A dark-skinned woman came out and greeted them with her hands clasped together.
Qiao Yunchuan took out a piece of paper and showed it to the woman.
The woman mumbled a bunch of things in her tongue, then led them toward a room.
[Host, would you like to use a translator?]
"Of course."
The woman just said, "The environment here is very nice, and 10,000 is a great deal."
The woman led the two to the room, handed Qiao Yunchuan a key, and then left.
Qiao Yunchuan took out his key and opened the door. The simple room was immediately apparent, furnished entirely with wooden furniture. The room, which was about several dozen square meters, was divided into two bedrooms.
Qiao Yunchuan put the luggage away and pulled her to sit down on the sofa.
【-Is it hot?】
Fu Sang smiled and said, "It's alright."
She was just a little curious as to why he had brought her here.
Qiao Yunchuan explained it to her in the next second.
This is where my mother and I used to live. She died, and then I joined the organization.
A single sentence sums up his first twenty years.
Fu Sang really wanted to ask: Are you the son of the president of the Qiao Group more than ten years ago?
Falling from heaven to hell, she wandered with her mother in a foreign land as a child, living in a slum. What kind of life did she lead?
Joining a killer group doesn't automatically make you a killer.
Rigorous training, inhuman torture—to become a top assassin, one must kill one's comrades and survive to the end like a beast in a gladiatorial contest.
What a terrible assassination that robbed you of your beautiful voice.
Fortunately, he survived.
Fu Sang couldn't help but reach out and hug him, burying her head in his chest.
Qiao Yunchuan was slightly taken aback, then reached out and hugged her soft body, gently patting her back.
Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder sounded outside, and lightning flashed across the sky.
Afterwards, a sudden downpour began.
Fu Sang heard the sound of rain and raised his head.
A wooden house might be unsafe during thunderstorms.
Qiao Yunchuan understood her thoughts and began to explain.
The roof has a lightning protection system that will conduct lightning into the water.
Fu Sang felt relieved.
Suddenly, her stomach rumbled.
Even though the raindrops were loud, the boy naturally heard them as the two were embracing.
Fu Sang blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
Qiao Yunchuan lifted her chin and kissed her rosy, alluring lips.
Are you hungry?
Fu Sang nodded his little head and asked, "What are we eating?"
Qiao Yunchuan released his grip on her and stood up to open the bag he had brought.
Would you like noodles?
Fu Sang smiled and said, "Eat."
Qiao Yunchuan's golden eyes flickered slightly, and his thin lips curved into a smile.
Go to your room and rest for a while. I'll come and get you later.
Fu Sang hummed in agreement and went into the bedroom.
She was exhausted from the long car ride, and drowsiness washed over her almost as soon as she closed her eyes.
About half an hour later.
When she woke up, she could smell the aroma of food.
Fu Sang got out of bed and went outside, where he saw Qiao Yunchuan placing a bowl on the table. Wisps of white steam rose into the air, making the food look very appetizing.
"The noodles are ready."
Fu Sang happily ran to the table and saw that in addition to noodles, seafood was floating in the bowl, which made him swallow hard.
Qiao Yunchuan came out with chopsticks, put his hand on her shoulder and helped her sit down.
Fu Sang, holding his chopsticks, said, "Yun Chuan, you should sit down and eat too."
She couldn't wait to pick up the fragrant noodles, blow on them, and put them in her mouth.
Before I could even taste it, the noodles burned my tongue.
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