Chapter 282 Fool, your husband will definitely take you away.
The night was as dark as ink.
Fu Beichen avoided all the patrolling bodyguards and went directly to the back staircase.
The movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
He climbed out of the second-floor stairwell window, his arm muscles bulging, and grabbed the pipes on the exterior wall with his bare hands, quickly scaling the third-floor balcony.
He gently pushed open the slightly ajar balcony door and immediately spotted his target.
Only a dim bedside lamp was on in the room. A woman was half-lying on the bed, holding a book in her hands. The soft light shone on her serene and beautiful face.
"Nian Nian".
His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement as he strode toward her.
Hearing the sound, the woman on the bed suddenly looked up, and the book slipped from her hands.
"husband."
She cried out in surprise, almost tumbling off the bed, and buried herself in his strong arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his lean waist.
"Why are you only coming now? I thought... I thought I would never see you again."
As she spoke, her voice trembled with tears, and her warm tears instantly soaked the fabric of his shirt.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
Fu Beichen gently pushed her away, cupped her face, and wiped away her tears with his fingertips.
His gaze carefully examined her body. "Are you injured?"
Finally, his gaze settled on her small right earlobe, where a small, dark brown mole lay quietly.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
The woman took a deep breath and shook her head. "I'm not hurt. They originally trapped me on another island, and only transferred me here yesterday."
"Honey, I want to go home. I miss our son."
She threw herself into his arms again, pressing her cheek against his strong body, greedily absorbing the sense of security that made her feel at ease.
Fu Beichen picked her up and carried her to the edge of the bed.
"Silly girl, your husband will definitely take you away."
He patted her back gently, his voice low and tender, "However, there's a ban on leaving the island. They can only leave the island the day after tomorrow after their activities are finished tomorrow night."
"You stay here and wait for me. Your husband is here and will stay with you."
The woman nodded, tilted her head back, and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Fu Beichen picked her up, lowered his head, and kissed her long, white neck.
He really missed her.
His large hand casually untied the ribbon of her silk robe, revealing a black slip dress underneath, the fabric so scantily clad that it accentuated her graceful curves.
His eyes lit up instantly.
He leaned close to her ear, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive skin, his voice terribly hoarse.
"Do you want it?"
The woman stiffened, then her cheeks flushed, and she nodded slightly.
Her small hands boldly reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it one button at a time.
When her fingertips touched those hard, hot pectoral muscles, her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
Fu Beichen gently placed her on the soft bed, his warm lips tracing her neck and delicate collarbone...
When a woman is overcome with passion, her body becomes so weak and limp.
With her eyes tightly closed, a soft, passionate murmur escaped her throat: "Brother Beichen."
Fu Beichen's movements came to an abrupt halt.
He froze instantly, as if ice water had been poured over his head.
His heart trembled violently; a familiar yet strange feeling gripped him tightly.
The woman noticed the weight on her body had disappeared, slowly opened her eyes, looked at the man who had stopped moving with a dazed expression, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Fu Beichen gently pressed her shoulder with one large hand, his fingertips lightly touching it several times.
The code was given: "Baby, tell me, how many times on odd-numbered days, and how many times on even-numbered days?"
The woman was completely unaware of anything amiss.
"Honey, are you... feeling unwell?"
Fu Beichen felt utterly hopeless.
He got out of bed, turned his back to her, and slowly and methodically buttoned up his shirt, one button at a time.
"You should rest first."
His voice was devoid of any emotion. "Old Lu is looking for me, I guess he has something to say."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
The woman panicked, jumped out of bed, and grabbed his hand. "Honey, I'm scared. Come stay with me tonight."
"Okay, I'll try my best. You should rest first."
Fu Beichen patiently replied, then turned and jumped off the balcony without looking back.
Downstairs, a figure emerged from under the tree, waiting respectfully.
"Sir, is the woman upstairs your wife?"
Fu Beichen handed him a long strand of hair that he was holding between his fingers, his tone icy and chilling.
"Investigate thoroughly." In fact, he already knew who it was; he just needed to confirm it.
"Also, keep a close eye on this room and see who she's hanging out with."
"yes."
The shadowy figure gripped the strands of hair tightly in its hand, feeling an unusual chill. A shiver ran through it, and it vanished into the night.
Fu Beichen walked quickly toward his room and saw Lu Qinglin leaning against a pillar in the corridor, with cigarette butts scattered on the ground.
He was puffing out smoke, looking utterly dejected.
Fu Beichen didn't have time to pay attention to him.
At this moment, Lu Qinglin's heart was filled with mixed feelings, like a turbulent sea.
He had kept his chastity for thirty-three years, and it was all gone just like that!
His mind was filled with images of the evening and the South.
Under her teasing, he struggled to break through that stubborn barrier, and then she cried and screamed in pain beneath him.
He never imagined that the legendary Black Widow, socialite, and Black Peony would be a virgin.
Afterwards, he also saw the glaring red stain on the carpet, like a blooming peony.
