Suddenly, Aheng stared intently at Wei Heng, looking him up and down.
Wei Heng felt uncomfortable under her gaze and frowned: "What are you looking at?"
Ah Heng stroked his chin and suddenly said, "I've thought seriously about our relationship, including the questions you asked me before. I feel that for the sake of the revolutionary cause, for our mutual progress, for..."
Wei Heng's eyelids twitched, and a bad feeling crept into his heart: "For what?"
Ah Heng looked at him, straightened his back, and said, "In order not to waste social resources, I think we should become revolutionary partners."
Wei Heng was about to get himself a bowl of porridge when his hand trembled and he almost dropped the bowl.
Ah Heng reacted quickly, catching the bowl of porridge that was about to fall to the ground with a stylish and neat movement.
Unfortunately, this aggravated the wound on her shoulder, causing her to wince in pain and let out a muffled groan.
Wei Heng instinctively bent down to support her, gritting his teeth in annoyance as he scolded, "Can't you stop being so reckless! If you keep doing this, all my hard work all night will be for nothing!"
Ah Heng chuckled and grabbed Wei Heng's hand with his uninjured hand: "It's okay, it's okay. It's not the first time I've been injured. I'm used to it. As long as I don't have a fever, I'll be fine."
Wei Heng was both annoyed and helpless looking at her nonchalant attitude.
He recalled the gruesome scars he had inadvertently glimpsed on her body before, a mix of old and new, no less than his own.
In areas usually covered by clothing, her skin was as white and tender as a peeled egg, making the knife scars and bullet marks all the more shocking.
He felt inexplicably choked up.
Wei Heng abruptly pulled his hand back, his tone harsh: "Don't talk nonsense! You were shot in the shoulder, not in the head! What rubbish are you spouting!"
Ah Heng retorted defiantly, "If you get shot in the head, you're dead. What nonsense are you spouting!"
Wei Heng was speechless, choked by her words. This woman, is she sick?
He gave her a disapproving look, stiffly turned around to get a bowl to fill with porridge: "Alright, take your medicine if you're sick, and stop talking nonsense!"
Ah Heng followed over, his tone unusually serious: "I'm not talking nonsense. I think we're quite suitable as revolutionary partners! You and I are revolutionary comrades who have gone through thick and thin together. We know each other inside and out, and there are no messy family backgrounds or social connections involved. It saves so much trouble!"
Ah Heng said very confidently, "Besides, I saved you, and you took care of me. It's a fair exchange, isn't it? This connection is really strong!"
Wei Heng's handsome and upright face looked like a palette of colors had been opened.
Ah Heng didn't see it and continued counting on his fingers: "...We're usually so busy with work that we haven't been able to solve our personal problems. Instead of wasting time and energy looking outside, we might as well handle it internally."
Wei Heng suddenly interrupted her coldly: "Is this your whole reason for proposing to me? To keep it all in the family? To keep the good stuff within the family?"
Feeling awkward under his gaze, Ah Heng scratched his head and said, "Ah, what's wrong? I think it makes a lot of sense..."
A flash of anger crossed Wei Heng's eyes. "What's your brain made of? You kept it from me for so long, refusing to admit that we had a relationship, and now you suddenly want to be my revolutionary partners? Don't tell me it's because I saved you last night, and you've had a change of heart and are ready to give yourself to me!"
Ah Heng pursed his lips guiltily and muttered under his breath, "When I saved you back then, didn't you want to repay me with your body? If I disagreed, it would be considered a despicable bourgeois practice. Now that I've brought it up myself, you're not happy anymore? Isn't this a case of 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden to light lamps'?"
Wei Heng was so angry at her utterly shameless and nonsensical attitude that his liver ached.
He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the anger in his heart: "Zhou Heng, don't go too far. I'll ask you one last time, what exactly do you mean? I, Wei Heng, am not a toy for you to play with!"
Ah Heng choked up, unsure of what to say: "I..."
He stared at her with sharp eyes, like knives scraping her face.
Ah Heng looked away, avoiding his piercing gaze, and said vaguely, "Didn't you... say before that you wanted to discuss with me... whether or not to take responsibility for that night?"
Her voice trailed off as she spoke, until it was barely a whisper: "Isn't it just that, according to traditional values, since we've already... you know... we should be together?"
She didn't know why she felt guilty.
Wei Heng fell silent, his expression shifting between light and dark. After a long while, he finally spoke coldly: "I did say that before, but you also said that I wouldn't have to take responsibility."
"Although I don't know why you suddenly got so carried away, now that you've come to the Hong Kong government, I understand... Everyone has the right to decide their own feelings and life, unlike in the mainland where you don't have to get married and have children to be considered complete."
He picked up the bowl, drank the rest of the porridge in one gulp, and then slammed the bowl down on the bedside table: "You don't have any random reasons why you want to settle for me. I'm not someone you can give charity to..."
He paused, then added through gritted teeth, "My girlfriend!"
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and stiff.
Ah Heng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to begin.
Wei Heng stood up, picked up his coat and mask, and said coldly—
"I'm going out to check the situation and see if those who attacked us have left. You rest well and don't overthink things."
After saying that, he walked out of the room without looking back.
Ah Heng was left sitting alone on the bed, staring blankly at his retreating figure, gritting his teeth.
Actually, she didn't know why she suddenly acted impulsively and told Wei Heng all the decisions she had made in her dream last night.
...
Ning Yuan learned of Aheng and Wei Heng's accident the next morning.
She held the receiver, and Wei Heng's voice came through the noisy background: "Ning Yuan, Heng... is injured. We are in Yau Ma Tei now..."
The elder brother's voice was deep and weary, like the damp, chilly morning fog of Hong Kong Island, tired and hoarse.
Despite having weathered so many storms, Ning Yuan felt a chill creep up from her feet to the top of her head.
She could almost feel her heart pounding in her chest, more frightening than if she herself were in danger.
She was always worried about her rebirth, having finally managed to change the fate of her brother Wei Heng's untimely death.
But ever since Rong Zhaonan "got into trouble," she couldn't help but overthink, wondering if her unauthorized changes to her life trajectory might have put the people she loved in another kind of danger.
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the phone, and she said in a deep voice, "Big brother, I'm coming right away, you wait for me."
When she arrived at the safe house in Yau Ma Tei with her men, she immediately spotted Wei Heng smoking at the entrance of the alley.
A layer of bluish stubble appeared on his chin, and he looked somewhat tired. He coughed several times after taking a puff, his eyes turning red from the smoke, and he seemed absent-minded and lost in thought.
Ning Yuan got out of the car with a hint of helplessness, walked over, and took the cigarette from his hand: "Brother, if you don't know how to smoke, don't smoke. Is this a good hobby?"
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