Who will love me?

A month later, Ai Ling was discharged from the hospital. She first returned to Jun'er's rented apartment, and after resting for a day, she immediately rushed to Zhe Ye's residence in Tamsui. She rang the doorbell, but no one answered. She waited for a long time, from day to night. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan; she feared that his injuries were too severe, which was why he hadn't returned, but she didn't know his whereabouts.

For three consecutive days, Ai Ling waited there; this was the only method she had left. On the day of her discharge, she immediately went to Zhe Ye's company to inquire. The security guards were relatively polite, but the switchboard operator and receptionist were not so friendly. Because Zhe Ye rarely brought her to the company, almost no one knew about her relationship with him, so when she was kicked out, she was warned not to talk nonsense.

A month later, Ai Ling still had no news of Zhe Ye. Just when she thought that her encounter, acquaintance, and love with Zhe Ye were nothing but a dream, a news item in the financial section brought her crashing down.

Tetsuya Yamashita, the only grandson of the president of the Yamashita Group, which wields significant influence over the Japanese economy, is engaged to Sakurako Saito, the beloved daughter of the Saito family, a match of equal social standing. He will inherit the Yamashita Group after the marriage. Their union represents a fusion of two major powers in the Kanto region, and the Nikkei index is projected to...

Jun'er also learned of this news. She immediately rushed back to her residence from the shop. Opening the door, she found the house dark. Ai Ling didn't seem to be there, which made her even more anxious. She walked to Ai Ling's door and heard faint, suppressed sobs. Her heart tightened, and without knocking, she burst in. Ai Ling's room was dark, without any lights. She turned on the main light and saw Ai Ling curled up in a corner like a wounded animal, her face buried in her knees.

"Ai Ling," she said, crouching down beside her and hugging her trembling shoulders.

"He doesn't want me anymore. He's tired of me. He didn't even tell me. But he said he loved me!" Ai Ling spoke with heartache, crying bitterly, sinking into an abyss of helplessness and despair.

Jun'er was speechless, unable to offer any words of comfort to Ai Ling. Ai Ling didn't need comfort; she needed Yamashita Tetsuya, but he was about to marry another woman, shattering Ai Ling's last hope. She simply held Ai Ling and wept with her.

"Cry, Ai Ling! Cry out all your sorrow!"

************

Tokyo, Japan.

Tetsuya and Sakura's engagement ceremony was being actively prepared amidst Yamashita Yanagisawa's anticipation and Saito Yuichiro's urgency.
"Tetsuya, I'm so happy! I've been waiting so long to be your bride!" Sakura, leaning against Tetsuya, was quite smug; everything was proceeding smoothly under her and her father's plan.

During the time she had been taking care of Tetsuya, Yamashita Yanagisawa was extremely satisfied with her; she had used every trick in the book to achieve her goal. Upon seeing Tetsuya's incredibly handsome face and imposing physique, she could barely contain her urge to pounce on him. Especially since arriving in Tokyo, she couldn't always hire male escorts, and her sexual hunger was almost unbearable. If it weren't for her father's repeated admonitions that all her restraint was paving the way for the future, she would have already sought out two or three to satisfy her cravings.

Tetsuya said, "Sakurako, I'm also really looking forward to our marriage soon. I want you so much, my virgin bride."

Sakurako was startled. She hadn't been a virgin since she was fifteen; it seemed she would have to get some minor surgery.
"Yes...yes! On our wedding night, I'll be yours." She responded with feigned modesty.
"Then at least give me a kiss!" Tetsuya said, reaching out to kiss her lips.

"Oh! No! I want to save my first kiss for our church wedding; that's my wish." Sakurako blushed shyly, pushing away Tetsuya's face as he tried to hit her, a sly glint in her eyes. She wanted his desire to build up until it exploded on their wedding night; that would be incredibly exhilarating. Just imagining it made her wet. "Tetsuya, you should rest. I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to check on the engagement preparations." Her face was completely dignified and virtuous, but her mind was already wandering to the little prop she'd left in her drawer to replace a man's penis. She just wanted to get back to her room as quickly as possible.

