Chapter 98, an added bonus: "I like it, until death do us part." "Good evening, everyone..."

Just as Fu Ze had predicted, when he said those words, Yuan Jianxing's expression underwent the biggest change he had ever seen.

He seemed to have foreseen this.

That's true. If it were him, how could he not have predicted his possible response?

But he seemed somewhat incredulous.

It was as if he couldn't comprehend that he could actually utter such words, which could be considered as erasing his past existence.

Amidst the clanging and clashing of spear and shield, Yuan Jianxing seemed about to shatter.

Seeing this scene, Fu Ze felt a pang of reluctance, but more than anything, he felt a sense of satisfaction at having avenged his great enemy.

It should have been done a long time ago!

This should have been done a long time ago!!

As if he were insatiable, Fu Ze actually wanted to increase the stakes even further.

Seizing on Yuan Jianxing's mistake, Fu Ze switched from defense to offense.

“You say Fu Ze is opportunistic, but Que Ling is a peaceful person and has never been moved by petty gains.”

'Downward Slash'

“You say Fu Ze is cunning, but Que Ling has always been passive. It’s always others who wrong him, never him who wrongs others.”

"top pick"

"You say Fu Ze is good at pretending, but Que Ling is very sincere in her dealings with people and things, and has a good reputation."

"Leap Slash"

Like a poet reciting his verses that are celebrated throughout the world, Fu Ze's every move was full of passion and fervor.

"Target the throat"

"I think Que Ling is a million times better than Fu Ze."

The two swords were drawn again, neither willing to yield.

This was indeed the argument Fu Ze used to provoke Yuan Jianxing, and it truly reflected his recent feelings.

Since becoming a Sparrow Feather, he has had more money than he could ever spend.

Therefore, he could easily reclaim the Demon Lizard 757.

It has an objective influence.

With just a word from him, he can facilitate a project or give an ordinary person an unprecedented opportunity to change their life.

And it has the love of countless fans.

There will always be people who love him, who are willing to fight for him, even against the whole world.

All of the above are things that Fu Ze, who has replaced one person after another who chose to solve problems by killing, whether actively or passively, has never been able to obtain.

The price to pay was simply to go back to square one with Yuan Jianxing.

Although it's called a "price," it's really just a way to get the story back on track.

Those experiences with Hara Mihoshi were more like beautiful "accidents" brought about by an unpredictable and sudden mistake.

After a while, Yuan Jianxing spoke, and the pressure on Fu Ze's legs loosened considerably.

The sword held by Yuan Jianxing lost its grip under Fu Ze's fierce attack and was almost slipping from his hand.

"The sparrow feathers are indeed very good."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ze turned his head away and gave a self-deprecating snort.

See? Such a simple multiple-choice question, even a child who understands a little bit of human affairs can answer it correctly, let alone Yuan Jianxing, who is the CEO?

Just as he was about to follow up on Yuan Jianxing's words and conclude that these words, which were meaningless except for venting emotions and hurting each other, were meaningless, Yuan Jianxing leaned in again.

Compared to his previous methodical moves, Yuan Jianxing's actions this time were completely unpredictable and wide open.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they risked everything.

"But I don't like it."

He held Fu Ze's chin with his hand, forcibly turning the other's head back, and then said, word by word, "I insist on liking Fu Ze, who seems to be inferior to Que Ling in every way."

Yuan Jianxing, who had been locked in a stalemate, suddenly released his grip and stepped back, letting the sword fall freely. But the instant it fell, he lunged forward, switched his grip to his left hand, and charged forward again.

"He was the first to break my undefeated record. He even took the initiative to announce his position to the enemy and used the information gap to fake his death and escape in front of me."

"It was also him who, after changing his appearance, lay dormant by my side, offering his loyalty to me in order to achieve his own goals, and gaining my trust through various matters, big and small."

"It is he who will become aware of my existence without anyone else noticing, and who will overcome countless difficulties and obstacles to live and die with me."

"If I don't like people like that, then who else can I like?!"

In fact, when Fu Ze heard Yuan Jianxing say "I like you" a second time, he felt like he had lost his hearing. He could only see the other person's lips opening and closing, but he couldn't hear a sound.

But he still knew what the other person was saying.

Just like how he was able to tell from the other person's lip movements that Yuan Jianxing had sent people to stake out and watch over him when he was hiding behind the hotel curtains.

How can this not be considered a natural cycle of karma?

Finally, Yuan Jianxing breathed a sigh of relief as he exposed the long-buried, dark secret buried deep in his heart.

It should have been done a long time ago.

It should have been done a long time ago.

His tone then changed from passionate and impassioned to calm and collected.

As if he had unlocked some key, Yuan Jianxing, now in charge, fought with increasing ferocity, forcing Fu Ze to retreat step by step.

"If he manages to escape, I will bring him back."

"Run once, I'll catch you once. Run twice, I'll catch you both."

Although Yuan Jianxing didn't say it explicitly, Fu Ze could glean the unspoken message from the deliberately tugged handcuffs on his wrists—

Just like now.

"As long as he's willing to play, I'll keep playing with him."

