The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

The locals who got out of the car ran to the river and poured water on themselves. Lu Zheng stood quietly beside her with his arms crossed, his gaze seemingly urging her to join in. Su Wen said absentmindedly, "Right now, I just want to find a hotel to take a shower and change out of these damn clothes."

The T-shirt she was wearing was soaked with sweat and stuck to her body, faintly revealing the outline of her underwear.

Lu Zheng said, "It's not for that. The Mekong River is the mother river of the Golden Triangle residents. It is said that people who come into contact with the river water will have good luck."

Suwen didn't believe it, but as they prepared to cross the river by boat, they were splashed with water by people playing on the riverbank. Suwen's T-shirt was now completely soaked.

Lu Zheng took off his short-sleeved khaki shirt and draped it over her body. Su Wen was stunned for a moment, but did not refuse. However, she stared blankly at his back.

At this moment, Lu Zheng was only wearing a military yellow vest and a pair of military pants covered in dust. His hair was messy, and he had a wild and casual air about him, not without a touch of wildness.

There was a ferry at the dock, and she followed Lu Zheng onto the ship. The ferry moved as slowly as the songthaew they had just taken. It was clearly a modern mode of transportation, yet it seemed to be carrying an unbearable burden, struggling and heavy. Just like this country, it clearly didn't have a long history, but it had never been young.

Suwen stood on the ship's railing, looking at the dark, stagnant water with decaying leaves floating in the mist. She thought that she and Xi's bodyguard were complete strangers, and he could have easily refused her request. However, he led her away from that mountain and pointed to the hazy distance, telling her: "That's Chiang Mai Airport."

She had a strange feeling that he already knew she wanted to sneak away and was not only not stopping her but also secretly helping her. But no matter what, she had to get rid of this man first.

Stepping onto land, you enter the western part of Chiang Mai, a rare bustling area. Luxurious buildings in a colonial style abound, including a lavish complex called Palai, a combination of accommodation, resorts, and casinos. Everywhere you look, you see uncouth foreigners, as well as seemingly respectable gentlemen.

It was already dark when softly colored neon lights illuminated the signs.

Lu Zheng said, "We'll have to stay here tonight. I'll go find a hotel."

Suwen suddenly raised her eyes. These words, when spoken by a "stranger" to a woman, always inexplicably evoke certain thoughts. Suwen warily sized him up.

Lu Zheng frowned slightly, wanting to laugh, but remained expressionless, as if completely unaware of her thoughts, and asked in return, "Didn't you want to take a shower?"

Suwen glanced at him, the loud whistle of the ferry piercing her ears, but she remained silent and obediently followed behind him.

Lu Zheng's expression softened, and he couldn't help but reach out to ruffle her hair. But halfway there, he hesitated, then picked up her backpack instead: "What did you bring? It's so heavy."

He asked casually, but Su Wen was so startled that she immediately snatched back her backpack, hugged it to her chest, and glared at him warily: "What's it to you?"

Lu Zheng glanced at her, puzzled, then turned away. Su Wenge reached out and pressed the handle of the cleaver in her backpack, only then feeling slightly relieved.

While registering at the front desk, Lu Zheng turned around and asked her, "Did you bring your passport?" Su Wen was about to say "yes" when she remembered that Hao Haiyun had given her the passport and visa. What if she was caught here with a fake passport and arrested for illegal entry? That would be a huge problem.

She thought about it and shook her head.

Lu Zheng frowned and gestured to the manager as if to say something. After a moment, the manager smiled and handed him the key.

On the third floor, in the west wing, a wooden door led Lu Zheng to unlock it. A beam of bright moonlight streamed through the blinds, casting a soft glow into the room. A cabinet, a television, a table, and their shadows swayed gently in the night breeze.

Lu Zheng turned on the light, casting a dim yellow glow. There was a curtain on one side of the room, which Su Wen walked over and opened to find only a large bed covered with a soft and delicate bamboo mat, which had a light fragrance.

Lu Zheng pointed to the bathroom next to him and said, "Go in and take a shower. I'll go out and buy you some clothes."

Suwen, still clutching her backpack, nodded and watched as she went into the bathroom with the bag. She tried to open the bathroom door, but couldn't, so she pressed her ear against it, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Once she was sure he didn't intend to barge in, she turned the tap on full blast, and the sound of running water filled the air. After a while, she heard the door close outside. She opened the bathroom door a crack to make sure he was gone.

She quickly grabbed her backpack and dashed out of the hotel. She found a policeman on duty on the street, soaking wet and looking utterly distraught: "Someone tried to assault me—"

The police officer looked the woman up and down; her T-shirt was soaked and stuck to her body, and she was shivering while wearing a man's shirt. His brow was furrowed, and he looked puzzled.

