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Eve

“You’re right, but women, they always have unrealistic hopes and desires, wanting men to love them more. But when it comes down to it, it’s all in vain. I’ve seen through it all. Only money is eternal. With money, you can have any kind of man you want, calling them to come and go at will.”

As she spoke, there was a hint of resentment and malice in her expression, appearing like a woman who had been hurt by love, regretted it deeply, and now harbored extreme hatred towards men.

The Supreme Lord’s lips curled into a hint of a smile.

“Although there is a vast age difference between us, our opinions surprisingly coincide. We might even become good acquaintances.”

“Jinhong dare not lift her love higher than you, Supreme Lord.”

Although she claimed not to dare, Lin Yan did not move an inch, displaying impressive mental fortitude.

“Enough with the idle chatter. I called you here to discuss a serious matter,” The Supreme Lord said, taking a sip from the teacup on the table.

Lin Yan perked up, alert all over.

“Go on.”

“I believe you are aware of the upcoming transaction in five days, scheduled for…”


“Central Scenery Industrial Port.”

After typing out this line, Lin Yan hesitated for a moment before finally pressing the send button.

Once she had left, Kuba emerged from behind the mirror. In just a few days, he had regained his ability to walk freely, his strong physique giving him astonishing recovery speed.

“Why did Supreme Lord tell her?”

“Do not suspect those you need, and do not trust those you suspect.”

“But what if…” Kuba’s voice trailed off, still feeling uneasy. Although he didn’t fully understand, his instincts told him that this woman was dangerous and strange. She seemed powerless, yet she instilled a sense of fear deep within him.

The Supreme Lord lifted the now cold teacup to his lips, a mysterious smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Exactly for that ‘what if’.”


“Good evening, viewers. Now, it’s time for the weather forecast. The Central Meteorological Observatory issued a typhoon red alert at 6 p.m. today. Typhoon ‘Korowang,’ the eighth typhoon of the year, is moving southeast at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour with little change in intensity. It is expected to make landfall along the southeastern coast of our country tomorrow. Due to the typhoon’s impact, most coastal areas in the province will experience sustained gale-force winds of 8-9 levels tonight through tomorrow, accompanied by heavy to torrential rain. Relevant departments are advised to prepare for geological disasters such as mudslides, landslides, and more…”

The female broadcaster on the television spoke clearly. Ji Jingxing packed the takeaway food into the insulated bag, picked up her umbrella, and prepared to head out.

“Mom, Xiaowei, I’m going to deliver food to Yuhang,” she announced after glancing at the gloomy sky outside.

“It’s a typhoon day. When I come back, I’ll stop by the convenience store downstairs and buy some things. Let’s not go out these days.”

Mother Song escorted her to the door, hesitating, “Or… should I go with you?”

Ji Jingxing glanced at Xiaowei, who was playing with blocks on the sofa, and smiled.

“I’ll go by myself. I don’t feel comfortable leaving Xiaowei alone at home.”

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“Alright, be quick and make sure to call once you’re downstairs. Mom will come to pick you up.”

Perhaps due to the past incident, the Song family had become especially cautious.

Ji Jingxing nodded, “Okay. After I leave, make sure to lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone until I come back.”

“Alright.” Mother Song watched her leave until she had descended the stairs and was no longer in sight, then she locked the door behind her.

There was a small camera at the door flashing a red light, its wire connected inside the house, allowing for easy alarm activation with a single press. The phone number programmed into the system was the nearest police station as set by Song Yuhang.

In addition to the regular security door outside, equipped with a Grade B lock, an extra door was added inside the house by Song Yuhang’s special request. It was designed to withstand even a normal bullet, let alone petty theft.

Despite these precautions, for some unknown reason, sitting in a home as fortified as a stronghold, Mother Song still felt a lingering sense of unease.

At that moment, she did not yet realize that this unease was not from Ji Jingxing, but from Song Yuhang.


Central City Hospital.

ICU.

The nurse registered her and led her inside, glancing at the food container in her hand.

“You don’t need to bring that in, the patient can’t eat yet.”

“Not even liquid food?”

The nurse shook her head, “No, the gastrointestinal function hasn’t recovered yet. The patient has been receiving nutrition through IV drips these days.”

“Alright.” Ji Jingxing sighed in resignation and placed the insulated bag on the examination table before changing into hospital clothes to enter the room with the nurse.

