The two men were also somewhat surprised, because she looked so gentle and weak, they never expected her to do something so intense.
The men I sent, Cang Wei, have finally caught up with us.
"Stop!" Ling Ruoke shouted, holding a broken bottle towards her heart. "Don't come any closer, or I'll die right here in front of you!"
Then I bumped into those two people again. "I want to see the wolf."
The two men exchanged a glance. Just as one of them was about to go inside, his pager went off. He answered it and quickly hung up. "The boss ordered me to take her in."
Ling Ruoke swayed slightly upon hearing those words. The half-empty bottle in her hand had been taken away as she entered. She remained silent and followed them inside.
She didn't pay any attention to the bright lights and bustling atmosphere inside; she just followed the people in front of her because she felt a little dizzy.
The elevator was dimly lit, and one of the walls was a mirror.
The person who took her upstairs pressed the button for the top floor.
Ling Ruoke closed her eyes, refusing to look at her reflection in the mirror. The elevator ride was short, but it felt like an eternity. The ding startled her from her daze. She quickly opened her eyes and followed them out.
The person who brought him stopped at the door and gestured to her. "Go in."
Ling Ruoke stepped inside without hesitation. To her slight surprise, the room was like an ordinary residence, decorated in a high-end style, but without any strange or unusual items.
On the left, a man was lying in a comfortable armchair. For some reason, two tall, imposing men dressed in black were standing next to him, but Ling Ruoke noticed him first.
The man was wearing a white shirt, dark trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses. He had his eyes closed, whether asleep or feigning sleep was unclear. He had striking features and an overall refined and scholarly air.
Contrary to her expectations, she had imagined him to be a burly, menacing man with a fierce face, but also a very forthright personality. But the person standing before her was someone she would never guess was a notorious gangster boss and an arms dealer!
Ling Ruoke wiped away the blood that was about to flow into her eyes and walked up to him.
Lightning was flashing outside, which looked rather terrifying.
Ling Ruoke noticed that the man's expression was calm. But she had a strange feeling that he seemed to be enduring pain. After standing there for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"
The man waved his hand, and the two people standing next to him closed the door and left.
Then he suddenly opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. He was below her, yet his presence was still imposing. His eyes weren't fierce, but they were sharp, as if they could see right through her. "Why?"
Ling Ruoke was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.
"Why did you ask that?" The wolf looked at the little girl in front of him, somewhat surprised by her first words. He thought he had acted very well.
In fact, he was somewhat surprised when he learned that she had smashed a bottle over her head in order to get in. If it had been a man, he might have ordered him thrown out, but it was a woman, and a delicate one at that.
Ling Ruoke then understood. "I feel like you're in a lot of pain. I've heard about your past, that you injured your bones, and I think it hurts a lot when it's windy or rainy. My dad has rheumatism, and he feels very uncomfortable when the weather changes."
The wolf slowly narrowed his eyes, then smirked. "And what about you?" he asked, pointing to her head where she had been hit.
Ling Ruoke shook her head. "I didn't notice." She was only thinking about seeing the wolf and didn't even notice if she was in pain.
The wolf suddenly burst into laughter, seemingly in a very good mood. Even though at that moment, it felt as if thousands of insects were gnawing at his very bones, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
In fact, those standing outside the door who heard the laughter looked at each other with surprise and incomprehension.
"Tell me your purpose." Wild Wolf picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip, and looked nonchalant.
Ling Ruoke took a breath and forced herself to meet his eyes. "I want you to help me find someone and rescue him in country X."
His handsome eyebrows arched slightly. He twirled the emerald green thumb ring on his left thumb with his right hand. "Even if it's a corpse?" He laughed, a cold laugh.
"Yes!" Ling Ruoke pursed her lips, not even frowning. But in her heart, a huge wave was surging.
“Sure. It all depends on what your stakes are.” He shifted the position of his crossed legs, his gaze sharp.
“I don’t know what you want. Everything I have is here, as long as you have it.” All she had was the money in her card. And then there was herself, her life.
Before Ling Ruoke could even see clearly, he had already flashed in front of her, grabbed her waist, and tilted her body slightly.
"I want your body, your life..."
Ling Ruoke looked up and saw a pair of sharp eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses. They weren't large, but they were very bright. In those eyes, she saw herself, looking disheveled. "Okay."
The wolf's lips brushed against the corner of her mouth, stopping at her ear: "Go inside and take a good shower, I'll be waiting for you." Then, he released her.
Where is the bathroom?
The wolf lay back on the sofa and casually pointed.
Ling Ruoke didn't say anything, grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror at the woman with blood seeping from her head, she looked utterly pathetic.
She had once fantasized about washing every inch of her skin before her wedding night, waiting for the man of her life to come and claim her. But now, all those fantasies were a joke. At this moment, all she wanted was to wash herself clean and offer herself to the wolf's jaws. Once it was over, she could go save Qingfeng.
