A sudden sense of relief flashed across Chen Hede's face. He slowly turned around and stepped out of the room.

Hu Moli followed closely behind.

Chen Hede walked very slowly, his eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

It wasn't until Hu Moli gently tugged at his clothes that he snapped out of his reverie and realized he had almost bumped into the wall.

"Sir, why did you push Miss Xu to Marshal Cheng's side?" Hu Moli's voice was soft but tinged with inquiry.

Chen Hede raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze deep, "You think I like Miss Xu?"

Hu Moli raised her bright eyes, a sly glint in them. "In this world, who can resist liking Miss Xu?"

Chen Hede smiled slightly and asked in return, "And you? Do you like it too?"

“Of course,” Hu Moli replied softly, with a hint of teasing in her tone. “Miss Xu is passionate, kind, and easy-going. If I were a man, I’m afraid I would have willingly followed her long ago.”

Chen Hede chuckled lightly, "Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of person who does that kind of thing."

Hu Moli lifted her skirt and slowly walked down the stairs in her high heels, her voice tinged with a hint of teasing, "If Miss Xu is moved by Young Marshal Cheng, then I can't throw a tantrum and not attend the wedding banquet, can I?"

Chen Hede followed behind her, his tone indifferent, "They could never possibly go that far."

Hu Moli leaned against the wall, tilting her head slightly. "Master doesn't understand women's hearts. Miss Xu's eyes clearly show that she has already fallen for her."

Chen Hede did not respond, but silently passed Hu Moli and walked to the first floor.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, hesitated for a moment, and then put it back.

Hu Moli stood at the door and bowed slightly, "Respectfully seeing you off, sir."

Chen Hede waved his hand and said to the driver, "Go to the pear orchard."

The driver hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Mei hasn't returned yet."

"If I go to the pear orchard, can I only find Heming?" Chen Hede said calmly.

The night is deep, the moon is bright and the stars are few outside the window, and a gentle breeze brings a touch of coolness.

Xu Zhuohua held Cheng Muyun's hand as the two strolled along the quiet streets of Xinhai City.

"Hearing you say that, tonight really was extremely dangerous. I'm really unlucky to have run into this." Xu Zhuohua sighed.

Cheng Muyun gently patted the back of her hand, his voice tender, "You are a kind-hearted person, saving people was your intention."

Xu Zhuohua pouted, a hint of frustration in her eyes, "But in the end, I still couldn't save that dancer. She even died for me, and I don't even know her name."

Cheng Muyun put his arm around her shoulder, his tone firm, "Doesn't that just prove you're a good person? Otherwise, why would anyone be willing to die for you?"

"I want to help her with her funeral arrangements, and then give all the savings I've accumulated over the past few months to her family." Xu Zhuohua raised her head, her eyes resolute.

Cheng Muyun nodded. "Okay."

When the topic of savings came up, Xu Zhuohua suddenly remembered that Xinghua's job was arranged by Chen Hede, and Boss Huo was also one of Chen Hede's people. It seemed that Cheng Muyun was also aware of this.

"So, from the very beginning, I was never able to escape your control?" Xu Zhuohua's voice carried a hint of self-mockery.

Cheng Muyun didn't say anything, but silently hugged her tighter.

Xu Zhuohua sighed, "I thought I was free, but it was all an illusion."

Cheng Muyun said softly, "You will always be free, and I will do everything in my power to support you."

At this moment, even the most hard-hearted person would be moved by Cheng Muyun's sincerity, let alone Xu Zhuohua, who already favored Cheng Muyun even more.

“Cheng Muyun.” Xu Zhuohua stopped and took his hand, her eyes full of affection. “I want to tell you something very important. Although this is not the right occasion, I just want to say it.”

Cheng Muyun looked at her gently, "Okay, I'm listening."

Xu Zhuohua mustered her courage and was about to speak when a gunshot suddenly rang out.

Cheng Muyun collapsed in front of her, clutching his stomach in pain as blood gushed out like a fountain.

Xu Zhuohua frantically pressed on his wound, but blood instantly stained her hands red.

From the darkness, a group of figures darted out, led by a Japanese man in a black suit.

They surrounded the two men, and the leader made a gesture, at which point the crowd rushed forward.

Someone kicked Cheng Muyun hard in the shoulder, and Xu Zhuohua screamed in terror, "No!"

These men ignored her pleas and continued to punch and kick her mercilessly.

Cheng Muyun held Xu Zhuohua tightly, his body trembling, gasping for breath in pain, but he never let go of her arm.

Xu Zhuohua felt Cheng Muyun's body tremble, tears streaming down her face, and she begged for mercy loudly, but these people ignored her and only cared about committing violence.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Zhuohua clearly felt that Cheng Muyun's breathing was becoming weaker and weaker.

These people finally stopped. The leader slowly walked over, raised his pistol, and pointed it at Cheng Muyun's head.

"No!" Xu Zhuohua shouted in terror, reaching out to protect Cheng Muyun's head.

The Japanese man said with a sneer, "Young Marshal Cheng, on behalf of Mr. Miyata, I extend my greetings to you, and also convey Mr. Miyata's words, 'May you have a safe journey.'"

Xu Zhuohua hugged Cheng Muyun tightly, tears streaming down her face, "Please don't shoot!"

Another gunshot rang out, and the Japanese man fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, gunfire erupted, and the attackers fell one after another.

Xu Zhuohua held Cheng Muyun tightly, not daring to open her eyes.

Just then, footsteps approached, and a familiar voice rang out: "How are you?"

Xu Zhuohua slowly opened her eyes; it was Chen Hede.

Xu Zhuohua was filled with doubts, wondering why Chen Hede would suddenly appear here, but she had no time to worry about that at the moment.

She had only one thought in her mind: Cheng Muyun's safety.

She glanced down at Cheng Muyun and saw that he was pale, breathing weakly, and so weak that he could barely move.

Xu Zhuohua's heart was breaking, and tears welled up in her eyes even more. She could hardly control her emotions, and her voice was trembling with sobs as she urgently said to Chen Hede, "Chen Hede, please save Cheng Muyun!"

A complex emotion flashed in Chen Hede's eyes.

He didn't say another word, he just nodded quickly.

The two of them lifted Cheng Muyun into the car at top speed, and Chen Hede drove himself, heading towards the nearest hospital at an astonishing speed.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past, and Xu Zhuohua held Cheng Muyun's hand tightly, trying to give him some strength.

She could feel his hand trembling slightly, as if he was trying to respond to her touch.

Only then did Xu Zhuohua finally understand what it meant to be heartbroken.

Finally, the hospital gates came into view.

Xu Zhuohua stood outside the emergency room, staring at the tightly closed door.

She had only one thought in her mind: "Cheng Muyun won't die so easily! He still has many bad things to do in history."

"Isn't it true that evil deeds live on for a thousand years?"

"God, please don't let him die!"