[Yang Liuqing Jade Guanyin] Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Coming and Going
The vast, boundless mountains stretched as far as the eye could see. In the twilight, a group of five traversed the towering peaks.
An Xin slipped, nearly tumbling down a steep slope. A pair of strong hands caught her and pulled her
to the top.
"Be careful." The voice was low, but filled with deep concern.
"I really can't go on anymore, let's rest." An Xin leaned against a large tree, her breathing rapid.
"Then rest for a bit. It's not safe here. Ten minutes at most. Stay alert."
The man who had pulled An Xin to the top cautiously surveyed their surroundings. The group dispersed and disappeared into the darkness, each
carrying a semi-automatic submachine gun, appearing extremely well-trained.
An Xin, supporting herself on the tree trunk, slowly sat down on the ground. In the darkness, her face was deathly pale, her expression blank and
wooden, as if she were utterly exhausted. She was exhausted. Crossing such a mountain was no easy
feat even for those mercenaries, let alone a seemingly delicate and quiet girl like a school teacher. She was truly exhausted, but even more exhausted
was her heart.
Duan Long was the opposite of Duan Hu, and An Xin couldn't imagine such a stark contrast between the two brothers. Aside from
a slight resemblance in their features, their personalities were completely opposite. Duan Long was too calm and meticulous in his actions.
The plans he had meticulously crafted with Captain Pan and Lao Zhou, which he had considered countless times before, were now being put into practice. Facing an
opponent like Duan Long, she felt a profound sense of powerlessness.
When Duan Long was persuading her to stop drug trafficking, he mentioned the disastrous
arrest operation six months prior that had brought shame upon the Nande Anti-Drug Brigade. Duan Long hadn't been to the transaction site, but he had still sensed danger
and secretly sent eight Burmese mercenaries to follow his brother. This contingency plan caught
the officers involved in the arrest off guard, resulting in a major loss.
Through their interactions over this period, An Xin was quite certain that he had genuine feelings for her. However, even though he believed
her 99%, he still harbored the last 1%. This time in Myanmar, Duan Long didn't take her through the
hidden underground passage, but instead chose to cross the border over mountains.
An Xin even had some doubts about the existence of that underground passage. But such a large quantity of drugs
couldn't be smuggled in this way. Aside from the difficulty of crossing mountains,
frequent passage in any area would leave traces, and border guards would often ambush
those who passed through those traces. Along the way, An Xin had carefully observed that the route they were taking was almost untouched
; it was a new route and relatively safer.
Duan Long took the water bottle hanging from his waist and handed it to him. "Have some water. Hang in there a little longer;
we'll be safe once we get over that next hill." In the pale moonlight, the outline of his face was faintly visible—
a strikingly handsome and masculine man.
Why, despite committing such heinous acts, did fate bestow upon him such a face?
The other man An Xin thought of was Mao Jie. Both were involved in drug trafficking, and both possessed
faces that could captivate women. Of course, in terms of cunning and scheming, Mao Jie couldn't compare; in terms of the quantity of drugs he trafficked, Mao Jie was worlds apart
. But it was Mao Jie who caused her fate to undergo a dramatic transformation, like a rollercoaster,
hurtling from its highest point to its deepest valley. And what about Duan Long? What changes would he bring to his fate? Would he
climb upwards again to embrace new light? Or would the rails suddenly break, plunging him into an unfathomable abyss?
"Can you still walk? Should I carry you for a bit?"
Carrying someone across such treacherous mountains would be far more difficult than pushing one's limits.
An Xin gritted her teeth and stood up, saying, "I can still walk." No matter how difficult the road ahead, she could only continue
.
After crossing two more small hills, Duan Long's expression noticeably relaxed, and the Burmese mercenaries straightened
their backs; one even whistled softly.
"Have we crossed the border?" An Xin asked him. Duan Long looked back and said, "Yes, we have."
Stepping onto foreign soil, An Xin felt a strong sense of tension. From this moment on, she
would have no support, fighting alone. She thought of her comrades lying in pools of blood, and her heart hardened again
.
Further on, the road became easier to walk, and she could already see faint light in the distance. An Xin had arrived
in the Fourth Special Region of Eastern Shan State, Myanmar. Shan State was historically governed by local chieftains and
was incorporated into Myanmar after its independence. Shan State has a history of sharp conflict with the Myanmar government. In 1993, Khun
Sa, the leader of the Shan State Army, known as the "Drug King," declared Shan State's secession from the Union of Myanmar and the establishment of an independent state. It wasn't until 1996,
under pressure from the Wa Army, the Myanmar military, and the Thai government, that the Shan State Army surrendered to the Myanmar military regime.