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At one o'clock in the morning, all was quiet. Tetsuya got out of bed, walked to the phone, picked up the handset, and entered an international long-distance number on the illuminated button.

"Hello." A man's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Shinobu, it's me." Tetsuya shed the amnesia he'd feigned in front of everyone during the day, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"I've been waiting for you. I knew you hadn't lost your memory," Shinobu replied. He often used this trick too.

"You're still so annoying, acting like you can't hide anything from your idiots," Tetsuya said sarcastically without any mercy.

"Then why are you looking for someone as annoying as me?" Shinobu retorted.

"When I first woke up, I really forgot everything, completely. But the day Sakurako went to the hospital, I remembered the conversation between the two assassins after the car accident."

"You didn't faint? That's unexpected. You must have heard something very interesting!" The information Shinobu obtained was also quite interesting.

"Yes, thinking about the conversation between the two assassins and my observations over the past few days, it further confirms that this matter is absolutely related to Saito Sakurako." Tetsuya said with certainty. "

This car accident was planned by Saito Yuichiro and his daughter. Originally, Sakurako was going to instigate the assassins she had hired in Taiwan to stage a car accident to kill Ai Ling. I didn't expect you to be in the car too." Shinobu had intended to inform Tetsuya immediately after receiving the information, but she was still a step too late.

"My God! I actually underestimated that woman's ruthlessness. It seems that Sakurako's target is all the women who get close to me." Tetsuya's eyes were like the water of a lake in the night, filled with bloodthirsty ruthlessness.

"There's a murderous urge in your tone," Shinobu pointed out casually.

"Death is too easy for them. I have other things to entertain them with," Tetsuya said, narrowing his eyes and scoffing.
"Oh, tell me about it!" Shinobu asked with interest.

"I'm currently 'inconvenient' to recover my memories, so I'll leave everything to you," Tetsuya said, his tone completely devoid of any sense of needing a favor.

"Anyway, I'm quite free right now, and the Hong Kong project isn't in a rush to proceed," Shinobu said casually, as if discussing the weather. "I'll play with your prey first. The key question is, how should this hunt be conducted, and to what extent should it be enjoyed?"

"Completely destroy the Saito family, especially the Saito father and daughter. I want them to suffer a fate worse than death!" Tetsuya said coldly. He wanted the Saito father and daughter to pay double the price!

"That's it?" Shinobu couldn't believe this was the task Tetsuya most wanted to entrust to him.

"Tell me, how badly is Ai Ling injured?" He dared not admit the emotions he kept deep in his heart.
"She regained consciousness at the same time you woke up. I couldn't help but wonder if you two had planned it together!" Is this telepathy?

"She was also unconscious for five days? Then she..." Tetsuya was worried about Ai Ling's injuries, but he wanted to kill Saito and his daughter immediately.

"After she regained consciousness, she kept looking for you. When she suddenly learned of your engagement, I think she would rather lose her memory," Shinobu said seriously.

"I'm afraid she can't handle this. Is she still in the hospital?" Tetsuya continued to ask. He wished he could sprout wings and fly to Ai Ling's side immediately to tell her that the engagement was fake, that it was a scheme to lure the enemy out, and that she was the only person he loved in this life.

"She originally had bruises and injuries all over her body, and her right leg was broken, but she has slowly recovered with treatment and was discharged yesterday."

"I'll put the plan I mentioned into action immediately. I need to see results as quickly as possible!" Tetsuya's icy tone sent a shiver down Shinobu's 　　spine.

"No problem." Shinobu paused, then continued, "I'll keep an eye on Ai-Ling for you." 　　　　　　　　　　　"

