior motives. A good environment, perfect for doing shady things,

both night owls shared the same thought.

Two dark figures quickly slipped into the underground parking lot, crouching low as they weaved through the numerous parked cars,

successfully avoiding surveillance cameras. Zhang Ziwen reached two electrical control boxes and moved swiftly, opening

one and finding a red wire amidst the dense tangle of cables. He then inserted a small,

square black clip, about the size of a fingernail, into the red wire, completing the task in just five seconds. Soon after, he opened the smaller control box

, accurately finding the green wire among the intertwined five-colored cables, using the same method and the same small black

clip , finishing in four seconds. He then gave Chen Yan, who was standing by the elevator, a thumbs-up. Chen Yan, receiving the signal, smiled.

"This guy's movements are incredibly fast," he thought.

The elevator doors opened, and the two swaggered inside. The doors closed slowly, but the floor indicator lights

remained off. This elevator would go directly to the top floor, 102, the Black Army's headquarters in Japan. The elevator wouldn't

stop; even if someone pressed the up or down buttons midway, it wouldn't affect its operation.

The elevator was lined with mirrors on all four sides. Two handsome men were posing and grooming themselves in front of them, fixing their slightly disheveled hair and clothes,

completely oblivious to the security cameras above. The security guard in the monitoring room could only

see the air inside the elevator, as the footage was frozen just before the two vain young men entered. Against such skilled

individuals, the security measures were utterly ineffective.

The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing several large Japanese characters on the wall. Zhang Ziwen recognized a few:

something like three," something like "company." The Black Army's exterior was that of a legitimate trading company. The corridor was completely dark;

the hallway lights weren't on, and the golden light from outside only illuminated a corner of the corridor. The entire floor was deserted;

for the time being, it would be the domain of the two experts. They exchanged a smile and simultaneously said, "Let's get to work."

Two black figures quickly separated, moving according to their pre-arranged plan. Zhang Ziwen accurately found his way

to a glass doorway. Beside the wall was a flashing electronic device that required a password to open. He

pulled a small rectangular black box from his back pocket—about the size of a pen case—with an LCD screen. He

deftly scanned the password button on it. The LCD screen flashed, and a row of fingerprints appeared.

As the fingerprints disappeared, they changed into numbers. With this fingerprint scanner, reading the password was easy, and reading the password

was even easier. Zhang Ziwen stared at the cracked password for a moment, then exclaimed, "Damn, 00000000! Eight eggs!

Isn't that a bunch of bastards?"

With a soft "click," the glass door slid open silently. Zhang Ziwen didn't rush in.

He took out a pair of night-vision sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. There was an infrared sensor line across the doorway,

only . Inside, there were seven or eight more infrared sensors, making the area around the desk extremely secure. A novice

trying to sneak in would most likely fall into the trap. Unfortunately for Zhang Ziwen, the Black Army had encountered a seasoned veteran, a master among masters. These precautions

were child's play for him.

Zhang Ziwen was dancing, his movements fluid and graceful, like flowing water. He had already effortlessly danced

through every corner of the luxurious office. He had to dance; the infrared sensors forced him into seemingly elegant

poses. Finally, he used the "Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg" move, leaning forward dramatically. His gloved hand barely reached for the landline

phone , disassembling, breaking down, and reassembling the newspaper in an inescapably graceful manner. Soon, he left

the office. The glass door slowly closed, and everything seemed to return to normal. But Zhang Ziwen's elegant

dance had left behind a masterpiece.

There was still a small portion of the stuff left in the suitcase; he couldn't waste it. Zhang Ziwen's figure blended into the dark corridor.

Every location, every crucial spot, bore his mark. He was extremely confident in his installation,

ingenious to the extreme. To achieve a truly stunning effect, it would depend on Chen Yan's skill in finding the right tool. Would that tool be up to the task?

Not far from Sunset Boulevard, on a side street, a quiet and secluded spot, a small noodle shop was still

lit up . Inside, it had a typical Japanese style. Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan were sitting cross-legged in a small booth

. In the middle of the tatami mats was a small low table, and two small clay pots were steaming, containing three-delicacy noodles, cold jellyfish salad, and crispy pork chops.

Two pots of sake were also warming on a small stove. The room was warm and cozy, and the food on the low table looked delicious. The two

guys who had just done something naughty were enjoying a sumptuous late-night snack here.

Starving, starving for ages, Zhang Ziwen's eyes streamed down

his face, his teeth grimacing. This wasabi was damn strong! He savored the wasabi-coated salmon, his mouth watering, "So strong!"...

As night faded, a red sun slowly rose from the sea, its golden rays painting the water a crimson hue

, shimmering and magnificent. As the sun climbed higher, the Sun Never Sets Building was soon bathed in its golden light

, radiant and dazzling...

Chapter 149 Global Focus:

The streets were bustling with people, various vehicles flowing endlessly.

After a night of commotion, this international metropolis continued its daytime hustle and bustle. That's how dynamic cities are; restlessness and noise are

always intertwined. It's strange how people often yearn for the vibrant metropolis; this is the city's...

Despite its allure, the city continues to draw in a constant influx of people, and reinforced concrete buildings continue to encroach

on the land...

Two handsome men, seemingly just sobering up, walked out of the small noodle shop and stretched comfortably almost simultaneously. They

had gotten plenty of rest in the warm, spring-like noodle shop, and their radiant complexions and cheerful smiles were a testament to their good health

. Inside the black Nissan, the two turned on the monitor. The scene inside the Black Army headquarters office

appeared clearly on the monitor. People were already working inside. The staff dressed like white-collar workers, but the two

knew that these people were members of the Black Army. The main character had not yet appeared.

They checked their watches and thought it would be about ten minutes later. After exchanging a glance, they looked at the magnificent building with relaxed expressions. The Sun Never Sets Building, where a

spectacle that would leave a deep impression on all of Japan would appear...

Zhang Ziwen took out a cigarette and tossed one to Chen Yan. The two lit cigarettes, and the smoke swirled and

drifted out with the open window. Smoking was a signal, and it also helped them relax their already leisurely mood. The target had

appeared . Long hair tied back, a thick beard, small eyes, and a bulbous nose. That's right,

the person on the screen was Asahara. Before joining the Black Army, he was a cult leader. He was ruthless, cunning, greedy, and lecherous. Legend has it that this man is always attended to

by several so-called female followers, euphemistically called "dual cultivation." Judging from his smug expression, his

sex life last night was probably quite harmonious. Asahara could never have imagined that his life was already on a countdown. From the moment

he stepped onto the 102nd floor, he was trapped.

Chen Yan pulled a laptop-sized electronic instrument panel from the car, lightly tapped a key, and the elevator locked,

signifying that 102 had become a dead zone. Chen Yan smiled at Zhang Ziwen, meaning it was his turn.

Zhang Ziwen extended his index finger, his movements elegant, and lightly tapped one of the keys on the two rows of keys. The screen changed

, and Asahara, sitting at his desk, reached for the landline phone, picked up the receiver. "Good boy," Zhang Ziwen

thought to himself, his hand moving accordingly, pressing a key simultaneously. Asahara's hand froze, the receiver instantly

disintegrated, shattered, blood flashed, and five fingers flew off. With a spray of flesh and blood from his hand, they shattered along with

the concise shattering.

On the screen, Asahara's expression was one of agony, his mouth agape as if he were howling. His hand had been disintegrated by the miniature explosion,

leaving only a bare, bloody wrist. Zhang Ziwen's move had a name: "Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers." His five fingers

flew out in five directions, carrying bits of flesh and blood from his hand, creating a dazzling and beautiful sight.

Zhang Ziwen's hands continued to strike, and Asahara's body exploded segment by segment from bottom to top, from feet to head,

in a rhythmic pattern, with flesh and blood flying everywhere. In two seconds, Asahara's entire body was disintegrated by precise explosions

. When the first explosion rang out, the Black Army members who were about to approach were stunned by the scene before them. It was horrific.

Zhang Ziwen called this "explosive slow slicing." His methods of revenge were that ruthless.