Shan State consists of four special regions. Except for the Third Special Region, the leaders of the other special regions are all of Chinese descent. The Fourth Special Region
borders Yunnan Province of China to the north, Laos to the east, and the Second Special Region of Myanmar (Wa State) to the west. It covers an area of over
4,000 square kilometers and is the main area in northern Myanmar where Chinese people reside. The Fourth Special Region has a relatively small population compared to the other special regions,
but it enjoys the highest level of autonomy; though called a special region, it is essentially an independent kingdom. At 3:00 AM, they finally arrived at a village. People were already waiting at the crossroads, and they 　　entered the village
under the guidance of these people .
This was a small natural village with a small river and some simple thatched huts scattered along its banks.
Entering a larger house, a man who appeared to be the village chief stood up upon seeing Duan Long, clasped his hands together in
a gesture of respect, and Duan Long returned the gesture.
Myanmar is a predominantly Buddhist country, and although Duan Long was born in Yunnan, he came to Myanmar with his parents at a young age.
Seeing the devout look on Duan Long's face as he bowed, An Xin felt an urge to ask him, "Do you believe in Buddhism?"
However, in her interactions with Duan Long, she always adhered to one principle: speak
as little as possible, and if possible, remain silent.
On the wooden table were several large bowls. At the bottom of one bowl was a piece of fried fish, topped with rice mixed with leek roots,
raw garlic cloves, and shredded meat. Two other bowls contained a yellowish substance resembling corn porridge. An Xin knew it wasn't corn
porridge, but a famous Shan dish called tofu noodles or warm tofu, made with chickpea flour.
The rice was thick porridge. It was also a famous Burmese dish called Shan rice.
Making such a meal in such a small and remote village must have taken considerable effort; Duan Long was undoubtedly their honored guest.
Having walked all night along mountain paths, An Xin was quite hungry. She ate a whole bowl of rice and also finished off the bowl
of tofu noodles sprinkled with scallions and looking very appealing. Duan Long ate less than
An Xin. He chatted casually with the village chief, but his eyes kept glancing at An Xin, making An Xin hesitant to look up.
"We still have a long way to go tomorrow, so let's rest here for today. We can set off again at noon tomorrow
."
Led by the village chief, An Xin arrived at a thatched hut resembling a Dai bamboo house. This was the only
two-story house in the village. An Xin couldn't understand the village chief's words, but Duan Long said, "The village chief said this place is too
simple, so we'll just have to make do." An Xin said, "That's fine, no problem."
As they went upstairs, Duan Long followed behind, making An Xin feel uneasy and her steps falter
.
"I won't go up. You rest well. There's water up there; you can wipe yourself down. Everyone here goes to the river
to bathe, and there's nowhere to bathe. Just stay up all night, and you'll be fine tomorrow." Duan Long, who had one foot on the stairs,
stopped.
"Okay, I understand."
Although he didn't follow, An Xin still felt uneasy. Duan Long probably wanted to come up, and at
this moment, she believed he wouldn't do anything inappropriate. He was simply being kind, wanting to see
how the room was arranged and if she needed any help. But he had caught her subtle reaction; he
was a formidable opponent.
Only after entering the room did An Xin completely relax. She thought,
how could someone as shrewd as Duan Long not have noticed her weakness? It was because he liked her that he had lowered his guard. But Duan Long still didn't
completely trust her; otherwise, why would he take such a big risk crossing the border instead of taking the
shortcut to the other side? What if the return journey involves traversing mountains and valleys again? All that risk would be
for nothing.
However, Anxin remained clear-headed; she would only know the route back when she arrived. First and foremost, she needed to be able to get back
. This wasn't in Lameng; she had Lao Zhou by her side, and the entire Nande anti-drug squad as her support. She was still
in the embrace of her motherland, and although the journey was dangerous, she was fearless. But in this foreign land, she felt
a profound sense of loneliness. The thought of spending the next few days with Duan Long made Anxin's heart
tremble.
Anxin sat on the bed, beginning to sort through all the information. She needed to carefully recall everything; any small
flaw could be fatal. Anxin's fabricated story was that she came from a large family
with extensive drug distribution channels in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. She was adopted by this family from a young age and married the patriarch's nephew,
Lao Zhou, who was posing as her husband. Because the police had intensified their crackdown on drugs, the supply channels had become problematic, and
the family sent the two of them to Yunnan, hoping to expand new drug trafficking routes. Anxin believed Duan Long wouldn't discover
any flaws in this story because the family's existence was real, and Lao Pan and Lao Zhou had made meticulous arrangements.
Captain Pan's plan was to lure them out, using huge profits as bait to bring Duan Long, Duan Hu, and the fake clan
leader together. Of course, the meeting wouldn't be in La Meng, making the arrest easier. On that occasion, Anxin brought 100,000
yuan to buy drugs, just samples to test the quality of the drugs provided by Duan Long.