Thanks." Hanging up the phone, Tetsuya gazed at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky outside the window. Ai-Ling 　　, wait for me, wait for me to get justice for you, 　　and then I will return to your side, forever protecting you, loving you. Tetsuya vowed in his heart. ********** ... 　　In Tokyo, Sakurako was still naively anticipating her wedding. After trying on her dress, she went to an expensive jewelry store and selected several sets of priceless accessories. When she tried to pay, she took out her credit card, but the store manager tried several times and said the card was invalid. She immediately flew into a rage, yelling that the machine was faulty, and stormed off. 　　Sakurako picked up her cell phone from her handbag, intending to call home and tell her father to cancel all financial transactions with the bank that issued her credit card, but found that the phone couldn't make calls. She cursed and smashed the phone. Just as she was venting her anger, three burly men in sharp suits blocked her way. Their calculating eyes were hidden behind opaque sunglasses. Sakurako was stunned for a moment, but anger flashed in her eyes. She yelled at them to get out of the way, but they didn't move. Suddenly, they bowed deeply to her. 　　"Miss Sakurako," the three men greeted her respectfully in unison. 　　"Who are you?" Sakurako replied haughtily. 　　"We were sent by Grandpa Saito to serve Miss Sakurako," one of them answered. 　　"My father sent you?" Sakurako questioned. Why hadn't her father told her beforehand? 　　"Yes, Grandpa Saito wants us to serve Miss well, especially 'that aspect'," the same person answered, making a gesture. He made a circle with his left thumb and forefinger, inserted his right middle finger into the circle, and then tightened his left hand. 　　Sakurako understood his gesture, and a surge of desire immediately arose between her legs. "So, have you prepared anything special for me 'that aspect'?" She began to feel restless, her wariness quickly disappearing. 　　"Yes, Miss Sakurako, please come with us." The two men reached out and helped her into a black, extended Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside, and accompanied her to the back seat, while the other man got into the driver's seat. 　　The car drove smoothly through the streets of Tokyo, the air conditioning at a comfortable temperature, but Sakura, reclining on the leather seat, began to feel restless. "Where? How much longer?" she asked impatiently. 　　"The first show is right here, starting now." The two men removed their sunglasses and suit jackets. 　　"Here? Now?" Sakura paused, then smiled lewdly, "Okay, right here. Now let me see what you're capable of!" 　　The two men proceeded with practiced ease. One of them embraced her, pulling her close to him, while she automatically rubbed her breasts against him, looking up at him with a seductive smile; the other grabbed her thighs, pulled down her high heels, leaving only her black stockings, and then began to caress her from her ankles upwards. 　　The man holding her extended his slick tongue and began licking her red lips, cheeks, earlobes, and neck, before returning to her lips. She opened her mouth and moaned incessantly, her tongue coiling around his like a serpent. Their passionate kiss was intense, their wet tongues entwined. His large hands then climbed up to her chest, grabbing her top and bra and tearing them apart forcefully. The fabric ripped open, completely exposing her upper body, her two large breasts bouncing out. He cupped them, lifting them high, his fingers moving slightly. She responded by twisting her upper body, pressing her breasts forcefully against his hands. Encouraged, he tightened his fingers and began to pinch and knead her soft nipples, making them erect and throb. He then lowered his head and took one into his mouth. His tongue, like a small snake, coiled around her now hard as a pebble, licking and washing it, increasing her sensitivity, and biting harder. 　　Sakura cried out lasciviously, offering her full breasts even more into his mouth. "Oh! Suck harder... all my breasts are yours." She grabbed his hair, which provoked him to roughly squeeze her other white, plump breast. 　　The man, holding her ankle, forcefully tore her long skirt, the thin fabric splitting in two down to her waist. She spread her knees, twisted her wasp waist, and swayed her plump hips. He unceremoniously tore her already soaked, transparent panties, and thick love fluid flowed between her thighs, forming a glistening patch. He spread her thighs wide, admiring the alluring red flower between her thighs, glistening with dew. His slender fingers parted the layers of petals, revealing the trembling entrance of her vagina, which was opening and closing, with more honey flowing out. Like a traveler parched for a long time, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, and continuously sipped the gushing love fluid from her entrance, while his long fingers dipped in some of the honey and probed the clitoris at the tip, beginning to fiercely ravage it, drawing circles, teasing, and hooking. 　　Intense pleasure and overwhelming ecstasy surged from Sakura's lower body, through her abdomen, and spread to her breasts, causing her to arch her upper body even higher. She gasped for breath, "Oh! Faster! Lick me...fuck me, give it to me..." Her almond-shaped eyes were half-open, fantasizing that she was the most lewd female slave. 　　The fingers that were rubbing the most delicate clitoris on her body moved faster and faster. Just as she was about to reach the peak of pleasure, his movements suddenly stopped. She was stunned for three seconds, and then, as he switched to using the tip of his tongue to penetrate her honey hole, which was beginning to tighten, she wildly swayed her round buttocks, as if trying to shake him off, but instead arching her body to tightly grip his tongue. Then his wicked long fingers returned to her engorged and swollen clitoris, kneading it with even greater force. 　　Sakura had never encountered a man with such superb sexual skills. The two were perfectly in sync, and she screamed like a wild female beast, "Mmm... thrust into me again... thrust harder!" The slightly ajar car window let Sakura's high-decibel, wanton moans echo throughout the streets. 　　The car continued driving, circling the bustling city, the rising temperature inside fueling Sakura's lust even more, and a thin layer of fog appeared on the car window. 　　"Miss, you're such a slut!" The two men told her to rest after she reached her climax. 　　"Yes! If this is all you've got, I'll be very disappointed!" Sakura shamelessly draped herself over the two men, glancing at their still-clothed bodies. "It's not fair, your clothes are still on." She reached for their already throbbing erections, stroking and squeezing them incessantly. 　　"Miss, the second act is about to begin." The two men exchanged knowing smiles, unzipped their pants, and removed all their clothes, revealing their huge, hard male symbols, erect and pointing straight upwards. 　　Sakura was consumed by lust. "So big, so thick!" She licked her lips hungrily, like a cat seeing cream. 　　One of them grabbed her hair, roughly pulled her up, and dragged her to his crotch. "Eat it." 　　She opened her mouth wide and greedily swallowed it, her hands working in tandem to grasp it and move it up and down, her tongue licking and sucking it slipperily. The other man pressed her forward-leaning upper body down, his large hands locking her slender waist, pinching her plump, white buttocks, and with a powerful thrust of his hips, he forcefully plunged his erect penis into her still wet vagina from behind. The penis in her mouth reached deep into her throat, the sounds of flesh colliding mixed with the splashing of fluid, which excited her even more. 　　The two men exchanged glances and quickened their pace, attacking from both sides. Each man simultaneously fondled Sakura's swaying breasts and her still-engorged clitoris, greatly satisfying her desires that she had endured for several days because of the plan.