Only after saying this did Yuan Jianxing release his hand, pulling it outwards along Fu Ze's smooth jawline.

Just as the two were about to separate, his fingertips seemed to linger on Fu Ze's chin for a moment, before finally taking them away completely as if waking from a dream.

"Until...I die, then it will end."

Fu Ze's pupils suddenly contracted.

This was the first time he had heard Hara Mihoshi speak of his own death.

This topic was completely unfamiliar to Fu Ze.

Because he had become accustomed to his own death, so accustomed that he had almost forgotten the concept of aging.

Therefore, he never imagined that Hara Misaki would die.

In Fu Ze's mind, Yuan Jianxing should be invincible, able to recover and adjust quickly even if he encounters setbacks, big or small.

It will never grow old, it will never die, and it will always be chasing and competing with itself.

Fu Ze suddenly realized that Yuan Jianxing's appearance had added many extra footnotes to his life.

Thinking of the past, thinking of him.

Thinking about the future, I also think about him.

Perhaps, just as Fu Ze's appearance was to Yuan Jianxing.

Yuan Jianxing's sword tip was inches away, its gleaming blade reflecting his eyes. Fu Ze had to use his last ounce of strength to barely hold on.

Hara Miki launched the final attack.

Yuan Jianxing flicked his wrist, and the ceremonial sword in his hand coiled around Fu Ze's sword like a snake, directly knocking it aside.

Since Fu Ze absolutely refused to bring up the issue again, Yuan Jianxing simply skipped the question-and-answer session and went straight to the answer:

"He never needed my forgiveness."

“I am not the one who carries secrets alone, I am not the one who strives relentlessly for his goal, and I am not the one who has truly experienced death time and time again. So why should I be so high and mighty as to ‘forgive’ him?”

"I just hope that if one day he gets tired or needs help, he will think of me."

"And when that time comes, as long as he turns around, he will find that I have always been behind him."

Yuan Jianxing's answer was neither "forgiveness," nor "sympathy," nor "protection."

Instead, it's about "understanding" and "support".

Facing Fu Ze, who was certain to lose unarmed and without weapons, Yuan Jianxing, who had already secured his victory, surprisingly chose to plant his own sword beside the one that had been sent flying in a silver arc and was now stuck straight in the ground. He then took a step back and gave a slight bow.

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew from the east side of Shifengtun to the west side, directly blowing open both doors of the warehouse.

As this fierce draft swept through, thousands of mirrors fell down one after another like dominoes.

Upon impact, the dust-covered mirrors shattered, exploding into countless jade-like fragments. These fragments were then swept into the airflow, swirling towards Yuan Jianxing and Fu Ze like a blizzard.

Seeing this, Yuan Jianxing immediately shielded Fu Ze with his body and pulled his uniform jacket to block the two of them from the outside.

In this extremely narrow and dark space, the two people's breaths mingled on each other's skin, between their mouths and noses.

Heartbeats, smells, gazes... everything that could be mixed together merged into one, making it impossible to distinguish between you and me.

Once the strong wind had completely passed, Yuan Jianxing shook his clothes, straightened his body, and returned to his previous state.

Fu Ze subconsciously reached out to tug at the chain around the other person's collar, hoping to preserve this chaotic, unconnected, and unbiased scene for a little longer.

Unfortunately, he was suppressed too much by Yuan Jianxing, so in the end he could only bend his finger and do nothing else.

Under the influence of this gust of wind, all the mirrors in the warehouse shattered, and the hundreds of talismans also vanished without a trace.

Therefore, only the original star and the last original star remain here.

Fu Ze suddenly felt like laughing.

Then he actually started laughing.

Who are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?

He didn't know. He just found it funny, so he laughed.

Look at the mess this has made.

"OK."

He wiped his face, then forcefully tilted his head back, like a small animal revealing its soft throat.

"The strong winds that swept across the plane just now probably crushed those two longswords that were stuck in the ground."

After a while, Fu Ze turned his face back and blinked slowly and provocatively.

Good evening, CEO.

Finally, it was Fu Ze who was talking to Yuan Jianxing.

"It is true that I fell into your trap, but it is clear that this trap was not designed for me alone."

Fu Ze shook the shackles on his wrists and even began to admire them with a leisurely air.

"So may I ask when and how you officially recognized me this time?"

Finally, Yuan Jianxing, who had always been ready to meet Fu Ze's fierce and defiant resistance with either force or force, fell silent for the first time.

In fact, when it came to recognizing him, the first thing that came to mind was the various details that Fu Ze had shown in his daily life.

For example, ginger ale that insists on being drunk only with a straw; or fruit pie that one almost hates and whose mere sight makes one want to pant and jump.

For example, buying those obviously fabricated stories from merchants under the guise of emotional value; or, for instance, a way of speaking that is either provocative or provokes.

Although it's difficult to find all these characteristics in a second person, it's not enough to definitively prove that Que Ling is Fu Ze.

But this ultimate evidence...

Yuan Jianxing subtly pursed her lips.

Does he have to admit to Fu Ze that he had overheard almost the entire conversation between the other party and the boy?

Are we going to make him admit on the spot that he is "petty and quick to take revenge"?

