Chapter 145 The Fool's Bride for Good Luck (20)
"Oh." Xie Rong's expression was indifferent, his cheeks puffed out as he swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth.
"Doesn't your wife plan to see him one last time?" Zhao Tongguang asked.
Xie Rong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't presume to guess what your wife is thinking."
Zhao Tongguang then fell silent, walked to the side to pour him hot water, and then added cold water to adjust it to a temperature that wouldn't burn his wife's delicate skin.
This bucket of water is no longer enough to soak in the tub like before, but it's enough for a hot shower.
Xie Rong glanced at the man who had turned his back, took off his clothes, and stood naked in the small open space in the middle of the woodpile.
The sound of water dripping softly reached the man's ears.
Zhao Tongguang closed his eyes.
About twenty minutes later, I could faintly hear the sound of clothes rubbing against my skin.
Zhao Tongguang turned around and saw Xie Rong sitting on the pile of firewood that had been laid out with his clothes. His shirt collar was slightly open, revealing his collarbone, which had been rubbed red. He was looking down and shaking the water droplets off his feet.
Zhao Tongguang walked over, squatted down, and used his inner shirt to wipe him clean.
"What time tomorrow?" Xie Rong asked casually.
Zhao Tongguang paused slightly: "As I just said, tomorrow at noon."
"Is there any way to kill him by my hand?" Xie Rong's toes were a little cold, and he unconsciously moved closer to the man's waist and abdomen. "If those foreigners want to kill him to show their power again tomorrow, there will only be a corpse left. It's interesting to think about."
Zhao Tongguang said, "No matter the cost?"
Xie Rong avoided answering: "Zhao Wenhong is your younger brother, isn't he?"
Zhao Tongguang also avoided answering: "Sometimes I really can't understand my wife. Does she hate those foreigners or her husband?"
Xie Rong sneered: "I knew it was your brother, you think you could fool me?"
...
In the dead of night, the foreign soldiers patrolling the prison at the Lizhou Police Station were already dozing off.
The light thud of leather boots echoed through the prison floor, and the patrolling soldiers suddenly perked up, pointing their guns at the prison entrance.
Two lamps hung at the prison gate, emitting a soft glow. A figure slowly emerged from the thick darkness of the night, with skin as white as snow, smooth black hair hanging down, and lingering moisture from a bath on his face. For a moment, one might mistake him for a spirit that had escaped from the mountains and fields.
"Who goes there?!"
As the person drew closer, they finally recognized the face; it was clearly Mrs. Lu, who had fled a few days earlier!
Xie Rong said, "I want to see Lu Chuan."
The group exchanged glances, their first reaction being to look warily into the night behind him.
“He’s not here,” Xie Rong smiled. As he took a step forward, the soldiers on both sides made way for him, their guns still pointed at him.
Xie Rong hummed a little tune as she walked in.
The captain of the foreign soldiers walked ahead of him, opened the cell door for him, and watched him walk into the innermost cell. He immediately stepped forward, locked the cell, and turned and left.
Xie Rong slowly walked towards the corner.
In the corner, the man, covered in blood, leaned against the damp, cold wall, his eyes closed, his lips pale, and blood still dripping from the tips of his fingers resting on his knees, as if he had just been tortured.
Xie Rong slowly scanned the man from top to bottom, then chuckled softly: "Having suffered so much, you still won't reveal the defense plan?"
Lu Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, but before he could speak, another man in the next cell exclaimed excitedly, "Xie Rong? What are you doing back here? Get out of here!"
Xie Rong ignored him, walked up to Lu Chuan and stopped, then looked the man over again.
What does losing the male lead's identity mean? It means being abandoned by the will of Heaven!
Even the Lu family has met its match!
Xie Rong felt inexplicably happy.
A stray puppy—whoever finds it can keep it!
Xie Rong lowered her head, cupped Lu Chuan's thin chin, and gently rubbed it with her fingertips. "You've grown a beard."
Lu Chuan turned his head and smelled the scent of soap on him. "You took a shower?"