When Duan Long expressed his affection for Anxin, telling her to stop this extremely risky business and wanting to live with her,
Anxin left without saying a word. Later, Duan Long came to see her again, and Anxin described her
marriage as arranged by her family. She said her husband treated her well, but lacked passionate love. This description
left much room for interpretation, at least not causing Duan Long utter despair.
This time, her trip to Myanmar with Duan Long was ostensibly at his invitation to visit a drug production base there
. An Xin gave Duan Long the impression that she was hesitant,
struggling internally, and engaged in a fierce internal struggle regarding whether to leave her husband and be with him. When she agreed to go to Myanmar with Duan Long, he grabbed
her hand in his joy. An Xin tried to pull away several times but couldn't, and finally let him hold it. This was their
only physical contact so far.
The next plan was to first gain control of the secret drug trafficking route, and then An Xin would feign agreeing
to leave her husband and go to Myanmar with him. However, she felt she had to repay her family for raising her for so many years, and establishing
cooperation was the last thing she would do for her family, allowing her to leave in peace. Once cooperation was established,
a meeting with the clan chief would be necessary, which would give Duan Long a chance to leave Lameng and then eliminate them.
But the plan encountered trouble as soon as it began. For some reason, Duan Long was still wary of her.
This made An Xin feel the gap between her ideals and reality once again.
In the corner of the room sat a wooden tub, with brand-new towels placed beside it. Having trekked over mountains and valleys,
her clothes were covered in mud, and the sweat made her feel damp and sticky, extremely uncomfortable. This was the second floor, facing
a river, so she wasn't worried about being spied on, but the thought of undressing and drying herself here still made Anxin feel uneasy
. However, after thinking it over, she got out of bed and walked towards the wooden tub.
Her partner, Lao Zhou, had previously worked as an informant in a gang. Before she arrived, Anxin had asked him how
to avoid being detected. Lao Zhou told her: "If you want perfection, you have to get into character,
like a skilled actor. When you're acting, you have to feel like you are that person. If you can't do that, the minimum requirement
is that your behavior must be normal; any abnormality will arouse suspicion from your opponents." Now, having sweated so much, and
being a clean person, not changing her clothes or drying herself would be abnormal.
She blew out the oil lamp, and in the faint moonlight streaming through the window, Anxin took off her clothes one by one
. In the dim, hazy light and shadow, a slender yet curvaceous body gradually
revealed itself. Her flawless, jade-like skin radiated a pearly glow in the darkness.
The small, humble room brightened because of her presence. In the soft glow, she appeared exceptionally beautiful, a beauty
tinged with ethereal grace, mystery, and a saintly purity and compassion.
Wiping her body with a damp towel, Anxin suddenly sighed inexplicably. Having weathered storms and
endured countless hardships, her heart was riddled with wounds, but her appearance and body remained unchanged.
Returning to the front lines of the anti-drug war, both for the sake of her work and to alleviate her inner pain, Anxin underwent
rigorous daily training. Soon, her arms and legs became stronger and more toned, especially her legs, which developed a more perfect shape.
Anxin was already slim, and as the remaining fat was burned off through exercise, her breasts became firmer, her hips more shapely, and
her waistline became increasingly defined, her figure almost comparable to when she was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Taekwondo champion
.
All women love beauty, and Anxin was no exception. But after Mao Jie's incident, she realized that beauty can sometimes
be a burden, sometimes even dragging one into an abyss of despair. After meeting Yang Rui, this feeling
gradually lessened. However, the feeling about her own beauty still
lingered like a nightmare.
But the source of this trouble wasn't Duan Long, but Lao Zhou, her partner on an inside mission.
Lao Zhou, whose real name was Zhou Haitian, was specially transferred from the province to solve this shocking case that gripped Yunnan. He
was a legendary figure, having solved many major organized crime cases, but few knew him because
he spent most of his time on the most dangerous inside missions.
At first glance, An Xin couldn't see any great ability in this ordinary-looking man, but gradually
, his image grew in An Xin's mind. It could be said that, besides Captain Pan, Lao Zhou was the person An Xin admired most
.
The time she asked to work with Lao Zhou on an inside mission was An Xin's darkest moment. Five anti-drug
officers fell before An Xin. The moment the hidden guns fired, they shoved An Xin aside and
rushed forward themselves. Five vibrant lives vanished before An Xin's eyes; her heart felt torn apart, shattered.
Before An Xin had fully recovered from her grief, Captain Pan told her that Yang Rui had gone to America and was probably
preparing to marry a woman named Bei Bei. An Xin blankly replied, "That's good.
I hope he can be happy." Only An Xin knew that the last glimmer of light in her heart had been extinguished.
Without Lao Zhou, An Xin didn't know how she would have gotten through those dark days. Lao Zhou didn't talk much,
but every word he said hit the nail on the head. Perhaps even if it was the right words, they wouldn't necessarily be effective, but the words of someone she admired
had a certain impact. Furthermore, the extremely harsh working environment didn't allow
her too much sadness, and she slowly emerged from the darkness.
