The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

This was the first time Xi had visited her in three months.

Suwen once thought that she had forgotten about him after she had captured him.

Suwen picked up the chicken with his hands and ate it, as if he had never tasted such a delicious food before.

The crude way she ate made Xi's gaze shift from her face to her unrestrained bare feet.

This woman was content and living well. Xi had never felt so strongly: she wanted to completely extinguish the sunlight from someone's face.

As if sensing her thoughts, Suwen suddenly raised her face, rice grains still clinging to the corners of her mouth, and smiled at her with narrowed eyes. There was no gloom in her smile.

"Thank you for inviting me to enjoy the food."

Xi suppressed her emotions and looked at her, as if they were competing with each other.

You won't be happy for long.

Xi Xian was defeated, and as she left, she left behind these words in resentment.

Xi's room was right across from hers. During the day, with the door open, she could see Xi from inside. Sometimes Xi wasn't there, and when she did return to her room, she would sit on the chair by the door, quietly polishing her pistol until it gleamed, then aim at Nie Suwen in the house on the other side of the not-so-spacious courtyard. There were no bullets.

Suwen could sense how much she wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. But she didn't do it.

They'd held her captive for three months, yet hadn't tortured her or taken her life. The only explanation was that someone wanted to spare her life. And the only person who could command Xi Wei's obedience was one person.

Suwen began to slowly understand Tang's intention in keeping her, and therefore felt more at ease.

The only thing that made her uneasy was her increasingly visible belly.

The days in the Golden Triangle felt unreal; looking back, it was like a nightmare.

What truly exists is the child inside her womb, that tiny life, slowly growing in this eerie tranquility.

Sometimes it moves, sometimes it's very quiet.

Suwen experienced the feeling of being a mother for the first time. Before going to sleep that night, she lay on the cool bamboo mat and gently stroked her round belly with her palm. He was growing day by day, like a miracle, unbelievable, happening right inside her body.

He was sometimes mischievous, but when he moved, it was never violent; it was very gentle, just enough to touch her tender heart.

Just like the feeling Lu Zheng gave her when he was around.

For three whole months, she was imprisoned here, never seeing anyone outside, and receiving no news of Lu Zheng. After calmly accepting reality, she began to worry about the life inside her.

Sometimes even she herself wondered how the stubborn and strong-willed Nie Suwen could be so calm.

Is it because you have a child?

Some say that having children takes away half of your life, leaving you with only half a life, and you will never again have the impulsive passion of your youth.

Perhaps she is settling down, washing away the superficialities.

After the end of the month, it will be a full eight months. As the saying goes, pregnancy lasts ten months. Now Suwen already feels that moving around is difficult and very inconvenient. She is also feeling lazy. During the worst of the pregnancy, there is no one familiar to talk to. She is all alone and feels a little lonely.

Perhaps this is the price she pays for her past willfulness.

The servant was very responsible, or rather, his master gave him very thorough instructions.

Every day, a local doctor would come to see her, speaking in a language she couldn't understand, and prescribing some cooling herbs.

Suwen became increasingly cautious, trying to stay in her room and not move around.

When she was bored, Suwen would lie in bed and think about her child's name. Sometimes she would use a pen to write and draw on damp paper, writing trivial, meaningless single Chinese characters.

The word I wrote the most was "Lu".

The child's surname. Whenever I write this character, I can't help but think of another person.

It seems to have become a habit.

For three months, she had no idea where she was.

Three months passed without any news from Lu Zheng.

She didn't know if she would ever see him again in her lifetime. Or perhaps he had already returned to his country and started a new life?

Whenever she thought of this, her mind became chaotic. She crumpled the paper, but in her heart, she already had a suitable name.

Nianyun.

Lu Nianyun.

She had already decided that regardless of whether the child was a boy or a girl, she would name him this.

The only way she could repay her guilt towards Hao Haiyun was through this method.

"I'm sorry, I didn't discuss the child's name with you; I made the decision on my own. You might regret not being able to witness our child's birth, and you don't know if... in the future, the three of us will ever have the chance to be together again," she murmured, leaning against the headboard.

The servant who entered looked at her with unfamiliar eyes, only seeing her mouth opening and closing, but not knowing what she was saying.

As usual, today's newspaper was delivered.

Suwen couldn't understand the text above, so he just looked at news pictures every day to relieve his boredom.

When I turned to the inner page, there was a news article, and the photo was taken on the streets of Chiang Mai. Suwen glanced at it casually, just once.