Suwen then realized that they couldn't understand!

She then shouted loudly in English, "elpme!"

This place had once been a colony, and there were police officers who spoke English, who were able to communicate with Suwen with some difficulty. Suwen gave them the hotel's address and room number, and the police quickly launched an operation.

In Lu Zheng's hand was a set of local women's ethnic clothing, "Aodai," a long shirt and trousers with a stand-up collar and Chinese knot buttons, light green in color, made of soft silk, light and soft as it glided through his fingertips.

There were cheap T-shirts for sale on the street, but he didn't buy any. When he saw this light green transparent outfit, he wondered what his Susu would look like wearing it.

However, when he stood in front of the inn with the clothes in his hand, he saw only an empty room. He was slightly taken aback, yet it seemed to be expected. From the moment she asked him to take her down the mountain, he should have guessed her intention to escape. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted? He didn't want her to be involved in this dangerous siege, and he could even suppress his longing for her without revealing his identity.

It's good that they've left.

He casually placed his clothes on the bed, then strolled leisurely to the window, gazing at the view outside. It was truly beautiful, far more luxurious and grand than the main camp across the river. The distant river of cars was a captivating sight. If it weren't for the sordid world of drugs and prostitution, this city would be even more beautiful.

Compared to Myanmar, Thailand has a much stronger crackdown on drugs. Although the Thai government had signed an agreement with the armed group led by Tang, their opium business has grown bigger and bigger in recent years, drawing complaints from countries surrounding the Golden Triangle. The Thai authorities could no longer tolerate and condone this, which is why they agreed to cooperate with them in cracking down on the most powerful armed group in the Golden Triangle.

Without a leader, the remaining scattered forces will naturally disintegrate over time.

Lu Zheng lay on the only large bed in the room, his arm as a pillow, enjoying the cool moonlight. Just then, an urgent, impatient knocking came from outside the door. The knocking was like thunder; it seemed the visitor was either extremely ill-mannered or far too arrogant.

Lu Zheng frowned and went to open the door. He paused when he saw the attire of the person outside.

The three men, all dressed as local police officers, said, "Someone reported you for engaging in illegal sex work here."

When the police handcuffed the man and took him out of the hotel, Suwen stood among the onlookers, watching silently.

For some reason, Lu Zheng seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of people to look directly at her.

Suwen felt a moment of guilt, but immediately became righteous. She raised her chin, her eyes seemingly saying: All's fair in war, you lost.

Lu Zheng's eyes curled up slightly as he smiled.

This laughter made Suwen, who was already feeling guilty, even more flustered and uneasy. After the escort left, Suwen caught up with the last policeman and asked, "How long will he be detained?"

“One day,” the other person replied in English.

That put her at ease; she no longer needed to fear that he would come out and seek revenge.

As the crowd dispersed, Suwen returned to her hotel room. Through the river-view window, she could see the police cars driving away. Sitting where Lu Zheng had just lain, she felt relaxed and enjoyed the river view room all to herself.

Of course, she first needed to change out of these awful clothes and take a nice, relaxing shower.

As she got up, she saw what had been prepared for her on the bed. It was a soft, beautiful dress, pale green and sheer. A white fragrant flower sat on the neatly folded dress, quietly emitting a faint, sweet scent.

Suwen casually picked up the clothes from the bed and went into the bathroom. The little white flower floated lightly to the ground, bathed in the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Suwen took a nice, hot shower and finally got rid of the sticky T-shirt. After drying herself off, she unfolded her ethnic clothing again. Although it wasn't appropriate to wear such cumbersome clothes while on the run, she really didn't want to put that dirty T-shirt back on right now.

As she hesitated, someone rang the doorbell.

She became alert, quickly put on her clothes, and went to the door: "Who is it?"

“Room service.” It was a woman’s voice, soft Thai.

She pinched her tense brow, relaxed her guard, and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened a crack, revealing only a glimpse of the Thai waitress's face, a brute force blocked the doorway from the outside.

wrong!

Suwen realized something was wrong and tried to slam the door shut, but she couldn't overcome the powerful force.

The door was blocked by someone outside, and then a cold, gloomy face appeared before her, forcefully prying the door open little by little.

Suwen was forced to take a few steps back, looking at Chai, who should have been in the detention center.

Lu Zheng wore a victorious smile: "Good evening, Miss Mischief."

Su Wen retreated to the window. Lu Zheng turned around, took out a wad of cash from his pocket, and handed it to the surprised waitress outside the door. His voice was cold and flat: "Please close the door when you leave."

As soon as the door closed, Lu Zheng approached step by step. Su Wen slumped onto the bed, her hand landing on her backpack. She pulled out the coconut knife hidden inside and slashed at Lu Zheng with all her might, creating a gust of wind.