Lin Huowang listened quietly, his heart devoid of any emotion, only pity for this foolish woman. Her perspective was rooted in the era and environment in which she grew up, and now, after arriving in Hong Kong, she'd been exposed to the Guo family's constant gossip about the concubines of wealthy families. But he was Lin Huowang; his consciousness and bottom line came from the future.
"Mengmeng!" He interrupted her, his voice more serious than ever. "Listen, don't mention this again. I'm Lin Huowang, not some Qing Dynasty veteran who relies on having three wives and four concubines to show off his status. My wife, from beginning to end, is only you, Liu Rumeng. I've waited for the past eighteen years, isn't it just another two or three years of being a monk? I can still wait!"
"But..." Liu Rumeng wanted to say something.
"No buts." Lin Huowang's voice softened, but with unquestionable strength, "As long as I can make you recover, I will wait no matter how long it takes. Go to bed early and don't think about those trivial things. Good night." He hung up the phone decisively without giving her a chance to continue.
Listening to the busy tone coming from the microphone, Liu Rumeng looked at the sparse starlight outside the bedroom window, feeling a mixture of emotions, the warmth of being firmly cared for by her lover, and the deep distress of waiting for him. Her Awang was always like this, so stubborn that it made people feel distressed.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Huowang lay in the darkness, his eyes clear and sleepless. Liu Rumeng's recovery was a good sign, and her humble "virtue" only strengthened his resolve to clear all obstacles, protect her, and love her forever. The turmoil in Hong Kong was about to be further turbulent because of his move tomorrow. He closed his eyes and devoted all his attention to the conception and deduction of his plan.
The night is long and undercurrents are surging.
The next morning, in Yau Ma Tei, at the Asia Daily editorial office, the smell of still-wet newspaper ink filled the air, carrying with it a tense, almost warlike atmosphere.
The front-page headline, a line of bold, sharp characters, like a sword unsheathed, pointed directly at the leading figure in Hong Kong's literary world: [Jin Yong poaches talent, what's his intention? Asia Daily makes its stance clear: 10% of Ming Pao shares could be exchanged for Huang Yi!]
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