The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Perhaps, much later—no, not long after—he will feel sad or even humiliated by this joy.

But by then, she should have already rescued Lu Zheng and eloped with him.

Suwen sat in his room, casually and generously arranging the decorations.

Hao Haiyun went to the door to order the dishes, knowing she didn't like meat but preferred the fruit salads. Suwen seized the opportunity to move to the head of his bed; if she remembered correctly, he always hid a pistol under his pillow when he slept. An American 1911 pistol, always carrying ammunition. Suwen gripped the cold, hard gun with trembling hands.

Hao Haiyun turned around from the door and saw that she had been sitting on the edge of the bed at some point, and was slightly taken aback.

Suwen slung her pistol behind her back, looked up at him calmly, and said, "Could you come over here for a moment? I have something to ask you."

Hao Haiyun had no doubts. But when he took a few steps closer, he suddenly stopped and stared at Su Wen in disbelief.

A finely crafted pistol slid out from behind him and, without hesitation, pointed it at Hao Haiyun's forehead before he could react.

"Don't move. I don't want to kill you, I just want to save one person," Suwen said calmly.

Hao Haiyun's eyes, in a moment of astonishment, quickly turned into a calm, deep black.

He seemed to understand, and asked softly, "Who?"

"The traitor we caught today is in his cell."

Why did you save him?

“This is none of your business, turn around.” Su Wen said, and without hesitation, she stepped forward and pressed the muzzle of the gun against his temple.

Pulling the safety, loading the gun, using the weapon—these were all things he had once given her, and now they were all still with him.

As Hao Haiyun obediently turned around, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, a sarcastic and self-deprecating smile.

"Kill me now, or you'll regret it."

He turned his back and finally spoke slowly, calmly and coldly, without even a ripple of emotion.

Or perhaps all the turmoil was buried the moment he turned away with that self-deprecating smile.

Suwen pinned his hands behind his back and pressed the gun against him as she advanced: "I've said it before, I don't want to kill you, I just want to save people."

She tried hard to control her trembling; every cell in her body was shaking, even her voice. The person she owed the most to, and the one she least wanted to hurt, was Hao Haiyun, yet time and again, she was forced to use him as a stepping stone.

"After I save him, I will repay you for everything I owe you in one go." She struggled to hold back a sob, having already made up her mind. If she was destined to die, then let her pay with her life.

Hao Haiyun remained silent. After a long silence, he said, "Let's go. Now I'm your hostage."

And then he said nothing more.

Suwen was holding him hostage from behind, unable to see his expression. Perhaps, she simply didn't have the courage to meet his eyes, even though he was so close, even though they could hear each other's breath.

The last time, at such an intimate distance, it happened under these circumstances.

Su Wen, still pressing against Hao Haiyun, kicked the door open with her foot: "Go to the cell."

Hao Haiyun obediently walked ahead. As soon as they left the courtyard, the servants stopped and stared at them in astonishment. Tang's bodyguards quickly received the news and surrounded them from a distance.

Su Wen cautiously surveyed her surroundings, her palms sweating as she gripped the gun. She was experienced in being taken hostage, but this was her first time! She recalled how Yang Zongxian had been shot in the head in a moment of carelessness, and a chill ran down her spine.

Hao Haiyun seemed to notice her trembling and sneered, "Trembling like this and still trying to take hostages?"

"..." Su Wen felt a lump in her throat, but couldn't utter a word in rebuttal. She could only point the gun at his head: "Don't speak, you're in my hands now."

"Yes, yes," he replied good-naturedly.

One of the bodyguards shouted in Thai from a distance, and Hao Haiyun calmly replied in Thai with his hands above his head.

Seeing their fluent and seamless question-and-answer session, Suwen's mind went on alert: "What are you saying to him?"

"Tell them to stay away and not to fire. Otherwise, do you want to become a pair of star-crossed lovers?" he said casually.

Suwen indeed saw the bodyguard step aside, causing the other bodyguards who had been pressing forward to retreat, and then he took out his phone and started talking incoherently.

Su Wen was skeptical, but she was surrounded and unknowingly walked to the cell door. She gestured to Hao Haiyun to open the door first. Just as she followed closely behind and was about to peek out to see what was going on, she was unaware that the infrared crosshair of a sniper rifle was already aimed at the back of her head.

Hao Haiyun put his hand on the doorknob, and his eyes were suddenly blinded by some light. He instinctively felt something was wrong, turned around, put his arm around Suwen's waist, and pressed her down.

"Get down—" he yelled, but before he could finish speaking, the bullet had already whizzed past Su Wen's gun-wielding hand!

