After a series of loud crashes and cracks, Aheng and Weiheng slumped down in the pile of boxes, surrounded by several broken bottles of champagne and red wine, their aroma filling the air.
Ah Heng felt a dull pain in the back of his head. When he reached up to touch it, he found his hand covered in a sticky, red liquid.
"What the hell! Blood?!" Ah Heng couldn't help but swear.
Wei Heng also came to his senses from the chaos. In the dim light, he saw that A Heng's hair was covered with red liquid, which was running down her cheeks.
She was more than half a head shorter than him, and from his perspective, she looked like she had been split open!
He was startled. Ignoring his dizziness, he leaned over to take a look and touch it, and a scent of wine wafted over.
He breathed a sigh of relief: "It's wine, red wine!"
He instinctively reached out to wipe it off for her, but then suddenly stopped, pulling his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted, and pushed her away.
Ah Heng was baffled by his actions: "What are you doing?"
Wei Heng turned his face away, his tone stiff: "You're not injured, get up!"
He wasn't much better off; he hit the back of his head on the box, and his vision was blurry.
Afraid of making him angry, Ah Heng casually and rudely wiped his face with his sleeve, then casually pushed himself up, trying to get up: "Okay, okay... I'll get up, how about you?"
Wei Heng suddenly groaned and gritted his teeth: "Where are you pressing!"
Aheng was startled and instantly realized that she was pressing between Wei Heng's legs. She pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted and jumped up as if she had been shocked.
As a result, she stepped on a broken wine bottle—
"Thud!" He slipped and fell again.
She practically collapsed into Wei Heng's arms, their faces so close they could almost feel each other's breath.
Wei Heng was completely stunned.
The warehouse was filled with the sweet aroma of red wine and champagne, and the sticky dampness on the two people's bodies fermented into a strange and ambiguous atmosphere in the dim space.
Just like that night...
Aheng's heart suddenly raced; she could even feel the warmth emanating from Wei Heng's body.
This feeling was both unfamiliar and unsettling to her, and she stammered, "Damn...damn...damn..."
Wei Heng stood there, frozen, he could even feel A Heng's body pressed against his chest.
Her hot breath sprayed on his neck, involuntarily reminding him of...
On those nights of nightmares with unbearable headaches, he would always vaguely and repeatedly dream that he was fighting in the rainforest.
He was a bomb disposal expert, not skilled in jungle warfare, and was cornered by an enemy from an unknown location.
Then someone helped him up.
The person who pulled him was a beautiful yet fierce leopard, whose eyes were reflected in the rainforest moonlight, turning them golden.
He trembled as he pinned the leopard down.
She lunged at him, biting him with sharp fangs, yet her body was unbelievably soft...so soft...
In the dense forest, sticky sweat, rough entanglement of limbs, and hot breaths...
Because this dream keeps recurring.
Wei Heng thought to himself that he was an animal, and he hated being like an animal.
“You…” Ah Heng watched as Wei Heng’s face turned pale and then red, and she couldn’t help but feel even more flustered.
Wei Heng looked at A Heng, who was so close to him, closed his eyes, and suddenly pushed her away roughly, his tone still cold and hard: "Don't touch me!"
He braced himself against the ground, slowly sat up, rubbed the back of his head, and after confirming that he was alright, looked coldly at Ah Heng: "Can't you behave yourself?"
Ah Heng was pushed so hard that he stumbled and almost fell flat on his face again.
Feeling wronged and annoyed, she couldn't help but raise her voice: "How am I being unruly? It's clearly you..."
"Enough!" Wei Heng interrupted her.
He didn't want to argue with her anymore, and said coldly and hoarsely, "Don't talk to me, stay away from me."
He hated himself for this! And he hated her too!
They can be comrades-in-arms, but they can never be friends!
Wei Heng suddenly stood up and strode towards the door.
Just then, the door to the small warehouse was suddenly pushed open, and blinding light rushed in, illuminating the two men's disheveled appearance.
Other employees heard the commotion and came to check, only to be stunned at the door, staring dumbfounded at the scene before them.
"What happened?" someone couldn't help but ask.
Aheng and Weiheng were soaking wet, their hair was disheveled, their clothes were covered in wine stains, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
Wei Heng, without changing his expression, loosened his tie and calmly apologized: "I'm sorry, I accidentally knocked over some things and made a mess."
At that moment, Aheng just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. She was seething with anger and felt like a fool.
Peishan's sharp gaze swept over the two of them, her brow furrowing slightly as she immediately sensed that something was amiss.
The seasoned secretary, experienced in high-stakes situations, quickly regained her composure and made a swift decision.
"Guests, please come upstairs shortly. There is a bespoke suit shop on the third floor. Would you two like to go up and change your clothes?"
Aheng and Weiheng were both radiating a low-pressure atmosphere, and they just wanted to leave this awkward place as soon as possible.
They didn't say anything, but consciously followed Peishan away.
On the other side, Qin Changsheng followed Ning Yuan into her office.
He leaned casually against the door, his eyes cold and distant, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Seventh Miss, what do you want with me?"
The hideous scar on his right cheek stood out prominently under the bright office lights, further highlighting his cold and ruthless demeanor.
Ning Yuan narrowed her eyes, tossed a fax in front of him, and spoke in an icy tone—
“I received news from the mainland that a fugitive named Xiang Ziying has escaped from prison. I heard that it was some of his family elders' students and old friends who helped him. Now those guys who knowingly broke the law have been dismissed and are under investigation.”
Qin Changsheng scoffed dismissively, a barely perceptible flicker of emotion flashing in his eyes: "What does that have to do with me?"
Ning Yuan narrowed her big eyes: "The former Xiang Ziying, the current Qin Changsheng, right? You're really good at pretending and cold-blooded! What exactly are you trying to do in the Hong Kong government?"
Qin Changsheng casually took out a lighter from his pocket, his slender fingers gently stroking the cold metal surface.
He was about to light a cigarette, but after glancing at Ning Yuan's slightly protruding belly, he paused. In the end, he put the lighter back in his pocket.
Qin Changsheng shrugged, his tone still light: "Don't all the people who come to Hong Kong just want to live?"
He paused, his gaze drifting to Ning Yuan's stomach, and suddenly asked, "Are you feeling alright?"
Ning Yuan cautiously held her stomach and looked at him: "What do you mean?"
Qin Changsheng's tone remained indifferent, but his eyes flickered slightly.
“My fourth uncle asked me to ask. He said you are pregnant. Women who have lost their husbands always have a harder time getting pregnant.”
The words "a woman whose husband has died" instantly made Ning Yuan clench her fists, her eyes turning cold—
"Stop pretending! Are you smug? Smug that Rong Zhaonan is finally in trouble? Do you think this will avenge Xiang Ziye and the Xiang family?!"
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