The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

The man's body stiffened, and he turned his head slightly to look at the woman sleeping on his shoulder. Beneath her furrowed brows, her cold eyes reflected a soft, almost moonlit gaze, bordering on tenderness.

With one hand around her waist, he sighed to prevent her from falling off the railing while asleep, and with the other hand he reached under her knees to pull her legs dangling down into his arms. He nimbly flipped over the railing and landed steadily on the ground, his movements as light and agile as a cat.

The woman in his arms trembled slightly with her curled eyelashes. Clearly, such a small movement would not wake her. She turned her face to the side and buried herself deeper into his embrace, her arms familiarly and naturally encircling his shoulders.

He looked down and smiled slightly—"Susu."

As the man carried her back to her room, Hao Haiyun, whose room was just across the corridor from hers, opened her door. Moonlight shone through the window and fell precisely on Su Wen's face, who was in the man's arms.

Suwen was fast asleep, curled up in the man's arms like a child, her arms obediently wrapped around his shoulders, her breathing even and gentle, ruffling the fabric of his clothes. The man, dressed in light gray, was almost entirely hidden in the shadows of the moonlight.

Hao Haiyun paused, and Xi, who was following behind him, stopped in surprise and looked out the door. When she saw the man, she was startled and immediately rushed to meet him.

“Chai.” She called him by his nickname, a common Thai word for a name, and then quickly said a sentence in Thai.

But Hao Haiyun could still recognize that he was Chinese. Moreover, when he came to "bother" her in the evening, he spoke Chinese.

After listening to Xi's words, Hai lowered his head and woke Suwen up, then put her down from his arms.

Suwen rubbed her eyes sleepily and habitually turned around to ask, "Am I asleep?"

Hai didn't speak, his gaze fixed on Hao Haiyun in front of him.

Suwen turned around and saw Hao Haiyun with an unfriendly expression. She was stunned for a moment, and her sleepiness immediately dissipated.

"I'm leaving," Chai said calmly, the Chinese sentence clearly directed at Suwen. Then, ignoring the gazes of the three, he turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor. Suwen unconsciously followed his back, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.

But he was clearly such a dangerous and cold man.

"Who is he?" Hao Haiyun strode forward and stood beside Su Wen.

Su Wen frowned and shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the spot where he had disappeared. Xi, standing beside him, provided the answer: "Chai is my bodyguard."

Upon hearing this, Suwen turned her head to look at Xi. Her questioning gaze slowly slid from Xi's face to her "revealing" dress, and then slowly landed on Hao Haiyun.

Compared to her being carried back by a strange man, this scene seemed even more suspicious.

Why would Xi, dressed like that, come out of his room?

Suwen did not speak, but her sparkling eyes were full of questions.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Hao Haiyun's gloomy face. He coughed and said, "Miss Xi is here on Tang's orders to sit with me."

"Oh?" Suwen nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

This approach seems to only make things worse. However, the word "explanation" has never appeared in Hao Haiyun's vocabulary for over thirty years. Now, he can only anxiously wait.

Even Lian Xi couldn't help but secretly smile, but added fuel to the fire by saying, "Yes, we had a very pleasant chat today. I look forward to the next time." After saying that, she waved and turned to leave.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going back to my room to sleep too." Su Wen yawned and stretched, intentionally or unintentionally waving away Hao Haiyun's outstretched hand.

The door closed in front of him, and Hao Haiyun stood there, stunned for a long time.

Separated by a door, Suwen leaned against the wall, looking at her palms with suspicion.

She actually fell asleep? So high up there?

She couldn't remember what happened after she fell asleep, but she vaguely remembered the touch on her hands, that warm and reassuring feeling. She dreamed that she was holding Lu Zheng and sleeping peacefully in his arms, so she didn't want to wake up and preferred that the dream continue.

But when she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of completely unfamiliar eyes. Although their gaze was cold, it didn't frighten her at all. On the contrary, for some reason, she became increasingly afraid of being alone with Hao Haiyun. When she was with him, she always felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

The kinder and more gentle and considerate he was to her, the more she felt guilty.

The hatred towards Hao Haiyun is slowly fading, but the regret is gradually accumulating.

Because she knew that his feelings for her were just like her feelings for Lu Zheng—ultimately a sacrifice that could not be reciprocated.

Putting herself in his shoes, she couldn't bring herself to be cruel. She had no choice but to avoid him.

The last vestiges of darkness were about to fade, the gauze curtains fluttered gently, and there were no stars or moon.

Hai sat on the windowsill smoking, or perhaps more accurately, Lu Zheng sat on the windowsill smoking. He had already shed his disguise, adopting that familiar posture, his profile showing a forlorn air.

Xi walked up to him and unceremoniously took the cigarette from his hand: "You've really liked smoking lately."

