Chapter 1 Tacit Understanding At 7 PM, the TV was broadcasting the news, and the female lead…

At 7 p.m., the television was broadcasting the news. The female anchor's clear and powerful voice mingled with the sound of thunder and rain: "To stop the slave trade, the recently signed Cyberjaya Convention explicitly prohibits the export of weapons to the entire Killarium State..."

Boring news.

The so-called "ban on arms sales to Killarium to stop the slave trade" is nothing more than a selfish measure by a few powerful countries. Their aim is to keep Killarium out of modern weapons and force it to submit and "willingly" become their colony.

After all, these backward countries have lost even the weapons to protect themselves, so they become fish to be slaughtered and meat to be divided up.

No wonder the leader of Killarium was so eager to see that man. Judging by the time, he must have been there for almost a week.

Yu Tang rubbed her temples and turned off the annoying television. On this secluded private island, television was Yu Tang's only form of entertainment, but it wasn't something she liked.

A muffled thud, like a silenced gunshot, rang out. A strong wind had blown open the half-closed window, the white curtains billowing in the wind like the surging waves off the island. A menacing flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder drowned out the roar of the helicopter rotors, causing the trees and flowers on the ground to sway violently.

Yu Tang went to close the window, and the raindrops carried by the wind blew onto her face, the raindrops at the corners of her eyes like winding tear tracks.

Yu Tang stood by the window and looked out. A flash of lightning illuminated the tall figure stepping down from the helicopter.

The man, travel-worn, unbuttoned his suit jacket with long fingers. The pure black fabric blended into the night, and occasional raindrops fell on it, hanging down his broad shoulders.

The man's lips twitched, and he briefly spoke into the communicator before removing the headset. His long legs moved gracefully, his demeanor composed and elegant even in the pouring rain.

"Mr. Yu." The butler immediately went over to hold an umbrella for the man. The torrential rain rippled on the ground, the ripples lingering. With the rain so heavy and no one holding an umbrella, everyone was caught in the downpour.

Mr. Yu? Yu Tang sneered. Having gotten used to calling him a "bastard" and "beast," Yu Tang had almost forgotten that the man's real name was Yu Chaoxian—the biggest arms dealer on Blue Star.

A selfish, indifferent, money-obsessed ruler, a notorious and ruthless villain!

Actually, Yu Tang's scolding was useless; Yu Chaoxian would take it as praise. Praising Yu Chaoxian's virtues would elicit no reaction from him, while criticizing him would only make him happier, as he would think Yu Tang was playing games with him.

"Me?" Faced with Yu Tang's trembling voice and angry curses, Yu Chaoxian merely raised an eyebrow and chuckled. He didn't believe that arms dealers were villains, so he pushed aside the gun Yu Tang had pressed against his chest, slowly unloaded the bullets from the pistol, and with a turn of the cold muzzle, lifted the girl's smooth chin, forcing Yu Tang to look at him. "I am just a businessman who sells goods according to current business practices. As for what my products are used for or what consequences they may cause, that is obviously none of my business."

Therefore, aside from financial success, Yu Chaoxian cared about nothing outside of his business. Knowing that cigarettes and alcohol can kill, they should be thanking their lucky stars that at least his weapon had a safety catch.

All he could do was provide weapons to any customer who offered a reasonable price, regardless of who they were, what ideology they adhered to, or what race, nationality, or belief they held.

Once the money is in his hands, the goods are delivered to the other party.

After all, he was just a businessman; he had no pity for such trivial matters and wanted to leave them to God.

Therefore, Yu Tang and he were completely unable to communicate, let alone imagine that their hearts could be in sync.

Yu Chaoxian walked straight towards the main building of the manor. His black suit seemed to blend into the night, and even the color of his pupils resembled the endless night, evoking a sense of boundless loneliness and despair at first glance. It seemed that even the wind favored Yu Chaoxian, carrying faded begonia petals that swept through the man's hair, revealing his deep eyes.

Undeniably, Yu Chaoxian's appearance is deceptively gentle. He is carrying a pink bow-tie candy box with the word "Candy" printed on it, the kind of candy that Yu Tang loves to eat.

At this moment, Yu Chaoxian resembled a considerate husband returning home.

If Yu Chaoxian hadn't carefully wiped the blood off his face and hands against the car window with a handkerchief...

The man stopped a certain distance from the door. Yu Chaoxian glanced down at the stains, his dark brows furrowing slightly. The cuffs of his suit were still stained with blood. Yu Tang disliked the smell of blood and would hate it along with him.

He never thought about whether Yu Tang hated blood or him.

Yu Tang always had a reason for disliking him, and Yu Chao first attributed those reasons to external factors, such as the clothes or the weather, in any case, they had nothing to do with him personally.

After tidying his clothes, Yu Chao stopped beside the crabapple tree, which faced Yu Tang's room.

It's currently the flowering season for crabapple trees, and if it weren't for the torrential rain, you could see the petals falling like rain. Unfortunately, the flowering season coincided with the rainy season, and the ground is covered with withered flowers soaked by the rain.

They are so pitiful.

A split second before the man looked up at her, Yu Tang closed the window. The fluttering curtains fell, restoring the room to its former tranquility and blocking any prying eyes from the outside. However, a petal slipped through the net and drifted in on the breeze, carrying a faint fragrance, much like the man's scent—elusive and fleeting, occasionally disturbing Yu Tang's thoughts.

