The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

That night, she slept on the wire folding bed in the room as usual, her back still to Hao Haiyun. Feeling the undeniable, piercing gaze on her back, she couldn't fall asleep peacefully. So she suddenly turned around and met Hao Haiyun's burning, gleaming eyes, which, in the quiet night, resembled the eyes of some wild beast.

She shivered, quickly pretended nothing had happened, and turned her back to him.

Behind me, I seemed to hear a low chuckle, someone in a good mood. The feeling of being stared at finally disappeared.

In the middle of the night, she faintly heard voices. A light sleeper, she woke immediately; it was Hao Haiyun talking in his sleep. He tossed and turned, calling out the same name—Susu.

But this time, she wouldn't be delusional. She knew he was calling for the policewoman who haunted his dreams. Perhaps it was the soft moonlight, but she felt a pang of sympathy for the man. He'd never tasted the bitterness of unrequited love before. This woman had caused him to lose his gang, his most important brother, and suffer such severe injuries that he nearly died, yet he still couldn't forget her, calling her name...

Alas, when it comes to love, no man can escape it, no matter what kind of man he is.

She lay back down with the blanket, covered her ears with a pillow, and finally fell asleep again.

The next day, she got up early and cleaned the room inside and out for the veterinarian one last time, feeding each of the animals. It was her way of doing her part before she left.

After tidying everything up, she looked at the bedroom door, hesitated for a moment, and shook her head. Forget it, her relationship with Hao Haiyun wasn't exactly friendly; saying goodbye? No need.

Just as she was about to take a step, there was a click behind her—the sound of a door opening. Hao Haiyun was standing by the door, looking at her.

He was still wearing the same faded jeans, slightly ripped at the legs and knees—whether intentional or from the fight that had wounded him, it was hard to tell. The loose fit made his legs appear longer and more shapely. He stood barefoot, his upper body also bare, a snow-white bandage wrapped from his shoulders and neck down to his waist, adding a touch of ascetic, scarred beauty to his well-defined muscles. A black jacket was draped diagonally over his shoulder, and he glanced at her with a wry, ambiguous smile.

"You're leaving already? Without even saying goodbye?"

Su Wen thought to herself, "If I don't leave, am I supposed to keep pointing a gun at me?" She ignored him and turned to open the door.

"Wait, just stand there and don't move."

As if possessed, she obediently stopped.

Hao Haiyun moved from the doorway to stand in front of her, frowning and looking her up and down as if he had never seen her before.

Suwen felt uneasy under his gaze and finally couldn't hold back any longer, asking, "What exactly do you want?"

He pulled a thick wad of pink banknotes from his back pocket, which clattered down in front of her: "I'll give you money, fifty thousand a minute. You just have to listen to me, stand there and don't move, let me take a good look at you."

Suwen was stunned by his action and stood there motionless.

A hint of mockery flashed across Hao Haiyun's eyes. Women... indeed, there's nothing that money can't solve.

Suwen was being stared at by him, but only one thought was on her mind: Is this guy crazy? Does he have too much money to burn?

While she was lost in thought, his hand had already reached her face, slowly caressing her cheek, his lips gently parting: "Susu..." His gaze became hazy, and a rare look of infatuation appeared on his face.

Before the atmosphere could become romantic, Suwen, oblivious to the awkwardness, pushed him away and took two steps back, keeping a safe distance: "Get this straight, I'm Nie Suwen, not your Susu..."

His hawk-like eyes narrowed, seemingly displeased with her breaking the agreement: "Didn't I tell you not to move?"

Su Wen got angry too: "Who asked for your filthy money? Besides, you only said 'look,' not 'touchhand.' Nightclub girls charge separately for escorts and... you know..."

In her haste, she blurted out whatever came to mind, and Hao Haiyun twitched the corners of her mouth, laughing silently.

Suwen ignored him and angrily opened the door. This time, Hao Haiyun didn't stop her, letting her open the door, then crash into the hard wall of people and bounce back.

"Where did this brat come from?" the man outside the door shouted rudely, grabbing Suwen by the collar and throwing her aside.

Suwen sat on the ground, rubbing her sore nose, and looked up at the dark mass of figures outside the door. The one standing at the very front, the one she had bumped into when she opened the door, was a big, burly man with well-developed pectoral muscles that couldn't be hidden under his shirt. His voice was loud, and his strength was no less than hers.

Suwen's bottom ached from the fall, and her ears were ringing. But she was the type to bully the weak and fear the strong. Seeing the disparity in strength between them, she didn't dare to say a word. She just stared blankly as the man strode into the small clinic, stopped in front of Hao Haiyun, and said respectfully, "Brother Yun, we've brought what you asked for."