He would never show mercy to scum like Asahara, who had cult-like tendencies and defiled other men's wives and daughters. He wanted to use this explosion that pulverized human bodies to warn the Black Army

survivors that there was a higher art to playing with bombs. Suicide car bombs were simply not respectable in his eyes

. Zhang Ziwen's warning would be fully demonstrated in the following actions. He wanted all of Tokyo to remember this

moment.

Between the two masters stood a black electronic control panel. Their fingers danced across the keyboard, like

playing a beautiful, soothing piano piece. Then, they stopped, their gazes fixed on the Tokyo Tower,

gleaming in the golden sunlight. The iconic Tokyo landmark looked exceptionally magnificent in the sunlight.

Suddenly, the top of the tower trembled slightly. An earthquake? The two people inside the car could feel

the vibration, let alone the passersby outside. Some sensitive individuals already sensed the vibration emanating from the Sun Never Sets Building. As

these people looked towards the building, almost everyone followed their gaze. A strange phenomenon occurred: a flash of light appeared at the junction of the 102nd and 101st floors, disappearing in an instant. The light then reappeared, every 15 meters or so, in a rhythmic sequence, like dancing musical notes. The light at the junction quickly circled, the sound not loud, but the vibration significant. Suddenly, it seemed to return to calm. The traffic on Sunset Boulevard stopped when the building's light flashed. Some people got out of their cars. Everyone on Sunset Boulevard was confused about what was happening. This strange phenomenon of light made everyone panic. They sensed that something big was about to happen, and their premonition was accurate for the first time. The premonition would come true in an instant. A sound, like a series of firecrackers, came from the 102nd floor of the building. The sound grew louder and louder, and the entire top floor trembled. Some shards of glass began to fall. Passersby had enough time to move away from the Sun Never Sets Building, and the glass shards were unlikely to injure the onlookers who were speculating. Soon, the series of sounds subsided in an instant. At this moment, everyone on the Sun Never Sets Avenue breathed a sigh of relief, and the unsettling sounds finally stopped. Before the onlookers could catch their breath, a deafening explosion erupted, a deafening roar that made everyone's ears ring. A spectacular sight unfolded: the entire 102nd floor detached from the building. With this earth-shattering roar, the powerful blast wave lifted, rose, and froze for a fleeting moment. Then, another deafening explosion followed, accompanied by a massive fireball and an awe-inspiringly powerful blast. A wave of heat rolled back , and the deafening sound shook the earth and Tokyo itself. The detached floor instantly disintegrated and shattered, shards of glass raining down, thick smoke billowing into the sky – a breathtaking spectacle. Passersby screamed, their faces filled with terror. They scattered and ran, dodging the onslaught of glass shards. Huge blocks of concrete and warped steel structures plummeted at incredible speeds, striking the onlookers. Some cars were deformed by the falling debris. Fortunately, everyone inside the car was standing outside watching , otherwise they would have been smashed to pieces. Even so, many people were hit by debris, and Sunset Boulevard was filled with screams and cries of pain from those struck by unidentified objects; countless people were injured. The scene on Sunset Boulevard made Zhang Ziwen frown slightly. The timing was precise; some of the hit pedestrians had enough time to escape after the first loud bang. The onlookers neither had Zhang Ziwen. He suddenly felt uneasy; harming innocent people was not something he wanted to see. "...Don't think about it anymore. When you decide to make a big fuss, this kind of situation is inevitable. I just saw..."

"No one was seriously injured by the falling debris. These civilians are just a little hurt, they won't die." Chen Yan noticed Zhang Ziwen's somewhat somber

expression and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Zhang Ziwen smiled; it was inevitable that a few people would be killed or injured in this kind of operation. He sighed, glancing at the distant Tokyo

Tower. The rooftop was flat, but thick smoke was billowing from the flattened section. The entire 102-story

building had completely vanished; from this day forward, only 101 remained of this iconic Tokyo landmark. A layer of perfectly executed, breathtaking artistic explosion.

Witnessing all this, the mission was complete. Zhang Ziwen breathed

a , "Let's go..."

It was all over; finally, he could leave this damned place.

Chen Yan smiled, started the car, and the black Nissan made a U-turn, quickly merging into

the traffic on another lane. Faint alarms could be heard outside, and emergency helicopters appeared in the sky,

all heading in the same direction: Sunset Boulevard...

On a secluded cliff edge, two men watched as the black sedan plummeted into the sea, the surging waves

quickly engulfing it. The car was engulfed in flames. The two men exchanged a smile, then simultaneously raised an arm and clapped their

hands together heavily. Zhang Ziwen and Chen Yan, the two best partners, embraced tightly.

They had spent a night assassinating four targets, culminating in a spectacular explosion at around 9 AM this morning. The total

time was 12 hours—a thrilling and dangerous night, ending with a spectacular and awe-inspiring conclusion. The assassination plan was a complete success.

These two top-notch experts truly deserved to celebrate. This might be their last collaboration; the embrace also

signified their separation.

Two cars approached from afar—CDA pick-up vehicles lurking in Tokyo. Chen Yan embraced Zhang Ziwen again in

farewell. He got into one of the cars, and it quickly disappeared from Zhang Ziwen's sight…

“Mr. Zhang, we can go now.” "The one speaking English on the boat is Jin Zhongsan, a veteran CDA agent,

codenamed 003, who was my contact when I first arrived in Tokyo.

Zhang Ziwen smiled, got into his car, and soon, the cliff edge fell into a deserted silence. On the cliff,

the sound of the crashing waves repeated year after year. That black Nissan would forever sleep in this lonely

seabed ...

At Tokyo Airport, Zhang Ziwen took a brown paper bag from 003. Inside was a plane ticket to New York,

and Zhang Ziwen's reward after the mission was accomplished, a reward he had earned with his life and danger. Several

secret addresses and lists of East Turkestan organizations were also in the brown paper bag, worth millions of dollars. Zhang Ziwen held the thin

brown paper bag, his smile was a little bitter. Could these East Turkestan lists bring him back his military honor? The answer

was unknown...

"Goodbye, and congratulations again. You are excellent. Best wishes." "003's gaze was somewhat burning

. He had seen the magnificent sight of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building. Zhang Ziwen in front of him was worthy of his admiration. He extended his hand and,

breaking with protocol, shook hands with Zhang Ziwen to say goodbye. As an undercover agent, he should never have said or done anything unnecessary. He couldn't

suppress the passion that a man should have. His blessing was sincere, and he received a sincere hug from Zhang Ziwen...

CDA still had some humanity, booking Zhang Ziwen a first-class ticket with a private seat,

comfortable and spacious. The first thing Zhang Ziwen did upon boarding was to turn on the TV screen in front of his seat. Unsurprisingly, all

the channels were urgently broadcasting news of the bombings in Tokyo. Zhang Ziwen searched for an English news channel, and the news

showed close-up shots of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building billowing thick smoke, the smoke obscuring the sky and the sun. The television screen effect

was extremely shocking, seemingly a second 9/11." The scene was reenacted, and Japanese Prime Minister Koizumi delivered an emergency national address, declaring a state of

emergency in Tokyo. In his speech, he stated that Tokyo had suffered an unprecedented terrorist attack,

expressing strong anger and condemnation of this act of terrorism, and vowing to bring the perpetrators to justice.

This horrific explosion occurred in 102... Every member of the Black Army was killed, and countless bystanders were injured. The Black

Army's headquarters in Tokyo suffered a devastating blow. This severe damage will likely prevent the Black Army from

recovering . The Black Army, known for its terrorist attacks, was subjected to an unprecedented attack—

an attack neither they nor any other terrorist organization worldwide anticipated. Unlike previous attacks, no terrorist organization would rush

to issue statements claiming responsibility once the attack was exposed.

News reports continuously broadcast footage from the scene, and the world's attention was focused on Tokyo for those two short hours.