“Yuhang, Yuhang, wake up.” As soon as Ji Jingxing entered, she saw her lying in bed, tightly covered by the blanket with only one arm exposed for the IV drip. She had an oxygen mask over her nose. Ji Jingxing felt a pang in her heart, her eyes welling up with tears.

At Ji Jingxing’s calling, Song Yuhang slowly opened her eyes, taking a while to find focus.

“Sis…”

Song Yuhang was wearing an oxygen mask, which made speaking difficult and her voice hoarse.

Ji Jingxing tightly held her hand, “Mom asked me to come see you.”

Song Yuhang shook her head slightly, inadvertently causing pain in her wound, grimacing in discomfort.

“I’m fine…”

The two of them then talked about Mother Song’s health, Xiaowei’s recovery progress, and the visiting time was almost over.

Song Yuhang was on a confidential mission, so she only told others that she was injured during routine duty.

Seeing her family worrying about her, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. As she was about to leave, she took the initiative to hold her hand back.

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“I’m sorry…”

Ji Jingxing turned around, pressing her hand and tucking her in with the blanket.

“We’re family, we don’t need to say sorry for this.”

If it weren’t for Lin Yan, setting aside their identities, Ji Jingxing could easily be considered a gentle woman.

But there were no “ifs.”

Song Yuhang released her hand, giving a faint smile.

“Sis, Mom’s health is not good. Please take care of yourself more. If you need help, there is still some money in my salary card. The password is my birthday. If it’s not enough, withdraw it. Don’t be so hard on yourself. If you find a good man… cough…”

“Seize the opportunity.”

Since the falling out with Lin Yan, Ji Jingxing had kept her distance and rarely shared personal thoughts with her.

Ji Jingxing was taken aback, her sensitive nature sensing that Song Yuhang was hiding something from them.

“You…”

Before she could finish speaking, a nurse knocked on the door from outside.

“Visitor for patient in bed fifteen, visiting hours are over.”

Song Yuhang raised her hand slightly and gestured to Ji Jingxing.

“Sis, let’s go. Go back home. Goodbye.”


Time flies like a white horse passing a crevice. It had been half a year since Lin Yan left her, and now it was already the eve of the exchange.

Song Yuhang closed her notebook, leaving today’s diary page blank.

This would be Feng Jianguo’s final time seeing her. Once midnight passed tonight, the battle would begin, and he would have to stay at the command center of the city bureau, unable to leave casually.

“Why did you stop writing?”

Occasionally seeing her a few times, she always carried this notebook with her.

Song Yuhang got up from the bed, having already changed into her military uniform before he arrived. The bandages she had been wearing to tend to her injuries in the past few days were still on, but she started to remove them as she spoke.

“I will bring her back. There is no need for that.”

Feng Jianguo looked at the trees swaying in the wind and rain outside. The typhoon had passed, but the heavy rain lingered.

“Tomorrow, the Provincial Anti-Drug Bureau and the Special Police Force will join forces for the battle. The City Criminal Investigation Support Team will only be responsible for peripheral tasks, while the Armed Police Force will stand by at all times. They will only intervene when the situation is out of control. However, I suggest you not wait until that moment.”

Feng Jianguo turned back to look at her.

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“There are people in the city bureau who work under me. The members of the Criminal Investigation Team also know Lin Yan. I have no authority over the Armed Police Force, and I’m not sure if they have been infiltrated, so…”

Song Yuhang removed the bandage from her arm and began wrapping a bandage around her hand, tightly tying a knot with her teeth.

“Understood. I will take down the Supreme Lord and Kuba before that and rescue Lin Yan.”

She spoke these words with unusual calmness. While others may see it as overreaching, she had a certain confidence after confronting Kuba once.

Feng Jianguo patted her shoulder and turned to leave.

“I’ll wait for good news from you.”

After he left, Song Yuhang tied a sandbag to each leg, put on her combat boots, tied her shoelaces, and smoothly sheathed the military knife she grabbed from the bedside cabinet in her right hand. She then hung it on her leg.

With everything ready, she sat down on the bed, took out a pocket watch from her tactical vest, opened the dial, placed Lin Yan’s photo inside, flattened the edges, closed the dial, and placed it close to her body.

Lin Yan, wait for me. Wait for me to bring you back home, my fiancée.


LP: Sorry for the no updates yesterday, cleaning took a lot of time than I expected.



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