The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

She grinned and clearly enunciated in fluent Mandarin: "Welcome to the Golden Triangle."

It sounds a bit like the language of a forest witch.

Several people jumped out of the two cars behind her, all carrying submachine guns. Tang led the way and got into the car, abandoning the elephant, to go back.

Tang and Tan Xiaolin rode in one car, while Hao Haiyun got into another car and then reached out her hand to Suwen.

Just as Suwen was about to reach out, she suddenly felt a fragrant breeze. Xi's skirt swayed, and a chop came straight at her. Fortunately, Suwen reacted quickly and withdrew her hand immediately, otherwise she would have taken the blow squarely. Before she could react, Xi had already taken a step to the side and spun around to attack with her palm. Suwen watched helplessly as the palm was about to land on her face and closed her eyes in despair. However, at the last moment, Xi's hand stopped its momentum, stopping just one centimeter above Suwen's eyelashes.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Hao Haiyun reacted, she immediately grabbed Xi's arm, pulled her shoulders, and pressed her against the car door, demanding sharply, "What are you doing?!"

Xi leaned against the car, subdued but with a detached smile on her face: "It's been a long time since any woman from outside has set foot on this land. I'm just expressing my welcome."

Hao Haiyun smiled faintly and released her naturally: "Thank you, but I hope Miss Xi won't make such jokes again."

Xi stood up gracefully, her smile as bright as the blooming flowers beside her. She turned to look at Su Wen and said meaningfully, "I like excitement because it's full of endless unknown challenges, which makes it charming and desirable. Everyone here is the same kind of person. In the Golden Triangle, we fear other things more than death."

She slowly walked back to Tang's side. Tang put his arm around her waist and gave her a few stern words of reprimand, but it was clear that they were nothing serious. It was obvious that in their eyes, this kind of thing was nothing to be surprised about.

Suwen quietly looked at Xi for a moment without saying a word, then jumped into the car by herself, holding onto the door.

Hao Haiyun sat to one side, looking at her. After a long while, he asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Suwen shook her head: "I'm perfectly fine." She'd never been this fine before!

Upon returning to Tang's residence, they encountered the returning procession celebrating Songkran. Strong men carried a massive Buddha statue at the front, followed by floats laden with "Songkran Goddesses" in full makeup. Devotees lined the streets, sprinkling water infused with spices and soaked in palm leaves from a silver bowl onto the Buddha statue and the "Songkran Goddesses," praying for a prosperous new year and favorable weather.

For some reason, Suwen felt that the "Songkran Goddess" standing on the car looked a bit like someone. She turned to look at Xi standing next to Tang and felt even more that the "Songkran Goddess" with makeup looked like her.

Young girls in long dresses, with gold dots between their eyebrows, sang and danced, their lithe and voluptuous figures dazzling the men. Xi also joined in.

Xi's dance was fiery and unrestrained, with an extremely fast pace. Under her leadership, the girls danced with even greater enthusiasm, their swirling skirts resembling trumpet flowers, each one blooming gracefully.

"How beautiful!" Suwen couldn't help but exclaim.

Hao Haiyun glanced at it and chuckled softly, "I remember you used to study ballet."

"Hmm?" Suwen turned her head to look at him.

At this moment, enthusiastic young girls were already waving and inviting her over. Hao Haiyun stared at her profile and smiled gently: "Can you dance?"

Without a word, the two girls grabbed Suwen's arms and pulled her over, leading her in clapping. Infected by the atmosphere, Suwen, with a hint of excitement, joined them in jumping.

Hao Haiyun stood not far away, watching quietly with a smile.

However, as more and more people joined in, some women with similar figures to Suwen surrounded her. In order to follow local customs, Suwen also changed into local folk costumes before going out. Under the cascading water droplets, Suwen's figure gradually disappeared into the undulating crowd.

Hao Haiyun couldn't find Suwen's figure and was obviously restless. His eyes quickly searched among the groups of similar clothes, and his expression was anxious.

Another wave of women dressed like Suwen swept past him, swaying their supple waists and swirling around him, casting shimmering light. Hao Haiyun anxiously tried to discern Suwen's figure among them, until he was dizzy with confusion. Suddenly, he shouted, "Get out of the way—" and forcefully pushed aside the women in front of him, rushing into the crowd.

A small number of people stopped, made way, and looked at each other in bewilderment. But most people were engrossed in their frolicking and were completely unaware that Hao Haiyun was like an enraged lion, the veins on his neck bulging, his face extremely ugly. He strode forward, savagely swatting away anyone who blocked his way. More and more people automatically made way for him, until Su Wen also stopped in surprise and stood there looking at him.