Modern communication is highly advanced; soon, heads of government from various countries issued statements

condemning and expressing sympathy and condolences for the tragedy in Japan. US President Bush, in a passionate speech,

offered all possible technical assistance to Japan, expressing his condolences for the similar attacks to 9/11 suffered by China. Following the terrorist attacks, Bush expressed strong

indignation , stating that the global fight against terrorism would be intensified to completely crush terrorist

bases led by the LD. A Chinese spokesperson expressed deep condolences for the human tragedy in Tokyo, offering

humanitarian aid and condemning the terrorist attacks. The spokesperson stated that justice always stands with

justice , and terrorist forces can only live in the shadows of the world. The Chinese people are willing

to fight alongside the world's just people to eliminate terrorism .

UN Secretary-General Kofi Annan, EU President Jair Solana, Russian President Vladimir Putin, Australian Prime Minister

John Howard , and even Thai Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra, who is currently grappling with a military coup attempt, all spoke out, expressing condolences to Tokyo and

strongly condemning this bandit-like act of terrorism. The world is focused on Tokyo, and it is believed that this

shocking terrorist attack will prompt a global response. Amidst the massive anti-terrorism wave, the same thought likely crossed

the minds : wronged, utterly wronged…

Chapter 150: The Overbearing Beauty.

The scenes kept switching; some righteous civilians were already demonstrating in the streets, denouncing the heinous

terrorists. Zhang Ziwen, seeing this, smiled, turned off the small TV, yawned,

stretched, reclined his seat. This heinous terrorist attack mastermind was preparing to sleep all the way to New York. Tang Ying was

sleeping right now, wasn't she? Her noble and beautiful face floated into Zhang Ziwen's mind; he missed her a little…

The plane trembled, emitting a huge roar as it taxied towards the runway, accelerating. He looked up, took off, and soon,

the skyscrapers of Tokyo below grew smaller and smaller. The flight to New York disappeared into the clouds, farewell to

Tokyo . Lying on his side, Zhang Ziwen looked at Tokyo below the window and silently thought, he never wanted to return to this place

…

"Sir, what would you like to order?" A sweet voice, and somewhat familiar.

Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. He turned around, and there she was—a beautiful woman. A perfectly

tailored flight attendant uniform, a sweet yet reserved smile. Zhang Ziwen recognized this beautiful face;

he'd seen her before—the leather-clad beauty who'd helped him out of a predicament last night. Could it be such a coincidence? She was a flight attendant? Zhang Ziwen was a little surprised. She

was quite different from last night. Last night, she was fierce and domineering, her eyes glaring. Today, she was gentle and beautiful, her voice

sickeningly sweet. Completely different people. Zhang Ziwen rubbed his eyes. A hallucination? Twins?

"It's you?" The beautiful flight attendant's smile vanished, and the look in her beautiful eyes shifted with her expression: surprise,

annoyance, then fierceness. All the flight attendant etiquette disappeared from her sweet expression.

It was her, still her—the inexplicably domineering leather-clad beauty. Zhang Ziwen looked at her fierce expression and

sighed inwardly. This world is truly pitifully small, and the coincidences are ridiculously absurd. He didn't know if he was lucky

or incredibly unlucky, but he had a bad feeling. He saw a hint of vengeance in her beautiful eyes.

What was she trying to get back at him for?

Zhang Ziwen didn't understand. As he pondered the meaning in her eyes, suddenly, everything

blurred, and a wave of heat hit his face. He felt his face was soaked. Hot and steaming, damn it! Zhang Ziwen tasted

the coffee on his lips, and his nose was filled with the aroma of coffee. She acted quickly, without any warning. Even a god

couldn't escape her actions; an entire pot of coffee was spilled on Zhang Ziwen's head and face. His white shirt under his suit instantly turned

dark brown, and the aroma of coffee filled the air.

His luck wasn't too bad; the coffee wasn't scalding hot, but the temperature was still enough to hurt Zhang Ziwen. He felt his face

burning, and his skin must be a little red now. Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly and wiped the coffee

stains from his face. He didn't understand. He stared at her with questioning eyes. Why? Why did she do this?

A surge of anger rose

within him. If it weren't for her helping him out last night, he would have really wanted to teach her a lesson for her insolence. "Oh... I'm sorry, sir, I'm so sorry, did I burn you? I'm so sorry..." The flight attendant

's expression shifted instantly, from apology to panic. She gently wiped the coffee stains from his face and

clothes , her delicate, pretty hands

waving under Zhang Ziwen's eyes. He smiled wryly again, because he saw another flight attendant approaching, presumably the head of the cabin crew. "

Damn, she's good at pretending," Zhang Ziwen thought, marveling at her expressive face. He let her

wipe , the faint fragrance emanating from her body quite intoxicating. Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of repulsion,

but surprisingly, his nose didn't react. His gaze fell on her full breasts, where there was no name tag.

"An Yun, what's going on?" The approaching flight attendant frowned slightly.

An Yun, was that her name? Zhang Ziwen couldn't deny that the name sounded really nice.

"I...I accidentally spilled coffee on this gentleman, I...I didn't mean to..." An

Yun answered softly and pitifully, as if she had committed a terrible crime. Her appearance was so pitiful, and

tears even welled up in her beautiful eyes.

The flight attendant glared at her, then switched to a polite smile: "Sir, are you alright? I'm so sorry.

I'll punish her when we get back. I apologize on behalf of the flight attendants."

"...Which airline are you with?" Zhang Ziwen was a little confused; he heard standard

Mandarin.

"China Shipping Airlines. If you have any complaints, sir, you can file a complaint with our company directly. I'm

sorry for the trouble ." The flight attendant smiled sweetly, but her heart tightened; a complaint to the company would be a serious matter.

"That's not what I meant. How does China Shipping Airlines fly from Tokyo to New York?" Zhang Ziwen wondered. It was

his hometown airline, yet he felt no warmth towards it. He guessed it was because of this unruly girl.

"Oh...it's like this, we were originally a crew flying from Zhonghai to Tokyo, but the company made a last-minute reassignment. Our

crew won't be going back to Zhonghai this time; we'll fly directly from Tokyo to New York, and then from New York back to Zhonghai

. We might be flying the New York-Zhonghai route from now on." The flight attendant explained patiently with a smile.

Zhang Ziwen didn't understand all of this, but he was certain that the plane he was on belonged to Zhonghai Airlines, and

that An Yun was Chinese.

"Sir, are you going to file a complaint?" The flight attendant was a little worried; a passenger complaint could lead to being grounded,

which was a painful experience for flight attendants, possibly a permanent one.

"Okay, you can go ahead with your work. Just have her clean it up for you. There's nothing to complain about." Zhang Ziwen

smiled; he wasn't that petty.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I apologize again. You're so kind, sir." The flight attendant gave him

a grateful smile.

Watching the flight attendant leave, Zhang Ziwen sighed and said, "Alright, your boss's gone, stop pretending."

Before he finished speaking, An Yun had already stood up, her pitiful expression turning into anger. Her little mouth was stubborn

: "You know I'm pretending? I did it on purpose, hmph." With a flick of her wrist, she threw the towel at

Zhang Ziwen .

Zhang Ziwen slightly tilted his head to avoid the towel attack. If she succeeded again, this super elite expert would be finished

. Damn it. This girl's gone mad. How dare she treat the ruthless Zhang Ziwen like that? Zhang Ziwen was annoyed. Did she have that much

hatred? Mistaking someone for someone else and still acting like she's in the right? Damn it!

"Hey, girl, that's enough. Don't think that just because I'm not having a spasm, you can become even more outrageous." Zhang Ziwen

suppressed his anger.

"Go ahead, go ahead and throw it, are you afraid of me?" An Yun glared at him stubbornly.

Damn, she was acting all pitiful just now, but now she's being stubborn. Zhang Ziwen was a little helpless:

"...I say, miss, you've mistaken me for someone else. Why are you being so mean to me? I don't owe you anything."

"Mistaken me for someone else? Even if you were ashes, I'd still recognize you. You don't owe me anything, but you owe my sister." An

Yun's beautiful eyes welled up with tears when she mentioned her sister.