Her hand suddenly stopped, and she brought the picture up to her eyes again, examining it closely and touching it with her fingertips as if she were touching the real person.

Although it was just a blurry black and white figure in a corner of the street, it was someone who could be recognized at a glance among millions of people.

A familiar back view that pierces the heart.

It's Lu Zheng...

He didn't leave; he remained in Thailand! Why did he stay?

The answer is ready to come out.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long suddenly burst forth all at once. It was hard to tell whether it was joy or sorrow. It was as if something had been rushing to my heart and slowly filling it up.

The child seemed to sense her mood and suddenly became very agitated, with unusual strength.

Abdominal cramps.

Suwen grabbed the corner of the bedside table with one hand and bumped into the lamp on it.

Clang—

The servants, startled, rushed over and found her curled up on the ground, her face deathly pale. Her mouth was wide open, and she was speaking in a strange language, flailing about frantically.

"I'm going to give birth..." she repeated, her voice trembling, barely audible.

No one could understand it.

After a while, the servants hurriedly scattered and ran outside, leaving Suwen alone lying on the ground, in so much pain that he was delirious and sweating profusely.

"Lu Zheng... save me..."

Lu Zheng woke up from a nightmare.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

My bare upper body was pressed against the fine bamboo mat, which felt slightly cool.

Outside, a sudden thunderstorm erupted. In the deep night, a deafening rumble of thunder followed, and a blinding flash of lightning ripped across the sky, tearing the darkness and illuminating the cold sweat trickling down the man's forehead.

"Susu..."

He murmured to himself for a long time before finally snapping out of his dark dream, his handsome face regaining its composure.

The weather forecast predicts torrential rain tonight. For the residents of the port, the rain is just a disturbance to their sleep. But in some mountainous areas with poor public facilities, when the rain sweeps through, it means flash floods, landslides, loss of life, and disaster.

At that moment, lightning flashed and thunder roared, making the fair-skinned man's face appear even whiter.

It was as white as paper.

After a while, Lu Zheng let out a soft sigh, raised his hand to wipe away his sweat. A drop of cold sweat slid down his brow, hanging on his thick eyelashes, unable to fall. A slight mist appeared in his eyes.

The dream was so real, so real, that it almost choked him, making it hard for him to breathe.

He dreamt that Suwen was calling out to him for help, her cries of sorrow and despair echoing deep within his eardrums, over and over again.

Although such dreams had tormented him almost every night during his three months in Chiang Mai, tonight's scene felt more real than ever before.

He even noticed the changes in her: her pale face, her bloated and sluggish figure. Calculating the days, if she were still alive, the baby in her belly should be eight months along.

The coalition forces' sweep of the Golden Triangle was unprecedentedly successful. The government, satisfied, issued a press release announcing their capabilities to the nation. They claimed that, in conjunction with infiltrated Chinese special forces, they had discovered the bodies of two wanted criminals, Tan Xiaolin and Hao Haiyun, thus achieving a resounding success. Although the leaders of the armed terrorist group had escaped, this was of little consequence to the current situation; politicians could confidently demonstrate their determination to combat drugs to the nation and the world.

As agreed, the Chinese military forces were required to withdraw from Thailand as scheduled. However, Nie Suwen had disappeared. Every year, countless people go missing while traveling abroad. The Chinese special forces could not use this as an excuse to remain in Thailand. Therefore, Lu Zheng had no choice but to stay behind and continue searching for her alone.

A vast sea of ​​people.

The search lasted for three months.

He couldn't even be sure if she was alive or dead. He could only keep going with that one unwavering belief.

Lu Wenyi kept calling him from Beijing to urge him to go back. Lu Zheng didn't know how much longer he could hold on. Maybe he wouldn't leave until he couldn't find her, or maybe... he would soon become disheartened.

After all, there had been no news about her for three months.

Like Tang and his group who escaped during the sweep, Nie Suwen vanished from the world as if into thin air.

According to the Chiang Mai police, she escaped from prison while being held with Xi. If Tang is alive and hiding somewhere, waiting to make a comeback, then Su Wen is most likely in his hands. But Lu Zheng cannot be sure of her fate. Because he cannot find any reason why Tang would keep her alive.

The phone call echoed abruptly amidst the thunder and lightning.

Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment, then sat up, rubbed his temples, composed himself, and picked up the phone.

A distant rumble of thunder, whether from outside the window or over the phone, was unclear. For some reason, Lu Zheng had a feeling that he had waited three months, and this call had finally come.