She didn't know if Qingfeng would choose death or her saving him in this way, if he had to choose. Perhaps he would rather die than let her not take care of herself. But for her, without him, life was meaningless. Even if they couldn't be together in this life, as long as he lived, she felt she had the courage to face the future.
Therefore, she dared not think about his choice!
She only wanted to rescue them; she had no time to worry about anything else. She didn't care about the future, only about this moment.
The water splashed on the wound, finally causing a burning pain. This pain made her unusually clear-headed. At this moment, she needed this pain to clear her mind.
Without hesitation, she quickly washed herself and dried herself. It was her choice; there was nothing to hesitate about.
I initially thought about changing my clothes, but then decided it wasn't necessary. So I grabbed a bathrobe, put it on, dried my hair, and came out.
The wolf resumed its previous dozing state, remaining completely still as if it were truly asleep.
"I'm done showering." Ling Ruoke stood in front of him. Her hands were on the lapel of her bathrobe, gripping it tightly. Perhaps, even she herself didn't realize it.
She has always been very concerned about her purity. With Cang Weiwo, she even attempted suicide to preserve her chastity. Now, she's offering herself up like this—how ironic!
I can't think about it anymore! Nothing else matters compared to Qingfeng's safety!
The wolf slowly opened its eyes and looked at the woman in the bathrobe before it. Her fair skin was flushed from the steam, her figure was petite and slender, her features were decent, and her eyes were large and clear. She was definitely not stunning.
Those clear eyes clearly held fear, yet she feigned composure. Like a lamb facing a wolf, desperately wanting to flee but forcing herself to confront it. How interesting!
She probably didn't know that this innocent and pitiful appearance was most likely to arouse a man's desire to conquer her. It would make a man want to tear off the obstructing fabric and then devour her.
Wild Wolf slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile. What a naive young woman. He was certain she was still a virgin. This awkwardness couldn't be faked. "What, don't you know how to please a man? Or are you waiting for me to please you?"
Then he heard a suppressed gasp. She was terrified!
Ling Ruoke paused for a moment, then took a step forward and reached out to take off his shirt. Perhaps saying she took it off was too kind; she was practically tearing and ripping it off.
Wild Wolf almost laughed out loud. He seriously doubted whether she knew what it meant to please. Experienced women could make a man's blood boil by undressing, but she seemed to have a grudge against his clothes, as if she wanted to tear them off.
He had reason to suspect that if she were strong enough, she could easily tear his shirt and pants apart.
Those soft, boneless little hands were busy, yet you could still see them trembling.
The owner of the small hand was breathing heavily. It was clear she was so nervous she could hardly breathe, yet she was still trying to appear strong. That man must be very important to her life.
He couldn't help but think of Mo Wen. Mo Wen, the silliest girl, who treated him as her whole world.
He quickly nipped the memory in the bud, preventing himself from recalling it.
Finally, she managed to undo his expensive shirt. She then reached for his belt, but still couldn't get it right, pulling at it haphazardly. It seemed the more she pulled, the tighter it got.
He was certain that if she hadn't been looking down, he would have seen tears in her eyes.
The wolf couldn't help but laugh again. He reached out and touched her face, saying, "If all women tried to please men like you, then all the hard ones would go soft."
This isn't just seduction, it's a killer move!
Ling Ruoke stopped, her face flushed, unsure whether to continue. She had no experience and had never seen those kinds of pornographic films. She was also very eager, thinking that finishing as soon as possible would allow her to set off to rescue the people!
The wolf stopped laughing, then rolled over and pinned her beneath him. To his surprise, he saw panic in her eyes. How amusing!
"You want me to save your man, right?" He licked his lips seductively, his gaze drifting down to her lower abdomen. "He hasn't touched this body yet. Won't you regret giving it to me today?"
"Mind your own business!" Ling Ruoke shouted. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.
She tried not to think about the issue, but he deliberately brought it up. How awful!
The wolf watched her with an undiminished smile. Her rosy cheeks, luscious lips, and moist eyes… he felt his long-buried desire slowly rising. In a daze, it was as if he were back in his first time with Mo Wen.
Back then, he was just a greenhorn, lacking experience and knowing nothing about how to make things easier for Mo Wen, who was also experiencing it for the first time. Mo Wen was incredibly nervous, yet she endured her fear and accepted his advances. She cried incessantly from the pain, but he only knew how to take and take.
When it was all over, he looked at the flowers blooming on the sheets. Looking at the lovely woman beneath him, her eyes still wet with tears, he finally awoke as if from a dream.
"So today, I'll teach you how to please a man." With that, he lowered his head.
Ling Ruoke clenched her fists, watching him slowly lean down, telling herself she couldn't run away. But she still subconsciously shrank her neck, blocking his approach.
We can't escape!
A knock sounded at the door. "Boss, Lone Wolf is here."
The wolf stopped moving and slowly stood up. His pants and shirt were still on, only the buttons were undone. He glanced down and couldn't help but laugh. She'd been fussing for so long, and all she'd managed to do was unbutton his shirt!
