The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

He gritted his teeth. This woman was ruthless and decisive enough to make him remember her to this day.

"Hmph," Hao Haiyun sneered, reaching out to snatch the gun from her.

Without hesitation, Su Wen pulled the safety, cocked the gun, and his movements were so practiced that it seemed he had practiced countless times: "Don't think I'm afraid to fire."

Hao Haiyun stopped.

If she dares, what else wouldn't she dare to do?

His shoulder blade still throbbed with a dull ache. How similar was this scene? He chuckled to himself. Two years ago, didn't he also doubt that someone as delicate and frail as her would dare to fire a gun? In the end, she didn't even blink and plunged a bullet into his shoulder blade.

She wanted him dead, and she was truly ruthless.

No one is more ruthless than this woman.

"What do you want?" His voice was as cold as shattered ice.

"Just like before, let me go. From now on, we'll be together again, amidst green hills and clear waters, never to meet again," Suwen replied quickly.

"Okay," Hao Haiyun agreed without hesitation, but added, "Only this once."

The implication is that if you, like a little rabbit, stumble into a wolf's den again, don't blame me for being impolite.

"make a deal."

Su Wen didn't waste any more words with him. When dealing with this kind of person, the key was to be decisive. Further entanglement would only lead to unforeseen complications. In this line of work, if Hao Haiyun was second to none, no one dared to claim first place; haggling would bring her absolutely no advantage.

She wasn't afraid he'd change his mind, so she turned the gun around and returned it to its rightful owner, neatly putting it back on his waist.

Suwen tossed her hair, tidied herself up, and stood up to walk towards the door.

Hao Haiyun leaned against her and said slowly, "Believe it or not, once you step out of this door, you'll be riddled with bullets."

Su Wen didn't even turn her head, but chuckled softly: "I believe you. But I believe even more in Brother Yun's word; if he says he'll let me go, he definitely will."

Behind him, Hao Haiyun gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "You better remember this, and you'd better burn incense and pray to Buddha, so I don't catch you running into this next time!"

Suwen thought to herself, feeling a bit down: "I don't need you to remind me, I should go home and pray to Buddha, and maybe take a pomelo leaf bath to get rid of the bad luck!"

As soon as Nie Suwen stepped out of the private room, her legs went weak, and she could barely stand, only able to support herself by leaning against the wall. She stumbled into the restroom, not even having time to close the stall door, and collapsed in front of the toilet, vomiting violently.

Damn, three big glasses of Black Label, pure black, that would knock out a cow.

My stomach felt like it was being squeezed, twisted and churning, and I kept gagging and vomiting, even trying to bring up stomach acid. I felt dizzy and disoriented.

She was drenched in sweat from head to toe, her hair sticky and clinging to her face, looking as if she had just been pulled out of the water. A soft, rhythmic thumping sound came from the tiles outside the bathroom; a woman's high heels approached step by step, stopping abruptly at her door, followed by a sharp "Ah—" that quickly faded away.

Suwen slumped against the wooden partition, laughing weakly. How was she any different from a drunkard now? Who would have thought that during the day she was a minor celebrity relentlessly bombarded with questions from reporters?

This society treats people like animals and tortures them!

The toilet flushed several times. Nie Suwen pressed her stomach and finally slowly got up, moving step by step from the bathroom. She leaned on the sink, turned on the tap, and the cold water poured down. Her consciousness seemed to return a little. She stared blankly at the mirrored wall, at the pale-faced, disheveled woman with hair like a ghost. Several double images appeared, and she shook her head vigorously until the double images returned to one.

Oh...it was me...

She collapsed weakly, looking so disheveled that she could hardly recognize herself. How could she possibly go out and face people?

After thinking for a moment, she took out her phone, leaned against the cold, hard washbasin, slowly slid down, and sat on the floor to start dialing.

"Hey... Xiao Ai... um, I'm in Mour, I booked a room here to rest tonight. If it's convenient, could you come over for a bit?... Could you bring me some things... um, a change of clothes, oh, and sleeping pills."

After she finished speaking, she threw her phone aside, feeling utterly weak, and then fell asleep in the bathroom.

When the bell rang, she jolted awake, her neck digging painfully into the hard edge of the sink.

She twisted her neck, her phone still flashing on the floor tiles, cheerfully singing: "I smile the moment I see you, your graceful charm is so wonderful, being with you, I'm never worried. I smile the moment I see you..."

Suwen now understands the brilliance of Xiao Rong's choice of this bell. Look at her, she's not even human anymore. She can still laugh when she hears this lively bell.

"Hello..." He picked up the phone listlessly.

"I'm at the door. Which room are you in?" It was Xiao Ai.

She scratched her head and slowly got up: "I haven't booked a room yet, can I use your ID? I'm not comfortable with this..."

Xiao Ai thought so too: "Then come to the guest room on the third floor. I've brought you everything you wanted. There's one more thing I need to tell you in person."