The man, his erect penis shoved into Sakura's mouth, let out hoarse cries, "Oh! Suck me, suck me hard, dance your tongue around." Glistening saliva slid from the corners of her mouth, flowing down her chin, neck, chest, breasts, finally dripping onto the seat cushion from her swaying nipples.

The man behind her swayed faster, thrusting his hips harder, his thick penis plunging in and out with fierce strokes. The louder his groans, the faster and more rapid his hip movements.

The two men's hips thrust wildly and violently, Sakura's mouth gushing first, which she licked and swallowed. The man behind her, immediately smearing her love juice with two fingers as her inner walls contracted and tightened, mercilessly inserting his penis into the hole above her vulva as he ejaculated, causing her to moan and cry out incessantly…

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The car stopped, and the surroundings were dark—this was Sakura's first impression upon regaining consciousness.

Those two men's sexual skills were truly remarkable. She savored the memory, but where were they? She was the only one left in the car. Where had they gone? Were they buying her clothes? She was covered in tattered fabric, only her stockings were intact. She pushed open the car door and found herself in a vast underground parking lot. Only two emergency exits were visible, their red lights above the doorframes emitting an eerie glow.

She got out and took a few steps. "Hey, is anyone there?" Hearing her own echo startled her. She walked back to the car, somewhat frightened, and tried to hide inside, but found the doors locked. She frantically tried to pry them open, but to no avail.

"Pretty lady, are you looking for me?"

someone spoke. Sakura couldn't see clearly, but she knew it was a man from the voice. As the man approached, she smelled a foul odor on him.

"She's looking for me." Another man approached.

"It's me." Yet another man approached.

"It's me."

The stench of unwashed sweat and the stench of someone who had rolled in a garbage dump enveloped Sakura.

"Who are you? Don't come near me, get away!" Sakura roared in fear. She liked clean men, not dirty, smelly ones. Where were the people her father sent?