It wasn't until a month later that An Xin truly escaped the darkness. She returned to report to Captain Pan and, out of
curiosity, inquired about Lao Zhou's situation. Captain Pan hesitated for a long time before telling her that Lao Zhou once had a beautiful wife
and lovely children. During his inside job, he dismantled a long-established criminal organization, only
to face a vicious revenge attack from its remnants. His wife and child were brutally murdered. He was shot in the chest,
and they thought he was dead, but only two out of ten thousand people have their hearts on the left side—that two in ten thousand chance
allowed him to survive.
When An Xin returned to La Meng, her heart felt lighter. Lao Zhou, like herself, had suffered the most painful
wound of his life, yet he remained so strong. If he could do it, she could too. Their shared experience made An Xin
feel more compassion for Lao Zhou. Lao Zhou continued to treat her as well as before, but later, An Xin recalled that
from that moment on, there seemed to be something in Lao Zhou's eyes, something she hadn't noticed at the time
.
That incident happened so suddenly, without any warning; An Xin hadn't expected it at all. One day,
Lao Zhou didn't say where he was going, but he didn't return until very late. An Xin was a little anxious, so she went to look for him along the stream. She walked
a long, long way, and suddenly An Xin saw Lao Zhou. He was facing the stream, kneeling under a tree,
with a silk handkerchief and three stacked apples on a stone in front of him. Lao Zhou was trembling. An Xin didn't hear any crying, but she saw
tears streaming down his face.
She knew without a doubt that today was the anniversary of his beloved wife's and son's deaths, and he had gone to a secluded place
to express his endless longing for them in this way. Lao Zhou saw An Xin and was immediately at a loss. In that
instant, a strong maternal love surged within An Xin, driving her to rush over and tightly embrace
Lao Zhou, who was crying like a baby.
"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here, I'm here, it will be alright, it will be alright."
Later, An Xin vaguely remembered what he had said, but she couldn't recall when or under
what circumstances they had started kissing.
At the beginning of her memory, Anxin was already lying down beside a tree. That day, she was wearing a grass-green sleeveless short-sleeved
shirt, a traditional Dai garment. Dai clothes are typically short and form-fitting, like the one she was wearing, revealing a small
section of her slender waist, which looked very beautiful. At this moment, Anxin was being held tightly by Lao Zhou. She didn't notice that
her thin sleeveless shirt, along with her bra, had been pulled down to near her neck, and Lao Zhou's shirt
was also open, her breasts pressed against his chest without any barrier.
"Why is this happening? What's going on?" Anxin realized that the person kissing her was Lao Zhou, her companion
and partner. So her first reaction was shock outweighing fear, but she still instinctively resisted. But Lao Zhou held her
so tightly, his arms like iron, making it impossible for her to move; she wanted to speak, but her mouth was blocked, his
tongue sometimes entering her mouth, sometimes forcefully sucking her tongue away.
"This can't be! This won't do!" This was An Xin's second thought after the initial shock. As she tried to
struggle harder, she saw Lao Zhou's bewildered yet tear-filled eyes. In that instant, An Xin's strength
seemed to vanish. She thought, Lao Zhou must have mistaken her for his deceased wife.
"He should come to his senses soon." Once this thought formed in An Xin's mind, she was already unable to break free from the...
Fang held her tightly, unable to escape the passionate kisses that rained down like a storm.
An Xin truly felt fear when Lao Zhou's hands, encircling her petite body, penetrated
their tightly pressed bodies. The pain from his grasping and kneading her breasts made An Xin realize that her upper body was completely naked
.
In terror, though her body couldn't move, An Xin desperately shook her head, trying to separate their intertwined lips.
"Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou, wake up! Wake up! Look at yourself, I'm not your lover!"
An Xin tried to bring Lao Zhou to his senses, but his words completely stunned her.
"An Xin, I love you, I really love you."
It turned out that Lao Zhou didn't consider her his wife; this fact left An Xin's mind reeling.
"Rest assured, it's true, it's really true, I truly love you! Let me take care of you, let me protect you, I promise I
'll treat you well, please, okay?"
As Old Zhou said "please," he had already lifted An Xin's skirt and pulled her underwear down to
her knees.
To be continued...
A chapter is usually around 10,000 to 15,000 words. Seeing that there are 6,000, I'll post this first. Regardless of whether there's applause or not
, I still want to share my story with everyone. Fantasy Today

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/145867.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=145867&aspx=1

Previous Page : The Fragrance of Power

Next Page : [Rights and Obligations: School Staff Section]

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Yang Liuqing Jade Guanyin] Chapter Four

comment Open a new window to view comments