"Just the fact that your surname is An is enough to make you wrong. You still say you haven't mistaken me for someone else? Your sister's surname is An, right? I don't know anyone

with the surname An at all. I'm telling you, you've mistaken me for someone else. Okay, let's stop here. Don't bother me anymore." Zhang Ziwen

felt a huge sense of relief. Sure enough, she'd mistaken him. Damn, this is so unfair.

"Who bothered you? Shameless!" An Yun argued, her face flushed. "Let me tell you, my sister's surname isn't An,

it's... never mind, you're no longer worthy to call my sister by her name, you heartless bastard." An Yun became angrier and angrier as she spoke.

She felt a surge of urge to bite him.

"Hey, you brat, what do you mean by shameless? What do you mean

by

heartless ; this brat was truly inexplicable.

"Not polite? You try it, you brat! Do you think I'm afraid of you? I'd like to see how you

dare to be impolite to me!" An Yun leaned forward, puffing out her chest, looking utterly smug.

"You're really getting cocky, aren't you?" Zhang Ziwen, enraged, reached out to grab her collar, but

his hand froze in mid-air. Where could he grab her? Grabbing her collar would inevitably brush against his chest—too full, and he risked injury.

Zhang Ziwen sheepishly withdrew his hand. He really had no way to deal with unreasonable women, especially beautiful ones. A gentleman

uses words, not fists.

"Hmph, I bet you wouldn't dare touch me. If you dare touch me, I'll scream for indecent assault, hmph." An Yun breathed

a sigh of relief, her heart pounding. She thought he was really going to attack, but seeing him stop, she added, lest he

really get angry and she'd be the one to suffer.

"You..." Zhang Ziwen glared at her, almost losing his temper. He was incredibly frustrated. What was all this about?

Damn it, he couldn't lay a hand on her. He was so angry he wanted to curse.

"Fine, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'm truly innocent. Stay away from me." Zhang Ziwen was impatient;

he didn't want to waste any more time arguing with her.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's angry, somewhat helpless expression, An Yun felt a

sense of satisfaction. This was exactly the effect she wanted—to infuriate that heartless bastard.

"Hmph, innocent? I never wrong innocent people. You know what you've done. From

today onwards, I've got my eye on you. I'll make sure you never have a peaceful life." An Yun made a threat.

"Whatever, you're sick, you're crazy." Zhang Ziwen muttered under his breath, leaning back in his seat

and ignoring her. This girl was really crazy.

"You're the crazy one, you bastard, how dare you curse me?" An Yun, with her sharp ears, heard the noise and crossed her arms,

ready to fight him.

She was quite the jerk. Zhang Ziwen turned his head to look at her. A flight attendant? This was the most polite and well-mannered flight

attendant? The image that met his eyes was truly unappealing. Legs slightly apart, hands on hips, shoulders hunched,

lips pouting, beautiful eyes wide open, glaring angrily at Zhang Ziwen—a veritable she-devil.

Zhang Ziwen was both annoyed and amused. He wanted to mess with her, but she was a woman; if he didn't, this girl wouldn't let it go.

Even the passengers sitting nearby noticed something was amiss, and the curious gazes gradually focused on Zhang Ziwen's

seat .

"Hey, mind your image as a flight attendant. Don't tarnish my airline's reputation. Look over here." Zhang

Ziwen lazily reminded her. This girl was stubborn, born in the Year of the

Ox .

If she kept making a scene, things would get out of control. It was pointless to argue with a little girl. "Mind your own business, Wang..." An Yun didn't finish her sentence. She suddenly realized her image

problem and noticed the stares from the other passengers. Her appearance was indeed unladylike.

An Yun subtly withdrew from her unladylike posture, and her elegant demeanor instantly returned. Her

beautiful face wore a sweet smile as she nodded slightly to the passengers who were looking at her, a small greeting.

Her beautiful eyes were full of apology, and her smile was extremely cute, approachable, and infectious. Faced with the sweet

smile , the passengers couldn't resist and quickly looked away from her stunning face. When An Yun's beautiful eyes fell on

Zhang Ziwen's face again, they turned into a look that looked like she wanted to bite him.

The changes were swift. Watching An Yun's ever-changing expression, Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, thinking

it was a real . Just then, he noticed the flight attendant who had just left was walking towards them again. A thought struck Zhang Ziwen;

he wanted to teach this oblivious girl a lesson.

"You brat, why are you being so fierce? Go ahead and be fierce again, and I'll teach you a lesson!"

Zhang Ziwen whispered provocatively, his eyes glancing out of the corner of his eye as the flight attendant was less than 10 meters from his seat.

An Yun's beautiful eyes flashed with anger at his words, and she retorted coquettishly, "You brat..." Suddenly, the

rest of her sentence changed: "...Sir, your clothes have been wiped clean. I'm so sorry about earlier."

Her voice was gentle, her expression sweet, and the anger in her eyes instantly transformed into disdain, then contempt, and

then a pitiful look. In a single second, her eyes shifted through four different meanings.

Good heavens, are those even human eyes? That's too fast! Zhang Ziwen knew his plan to trick her had failed. This girl

was clever; how did she know he was going to mess with her? Zhang Ziwen felt a little deflated.

The flight attendant approached with a smile, nodding to Zhang Ziwen first, then gently asked An Yun, "An Yun,

are you done?"

"Yes, Sister Yu, this gentleman has forgiven me," An Yun replied sweetly, then gave

Zhang Ziwen a sweet smile again: "Sir, you already agreed to forgive me, right?" An Yun's smile

was very sweet; she had him completely under her thumb.

Zhang Ziwen smiled, a forced, frustrated, helpless, and somewhat resentful smile.

What could he say besides a bitter smile? Should he argue with her? He had no choice but to be magnanimous towards this kind of woman.

He sighed inwardly, thinking it was just bad luck.

Chapter 151: My Beloved Woman.

Yu Jie looked at Zhang Ziwen's somewhat helpless smile, a hint of apology flashing in her beautiful eyes. With brown stains on her clothes,

no one would smile so brightly. Fortunately, this gentleman seemed to be letting it go. She

apologized , then pulled An Yun towards the back cabin. An Yun followed Yu Jie a few steps, turning back to make

a face, her eyes filled with resentment, and her lips forming the word "despicable." This meant Zhang Ziwen's

previous teasing was too despicable and shameless, but she also had a slightly smug expression, implying that he was

too green to mess with her. Her rich expressions left Zhang Ziwen speechless, unable to catch his breath for a long time. He

had learned are hard to deal with, but troublesome women are even harder.

Zhang Ziwen didn't sleep well, remaining in a state of half-sleep and half-awake. He

would be startled awake by the slightest noise. Heaven knows what this unreasonable and domineering girl would do next. It was mental torture. This

irritable state continued all the way to New York. Strangely enough, apart from occasionally glaring at Zhang Ziwen as she walked by, An Yun

didn't do anything too outrageous, causing Zhang Ziwen to worry for nothing.

As Zhang Ziwen stepped off the plane and was about to board the bridge, An Yun, standing at the door,

said in a formulaic manner with a sweet smile, "Please have a good time, sir. Welcome back to China Airlines."

Zhang Ziwen didn't even want to look at her; his head ached. But his keen hearing quickly picked up her short, whispered

words: "Bastard, you got into a car accident as soon as you stepped out the door, you scoundrel." The voice was soft, but the curse was vicious.

Zhang Ziwen was furious. Damn it, brat, is that how you curse someone? He didn't want to look at her, but he

could turning back and glaring at her. Damn it, don't let me see you again, brat! But he could only

vent his anger internally, and could only express it through his eyes. "

I'm cursing you, so what? Bite me, you shameless heartless man!" An Yun's eyes were full of satisfaction, smugness,

and contentment; her expression was rich and varied, perfectly conveying the meaning in her beautiful eyes. Beautiful, expressive eyes that could speak volumes

, eyes that made Zhang Ziwen furious. Good heavens. "I hate those hateful eyes," Zhang Ziwen thought

bitterly.

Carrying his only luggage, a leather bag, Zhang Ziwen stepped out of the airport terminal. Several

burly . "Damn it," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. It was too late to hide; these

men had clearly been waiting for him.