As the effects of the medication wore off, she endured the pain, put on her clothes, and urged him to leave quickly, saying that the bodyguard would come in a minute later.
Lu Qinglin's mind went blank at that moment, and without thinking, he simply slipped away.
On the other side...
Nan Wan strode into Moss's room, and sure enough, Moss was still lying unconscious on the floor.
Just now, an assassin suddenly rushed out and knocked Moss unconscious. Just as he was about to attack her, she pulled out a short knife from her body and stabbed him, then slashed him, and he also passed out.
She felt dizzy and lightheaded, and then realized that Moss, that bastard, had actually spiked her drink.
Thankfully, Lu Qinglin arrived...
Nan Wan helped Moss up and shouted, "Catch the assassin! There's an assassin!"
Four bodyguards rushed in immediately, calling for a doctor and sealing off the entire island for a search.
...
Lu Qinglin threw away the burnt-out cigarette butt in his hand and crushed it out with the toe of his foot.
He went straight upstairs and arrived at a VIP suite.
At the entrance, two bodyguards in black stood guard with expressionless faces.
"I want to see Nan Wan."
He had to see her; he felt a tightness in his chest.
How could she be a virgin? She actually gave him her precious body?
A bodyguard went in to report and came out quickly.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lu, Miss Nan is already asleep. Please leave."
Are you asleep?
Lu Qinglin's anger flared up instantly, and he shouted angrily at the closed door:
"Nan Wan, you fucking slept with me, and now you want to dump me?"
"No way! I'm going to get compensation!"
Inside the bathroom, Nan Wan was lying in a bathtub strewn with flower petals.
The piercing scream from outside the door came through clearly, and images of her making love with him uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.
She muttered a curse under her breath, then submerged her entire body in the warm water.
...
In another room, Fu Beichen gripped his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"Big brother, we found another Nian Nian on Hurricane Island."
He paused, as if gathering his last bit of patience.
"It's fake again."
"Hold!"
A single word was squeezed out from between his teeth, both harsh and heavy.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Bai Yu's voice was as steady as a mountain, carrying an unquestionable command.
"Wait for me, I'll go apply for a movement order first."
"I will lead the team to Flaming Island tomorrow."
These few words instantly soothed all of Fu Beichen's anxiety.
His tense expression eased somewhat.
"good."
After hanging up the phone, he lit another cigarette, exhaled a heavy puff, and felt utterly defeated by the dramatic fall from the mountaintop to the valley floor.
The wind blew, and the ashes scattered.
He and Huo Shenyuan stood there silently, smoking.
Looking down from here, the island's main road is brightly lit, resembling a flowing river of lava.
Suddenly, Huo Shenyuan's eyes sharpened like a hawk's.
He exhaled a smoke ring and coldly raised his chin in one direction.
That's Venom.
"He's here."
Fu Beichen followed his gaze.
A man dressed in black was walking in the crowd. The star tattoo above his right eye looked strange and eye-catching under the bizarre neon lights.
A woman was following behind him.
The woman wore an out-of-fashion classic long dress, walking gracefully, completely out of place with the modern atmosphere around her.
This must be the prophet they were talking about.
As if sensing the prying gaze, the woman raised her head without warning.
Her gaze pierced through the crowd, across the distance, and landed precisely on them on the tenth-floor balcony.
Then, she smiled in their direction.
That smile, though it didn't reach his eyes, carried an all-knowing arrogance.
Huo Shenyuan's heart skipped a beat.
A feeling of being instantly stunned and completely seen through made his blood run cold.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was dry.
“I feel like Qingning is here too.”
"She has arrived."
This is not a guess, it is intuition, it is certainty.
"Do not act rashly."
Fu Beichen's voice lowered, carrying an undeniable warning.
He turned his head to the side, his deep eyes as still as a cold pool in the night.
"I'll send someone to keep an eye on things first."
"They probably don't know Helis's true identity."
Fu Beichen's lips curled into a cold smile.
"Let's see who's the bait."
Huo Shenyuan nodded, his jawline taut. "I won't let them catch Qingning."
The words had barely left his mouth.
The door behind him was pushed open, and Lu Qinglin strode in.
"The message has been sent."
He handed the phone to Fu Beichen.
"The island owner is named Moss, the eldest son of the Posi family."
His mother is from Beijing.
Fu Beichen looked at the face on the phone screen.
A handsome, aloof face, exuding a sense of pride and confidence.
His mind went blank for a moment.
Depend on.
It was him.
"You have someone dig up dirt on the Posi family. Big Brother should be able to use that. He'll negotiate with the officials in Country S."
"Send manpower to the vicinity as soon as possible. A fierce battle is inevitable the day after tomorrow. If he does not hand over Nian Nian, I will make him suffer a terrible death."
"good."
Lu Qinglin nodded.
Fu Beichen's sharp eyes were fixed on the face on the phone screen, his eyes blazing with fury.
I never imagined he'd kept it so well hidden...
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