"You smell so good, like you've been in heat." The dark wall of people moved closer and closer to her.
"Don't come near me! Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" She pressed herself against the car body, forcefully pushing away the hands that touched her.

"She's a young lady!" Her hands were grabbed.

"Her breasts are so big!" Several hands groped her breasts.

"Let me go! Don't touch me! Get away!" No one listened to her cries.

"What about down there? Look down there!" The crowd clamored.

"Damn it! Are you all crazy?! I'm going to kill you all!" Her legs were also grabbed, and her struggles were completely useless.

She was lifted up and placed on the hood of the car, her hands and feet held down, lying on her back in a "spread-eagle" position. She shouted, threatened, and cursed, using every swear word she could think of, but all she got in return was more hands crawling onto her. Suddenly, a spotlight shone on her, and she squinted, momentarily disoriented.

"Miss Sakura, the third program is about to begin. Please enjoy." A sinister, eerie voice echoed in the empty basement.

"No! You can't do this to me! Father won't allow you to do this to me!" Sakura screamed.
"Who cares about old man Saito!" A mocking laugh followed.

"You weren't...you weren't sent by Father..." she realized, a powerful fear accompanying the darkness making her tremble.

"You know too late." The eerie laughter reverberated.

"No—" Sakura screamed in terror.

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"Don't you think people always miss out on things?" Ai Ling murmured, sinking into the sofa. "People always think they can keep wasting time, carelessly letting many opportunities slip by, until one day they realize they've missed their chance, and then they regret it and cry." Her gaze settled on an oil painting hanging on the white wall.

The painting depicts the beautiful Alishan Mountain, capturing the most beautiful moment of early March, with different varieties of cherry blossoms blooming in profusion; Yoshino cherry blossoms stand out brightly amidst the sea of flowers, petals falling like rain in the spring breeze.
Jun'er emerges from the kitchen carrying a crystal plate filled with bright red, fresh strawberries.

"Ailing, didn't you promise me you wouldn't be sad anymore?" Jun'er sets down the plate and sits beside Ailing.
Ailing's lips curl into a forced smile. "I'm not sad, just sighing." "

What's the difference between sadness and sighing?" Jun'er doesn't want to see Ailing continue to look so worn out.

"Sadness is just feeling heartbroken; sighing means you've moved past the heartbreak, but occasionally look back and reminisce." Ailing is striving towards the latter.

"Fine! I can't argue with you. Have some strawberries while you're thinking about them! I went to the market early this morning to buy them; they're very fresh." Strawberries are Jun'er's favorite fruit; during season, she practically eats them every day.

"It must be expensive!" Ai Ling picked up one and tasted it lightly.

"Just eat it all." Jun'er said, devouring it without any ladylike manners.

"I'm thinking of going for a walk in the nearby park, do you want to come?" Ai Ling knew Jun'er was still worried about her and always reminded her repeatedly before she left.

"No, you go get

some fresh air by yourself. I contacted your parents and I'm going to visit them." Jun'er used the Jin family elders as a reminder of Ai Ling's responsibilities, trying to distract her from her heartbreak. "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back and tell me about their recent life." Ai Ling walked out of the building and headed towards the Coconut Grove 　　Avenue on Ren'ai Road. As she walked, Tetsuya

's tall figure once again pierced the deepest part of her subconscious 　　. His bright features were full of intoxicating gentleness, as if he were telling her his love again and again, making it impossible for her not to think about him...

**********

... 　　"Grandpa, please help me, considering our families are about to become in-laws!" Saito Yuichiro seemed to have aged considerably overnight. 　　"I announced the annulment of the engagement at the press conference this afternoon." Yamashita Yanagisawa's eyes flashed with shrewdness and determination. At the very beginning of Saito Yuichiro's financial crisis, an investigation report was placed on his desk, detailing the cause of Tetsuya's car accident in Taiwan, instantly igniting his anger to its peak. "Even the entire Saito family's wealth and lives wouldn't be enough to atone for what you and your capable daughter did to my grandson!" His hand gripping his cane trembled with rage. 　　"Me and Sakurako?" Cold sweat trickled down Saito Yuichiro's forehead and ears. 　　"Yes! I know everything you've done." Yamashita Yanagisawa's sharp gaze seemed to want to slowly torture Saito Yuichiro. 　　"I... I don't understand what you mean." Saito Yuichiro guiltily looked away. 　　"The car accident you and Sakura planned." 　　These words struck like a death knell, draining all color from Saito Yuichiro's face, causing him to collapse to his knees. "I...I..." His lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

"Just you wait!" Yamashita Yanagisawa didn't even glance at Saito Yuichiro, turning and leaving, leaving Saito Yuichiro sitting on the ground, still terrified.