"Mr. Zhang, Madam Haha, we've come to pick you up. The car is on the other side, please follow us." Before Zhang Ziwen

could speak, one of the men led the way.

Zhang Ziwen gave a wry smile. He recognized the man; it was one of Madam Haha's bodyguards, Zhang Ziyong, a Chinese national.

Before becoming Madam Haha's bodyguard, he had been a special guard in Zhongnanhai, protecting dignitaries. He was extremely skilled, and Zhang Ziwen had always wondered

how Madam Haha had managed to gather such a person around her.

A stretched Cadillac was parked quietly by the roadside, with a Mercedes-Benz 500 in front and behind. Zhang Ziwen got into the car,

and the three vehicles sped smoothly and steadily towards Madam's mansion. Sitting inside, Zhang Ziwen was filled with anxiety. Clearly

, his supposed luxury Australian trip had fallen apart. How had Madam seen through his trick?

Zhang Ziwen couldn't figure out what went wrong. He was currently pondering what to say when he saw Tang Ying back home. Thinking about

seeing the beautiful and noble Tang Ying soon, and imagining her displeased expression, Zhang Ziwen felt a little flustered. He was vaguely

afraid to face this incomparably beautiful Tang Ying, even though he missed her very much…

The Cadillac drove directly to the gate of the luxurious villa and came to a smooth stop. The guard at the gate opened the door for Zhang Ziwen.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at the guard, trying to glean something from his expression, but unfortunately, he was disappointed. No

expression. Cool. What was the point of pretending to be cool at a time like this? Damn, what a disappointment. These bodyguards used to

at least give him a heads-up, like when He Li went to America, they'd at least show some

sympathy and tip her off beforehand. What's wrong with them today? It seems Tang Ying is truly angry this time. Zhang Ziwen could only

deduce this from the bodyguards' expressionless faces. He felt even more panicked, his inner

conflict between wanting to see Tang Ying intensifying.

Zhang Ziwen did see her. Tang Ying was sitting on the sofa. Their eyes met, and Zhang Ziwen

's gaze was a little uneasy. Tang Ying's eyes were so rich, conveying fear, worry, longing, dread, and even a hint of

anger—too complex for him to decipher. He couldn't understand a woman's eyes, especially not

Tang Ying, who possessed both beauty and intelligence. Her beauty and nobility remained, though her face looked a little haggard. But this didn't

diminish her stunning beauty; her beauty still made Zhang Ziwen's heart tremble.

Zhang Ziwen guiltily avoided her gaze. He truly didn't know how to face Tang Ying at this moment. He felt

a of remorse; he had lied to her, and he believed the truth about Japan couldn't be hidden from her any longer. She certainly had reason to be angry with him.

Although he had risked his life for her, he was certain Tang Ying wouldn't appreciate it. For some reason,

aside from He Li, he vaguely considered Tang Ying as family. With family, he was always

the one being lectured; if she wanted to discipline him, he could only obediently comply. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly,

hoping Tang Ying's anger would subside soon.

"You... must be very tired... go and rest..." Tang Ying didn't lecture him. Her tone was cold

and expressionless, but her care touched Zhang Ziwen's heart.

Zhang Ziwen felt a warmth in his heart, his nose tingled, and he felt like crying. A wanderer returning home—this was

his home, and she was his family. This was a strong feeling he had; he felt Tang Ying's love for him,

even though she was still angry.

Zhang Ziwen nodded slightly. He'd try to hide for as long as he could. The mental torment the girl had caused on the plane

had exhausted him; he really needed a good rest. He silently turned and went upstairs. As his

figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Tang Ying looked up at the stairs, her beautiful

eyes , glistening with tears. He was finally home safely. She sighed softly…

A safe and warm home, a large and comfortable bed. After a relaxing bath, Zhang Ziwen, wearing only his

underwear lay down on the bed. The bed was wide and soft, and he pulled up the thin velvet duvet cover. He could smell the woman's

fragrance, a deep and rich scent that warmed his heart. It was Tang Ying's fragrance, intoxicating. Had

she slept in this bed while he was gone? He could almost feel the warmth of the covers. He

sighed . Closing his eyes, in this comfortable and safe environment, he quickly drifted off to sleep. He slept soundly.

A slight smile played on his lips; who knows what fairy he was dreaming about again…

Today was the final day for his physical examination. Zhang Ziwen knew his physical condition very well; he was as strong

as an ox. This trip to Japan was a good checkup, but there was no other way.

Tang Ying definitely wouldn't allow it if he didn't complete this procedure. She hadn't spoken to him for days; their only meetings were during meals,

all conducted in silence, the atmosphere heavy. She was protesting his actions with silence, which was more painful than being scolded.

Zhang Ziwen didn't dare provoke her; he could only accept this method, more torturous than scolding. He had experienced Tang Ying's temper

once . Zhang Ziwen could only sigh inwardly, thinking how capable women were at tormenting people.

Everything was normal. When the expert congratulated Zhang Ziwen, he

caught She was still concerned about his health. Zhang Ziwen felt a slight surge of happiness. He believed that

this cold war would end soon, and he would be able to shamelessly chat and laugh with her again. He could once again appreciate her

stunning beauty when she was quiet. Quiet Tang Ying was the most beautiful woman in the world, that was Zhang Ziwen's true feeling.

Back at the luxurious villa, the antique landline rang. Tang Ying picked it up, and after a few words, she softly called

out, "Ziwen..." She placed the receiver on the table and gently said, "It's your sister calling."

This was the second time Zhang Ziwen had heard her speak since returning from Japan; it was truly heavenly music, and Zhang Ziwen

secretly .

"Hello, sis." Zhang Ziwen was excited; he missed He Li terribly.

"What's so good about it? You rascal, how did your checkup go today?" He Li's

tone was always the same.

"Very good, everything's normal, I'm all better." Zhang Ziwen felt a warmth in his heart;

there were still many people in this world who cared about him.

"Really? That's wonderful! You rascal, when are you coming home? I've bought a new house and

am living with Xiao Shu. I'm just waiting for you to come back. It's so lonely without you at home." He Li smiled, but her voice trembled

slightly ; she was probably tearing up. She missed her silly little brother terribly.

"I'm getting ready to go back to Ye now, sis, I miss you so much..." Zhang Ziwen felt a lump in his throat.

"Great! You little rascal, you know you miss me! Come back soon, and call before you come back

. Xiao Shu and I will pick you up." He Li's voice became excited at the thought of seeing her beloved younger brother again soon.

"Definitely! I'll book the tickets in a bit, maybe in the next couple of days." Zhang Ziwen was eager

to return to China immediately, thinking about seeing his beloved woman again.

"By the way, is Xiao Shu there? I want to talk to her." Zhang Ziwen really wanted to talk to Tang Shu right now.

"She...she went out, it seems she went to see Mu Qing." He Li paused slightly.

"See Mu Qing? What's she doing there?" Disappointed that Tang Shu wasn't there, Zhang Ziwen was also slightly surprised.

"It seems...it seems Mu Qing...that girl has something going on...you...you should come back soon...maybe

...it's still in time..." He Li stammered.

"...Did something happen? Tell me quickly, sister." Zhang Ziwen had a bad feeling.

"It's...not a big deal...you'll know when you get back. Sigh, what a pity about that girl...sigh..."

He Li sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Sis...tell me quickly, what happened?" Zhang Ziwen felt there was something more to her words.

"Never mind, I'm not telling you anymore. We'll see how you handle it when you get back. Anyway, it's hard to explain over the phone

. That's all, bye." He Li hung up before Zhang Ziwen could speak.

"Hello...hello..." Hearing the dial tone, Zhang Ziwen smiled wryly. He Li was always like that, impulsive and

quick-tempered.

Zhang Ziwen put down the phone and glanced at Tang Ying. She was looking at him too. Their eyes met, and Tang

Ying's beautiful eyes seemed a little moist. From Zhang Ziwen's conversation, she knew that this annoying Zhang Ziwen was going back to China

. She sighed slightly; he would eventually leave, while she would have to stay in America for a while longer.

A trace of reluctance flickered in her beautiful eyes.