"Okay." She hung up, her steps unsteady as she walked out of the bathroom, to the third floor, the third floor...

When Xiao Ai found her with the room key, she was completely stunned: "How did you get like this?" As she spoke, she reached out to touch the wound on her mouth. Su Wen's cracked lips had just scabbed over, and when Xiao Ai touched it, she hissed and frowned.

Xiao Ai was startled and quickly withdrew her hand: "Why didn't you tell me you were injured on the phone? I could have bought you some medicine." It was strange that she was suggesting she buy sleeping pills. While it's not uncommon for celebrities to rely on medication to sleep due to their tight schedules and high stress, she knew Su Wen had never done so.

Suwen took the room key from her hand and said as she opened the door, "I encountered a ghost today. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares tonight if I don't take some medicine."

Xiao Ai was even more confused.

Once inside the room, she went into the bathroom to run the water. Xiao Ai spread out the things she had brought on the bed one by one: "Clothes, shoes, bag, and your medicine. You have the driver's phone number, right? Should I have the nanny car wait downstairs tomorrow, or what?"

"No, I'm afraid it will attract reporters." Suwen opened the bottle of mineral water in the room and swallowed two sleeping pills with the cold water.

Seeing her pale face, as if something had really happened, Xiao Ai was still worried: "Didn't you want to talk to Young Master Lu? How did it go? I just saw his car downstairs..."

"Is he still there?" Suwen didn't believe it. She walked to the window and flicked the light. This street was a city that never sleeps. The colorful neon lights shone on the pure white Maserati, making it stand out.

Looking at her face, Xiao Ai guessed that the negotiation had probably fallen apart, and she felt a little indignant: "Looking at the boss's refined appearance, how could he do such a tasteless thing as hitting a woman? If you ask me, no man is any good. We've learned our lesson this time, so we shouldn't believe those sweet words in the future." After saying that, she became worried again, "Sigh, how am I going to be on the show tomorrow with things turned out like this?"

Suwen didn't pay attention to what she said, only staring at the car downstairs. Had he guessed she was still there because he hadn't left? But could she let him see her like this? Just like how he had kept his engagement to Xiao Yuan a secret, Nie Suwen also had things she couldn't bring herself to say. Could the two closest people truly share their deepest secrets without any reservations? No, there were some things Suwen didn't want him to know, even if she took them to her grave.

Seeing that she remained silent, Xiao Ai also became worried: "Even if you don't get criticized by the director, I'll still get scolded to death by Sister Ye when I get back! Sigh, it's all my fault for giving such a bad idea, making you come here to ask him."

"It's none of your business, Xiao Ai." Su Wen then noticed her and patted her to comfort her. "By the way, you said on the phone that you wanted to talk to me in person about something?"

Xiao Ai then remembered, quickly straightened her face, and took out a stack of envelopes from her bag.

"Look at this."

The envelope had already been torn open, and Suwen poured out a stack of photos. It was a thick stack, and every single one of them featured her; the more she looked at them, the more unsettling it became.

"Where did they come from?" Suwen pressed her palm against the scattered photos on the bed.

"This is going to be published in tomorrow's Star Weekly. Luckily, the editor-in-chief there has some connections with Sister Ye, and he spoke to her first. The company spent a lot of money to buy it."

Suwen thought for a moment, then carefully gathered the photos one by one, as if they were precious keepsakes.

"Why keep it?" Xiao Ai asked, puzzled.

Su Wen silently stared at the top photo, a picture of her and Zhou Xiaochuan eating backstage. The wide-angle lens and ultra-high-resolution focus revealed even the smallest details. She had to admit the photographer was incredibly professional; from Xue Shaofeng to Zhou Xiaochuan, and even director Wei Liao, every man in the industry she had ever spoken to had been deliberately photographed from an ambiguous angle.

This can only lead to one conclusion: she was being targeted.

No one would be happy to find out they are being followed and their entire life is exposed to others. Nie Suwen was no exception.

"What are you planning to do?" Xiao Ai couldn't help but ask as she watched Suwen confidently put away the photos.

"I'll show these photos to whoever they're meant to see," Su Wen said with a cold smile. "If you want to make things difficult for me, then you won't have an easy time either."

After taking the medicine, drowsiness overcame her. Suwen took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, she woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the white curtains and onto the bed. Xiao Ai had set the alarm for her before she left, afraid she would be late.

After getting up and washing up, Suwen carefully examined herself in the mirror. Her face, the very thing she relied on for a living, wasn't as contorted as it had been the night before. Thanks to Xiao Ai's ice pack, the redness and swelling had subsided, but dark purple bruises were visible beneath her skin. Without makeup, she really looked like a half-demon.

She carefully covered her face with powder while cursing inwardly. But since Hao Haiyun had only ruined half her face, she was lucky to have survived. However, she'd threatened him with a gun again; if there was a third time, even a god couldn't protect her.