0062 Dawn
Song Ning's eyelids were closed weakly as Shen Yuxiu helped her wipe the sticky sweat off her body. When she opened her eyes, she saw that his pants were still bulging.
She thought she must be crazy, otherwise why would she put her foot on his pants and rub him there without thinking?
Shen Yuxiu was wiping her vulva when her toes rubbed it. Whether by accident or intention, his fingers suddenly pierced the wet tissue and touched her vulva.
He pulled his hand away, threw away the tissue, and stared at her with an unreadable expression, remaining motionless for a long time.
Seeing that Shen Yuxiu didn't move, Song Ning put her feet on his lap, rolled over in the back seat, and closed her eyes to sleep.
When I woke up, the sky was dark blue and the sun was just rising.
The trash in the car has been cleaned up, but the smell hasn't completely dissipated because the windows are closed.
Song Ning was covered with Shen Yuxiu's coat. The air conditioning in the car had been on all night. Shen Yuxiu was leaning against the front of the car, and she could see his back when she got up.
He faced the rising sun, the morning light outlining his tall figure and drawing a ring of spreading pale orange around him. His black figure seemed to melt into the surrounding unlit inky blue, cold and quiet, as if he might disappear at any moment.
Song Ning felt a sudden blow to her chest and shook her head, which was filled with random thoughts.
She took the clothes out of the bag; her muscles ached from not exercising for so long, and there were several large bruises on her inner thighs from riding a motorcycle.
She changed her clothes, got out of the car, stood next to Shen Yuxiu, and leaned against the hood of the car with him to enjoy the scenery.
Shen Yuxiu's eyes were gentle, as if the man who had made love to her in the wild last night was not him: "I originally wanted to take you back, but I thought the sunrise here must be very beautiful, so I stayed."
In the distance, the sky and earth are vast, the morning glow fills the sky, and the wind blows through the wild grass, creating a desolate yet hopeful beauty.
They had watched the sunrise countless times by the wishing well before, and now, time seemed to have turned back to the past.
Song Ning looked at Shen Yuxiu beside her and realized that no matter where you are, the sunrise is always beautiful.
"It's a good thing you didn't take me back; you can't see this kind of scenery in the city."
Shen Yuxiu laughed, and strangely enough, the loneliness he felt disappeared as soon as he laughed.
The two watched the sunrise in silence.
When it was almost time, Shen Yuxiu's car ran out of gas, so he had to find someone to drive them back, and also to have the car and motorcycle sent back later.
When she left, Song Ning didn't forget to take the roses from Shen Yuxiu's trunk.
After arriving home, she took a shower, changed her clothes, took a taxi, and went alone to the florist where she had ordered flowers the day before, wanting to have the roses that Shen Yuxiu had given her dried so that they could be preserved for longer.
The shop assistant recognized Song Ning at a glance and came forward: "Hello, would you like to order flowers?"
Song Ning briefly explained her purpose: "I want to have this bouquet of flowers dried. Can your shop help me with that?"
"Yes, you can come and pick it up in 3 days."
"good."
Song Ning handed the flowers to the shop assistant. When she paid, the shop assistant gave her a receipt that read "50 roses".
Song Ning confirmed, "Isn't it 52 flowers?"
Shop assistant: "No, it's 50 roses. We don't get many orders for this quantity, and since you and your boyfriend were here yesterday, I remember it clearly."
As she spoke, she opened the order on her computer and showed Song Ning the sales data: "Look, we have all the records here, it's definitely 50 flowers."
Song Ning looked at the computer: "Excuse me, what does 50 roses mean?"
"Please wait a moment." The shop assistant pulled out a folded brochure from the table and handed it to Song Ning. "Take a look. You can pick out a bouquet from here for your boyfriend next time. Your boyfriend picked it out from here yesterday too."
The brochure was printed with various bouquets and messages. Song Ning found the rose section and discovered the meaning behind the flowers that Shen Yuxiu had given her.