Zhang Ziwen's heart trembled. He read the reluctance in her eyes—a familiar look, the kind that made his heart tremble.

He'd seen that look in Tang Shu's eyes before; he was terrified of it. Whenever he saw that look in Tang Shu's eyes, his

heart ached. And now it was Tang Ying, and his heart ached just the same.

"...Going back to China, aren't you?" Tang Ying's tone was bitter.

"Yes, something seems to have come up at home, I have to go back..." Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly.

"I...I'll arrange for someone to book your ticket right away," Tang Ying said softly. She wanted to cry; he couldn't be by her side

forever —that was reality.

"Thank you. You...aren't you going back to China?" Zhang Ziwen wanted her to come back with him.

Tang Ying gently shook her head and said, "...I need to stay in the United States for a while longer, so I can't go back for now."

Zhang Ziwen nodded sadly. He was very disappointed. He didn't want to leave her. During the time they

spent together , he realized he was very attached to her. He had developed indescribable feelings for her, very deep and heavy.

However, he had never dared to think about these feelings too deeply, afraid that he would misunderstand them. She was a beautiful woman,

a woman who could enter a man's heart. The longer he spent with her, the more deeply she was imprinted in Zhang Ziwen's heart.

Zhang Ziwen could feel her weight in his heart...

"You...go and prepare. I...want to rest for a while..." After Tang Ying finished speaking, she turned and

walked , leaving Zhang Ziwen with a stunningly beautiful back view. Her voice trembled slightly, and tears

welled up in her beautiful eyes. She was afraid of crying in front of him; she didn't want to appear too weak in front of him. She chose to escape...

Chapter 152 Zhang Ziwen watched Tang Ying's figure

disappear around the corner of the stairs. Since their recent cold war, today was

the most they had talked to, but Christmas with her felt so melancholic. His heart felt like it was weighed down by a heavy stone, so heavy, slightly

aching, and he could hardly breathe. Tang Ying, a beautiful and noble woman—how could his heart not ache?

The night was deep, and snow was falling heavily outside, but the luxurious bedroom was warm and cozy. Tang Ying hadn't

come down for dinner, and Zhang Ziwen hadn't seen her since she went upstairs. His plane ticket was on the bedside table; he was leaving

New York tomorrow, leaving behind the beautiful Tang Ying. Lying in bed, Zhang Ziwen tossed and turned. Why

didn't she spend more time with him now that he was about to leave her? Was she still angry with him? But it didn't seem like that.

Zhang Ziwen sighed softly; he couldn't understand.

Just then, there was a soft sound at the outer door. Zhang Ziwen, with his exceptionally keen hearing, heard it. Someone had entered

. Was it her? Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. No one else would enter this room except Tang Ying.

A hint of joy rose within him. He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The bedroom door opened softly. The thick wool carpet on the floor concealed footsteps, but Zhang Ziwen could sense

someone approaching. His heart quickened uncontrollably. He was slightly excited. It was her! He could already smell her alluring

fragrance—seductive, mysterious, intoxicating. Only she possessed such a unique scent, a subtle fragrance

that lingered, captivating, unforgettable.

What was she doing here so late? Zhang Ziwen remained motionless, his eyes closed, continuing to pretend to be asleep. He was curious,

his heart pounding uncontrollably. He couldn't control himself.

Tang Ying wore a gorgeous silk nightgown. The thin, floor-length gown accentuated her incredibly graceful figure—

mature, elegant, sexy, charming, a perfect woman, a perfect body.

The room's light was soft and warm. She quietly gazed at the seemingly asleep Zhang Ziwen, a young...

His handsome face, with its distinct features, was framed by a slight furrow in his brow, as if burdened with endless thoughts.

A slight revealed his youth and vitality. He lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, appearing so peaceful

and serene. It was a face that could captivate any woman. Tang Ying sighed inwardly. No wonder Xiao Shu had fallen for him; he had saved her.

Beauty loves a hero. What if she were Xiao Shu's age? Perhaps… Tang Ying gently shook her head. How could

she have such thoughts? Two blushes rose on her cheeks, making her incredibly beautiful and adding to

her allure. Unfortunately, Zhang Ziwen, with his eyes closed, couldn't see this captivating sight.

She gently sat on the edge of the bed, her fragrance filling the air. Pretending to be asleep, Zhang Ziwen suppressed the urge to sniff. He had to

restrain himself; he was afraid his slightest movement would startle the woman sitting on the edge of the bed. He was willing to close his eyes and enjoy the intoxicating fragrance emanating

from . He hoped she would stay on his bedside a little longer, even just

for a short while.

"Sigh..." Tang Ying sighed softly for a long time, a sigh of sadness, tinged with sorrow and helplessness.

The fragrance of her breath wafted directly into his nostrils, and Zhang Ziwen almost opened his eyes at her helpless sigh.

Was she troubled? Zhang Ziwen sensed her heavy heart from her sigh, but he couldn't understand what it was

. He could never fathom a woman's mind.

"Ziwen... silly Ziwen, why are you so silly? Why?" Her voice was gentle, soft,

and quiet, but Zhang Ziwen, with his super-sensitive hearing, could clearly hear every word she uttered.

"You went to Japan without telling me, was it for me? I know you must have done it for me, but

do you know how impulsive you are, how you deceived me like this? Have you thought about your sister who loves you, about Xiao Shu who loves you?

What will happen to them if something happens to you? Haven't you considered that? How will I face

the people who love you if something happens to you? Do you know how scared I was when I saw the news? I felt it was you. When I checked and

there was no record of your entry into Australia, I was even more certain of my feeling. I didn't want my feeling to be right, but

I was disappointed. It really was you, you silly Wen... Do you know how worried and

scared I didn't know if you could leave Japan safely. I was so scared... so scared that you wouldn't come back..." Tang Ying

murmured softly to herself, unaware that Zhang Ziwen, with his eyes closed, heard her clearly.

With his eyes closed, Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded. Every word she spoke resonated deeply within him. Her

voice was so gentle; he could hear the tenderness in her soft words,

the profound affection . She had been so concerned for him, so worried about him. Zhang Ziwen felt a lump in his throat; he wanted to cry. He was

deeply moved by her love and care. In his heart, he silently answered, "It's worth it. Anything is worth it for you, you

know ? I'd give you everything, even my own life, you know? You're so

important to me.

" Suddenly, Zhang Ziwen felt a few warm tears on his face. Were she crying? Zhang Ziwen struggled

to hold back. He desperately wanted to open his eyes and comfort her, "Don't cry, please don't cry for me. I'm back safe and sound

, you know? It hurts me so much when you cry for me, really, it hurts so much." His heart pounded, but he

forced He couldn't bear to face her tears.

"Ziwen...do you know how I went through the time before you came home? It was so hard,

so worrying, so scary. I was in so much pain. I'm the one who dragged you down. I was so stupid. How could I not have thought you

would take revenge for me? How could I be so foolish as to believe you went on a trip to Australia? You little rascal, you...

you lied to me so much. You're so mean, making me worry so much about you. You're so torturous, making me

miss . Do you know how happy I was when I heard you were back safely? I was so happy I almost fainted

. My heart has never been beating so fast. When I saw you back safe and sound by my side, I..."

"...I want to hug you...hug you...kiss you...kiss you..." Tang Ying's beautiful eyes were filled with glistening

tears, her face still flushed, blushing at those barely audible words. She was shy about her bold

words ; being well-educated, there were some things she couldn't say aloud, but she still couldn't hold back her

feelings. She spoke very softly, believing he was sound asleep.

At that moment, Zhang Ziwen was deeply moved by her heartfelt words. His heart was pounding; her

last words, so full of affection, made it impossible for him to calm down. He loved those words; he loved hearing them

. He was certain he wouldn't have heard them if he were awake. He felt fortunate; he had to endure it. He still wanted

to hear her innermost thoughts.

"Ziwen... Ziwen..." Tang Ying called his name tenderly, her voice barely audible,

yet it struck Zhang Ziwen's heart with a weight that seemed to weigh a ton. He longed to respond, but

knew that opening his eyes would frighten her. Having known her for so long, he understood Tang Ying's personality somewhat;

she was as thin-skinned as Xiao Shu, and in some ways, they were quite alike.