Hao Haiyun nodded in satisfaction, her eyes seemingly smiling, but she was looking in the direction of Su Wen.

Suwen glared back at him resentfully. So what if there are more people?

The burly man took a leather suitcase from his subordinate and handed it to Hao Haiyun, glancing at Su Wen on the ground: "This girl..."

"She's mine."

It was a casual remark. Everyone in the room was taken aback, and the man's expression as he looked at Su Wen clearly held some questions.

At this point, it was clearly not a good time to refute. A good girl doesn't suffer losses in the present moment, so Suwen endured the insult and swallowed her anger.

The man whispered a few more words in Hao Haiyun's ear. His expression gradually changed from relaxed to serious. Finally, he coldly said, "Understood. According to the rules of the underworld, handle it as appropriate."

After listening to the explanation, the man glanced around the clinic and casually asked, "Is Brother Guang not here?"

Hao Haiyun seemed displeased with his loose tongue, and said with a stern face, "My injury will keep me here for a few more days. We'll talk about other things when I get back." The implication was clear: he could leave if nothing else was wrong.

The man immediately nodded and bowed, "Then, Brother Yun, take good care of your injury and recover soon." After saying that, he was about to leave when he passed by Su Wen. With a forced smile, he "helped" her up, though it was more like lifting a chick from the ground. "Girl, take good care of our Brother Yun. He won't treat you badly."

Suwen gritted her teeth and remained silent. Although the man said this with a smile, she felt that the subtext was: If you don't take good care of him, you'll be in big trouble.

When the man left, he even politely closed the door for them. Suwen peered through the blinds and saw the dark figures outside getting into their cars in a flurry of activity. A dozen or so black sedans sped away like the wind in the blink of an eye.

This is the kind of extravagance you see in the underworld!

She turned her face, baring her teeth and glaring at Hao Haiyun. They'd told her not to leave earlier, and now, even if she wanted to, she couldn't.

Hao Haiyun calmly took out a cigarette and lit it, completely ignoring Cheng Guang's warning that he should not smoke or drink alcohol while his wound was inflamed. He opened the clasp of the suitcase the man had just given him, threw it in front of Nie Suwen, and the suitcase spun on the ground with a whoosh. The opening was wide open, and countless pink banknotes tumbled out.

"..."

Nie Suwen always thought that the boxes of money being pushed around like paper during underworld transactions on TV were worthless. In fact, they were just filming props and weren't worth much money.

Even with countless banknotes scattered in front of her, she still felt the same way... It must be fake, right?

"Is this enough to buy you?"

She desperately wanted to raise her chin righteously and say, "I'm sorry, I don't sell myself."

But forgive her, she was just a naive young girl who had never seen the world before. With so much money in front of her, she was speechless with astonishment.

Hao Haiyun was quite satisfied with her somewhat naive reaction. He flicked off his cigarette ash and said, "Stay here. I'm injured and need someone to take care of me. Once I'm healed, this money is yours."

Is this considered coercion or inducement? In any case, Nie Suwen surrendered under such duress, and she didn't want to be forced back with a gun to her head after leaving the house.

The nightmare that followed probably started from that moment...

Suwen unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. It was three or four in the morning, and the streetlights downstairs in the residential area were dim and gloomy. Lu Zheng leaned back in the driver's seat and lit a cigarette. She turned around, leaned into the car, and kissed him: "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He kissed her forehead in return and then told her, "Bring more clothes, it's very cold in Busan right now."

After finally managing to get onto the elevator, I calculated that I only had less than three hours of sleep before I had to get up to catch my flight.

In the elevator mirror, her face looked unnatural, as if she had indulged in excessive sexual activity. She took out a powder compact from her bag and leaned against the elevator wall to cover her dark circles.

Ding—The elevator stopped on the nineteenth floor. As soon as the doors opened, she put away her makeup box, picked up her bag, and stepped out of the elevator. She saw a man's back lingering in front of her apartment number.

Suwen immediately became alert. This was understandable; at three in the morning, when all was quiet, anyone would be startled.

Hearing the elevator call, the man turned around under the corridor's fluorescent lights and looked at her.

The two men had ashen faces.

Their sullen expressions were exactly the same.

When she was little, the neighbors always said that Suwen looked more like her father. They said that she had thick eyebrows and big eyes and looked just like her father.

At this moment, Nie Suwen felt an intense hatred for this similarity.

It seems that this similarity stemming from the same bloodline not only failed to bring the two closer, but instead deepened the lingering tension.

Suwen paused, but quickly recovered, as if she hadn't seen him at all. She walked towards the door to play music, and as she brushed past him, Nie Yuan seemed to open his mouth as if to call out to her, but only a gust of cold wind from his sleeve swept by, and the words "Susu" were ultimately stuck in his throat.