The end of a blue duckweed (1)
(LP: Duckweed is a tiny aquatic plant that floats on the surface of water. Blue duckweed refers to the smallest or thinnest duckweed at the end of a growth cycle, often used metaphorically to describe something or someone insignificant or unimportant.)
The phone call wasn’t answered and was hung up immediately, a sense of foreboding rose in the man’s heart. He gritted his teeth slightly, turned to glance at the command vehicle not far away in the woods, made up his mind, took out and broke the SIM card from his phone, then threw the phone into the nearby pond. Putting on a mask himself, preparing to leave, he was suddenly held at gunpoint.
His whole body stiffened, slowly turning back, to find a soldier in green camouflage standing behind him, their face stern.
“Officer Zheng, come with us.”
The sound of rustling footsteps came from the woods, a group of people surrounded him, pointing guns at him.
Zheng Chengrui forced a smile and raised his hands.
“Shoot on the spot.” Hu Senji thought of Zhao Junfeng’s order, and coldly waved his hand.
To his surprise, no one seemed to listen to him anymore. In a moment of desperation, he suddenly grabbed someone else’s gun and aimed it at the Supreme Lord, slightly pressing the trigger with his thumb.
“No!”
Seeing the situation turning dangerous, Song Yuhang rushed forward, lifting the gun barrel slightly. The bullet shot up into the sky with a bang. As if awakened by the gunshot, the armed police officers in camouflage outfits around her all aimed their guns at her.
Hu Senji’s face turned pale. “What does this mean?”
Song Yuhang chuckled coldly, “Go explain to the leaders of the Ministry of Public Security and the Commission for Discipline Inspection yourself.”
“Take him away!”
She raised her hand slightly, and led by Xue Rui, the criminal police advanced to restrain him and dragged him out.
“Song Yuhang, you are just a local cop, what authority do you have to arrest me…”
Hu Senji was still struggling, his angry roars echoed far, but no one paid him any attention.
Watching the farce in front of him, the Supreme Lord smirked slightly.
The box in his hand, filled with money, had spilled out due to the sudden gunshot. He subconsciously raised his hand to protect himself, causing the colorful banknotes to scatter all over the ground. Only a small portion of them were genuine Chinese yuan, the rest were all paper money.
Without needing to think, his overseas accounts must have been frozen as well. He thought he had won completely, but ended up losing terribly.
Song Yuhang saw his expression freeze instantly, his face turning grayish-white, and she slightly smirked.
“Take him away.”
As soon as the words fell, a figure emerged from the crowd, stumbling and running towards them. Lin Yan kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground, then pounced on him, grabbing his collar tightly and shaking him, her eyes red with anger.
She punched him relentlessly, saying, “Give back my father, give back my brother, give back Chu Nan’s life!”
Caught off guard, no one expected her sudden attack. The Supreme Lord was struck, blood splattering from his nose, and he foamed at the mouth.
Lin Yan pulled out a dagger from behind her, the one used to kill Tiger, still emanating a bloody scent, and fiercely stabbed it into his chest.
Song Yuhang’s pupils shrank, hastily running over in three quick steps, tightly embracing Lin Yan’s waist and pulling her back.
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“Lin Yan!”
Someone grabbed her, and the rest of the people rushed forward to help the fallen Supreme Lord up, handcuffing him, crossing his hands behind his back, and escorting him onto the speedboat.
Lin Yan continued to struggle, roaring hysterically, eyes wide open as she watched her father’s killer walk past her calmly, board the police boat, and collapse on the ground in exhaustion, unable to speak.
Song Yuhang also knelt down, pressing her head into her chest, caressing her hair as tears streamed down.
The real-time satellite footage abruptly stopped here.
Zhao Junfeng let out a long sigh, took off his reading glasses, rubbed his forehead, seeming somewhat regretful, yet also feeling a sense of relief.
Feng Jianguo stood by his side, about three to five steps away, and the other leaders in the command room also surrounded him.
The command vehicle was already surrounded by the armed police.
Inside his heart, he also let out a quiet sigh.
“Director Zhao, let’s go, don’t make things difficult for us.”
The old man smiled bitterly, “When did you find out?”
“At Zhongjing Industrial Port, under the arrangement of the Ministry of Public Security, Lin Yan was executing a top-secret mission. Only I and she had direct contact, and anyone who knew this address was either a drug dealer or a mole.”