"Sigh..." Tang Ying sighed softly, "...Ziwen, do you know? I'm so happy to have met

you. From the first time we met at the lingerie store, I had feelings for you. The second time we met at the club, I

... I don't know why, but I still occasionally think of you in the days that followed. This is

something . Maybe... maybe I can sense your excellence. My feeling was confirmed by our subsequent interactions. You

... are truly excellent. And I also had a premonition, you know? I had a premonition that I would see you again. I never expected it.

My premonition was really accurate. That night you stood in front of my bed, and I recognized you at a glance. I wasn't

scared at all. I... I was secretly very happy, really... do you believe it? I was

happy ..."

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "I believe it, I really believe it. Actually, you know what? I had the

same premonition. I would see you again. From the first time we met, I was already thinking about where I would see you again, you

know?" I even considered continuing to work at my sister's shop, hoping I might see you

again there. But after meeting Xiao Shu, I changed my mind. I didn't want to just drift through life like before. Leaving my sister's shop left

me with a lingering regret; I thought I'd never see you again. I never expected to see you again at the club. You were so beautiful

that night , you know? When I saw you again, I was so happy. My heart was pounding,

and I was embarrassed for making a fool of myself in front of you. You must still remember how my sister pinched my ear, right? I really...

How embarrassing! I never imagined I would look so awkward in front of you.

"Thinking about it, you're really like a big boy. When I saw your sister twisting her headphones, I really wanted to laugh.

Your embarrassing moment back then keeps popping into my mind. You were so big and still getting scolded by your sister. You were

the cutest back then, so well-behaved, such an obedient child..." Tang Ying's lips

curved a smile as she recalled his embarrassing moment at their second meeting at the club. She gently shook her head and continued

, "Why are you so disobedient now? Why won't you listen to me? The car accident, the trip to Japan—

I was initially happy for you doing all this for me, but I can't let you take such risks for my own sake.

You shouldn't have been so impulsive. You... you'll hurt Xiao Shu's feelings. Sigh, you two are the

love of my life. Promise me, okay? For Xiao Shu's sake, you must take care of yourself. When you return to China, love her well and take good care of

her for me. Promise me, you will love her for the rest of your life. If you betray her, I... I won't let you get away with it..."

Hearing this, Zhang Ziwen felt a little strange. She hadn't known Xiao Shu for very long, had she? Why am I so

concerned about her? Maybe... Xiao Shu is really adorable. She's a girl that everyone admires. No one in this world

would have the heart to hurt her, and I certainly wouldn't hurt her in the slightest. Maybe she thinks the same way. Zhang Ziwen didn't

think too deeply about it. At this moment, Tang Shu's gentle and beautiful face floated into his mind, and a warm smile appeared on his lips. He missed Tang Shu

.

"...This child, you must be having a good dream. You're even smiling in your sleep." Tang Ying's beautiful eyes revealed a woman

's tenderness. Her slender hand gently stroked his forehead, the movement very light and gentle...

Zhang Ziwen realized that his smile could only remain. The movement of her hand made him feel comfortable. He enjoyed

her gentle caress on his forehead. He could feel the warmth of her hand, which warmed his heart...

"Ziwen...you and Xiaoshu are such a good match. When I found out you were together, I...I was so

happy. I hope you're dreaming about her now..." Tang Ying's hand didn't stop. She continued to gently caress

his forehead, and now it had lightly slid to his cheek. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness.

I often dream about Xiaoshu, really, but...sometimes I also dream about you. I don't know why? These past few

nights, I've dreamed about you the most. I believe that when I dream about you, I'll be smiling too, Zhang Ziwen murmured to himself

.

"By the way...you...you've dreamt of me? These past few days I...I've dreamt of you...sigh, I

can only see you in my dreams. In my dreams, I feel so happy..." Tang Ying seemed to have a telepathic connection with him. She

recalled her dreams from the past few nights, her cheeks flushed, truly breathtakingly beautiful. What did she

dream about him?

Hearing her tender, poignant words, Zhang Ziwen's heart, which had gradually calmed, began

to race again. So fast, what did she dream about him? No...could it be the same as his? I dreamt of

holding you! Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of shame. The noble Tang Ying appeared in his arms in his dream; he felt

he had defiled her.

"Sigh...I shouldn't have dreamt of you, but I can't control my dreams. Fine, I can only

receive your love from dreams in this life. This...is my fate..." Tang Ying's expression held a faint sadness.

What was she sad about?

Chapter 153 Loving Him But Rejecting His

Love? What do you mean by that? Why do you say this is your fate? "I... I don't understand?" Zhang Ziwen

hesitated to think about it, afraid to continue, but he secretly longed for her to explain it clearly. Love? What kind of love was it? He

sensed her sadness, and at the same time, he was infected by it. He felt powerless, a sense of bewilderment. He could only

vaguely perceive it; sometimes, too clear a feeling would leave him helpless…

A fragrant breeze wafted over, and Zhang Ziwen felt a sweet, warm breath on his face. Then, he felt a dampness on his

forehead , soft and sweet—it was her kiss, a breathtaking tenderness. Her kiss lingered on

his forehead for a long time. Heavens, Zhang Ziwen's heart suddenly raced. He couldn't hold back any longer. He opened his eyes, and what came into

view was her fair and slender neck. Her intoxicating fragrance lingered in his nostrils.

His hand moved; he couldn't control it. He gently embraced her soft waist, the touch as delicate as warm jade, an electric

sensation. He could feel the delicate skin beneath her nightgown. His heart pounded with joy; her alluring body…

…

The movement of Zhang Ziwen's hand made Tang Ying's body tremble slightly. She was awake? What am I doing? She

struggled to lift her bent-over body, but she failed. His hands were so strong; she felt the pressure on them, and

her body completely lost its balance, most of her body forced to press against his chest.

How could this be? Tang Ying was deeply ashamed. He had discovered her stolen kiss; it was so embarrassing. She closed her beautiful eyes,

unable to face him. A blush spread across her face, and the shy Tang Ying was the most beautiful woman in the world at that moment. Zhang Ziwen was stunned. Before his eyes was a stunningly

beautiful

face. The shy woman was the most beautiful; that was true.

The shy Tang Ying deeply moved him. He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment; he couldn't

use words to describe how beautiful and moving she was. He could only stare at her exquisite face, his heart

pounding , pounding joyfully. At the same time, she could feel her own heartbeat; it was the same as his, her heartbeat beyond

her control.

Tang Ying's shyness grew stronger. She could feel her full breasts pressing against his firm chest.

The electric shock made her feel the two rosy, stubborn protrusions at the tips of her breasts. She dared not move, for even

the slightest struggle brought an indescribable sensation, a tingling, electric feeling. How could this be? she asked

herself again…

He deeply understood her feelings; the mature, perfect woman's body was changing. Her body

grew softer and softer, and he could clearly feel the changes in her sensitive areas. At the same time,

the parts of him he didn't want to change reacted. Damn reaction, he suppressed it. He could only do this; he didn't want to

shamelessly , because he saw the shame and embarrassment on her face, her body trembling. A wounded fawn,

a pitiful expression—she was a perfect, noble woman. He knew Tang Ying's personality; if he didn't control

himself , he would never see her again. It was difficult; he forced himself to endure the hardship, but he didn't want to

let her go so easily. He wanted to repay her with tenderness.

He gently raised his head, and with unerring accuracy, he found her moist, alluring lips. Their sweet

fragrance stirred his soul. He wanted to pry open her lips, he longed to explore even sweeter places, he yearned

to possess her smooth, delicate lips.

She trembled slightly, her body suddenly still. She felt his unrestrained lips; he was kissing her lips. The earth

seemed to stop spinning. What was he doing? How could he do this? No, her heart whispered, no,

she forced her beautiful eyes open. She saw his eyes, so close they couldn't be closer. This little guy had actually stolen

her kiss with his eyes! Their eyes inevitably met, a naked gaze, a naked kiss. Tang Ying's

already flushed face grew even redder. She felt her ears burning, the back of her neck throbbing.