Unwavering love.
Song Ning didn't delve too deeply into why Shen Yuxiu gave her this gift, or why he lied to her. Her focus was solely on his love for her.
She left the flower shop and headed to a nearby shooting range.
In the live-fire area of the shooting range, an instructor wearing a bulletproof vest secures a revolver to a safety rope: "Have you handled a gun before?"
Song Ning: "No."
"Then I'll teach you how to hold the gun first." The instructor gripped the pistol and demonstrated, "Use the web of your right hand to grip the neck of the gun like this, then wrap three fingers around the grip. When not firing, place your index finger outside this protective ring..."
The coach handed the gun to Song Ning and then explained the shooting posture in detail.
Song Ning put on headphones and goggles, stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, gripped his pistol with both hands, aimed at the target, and looked piercing.
Bang--
The gun barrel tilted upwards due to recoil, ejecting the spent cartridge case, and the bullet passed through the target point 20 meters away.
Song Ning released the gun, shook his arm, and then gripped it again to fire.
Bang, bang, bang—
...
Nine more shots were fired in quick succession, all of which flew past the target and left bullet holes.
After one round of shooting, the target point moved closer, and Song Ning captured it.
One shot, 10 rings; eight shots, 9 rings; one shot, 7 rings.
Song Ning rubbed her sore shoulders: "Do you have any other handguns? I'd like to try a few more."
"I'll get you a different one." The coach took off the revolver and went to get Song Ning a different one.
After finishing shooting practice, it was already past 5 p.m. Song Ning's shoulders were sore and he could no longer lift his arms.
She went to a massage parlor for a full-body massage before going home, and as soon as she got home, she fell asleep the moment her head hit the bed.
Song Ning didn't know how she ended up back at the massage parlor, but she could smell a strong scent of safflower oil.
She frowned, thinking that the essential oils in this massage parlor smelled too much like safflower oil, which she didn't like; she preferred floral scents.
However, this masseuse had good technique. Her hands gently massaged her neck, shoulders, and arms, and the muscles in the areas she massaged felt warm and comfortable, much better than the previous masseuse.
When Song Ning woke up, she felt much better. There was still a lingering smell of safflower oil on her body and the blankets.
Song Ning was taken aback, then burst out laughing: "Did you pour me a bottle of safflower oil? The smell is too strong."
She got up, took a hot shower, wrapped herself in a shower cap and towel, and locked the room.
After confirming that no one else could come in, she went to the bedside table, took out the leather bag, sat on the dressing table, and took out the documents inside.
Fu Cong was born on December 3, 1975.
Fu Zhi's son, whose mother died early, has an older sister named Fu Hong.
In June 1999, he graduated from a prestigious finance and economics university in the United States. After graduation, he joined Fu Zhi's construction company as general manager.
In February 2002, he was sentenced to three years in prison for economic crimes.
In August 2004, he was released early due to his outstanding behavior.
In November 2006, Fu Hong, who was serving as general manager, was dispatched to the Wucheng branch, and Fu Cong succeeded Fu Hong as general manager of the head office.
In March 2008, Fu Cong was placed under investigation for murder and drug trafficking. The case was closed due to the driver Zhang Liang's voluntary confession and the presumption of innocence.
He subsequently appeared in the public eye as a reformed philanthropic businessman.
In February 2010, he was suspected of being involved in a murder case and was wanted by the police nationwide for drug trafficking.
In December 2010, he was arrested, during which a police officer died. The court sentenced him to death with a two-year reprieve, which was later commuted to life imprisonment.
She went missing on December 20, 2022, at a top-tier public hospital in South Sudan and has not been found to this day.
A psychological counselor had conducted a psychological evaluation on Fu Cong.
The assessment results indicate that Fu Cong is a typical antisocial personality, with extremely strong violent tendencies, a penchant for torturing others, and a morbid fascination with blood and scars. His deep-seated aversion to women may be related to his mother.
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