It was probably even longer, starting from the ambush faced by Song Yuhang and Lin Yan when they returned to Jiangcheng City.
Zhao Junfeng thought he had crafted a flawless plan, but his subordinates had hastily left the scene, overlooking two rubber bullets on the vehicle.
Song Yuhang retrieved those two bullets, and no one knew she had met with him, including Lin Yan.
The setup probably began around that time. However, no one anticipated Lin Ge’s interference. Lin Yan’s faked death was also a stroke of luck. Initially keeping it secret from Song Yuhang was due to her fragile health conditions and the need for secrecy in the operation – the fewer people who knew, the safer Lin Yan would be.
The decision to conceal the truth from Song Yuhang also had Lin Youyuan’s approval.
Feng Jianguo still remembered what he had said at that time.
The old man, lying sick in bed, had a hint of a smile in his eyes.
“If they can still be together after this ordeal… cough… then I… can rest assured.”
Feng Jianguo asked in return, “But what if they can’t?”
Lin Youyuan let out a long sigh, “Then it will be their fate. But Lin Yan…”
When he mentioned his daughter, he paused slightly.
“To defeat the Supreme Lord, to grow rapidly, perhaps in the future, there will be no one or nothing that can harm her. It’s fine if they can’t be together. A person without vulnerabilities will be invincible forever.”
His words made Feng Jianguo hesitant to agree, yet he also felt his fatherly deep love for his children, even if it was expressed in his own way.
Lin Yan had thought that everything would settle down, and she would be overjoyed. However, now her heart was filled only with sorrow.
The sea breeze howled, blowing her hair into disarray. She refused medical help, walked away alone, and sat on the beach with her knees hugged to her chest. The waves lapped at her ankles, her lonely figure stark against the desolate beach.
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Song Yuhang and the provincial police had completed their handover and she glanced over in their direction, dropping what she held and running over.
Someone approached her from behind, but she remained unaware. Song Yuhang patted her face, adjusted her clothes, regulated her breathing, and fixed her expression so her smile was not so grudging. Then, she sat down beside her.
Lin Yan glanced at her, tears still swirling in her eyes. Her gaze was vacant and lifeless, piercing Song Yuhang’s heart like a knife.
Song Yuhang reached out and embraced her shoulder, gently rubbing her head against her chin.
Lin Yan did not resist, allowing her actions.
She truly didn’t have the mood, unsure whether she should cry or laugh.
She gazed at the still dark night.
“Do you think, will the light really come?”
Or perhaps, is there really light in this world?
Song Yuhang turned her head slightly and gently kissed her forehead.
“There is.”
“I don’t believe it.” A tear rolled down Lin Yan’s cheek.
Song Yuhang wiped it away for her, her expression unusually gentle.
Her eyes were dazzling, like the stars in the sky, and they exuded a vibrant vitality, akin to the mountains, rivers, flowers, and trees.
From her, Lin Yan saw a word:
Vitality.
Perhaps, beauty was meant to describe people like her.
“Then close your eyes, and when I count to three, you will see the light.”
Lin Yan contemptuously curled her lip but instinctively closed her eyes when Song Yuhang’s hand covered them.
Song Yuhang watched as the thick clouds on the horizon were pierced by the morning light, the sun trying its best to rise out of the sea.
The process was so long and moving that it brought tears to one’s eyes.
She softly counted, “One.”
Lin Yan’s long eyelashes trembled in the palm of her hand.
“Two.”
She held her breath slightly, feeling a bit nervous.
“Three.”
Song Yuhang released her hand and leaned forward.
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Before Lin Yan could see the sunrise, she first saw a familiar face. The first rays of light in the morning danced at the corners of her eyes and brows, turning her black hair into a chestnut hue.
She was slightly stunned, her red lips slightly parted, as she was covered by someone.
This kiss was gentle, unlike the past confrontations where they had always been at odds with each other, trying to prove a point with hostility. Instead, it contained all of Song Yuhang’s love and warmth.
Her expression was so sacred and devout.
Lin Yan forgot to breathe and forgot to close her eyes, staring straight into her pupils.
Song Yuhang released her, a shy smile on her face. “Ask me what light is.”
Lin Yan didn’t understand the meaning behind it, feeling somewhat puzzled.
“Ask.”
Unable to resist her persistence, a hint of a smile finally appeared at the corner of Lin Yan’s lips.
“What is light?”