Does he have to recall how, when he heard the words "But I've already decided I don't like him anymore," he almost lost control and ordered the lurking officers to arrest him?

Absolutely not!

This was Yuan Jianxing's last fig leaf, the kind he'd take to his grave.

Fortunately, the afterglow of the setting sun helped to conceal the blush rising on his earlobes.

Feigning composure, Yuan Jianxing straightened his collar, then nimbly rolled to the side, sat up decisively, and said heavily with his back to Fu Ze:

"cannot."

Fu Ze, who almost fell off the mattress due to this series of actions: ...

hehe.

See, he said that Hara Kensei was petty!

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Are you sure you want to walk out like this?

Fu Ze shook the two wrists that were handcuffed together, like young couples on their first date who weren't used to holding hands and could only pull on each other's sleeves instead.

"If the meaning has been clearly expressed, then just remove it."

Looking down at the other person's skin, reddened by the edge of the handcuffs, Yuan Jianxing thought for a moment and then agreed.

"Alright."

Fu Ze: ...

He was just being sarcastic and didn't really intend for Hara Miki to untie the connection between them.

But since I brought it up myself, it would be somewhat of a cover-up if I were to back out now.

So he reluctantly said "Oh..."

But Yuan Jianxing did not immediately remove the handcuffs as he had said. Instead, he gestured forward and said, "Lift your foot first."

In front of the two of them was an abandoned bar table that was as tall as an adult man's chest.

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt, Fu Ze smoothly and easily propped one leg up.

Putting everything else aside, the flexibility of the peacock feathers is truly remarkable.

Yuan Jianxing glanced at the bar stool that he really wanted to signal to, but seemed to be stuck in Fu Ze's blind spot at the moment. Without saying anything, he raised his hand and put a ring on Fu Ze's ankle.

After adjusting the anklet to the right size, Yuan Jianxing thoughtfully warned, "Don't even think about finding Wells Lee to unlock or remove it for you. If you remove one, you'll just have to install ten next time."

After stretching his ankles, Fu Ze sincerely advised, "Let's not do it again. It's too much trouble, too much waste of money and energy, not good."

Hara Mihoshi: ...

Shouldn't he be the one saying that?

Although Shifengtun was still noisy at this time, there was no unusual sound wave from the engines of the air and land motorcycles among these noises.

“What happened to those executives?” Fu Ze asked.

“I’ve already had them evacuate. Your current status is indeed special, so the fewer people who know about your situation, the better.” Yuan Jianxing casually handed over the mask that Fu Ze had dropped during the fight between the two of them. “As for Zhao Hongde, I’ll handle that.”

"Oh, how considerate." Fu Ze took the mask, but just fiddled with it with his fingers and refused to wear it. "Last time I asked you to help me up, you were really reluctant."

It's obvious they've become arrogant and overbearing after gaining this status.

Yuan Jianxing chose not to argue with Fu Ze. "Where did you park your car?"

When they got off the bus earlier, Fu Ze had put the Demon Lizard 757 in camouflage mode. In addition, it was covered in a bunch of messy leaves, so it would be extremely difficult to find without someone to guide it.

"Where is the Chief taking me?" Unlocking the car, Fu Ze unceremoniously sat in the passenger seat. "With such a beautiful scene, a luxury car and a beautiful woman, wouldn't it be a waste not to go for a drive and enjoy the scenery?"

Yuan Jianxing looked up at the completely dark night and didn't know how to respond.

So he chose to remain unchanged and say, "I'll take you home."

Fu Ze was clearly not satisfied with this answer.

"I was only half coerced and half bribed into admitting Fu Ze's identity."

He turned to the side and placed a hand on Yuan Jianxing's thigh.

Several long, slender fingers with perfectly manicured nails were nestled in the folds of Yuan Jianxing's trousers, looking incredibly docile.

"They're going to send me back to Que Ling's house right away."

His eyes sparkled, and with those emerald green eyes, he was like a priceless jewel displayed on velvet and up for auction.

"How heartless."

Yuan Jianxing felt the veins on his forehead bulging out for the first time in a long time.

I'm back, all those feelings are back.

Fu Ze, whether he didn't see it or saw it but pretended not to, continued, "We finally turned hostility into friendship, shouldn't you show some willingness to share the burden? What's that word again? Oh, bondage."

Grabbing the other person's furtive hand that was almost moving up to his thigh, Yuan Jianxing forcibly pulled him aside and said calmly, "Go home."

Judging from Yuan Jianxing's sincerity, Fu Ze shrank his neck, pursed his lips, and listlessly tried to pull his hand back.

"Alright, alright, let's go home then. You're the domineering CEO, I'll do whatever you say."

However, his hand was grabbed by something.

The kind where the ten fingers are interlocked from top to bottom on the back of the hand.

“I mean,” Yuan Jianxing said, taking Fu Ze’s hand to put the gear up, “to go back to my house.”

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Author's Note: The synopsis has been completely redone! *clapping* [heart emoji]

I'm so happy to be changing the cover to the one with the added logo!

Writing these two and a half chapters completely exhausted me; I need to write several more chapters of sweet, intimate scenes between the young couple to recover [crying emoji].