Lu Zheng looked up at her, reached into his pocket and took out his cigarette case, but found it empty. When he looked down again, he realized that he had unknowingly finished a whole pack of cigarettes.

"The leader has given orders that smoking is not allowed. If you continue like this, you'll be exposed," Xi Yi reminded him earnestly.

Lu Zheng chuckled silently: "Then you still took the bait, didn't you?"

Xi paused for a moment, then smiled, biting the half-smoked cigarette back into her teeth, puffing out smoke as she watched the darkness by the window gradually fade into a hazy, fish-belly white.

Her evening glory not only satisfied the pleasure in the lungs, but also satisfied the heart that had begun to learn "desire" and "rebellion".

Just three months ago, she still dared not touch tobacco. Tang had taught her that she was forbidden from touching anything addictive. He also forbade her from getting involved with drugs, saying that once someone's hands were stained with drugs, they could never escape them for life.

Because she wasn't born and raised here, she wasn't bound by government treaties and could leave the Golden Triangle at any time. She occasionally helped him kill people and deal with troublesome individuals, but most of the time, she ran freely in the poppy fields.

She was his woman. Everyone saw her that way. And in her heart, she was too.

It wasn't until three months ago, when he first sent her to another man's bed, that she realized she was nothing more than a commodity in his eyes, insignificant, not even as valuable as an important guest.

She was sold to the Golden Triangle by human traffickers when she was very young, and grew up in the poppy fields of the Golden Triangle from the time she could remember. Apart from knowing that she was Chinese, she knew nothing about herself.

The name "Xi" was given to her by Tang, because he found her at sunset. Everything she had was given to her by Tang; the Golden Triangle was her home, and she never thought of leaving.

But now, she was tired of it all. She was tired of the fighting and killing, and being passed around like a commodity. Suddenly, a strange thought popped into her head: she wanted to go back to her real home, her homeland, which was said to be on the other side of the mountains. Maybe there, her relatives still existed. The people she could truly rely on in this world.

At that time, a Chinese intelligence agent infiltrated the Golden Triangle and was captured by Tang. Before his execution, Xi visited him in prison. Like a curious child, she asked him about his "motherland." Hope shone in the agent's eyes. Knowing he was doomed, he handed over his communication tools to Xi, asking her to transmit his experiences and intelligence back to headquarters.

Xi thus contacted a Chinese intelligence agency and reached an agreement with them: once they helped them capture Tan Xiaolin, a major drug lord hiding in the Golden Triangle, the government would bring her back to China and restore her Chinese citizenship. Xi transformed herself into a Chinese intelligence agent planted in the Golden Triangle, codenamed "Poppy."

She waited quietly for the opportunity to return to her homeland until a few days ago, when Lu Zheng appeared before her.

Lu Zheng never expected that the intelligence agent Gu Huai'an mentioned who would meet him in the Golden Triangle would be a woman who looked like she couldn't even kill a chicken. Even more unexpectedly, he never imagined that this woman was actually the wife of the leader of the largest drug trafficking gang in the area.

He looked at Xi with a questioning gaze, but Xi, using the fighting techniques that Tang had taught her, persuaded Lu Zheng.

Xi was trained by Tang to be a top-tier assassin from a young age, traveling to various countries to infiltrate and assassinate. She is skilled in disguise and assassination. Therefore, she suggested that Lu Zheng be disguised as her bodyguard.

Xi's disguise was flawless; even Su Wen didn't recognize him.

Thinking of this, Lu Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or shake his head.

Xi sat opposite him, silently smoking. When she smoked, she could think of nothing at all; only the warm glow of the cigarette lingered, and she was unaware of the swirling smoke until the east began to lighten.

It is said that her homeland is in the east where the sun rises.

Inside the room, only the soft breathing of each other echoed in the stillness of the dawn, carrying unspoken thoughts that belonged to no one.

I can't remember how many sleepless nights this has been since Lu Zheng arrived in the Golden Triangle.

Every day I am vigilant, alert, and cautious. I am getting closer and closer to Suwen, but the original purpose of my search for her is becoming increasingly vague.

Love has become hazy.

Reality, however, leaves people mired in a quagmire.

Xi stubbed out her cigarette, stepped down from the windowsill, kicked off her shoes, and walked barefoot towards the bathroom.

Lu Zheng turned to look at her: "Aren't you going to take a nap?"

"There's no time. Tang is taking them to Chiang Rai to meet the arms dealers today. I need to go with them to get the intelligence."

Lu Zheng suddenly opened his eyes. Would Su Wen go with him?

Xi seemed to guess his thoughts, turned around and said mischievously, "Don't worry, the road to Chiang Rai is too hard. I think Hao really cares about your wife. He can't bear to see her suffer."