Xie Rong smiled slightly: "Zhao Tongguang helped me wash it."
Lu Chuan raised his hand and put his arm around his waist.
Xie Rong slumped into his arms, her body filled with cool, moist air.
"Do you know what coming here means?" Lu Chuan asked in a hoarse voice.
"It couldn't be to see you," Xie Rong sneered.
Lu Chuan said calmly, "I don't expect you to be here just to see me."
Xie Rong raised his hand, grabbed his neck, and slowly lowered his head to press his forehead against his.
Lu Chuan slightly raised his chin and kissed his lips.
He failed to defend Lizhou and protect the person in his arms; he was a loser.
But with Xie Rong, it seems everything is the opposite. On the contrary, the loser, the one who is abandoned, is the one who gains his pity.
Their tongues entwined fiercely, and the other person's breathing almost drowned out their heartbeat.
"Honey, I really hate those foreigners. Can you stand up for me one last time?" Xie Rong said softly.
Lu Chuan, panting heavily, asked, "What are you going to do?"
Xie Rong leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words.
Lu Chuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay."
"As long as you're happy, anything is fine."
The already loose collar slipped off his shoulder and clung to Xie Rong's arm. He tilted his head back, panting, and vaguely heard Shen Gaoyang's angry curses coming from the next cell. He became even more impatient and sat down on the man's waist and abdomen.
“Xie Rong…” The soft hands on his neck slowly tightened. Lu Chuan’s pupils went unfocused, reflecting Xie Rong’s face, which was filled with lust. He murmured, “Xie Rong, actually…”
He was short of breath and unable to make a sound, but he was completely unaware of it, and continued talking to himself:
Actually, back in military school that year, I also followed the crowd into that small restaurant.
As you sat at the counter, angrily berating Shen Gaoyang for dining and dashing, your beautiful and vibrant face made me want to marry you.
I really like you.
...
Around noon, a group of foreign soldiers entered the prison. The captain at the head kicked open the cell door and walked straight to the people embracing in the corner.
Xie Rong opened her eyes, stood up from the man's arms, and saw the purplish-blue marks around Lu Chuan's neck.
The captain's expression changed drastically. He stepped forward to check Lu Chuan's breathing and let out a furious roar.
Xie Rong couldn't understand foreign languages, and licked his lips contentedly, "You can understand it as, I sucked him dry and strangled him to death in the process."
Several men immediately pointed their guns at him.
"Do you dare kill me?" Xie Rong sneered, taking a step closer to them, and the men stepped back, guns drawn. "If I die, your commander will die immediately too. Want to try?"
The scene of Kuchiki Seijun being sniped that day was still vivid in everyone's minds, leaving them in a dilemma.
Xie Rong turned around and touched Lu Chuan's still warm face. "Didn't your commander want to use him as a show of force? What difference does it make whether he's dead or alive?"
The group exchanged bewildered glances. The captain gritted his teeth and ordered, "Take them away!"
At noon, at Caishikou.
A figure was dragged onto the execution platform.
The people below the stage were all civilians who had been escorted from their homes by foreign soldiers to watch the execution.
Ten minutes later, the one-eyed commander arrived late and shouted in broken Central Plains dialect, "Execute him!"
The moment several bullets pierced through Lu Chuan, there was a beeping sound.
Boom—!
The entire execution platform was instantly blown into a mushroom cloud.
Xie Rong saw the blasted corpse of Kuchiki Aoki through the telescope and a pleased smile appeared on his lips.
[Host, what's going on?]
"After I finished with Lu Chuan yesterday, he died at my hands. I also planted some explosives in his body," Xie Rong said with a smile. "How about it? My embroidery skills have improved, haven't they? Nobody could tell."
Xie Rong lowered his voice: "I don't want it to be like this either, but foreigners are really too annoying."
[Main character information detected again!]
[Main character's name: Xie Rong; Main character's identity: One in a million who fights against foreigners]
[Protagonist's Pain Level: 100. Congratulations, host, the mission is successfully completed. You are about to leave this world.]
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