******************

One night during a torrential downpour, Saito Yuichiro was found lying in a dark alley. His tendons in his hands and feet had been severed, and half of his tongue had been cut off, yet he was still alive. The police report stated, "Debt collection by the yakuza, no real culprit found."

"Aside from Saito Sakurako being sold to the Middle East, are you satisfied with the handling of Saito Yuichiro?" Shinobu reported his "masterpiece" with amusement.

"I'll remember this favor," Tetsuya replied, somewhat pleased.

"Then you can 'regain your memory' now!"

"Tomorrow I'll regain my memory in front of the old man, and then fly back to Taiwan." Tetsuya missed Ai Ling terribly. Every night he dreamed of her crying so sadly, like a helpless child; his heart was breaking, and several times he couldn't help but want to rush back to Taiwan. She needed him, and he needed her even more. Having discovered that their hearts already belonged to each other, this period of separation felt like torture.

"Fly back to Taiwan immediately after regaining your memory after the performance! That old man will be heartbroken," Shinobu teased. Based on his observation, Yamashita Yanagisawa already knew the truth, because some of his actions to retaliate against the Saito family had gone too smoothly.

"What does it have to do with me?" Tetsuya said coldly

. "Of course it does. He's the only blood relative you have in this world," Shinobu said incisively. 　　　　　　　　　　　"
The knot between us can never 　　be untied. I'll contact you again later," Tetsuya deliberately ignored his inner turmoil and ended the conversation. ********** ... 　　"Wait." Yamashita Yanagisawa wasn't surprised by his grandson's "memory recovery." The revenge against the Saito family was over, and Tetsuya naturally didn't want to stay any longer. However, he hoped Tetsuya would stay because he was his only family in the world. 　　"Is there anything else? I'm in a hurry." Tetsuya's tone didn't soften even slightly. 　　"Can't you forgive me? Turning around and leaving immediately after dealing with the Saito family." Yamashita Yanagisawa tried to persuade him. 　　"When did you find out the truth?" Tetsuya frowned unhappily. 　　"When you started destroying the Saito family." Yamashita Yanagisawa admitted frankly. 　　"You're too nosy." So that's why Shinobu suspected the operation had gone too smoothly, but he wasn't grateful at all. 　　"I know your operation was quite meticulous, even today's 'memory recovery' was quite spectacular, but we are family after all. Do we really have to be enemies and hold grudges for life?" Yamashita Yanagisawa grabbed Tetsuya's hand excitedly. 　　Tetsuya said calmly, "Since you've seen this 'memory recovery' drama, you should know I won't play along with you anymore." " 　　Yamashita Yanagisawa slumped, letting go of his hand. "I'm old. I want to hand over the Yamashita Group to you." His grandson's words dashed his hopes. 　　"I don't want to." Tetsuya looked away, deliberately ignoring the desolation in Yamashita Yanagisawa's eyes. "Farewell." He walked out without looking back. 　　"Grandpa." Tsubasa entered from outside and quickly supported Yamashita Yanagisawa's swaying body. 　　"He's gone. He's left me again." Yamashita Yanagisawa said absentmindedly. 　　"Grandpa, don't be discouraged. The young master will understand. He'll come back." Tsubasa recalled the way Tetsuya's fists clenched tightly when he left. He thought that a corner of the young master's heart had softened. His eyes were much gentler than when he first left home, but he resisted his softened heart. 　　"I'm afraid I can't wait any longer!" Yamashita Yanagisawa said sadly. He didn't want to grow old alone. 　　"No, sir, the time is almost here for you and the young master to reconcile your differences," Yi Su said confidently.

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