Ling Ruoke pulled her bathrobe tighter and stood up as if granted a pardon. "I'll go into the bathroom first," she said, turning to run inside.
"No need." The wolf shattered her beautiful dream.
Ling Ruoke paused for a moment, then tugged at her clothes. She lowered her head, looking at her feet.
The door opened.
Then, she stared in astonishment at Zhuang Yicheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital gown. "Mr. Zhuang?" Lone Wolf? Is Mr. Zhuang also a member of the Sky Wolf Gang? A provincial party secretary involved in organized crime?
"Mr. Zhuang, you're injured? What happened?" After that day, they never contacted each other again. Just like in the book, their fates were unknown to each other.
"It's nothing." Zhuang Yicheng shook his head and smiled. But when he saw that she was wearing a bathrobe, he frowned.
Ling Ruoke hurriedly clutched her clothes, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at him.
Wild Wolf wasn't happy about it; he loved watching the show. "He allowed me to shoot him in the heart to keep me from causing you trouble. My marksmanship is terrible; he didn't die."
“Mr. Zhuang, this…” Ling Ruoke was speechless. She hadn’t expected Zhuang Yicheng to go to such lengths for her.
Even if it's not love, this feeling is still profound and deeply moving.
"Don't overthink it, it's not all for you." Zhuang Yicheng nodded to her, then turned his gaze to the wolf. "I remember we reached an agreement."
Wild Wolf chuckled and spread his hands. "She came to me herself asking for a favor, not me causing her trouble."
Zhuang Yicheng looked at him for a moment, then turned to Ling Ruoke. "Ruoke, don't you believe he's dead?"
"Whether she lives or dies, I must see it with my own eyes." Otherwise, she wouldn't believe it. How could Qingfeng bear to leave her alone in the world?
Zhuang Yicheng frowned slightly. "He was blown to pieces, and we might not even be able to find his body. Even if he survived, he's a special forces soldier. If he can't escape on his own, rescuing him won't be easy."
“We’ll have to try.” She looked back at him, her eyes resolute. “Mr. Zhuang, I know you mean well. But I can’t listen to you right now. I want to go see him; I want to follow my heart.”
Zhuang Yicheng stared at her for a long time, then nodded and looked at Wild Wolf. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and placed it on his left chest. "How about you fire another shot here?"
The wolf chuckled and whispered in his ear, "Don't think I don't know your secret. You only have one chance."
“Mr. Zhuang!” Ling Ruoke cried out, rushing to him and squatting down. “I thank you for your kindness. But please let me do it myself. This is my life, and I should strive for it myself, not have someone else walk my path and suffer for me.”
The wolf whistled. He finally understood why Zhuang Yicheng was willing to take a bullet for her.
Zhuang Yicheng looked at her for a long time before leaving. Before disappearing, he left her with two words—Take care!
Seeing the door close again, leaving only the two of them, Ling Ruoke slightly parted her lips and exhaled.
The wolf sprawled back onto the sofa, its long legs spread wide. "Let's continue. Hopefully, you've made some progress after that relaxation time."
He didn't want to see another tearing-down battle.
Ling Ruoke turned her head, looking at his smiling lips, and walked closer step by step. As soon as she got close, the wolf hooked her with its long legs, and she stumbled and fell on top of him.
The wolf wrapped an arm around her waist, then slipped it inside her bathrobe. "Nice skin," he murmured, offering his opinion. But his eyes held far more teasing than lust.
Ling Ruoke froze for a moment, then slowly closed her eyes.
Don't think about anything, it will pass quickly!
...
Ling Ruoke's head was treated and medicated. She hadn't hurt herself much, and the injury wasn't serious, so it didn't even need bandaging. She was just a little dizzy at the time.
The doctor left.
The wolf covered its mouth and yawned, its brow furrowing slightly for a fleeting moment.
Ling Ruoke noticed. "Does it still hurt? Should I rub it with some medicated wine for you?" The storm outside the window showed no signs of stopping; he must be in a lot of pain.
"Okay." Wild Wolf generously sprawled on the bed. He ordered someone to bring in the medicinal wine and urged her to get started quickly.
The sky was gradually brightening.
Ling Ruoke knelt on the bed, rubbing medicinal wine onto the man who was lying face down with his eyes closed. She didn't know if he was asleep, but her hands were already so sore they were almost numb. But she gritted her teeth and persevered, not daring to stop.
She stopped and pounded her arm.
Suddenly, a hand reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her down onto the bed.
"Go to sleep," he commanded domineeringly, his voice low and hoarse, perhaps because he had just woken up.
Ling Ruoke stared at him blankly.
"Go to sleep, or I'll change my mind," he said again, without even opening his eyes.
Ling Ruoke immediately closed her eyes. Her body remained stiff for a while before slowly relaxing. Many things flashed through her mind, and as they flashed, she actually fell asleep.
Once her breathing became even and deep, the wolf suddenly opened its eyes. Looking at her, its eyes held an unreadable emotion.
A slow smile crept onto her lips. She thought to herself, "What an interesting woman. A little clumsy, but very cute."
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