Su Wen felt a tremendous force rushing towards him, and his hand suddenly throbbed with pain. He dropped his pistol and was pinned to the ground by Hao Haiyun.

In the blink of an eye, countless gun barrels were cocked and aimed at her.

After a while, Su Wen raised her head from under Hao Haiyun's arm and looked at the sea of ​​people surrounding them above. A man wearing a single eye patch, carrying a sniper rifle, pushed through the crowd and walked in.

It's Tan Xiaolin.

Hao Haiyun slowly got up, dusted herself off, and looked at him.

Tan Xiaolin lost an eye in the last accidental discharge incident, and now only has his left eye left. His smile looks slightly ferocious, but it does not affect his sniping accuracy.

He handed the gun to his adjutant, looked at Hao Haiyun, and laughed: "Hao, you're too lenient with women. Once unfaithful, always unfaithful. She dared to point a gun at you, why did you save her life?"

Hao Haiyun remained silent, turning back to look at Su Wen on the ground, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"If you hadn't deliberately let her win, with her mediocre skills, how could she have taken you hostage?" Tan Xiaolin continued.

Su Wen suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

Hao Haiyun silently avoided her gaze.

"Let's go. Tang is waiting for our news in the courtyard. Let's take this woman with us." After Tan Xiaolin finished speaking, two bodyguards came up, grabbed Suwen's arms, and lifted her up.

Hao Haiyun walked ahead without looking back at her once more.

In fact, she had no doubt that if Hao Haiyun resisted, she would have no chance to take him hostage.

Moreover, he knew her well and knew she would never be able to kill anyone. Even if she could, based on his reaction to a sniper rifle, he was absolutely capable of stopping her before she could fire.

He didn't take action because he wanted to grant her wish one last time.

But she was ultimately worthless. Her downfall at Tan Xiaolin's hands was none of his fault.

Thinking of this, Su Wen gave a self-deprecating laugh. She had never intended to leave the Golden Triangle alive. She would do her best and leave the rest to fate. If she couldn't save Lu Zheng, then she would die with him; that would be fulfilling their wish.

When they reached the courtyard, Hao Haiyun suddenly stopped and said to Tan Xiaolin, "I have a few last words to say to her."

Tan Xiaolin shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Hao Haiyun walked towards her, slowly reaching out a hand to brush aside the hair on her forehead, revealing her smooth forehead, fair skin, and round earlobes.

Suwen looked up at him, then suddenly smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that, as if we're facing life and death."

She spoke his unease and fear directly, and he knew better than she did what awaited her if she took this step. He tightened his grip on her arm and said in a deep voice, "I only want you, I never want you to die."

Suwen placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly pushed him away, looking into his eyes: "Let me tell you, Hao Haiyun, I'm not afraid of death. I didn't intend to leave alive after I came here. But my husband, he's innocent. He risked his life to come here because of me. If you still have even the slightest bit of affection for me, I beg you to save him."

Even now, she still cares for her man in this way. Normally, he would admire such a loyal and devoted person, but more than that, he felt a pang of sadness he had never felt before. The passion he had just felt had cooled and faded. He thought that in this life-or-death situation, she would say something, or beg him to save her. As long as she was willing to speak, he was prepared to risk everything; as long as he lived, he would protect her.

But she spoke up, begging the man to save her.

Hao Haiyun suddenly felt that everything he had done was so foolish and ridiculous. He opened his mouth, then swallowed back all his thoughts, glanced at her one last time, and silently turned away.

Suwen lowered her head, watching his gray military boots disappear into the distance, and whispered, "Thank you."

Suwen was ushered into the central courtyard. Under the tall sycamore and banana trees, a man in prison clothes knelt on the ground, his body hunched over. In front of him sat Tang, dressed in white, still holding a purple clay teapot. The aroma of Longjing tea filled the courtyard. Tang lowered her head, took a sip of the strong tea, and then squinted her eyes.

Suwen's gaze fell on the person beside him, and her eyes slowly widened. Xi was sitting next to him, with long hair and a military uniform, an arrogant expression, and a revolver in her right hand, which she kept twirling.

Behind her stood the bodyguard, whose expression remained unchanged year after year.

Or rather, Lu Zheng.

He had changed his appearance, but from the fleeting surprise in his eyes, Suwen knew it was him.

That's right, he's safe and hasn't been exposed.

Who is that person on the ground...?

"What's going on here?" Xi saw Suwen, propped herself up, pointed the gun at her intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled. It was a smug and self-satisfied smile, like a beast about to eat.