Her gaze shifted from the ground to the ceiling, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. Lying on the bed, drying her half-dry hair, Yu Tang still had the man's look in her eyes lingering in her mind. A man who killed without hesitation and was cold-blooded and ruthless had no reason to have such affectionate eyes.

As Yu Tang lay down, a stiff, cold touch came from her neck—a necklace with a bullet lodged in it, just like all the sensations Yu Chaoxian had given her.

Light footsteps came from the doorway. The man seemed to have anticipated that the door would be locked. His disdainful sneer was masked by the sound of gunfire from the M9—the lock was smashed open.

The bedroom was pitch black, without a single lamp. The girl inside clearly wasn't waiting for him. Yu Chaoxian, upon entering, didn't rush towards the bedroom; instead, he went to the bathroom first.

A familiar curve sank in beside her, and the fair-skinned, slender Yu Tang was enveloped in a shadow of confinement. Yu Chaoxian still carried the steam from the bathroom and the same scent of shower gel. Then he rolled over and pressed his entire body against hers.

It was like a mountain pressing down on her, a mountain that Yu Tang could never cross no matter what.

Yu Tang instinctively tried to push him away, raising her hand to rest against Yu Chaoxian's smooth, sculpted arm. A pair of cool, pale hands rested on his burning arm, their contrasting colors striking the man's skin. Yu Chaoxian's heart skipped a beat; his gaze fell on the arm. This was the first time Yu Tang had touched him since they arrived on the island.

This put the man in a great mood, unlike the previous days when he went straight to the point, and he had endless patience.

The small desk lamp on the table was turned on. As usual, Yu Chaoxian would look at Yu Tang for a while to see if there was still love in Yu Tang's eyes, and how much love was left. His slender fingers played with Yu Tang's long, straight black hair, wrapping the girl's hair around his fingertips.

Unfortunately, no matter how tightly it was wrapped at the beginning, or how many times it was wrapped, the hair would quickly come loose.

"Tangtang, what do you want?" Yu Chaoxian gently stroked Yu Tang's smooth cheek with his fingertips.

Yu Tang stared at Yu Chaoxian, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything. She didn't believe that Yu Chaoxian didn't know what she wanted.

free.

As expected, Yu Chaoxian said, "Except for leaving me."

Then there's nothing more to talk about. Yu Tang didn't want to waste her breath or keep Yu Chaoxian in her sight, so she simply closed her eyes, ignored him, and stopped looking at him.

In such a distorted relationship, where love is not love and kinship is not kinship, he still expects her to say something nice.

Yu Chaoxian wasn't annoyed. He was already used to Yu Tang's cold treatment; if she ignored him, so be it. Ideally, her body and soul would both be with him; if her heart wasn't, her body could, since her heart resided within her body. He had a lifetime to spend with her.

They'll wear each other down until they die.

"Tangtang, you said you would never abandon me. We are each other's only family now, aren't we?" Yu Chaoxian pulled the blanket off Yu Tang's face, leaned down and kissed Yu Tang's ear, cheek and chin. "You only have me left."

He could still say such a thing after he had been threatening her with the people around her.

Yu Chaoxian kissed his way down to the bullet pendant on Yu Tang's neck. He noticed that the girl in his arms was trembling but still dared to resist him, using her slender arms to shield their bodies. In the kiss, he still tasted the annoying salty, wet flavor.

She cried again.

"When can you let me go?" Yu Tang opened her mouth, wanting to leave. Her eyes were red from crying, and her lips were wet with tears, making them appear even more red.

Yu Chaoxian's patience was limited. He twisted Yu Tang's chin with his thumb and forefinger, leaving red marks on the girl's fair skin with his rough fingertips.

The man's impeccably handsome face loomed large before Yu Tang's eyes. He smiled threateningly, "I remember, there was also someone named Mo Fei, right?"

Yu Tang's eyes widened, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads, hot and heavy, falling onto Yu Chaoxian's arm.

The girl's body trembled, but her voice was crystal clear: "As long as you don't touch Mofei, you can always use her to threaten me." This was the only friend she cared about left.

forever?

This is a word that Yu Chaoxian was interested in.

"How far is forever? Make it clear, Yu Tang, is it growing old together?"

Yu Tang refused to answer, stubbornly turning her face away and refusing to look at him again.

Yu Chaoxian pinched her chin and turned her around. She was crying so pitifully. He looked at her again and again, his eyes burning with a fierce, dark fire.

He leaned down and kissed her perfectly on her rosy lips.

Therefore, Yu Chaoxian concluded that a lover's mouth seems to be used for only two things—

kiss,

Or an argument.

More kisses mean fewer arguments.

At least at this point, they both tacitly chose the former.

Yu Chaoxian hooked his arm around Yu Tang's neck, and Yu Tang touched the winding, hideous scar on his chest, which looked like a spider web.

Inside the room, glimpses of secret trysts were visible; the scattered clothes were already folded together, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected everything clearly.

Yu Tang really wanted to smash that floor-to-ceiling window.

The reflection in the window showed her barely clothed, her face full of seductive charm; it was truly disgusting and nauseating.

Yu Tang remained silent, her submissiveness infuriating. Yu Chao first tried to make her obey, but this kind of submissiveness was not what he wanted.

Yu Chaoxian lifted her up by the back of her neck, his lips parting slightly: "Since you're so smart, why don't you think about who you should like so that they don't have to die?"

Yu Tang had thought about it more than once.

Perhaps it is Yu Chaoxian who deserves to die.

If, if she hadn't saved Yu Chaoxian that day and hadn't said to the man, "We are each other's family and relatives, and I will never abandon you," what would things be like now?