"Stop jumping!"

He grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her toward him.

Suwen looked at him with some surprise. What's wrong?

Tang and Tan Xiaolin, who were standing to the side, were also looking at him.

Hao Haiyun pulled Suwen along, quickly walking towards the edge of the crowd. Suwen jogged behind, her long dress looking rather cumbersome, and it seemed she was about to fall behind him. He paid no attention to her, simply dragging her forward.

"Hao," Tan Xiaolin called out to him, seemingly expressing her displeasure at his rude behavior.

Hao Haiyun finally stopped and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired."

After saying that, he pulled Suwen up and continued walking forward.

Walking through the long corridor, leaving the noise behind, Suwen forgot about the threshold when she entered the room. She tripped, lost her balance, and bumped hard into his back.

Without even looking up, he picked her up and strode into the inner room.

bang——

He kicked the wooden door behind him hard.

The atmosphere inside the room was somewhat awkward and strange, with heavy breathing constantly emanating from it. Suwen cautiously looked up at him.

From this angle, all you can see is his extremely taut chin, and his expression is truly...

Suwen struggled and jumped down from his arms, asking, "What's wrong? You were jumping around just now?"

He remained silent and turned to look out the window.

"Could it be because you're afraid I'll sneak away while I'm mixed in with you..." Suwen's voice was teasing and joking.

However, before he could finish speaking, the smile on his lips froze on his face.

Hao Haiyun suddenly turned around, cupped her delicate face in his hands, and pressed down on her with thunderous force. He bit her lips fiercely, but she refused to open her mouth, so he grabbed her chin, forcefully pried open her teeth, and ruthlessly penetrated her, kissing and sucking her with a bloodthirsty and brutal method, intense and breathless.

Suwen's struggle had transformed from initial resistance into an instinctive will to survive, as she felt her lungs begin to ache from lack of oxygen. She wanted to get some fresh air, but he immediately pulled her into an even faster pace.

He pressed down on her shoulders, pushing her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward.

"Don't play these tricks again!" He warned, placing his hands on either side of her and staring intently down at her.

"What trick?" Suwen chuckled softly, casually wiping away the trace of blood that he had bitten on the corner of her mouth.

Hao Haiyun didn't answer, but reached out and grabbed her waist. Through her clothes, his hot palm caressed her waist for a while. His movements were rough, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes were filled not with desire, but with anxious worry.

Su Wen was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, "Are you afraid?"

Hao Haiyun abruptly stopped, staring blankly at her. He did not become more enraged by her provocation; on the contrary, the impatience in his eyes slowly dissipated, turning back into a cold clarity.

Suwen knew when to stop, and while he was distracted, she gently removed his arm, trying to break free from his hold: "Aren't you tired? I'm going back to my room, you should get some rest."

"No, no..." Hao Haiyun rolled over and almost pounced on her, pulling her back into his arms. He rested his chin on her collarbone, his new stubble gently rubbing against her, creating a strange, tingling sensation.

Suwen instinctively disliked this physical contact, and when she tried to break free, Hao Haiyun immediately tightened his grip.

"Don't move, I won't do anything to you. Just let me hold you like this!" The voice was deep and mellow, with a nasal tone that made it hard to breathe.

"Let me make your bed." Suwen slowly but firmly pushed him away, her still-unrestrained hand bracing against his chest, applying slight pressure. A hint of hurt flashed in his eyes.

His hand never let go.

Suwen stopped helplessly and turned to look at him: "Do some things really have to be explained?"

Hao Haiyun stubbornly refused to let go of her, only moving aside slightly to look directly into her eyes, speaking each word clearly: "Susu, you're too certain. People change, especially feelings, which are the most uncontrollable thing. I didn't understand before, thinking that the one who could hurt me so deeply must be the one I loved most. I admit I haven't been good to you, and I understand if you hate me or want to run away from me. The only thing I have is time and patience; I can wait slowly. But, Susu, you need to tell me, how can I hold onto you tightly?"

Suwen was speechless and could only look back at him, quiet and powerless.

It turns out he was perfectly clear-headed.

Perhaps he's right. In this world, especially in matters of the heart, things are the most unpredictable. A love that you once thought would be unforgettable and etched in your memory for a lifetime may, three to five years after the breakup, elicit only a wistful smile when brought up again.

Many years later, will she also forget Lu Zheng?

She herself didn't know.