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"Young Marshal." Shen Mingliang looked at Shangguan Shaoyi anxiously. "How have you been resting lately? We have solid evidence regarding the person who provided arms to Lin Hongyao, and the next step..."
Shangguan Shaoyi raised his gaze, understanding immediately. "This matter ends here."
Shen Mingliang was taken aback, filled with indignation, and felt that the Young Marshal was being unreasonable because of a woman. "But Young Marshal, if it weren't for Miss Cheng's father providing the arms, Lin Hongyao wouldn't have dared to blow up the plane. Even if he did, he wouldn't have the strength to suppress the restless factions!"
"But what does this have to do with Mo Su?" Shangguan Shaoyi's cold gaze fixed directly on Shen Mingliang. "Mo Su is unaware; one could even say this matter has no connection to her father. Her father didn't know me at that time, nor did he know my father. Any capitalist was gambling; he placed his bet on Lin Hongyao, which is not unreasonable. Remember, the knife is not evil; it is the person who wields it to kill that is evil. Money is not evil; it is the person who uses money to take lives that is evil."
"This..." Shen Mingliang scratched his head. Shangguan Shaoyi's words were irrefutable, leaving him feeling particularly unwilling, with only one voice echoing in his mind: "If it weren't for those arms, the Grand Marshal wouldn't have died."
Shangguan Shaoyi casually glanced over recent intelligence and found no discrepancies. After arranging several meetings and encounters, he sent Shen Mingliang away. He then pondered for a moment before heading straight to Cheng Mo Su's house where she was under house arrest.
A row of guards stood at attention, saluting as Shangguan Shaoyi arrived after several days.
Pushing aside the curtain, a fragrant scent of flowers wafted in.
Cheng Mo Su slightly raised her gaze, her eyes lingering on him, her lips curling into a fresh smile. He returned her smile, gazing at her intently. Today, Cheng Mo Su wore a light purple high-slit qipao, and a water-colored shawl made her collarbone appear subtly visible. She gently waved a fan painted with ink wash, her black hair elegantly styled and adorned with a pearl hairpin, exuding grace and beauty.
"I knew you would come, so I’ve been waiting for you since early morning," she said softly, her bright eyes sparkling even more.
"When did my Mo Su learn fortune-telling?" He laughed as he ruffled her hair and sat beside her, pulling her into his embrace.
Cheng Mo Su shot him a playful glare, a blush creeping onto her face. "You might not believe it when I say this, but I just had this feeling."
He smiled lightly, his pitch-black eyes looking deep into her heart as his large hand caressed her fair and delicate skin. "Then guess why I haven't come these past few days?"
She paused slightly, gazing at him quietly as if any glance away would make him disappear.
His heart tightened at her beauty as he said tenderly, "Alright, stop guessing; I was just too busy."
She let out a long sigh, her delicate fingers touching the teapot. "Would you like some tea? I'll brew it."
"No need." A fleeting harshness flickered in his eyes; the threat from his sister still echoed in his ears. Seeing Cheng Mo Su looking at him with concern, he felt a bit more at ease and pulled her closer, burying his head in her fragrant hair.
Cheng Mo Su wore a gentle smile. "Shaoyi, are you tired? If you're tired, you can take a nap."
Shangguan Shaoyi looked tenderly at her beautiful face and placed a light kiss on her forehead. Although it was gentle, it was filled with deep affection, and Cheng Mo Su felt herself getting lost in it. After a long while, he released her, his cold gaze softening just for her. "I was very tired, but seeing you seems to make me forget all about it."
He didn't want to deal with those entanglements anymore; he just wanted to open his eyes and see her smile and hear her voice. Everything else could be cast aside.
He tightened his embrace around Cheng Mo Su a little more. She smiled faintly; Shaoyi's arms made her feel safe and enchanted.
The group fell silent, lost in their own thoughts.
The purple bed curtains stopped swaying as Yun Yun lit a cigarette and brought it to Shen Mingliang's lips, letting him take a puff.
"What's wrong? Are you troubled? You're so distracted today." Yun Yun lay on Shen Mingliang's broad chest, exhaling softly. Shen Mingliang didn't want to say much, but he couldn't suppress his anger. After Yun Yun's repeated prodding, he finally revealed the truth.
"Cheng Mo Su's father provided arms to Lin Hongyao, which is why Lin Hongyao dared to blow up the Shangguan Family's private plane, causing General Shangguan to meet with an accident. But the young general is infatuated with that woman and insists on dropping the matter without further investigation! Damn it!"
Yun Yun furrowed her brows, her gaze drifting toward the outside world while thoughts of Shangguan Shaoyi filled her mind.
What kind of mindset must he have? How deep must his feelings for Cheng Mo Su be to remain rational in such circumstances and not let himself fall into a dilemma?
She had calculated everything but miscalculated one thing: human emotions!
"They're enemies! Even so, the young general still favors her and wants to be with her. Why is that?!" Shen Mingliang shouted as he pounded the edge of the bed. His heart had already plunged into an abyss of despair, where nothing could warm him; all he could hear was the sound of his own loneliness.
Yun Yun smiled lightly, reaching out to embrace him, her voice warm and soft with an irresistible charm. "Ming Liang, you still have me. How could you be lonely? Whatever you want to do, I will support you."
After all, he was a rough man who didn't think deeply when faced with situations; such a person seemed easier to handle than Lin Hong Yao. Her smile grew increasingly strange, her posture more languid. "Ming Liang, it seems you hold a special admiration for General Shangguan."
"Years ago, General Shangguan saved my life; otherwise, I would have starved to death on the streets." Shen Ming Liang smiled slightly, lost in boundless memories. "At that time, I vowed to serve the General with my life! Back then, I thought the General was exceptionally brave and powerful; just his slightest stomp could shake the entire Northeast. If it weren't for that scoundrel Lin Hong Yao..."
Yun Yun coldly smiled inwardly, her lazy and enchanting body unmoving. She tilted her head slightly to the right, letting her fingers lightly touch and shatter a cup. The fragments scattered across the dark purple carpet, stark and eye-catching. Yun Yun smiled meaningfully as she stared at him and said, "You see, the cup is broken and cannot be repaired. When hearts are scattered, they also cannot be mended."
"What do you mean...?" Shen Ming Liang had a slight understanding in his heart but couldn't fully grasp Yun Yun's meaning.
The curve of Yun Yun's lips rose higher, her beautiful face looking ghostly and sinister. She reached out and shattered the teacup in front of Shen Ming Liang. Her fair fingertips touched the shards, fresh red blood trickling down onto the ground—bright and clear. Holding a shard of porcelain, she pressed it against Shen Ming Liang's throat, her smile breaking. "Do you know what this means?"
"You..." Shen Ming Liang instinctively reached for the gun at his waist but then realized he was completely unarmed; how could he have a gun at his waist?
Yun Yun's gaze turned sharp and sinister as her expression suddenly changed; she burst into laughter. "You're so stupid; you don't understand this at all."
Shen Ming Liang was baffled. "What do you mean?"
Yun Yun's eyes grew increasingly chaotic as she leaned closer to his ear, her voice ghostly and fragrant like orchids. "It means kill him, take his place as the boss, and avenge your General Shangguan."
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