A sudden wave of guilt washed over her. She realized the problem was serious. She regretted it—regretted coming to his

room, regretted sitting on his bedside table, regretted her stolen, tender kiss. Oh no, had he been

awake ? Could it be that he... heard her words? What had she said to him? Tang Ying's heart pounded wildly.

It was too shameful. She wanted to believe that her tender kiss had awakened him, but this... already made her

feel utterly ashamed .

Tang Ying felt a slight dizziness. She couldn't accept this fact. His lips were still on

hers . She could already feel his slippery, ravaging touch. This little guy was still being naughty. He actually wanted to enter her.

A slight wavering arose in her heart. She felt a little confused. No, she couldn't let this happen. That faint sense of guilt

invaded . He belonged to Xiao Shu. Tang Ying's heart screamed, trying to stop his insolence. She couldn't let him continue like this

. Tang Ying's adorable face appeared in her mind, becoming clearer and clearer

. Her reason was slowly returning. "

...Let me go." Tang Ying forcibly suppressed the desire in her heart. She resolutely pulled away from his unrestrained lips.

"Why? I... like you. I like you." Zhang Ziwen gazed at the stunningly beautiful

face that was now a foot away from him, and he was resigned to it.

"Don't talk nonsense. Liking someone doesn't mean anything." Tang Ying's heart trembled; his words were so

bold .

"Then... what if it's... love?" Zhang Ziwen struggled to utter

the word he had never uttered to any woman before: love.

"Nonsense! Don't talk nonsense! Do you even know what love is?" Tang Ying nearly collapsed. This was the first time she

had ever heard a man say such a thing to her; no one dared to say it to her like that.

"I... love... you." Zhang Ziwen's eyes were filled with tenderness. He uttered those three words almost without thinking,

and he didn't understand why he had said them. After saying them, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief. When

he realized this, he was shocked. Had he already fallen in love with her? From vague to clear, it all

erupted in that instant.

Suddenly, Zhang Ziwen felt his mouth being covered—it was Tang Ying's delicate, soft hand, which

had covered his mouth just as he finished speaking. But it was too late; her hand had moved a beat too late, and the words had already been fully expressed

.

"You...you can't...you can't say that to me...you can't..." Tang Ying's beautiful eyes

instantly filled with tears, her heart surging with immense emotion. She was moved by his words; her heart had been stirred

. She couldn't help but be moved by his heartfelt words, words she wanted to say but dared not. When he

lay in the ambulance, his face covered in blood, at the moment of the car accident, she had silently told him countless times in her heart that she

loved him.

Now, her intuition told her she couldn't let her heart be moved. The deep affection in her beautiful eyes flashed by, replaced by

... It was sorrow, it was pain. An insurmountable chasm existed between her and him; they could never be together, never

.

Zhang Ziwen's mouth was covered by her hand. He felt the trembling of her small hand, he felt the turmoil in her heart.

But soon he sensed her calm again. Her eyes were so complex; he could read the pain in them. Her

eyes were recovering. Returning to their cold, lonely look, the look that only appeared when she was quiet. And

whenever he saw that look in her eyes, he felt a vast distance between them, as far as the ends of the earth…

“Enough. I don’t want to hear your nonsense anymore. I never want to hear you say such things again. Please

remember what I said.” Tang Ying's voice was cold. She released her hand from his lips and sat up.

A chill ran through Zhang Ziwen's body; he felt as if he were in an ice cave. Her voice was so cold; she

had ruthlessly shattered his feelings for her. This was the first time he had heard such a heartless voice.

Despair filled his eyes, and he felt an unprecedented pain. His heart was being torn apart by her cruelty; it ached terribly. "

Forgive me, please don't look at me like that, it breaks my heart. Please," Tang Ying pleaded. His

gaze made it hard for her to breathe; it was filled with pain, sorrow, and despair. She hated herself for

the pain she had caused him, for the cruel hurt she had inflicted. To love him yet have to reject him—there was no greater pain in the world than

this. At that moment, Tang Ying was the most tormented woman in the world, and she could only continue to suffer like this…

Zhang Ziwen was unaware of Tang Ying's pain; he was already in despair. Her rejection and rebuke made him feel her

ruthlessness. At this moment, he couldn't describe his feelings; they were extremely bad, utterly terrible. He didn't regret saying he

loved her, but he regretted being so presumptuous. He forgot his own status; he

was unworthy of her. He was just a toad, while she was a noble swan, so unattainable. Now he finally

deeply understood how painful it was to love someone. He had lost her forever. He made a decision in his heart: after he left

this place tomorrow, he would never see her again. He would bury this painful feeling deep within him; this was the best choice, he had no

other way.

"Forget me...love Xiaoshu well, she's the one you should love most..." These were Tang Ying's

last words as she left the room. As she turned, her beautiful face was streaked with tears. She could only leave to

prevent him from seeing her; she didn't want to show him her weakness and sorrow. She wanted to extinguish his hopes.

Xiaoshu—Tang Ying's words struck the tormented Zhang Ziwen like a heavy hammer. He already had the

incomparably beautiful Xiaoshu. He had someone who loved him and whom he deeply loved. Tang Ying's words weren't a reminder; she

hoped Xiaoshu would be happy, and only Xiaoshu was worthy of him. But her words cruelly dragged Zhang Ziwen back to reality.

Was he dreaming? His thoughts drifted, the beauty vanished, and back in reality, Zhang Ziwen could only recall the previous...

He treated the scene as a dream, but why did his heart ache so much? His mind was in turmoil; he felt despicable and shameless.

He felt even more unworthy of saying those words to Tang Ying. Did he deserve to say he loved her? God, I am truly a

complete bastard, a heartless scoundrel, a fickle and unfaithful person.

That girl was right; he really was that kind of person. An Yun's resentful

eyes flashed through Zhang Ziwen's mind. Her words were not unjustified. Lying on the bed, the pain in Zhang Ziwen's heart was unimaginable. He was deeply remorseful…

…

As dawn broke, Zhang Ziwen stood up. He hadn't slept all night, caught in a deep conflict

of . He walked to the window and gently opened it. The snow outside had stopped,

but the rooftops and treetops were still covered in a blanket of white, the ground completely covered. A cold wind blew in, but Zhang Ziwen

felt a chill. He wanted to endure the cold wind forever; perhaps only then could he regain his senses…

At the New York airport, snowplows were parked along the roadside, the roads cleared. Zhang Ziwen got out of the car and shook hands

with Zhang Dayong, who had come to see him off. His eyes darted around as he shook hands. Tang Ying hadn't come to see him off; he

had longed to see her one last time, but he was disappointed. He found no trace of her. Zhang Ziwen felt bitter.

She no longer wanted to see him. Sigh… He sighed softly. Goodbye New York, goodbye Tang Ying. He

turned away sadly and walked towards the departure hall, his steps heavy with unspeakable sorrow…

The flight from New York to Zhonghai gradually disappeared into the clouds. In an open area of the airport, a beautiful

woman stood beside a stretch Lincoln. It was Tang Ying. Her face was covered in tears. She had been watching his

figure walk from the bridge into the cabin. She had arrived here long ago, so she could clearly see the plane take off.

Here, he wouldn't see her farewell. He's gone. Forgive me, Ziwen, please forgive me for treating you like this…

Tang Ying murmured sadly. She knew she had hurt him. She begged for his forgiveness. Ziwen…

do you know? "I...love...you..."

The plane had disappeared, and Zhang Ziwen couldn't hear her words. Tang Ying could only say these words in her heart forever.

Perhaps this tormented couple could only ever say these words in their hearts: "I love you..."

In first class, Tang Ying's arrangements wouldn't be unfair to Zhang Ziwen. She had chosen a

window seat, seemingly the same one she'd chosen on their last trip back to New York. Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of familiarity, but

at this moment he was depressed. He couldn't grasp that familiarity. A flight attendant pushed a cart closer,

"...Please give me a drink." Zhang Ziwen wanted to drink; he wanted to get drunk...

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