Cheng Muyun rolled down the car window with a fierce motion, the metal frame scraping against the glass with a screeching sound.
The veins beneath his pale skin throbbed, like those of an enraged beast: "What are you doing here?"
Chen Hede leaned against the car window, his silver lighter flickering between his fingers, the sparks illuminating the faint smile on his lips.
He casually glanced at Xu Zhuohua standing next to Cheng Muyun's car, a short, mocking laugh escaping his throat: "Let's see if your father beat you to death yet."
Before the words were even finished, ice shards suddenly rose in the air, and the hairs on the back of Xu Zhuohua's neck stood on end. At this moment, Chen Hede felt as if he were dancing on the edge of a knife, and even the fingers of her hand gripping the bag strap began to feel cold.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Muyun's tense jawline suddenly relaxed, and his knuckles tapped intermittently on the steering wheel.
He tilted his head, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Knowing I was about to die, why didn't you go to save me?"
Chen Hede suddenly leaned closer, his well-defined fingers tapping on the car window, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound, like some kind of dangerous drumbeat: "It's much safer in prison than outside."
The last syllable trailed off lazily, "Otherwise, why would you have stayed in prison for so long?"
Cheng Muyun suddenly tilted his head back and let out a cold laugh, the laugh filled with icy chill. He turned his gaze to the thick, inky night outside the car window and asked, "Is everything arranged?"
Chen Hede stood tall with his back straight, his pure black police uniform making his figure appear even more slender, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
He slowly adjusted his cuffs. "It was all arranged a long time ago."
The last syllable was deliberately drawn out, carrying a fatal elegance, "The ship Zhou Minhai was on sank into the river at three o'clock sharp this afternoon—this is a birthday gift I specially prepared for you."
Xu Zhuohua felt the blood rush to her head, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.
Zhou Minhai was a pawn sent by the Si family to deal with Cheng Muyun. Killing him would be like stepping on the Si family's sore spot.
Xu Zhuohua's voice trembled, sharp and cracking: "Wait! Are you all crazy? You killed Zhou Minhai? That's the Si family..."
Chen Hede toyed with the ring on his finger, his gentle face reflecting a cold light under the streetlights. When he raised an eyebrow, the shadow on his brow bone looked like a poisoned knife: "I didn't kill him, it was just a natural disaster."
“Zhou Minhai wants to get back to Xinhai City quickly to deal with us, so he insists on taking the waterway.” Before he finished speaking, he suddenly chuckled, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the veins on his neck became faintly visible. “Now the Yangtze River is surging, and capsizing accidents are frequent—I can only say that he doesn’t have the long life to live.”
Cold sweat trickled down Xu Zhuohua's back, his nails digging deep into his palms: "But the Si family won't let this go! You're playing with fire!"
Cheng Muyun suddenly grabbed her icy hand, the calluses on his thumb brushing against her wrist, his palm burning hot: "Don't worry. Xiao Wuxin's people are meticulous in their work, the Si family won't be able to trace it back to us."
Chen Hede suddenly leaned forward, tilting his head to stare at Xu Zhuohua's pale lips. "When did Miss Xu become so timid? Did you feed the piranhas in the river all the courage you showed when you were transporting munitions alone on the East-South route?"
Xu Zhuohua frowned. "Are you making fun of me?"
Chen Hede shook his head, "No, no, you are a woman I greatly admire."
Xu Zhuohua stared intently at Cheng Muyun's knuckles, which were gripping the steering wheel so tightly they looked white, almost as if they were about to pierce the skin. Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth: "Is this your intention?"
Cheng Muyun's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the moonlight cast shadows on the dark circles under his eyes, like two solidified tear tracks.
He remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding, his eyelashes trembling as he revealed an indescribable sorrow: "Zhou Minhai refused to defect. He followed the arms leads and tracked down Xiao Wuxin..."
Chen Hede leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette, the flickering sparks drawing a scarlet arc in the darkness.
At this moment, Cheng Muyun's voice, mixed with Chen Hede's light laughter, froze in the cold air: "We tried to bribe him. But Zhou Minhai still wouldn't buy it, and he even wants to use the Japanese to dig up our roots!"
Chen Hede flicked off the cigarette ash, and the sparks fell into the river and were extinguished instantly: "When he found out Xiao Wuxin's contact, he should have ordered his own coffin."
Zhou Minhai was wary of the Si family's power. Cheng Muyun tried to bribe him many times, but he refused. Moreover, with the help of the Japanese, he found out where the weapons were going and even found Xiao Wuxin's new colleagues. If he continued to investigate, sooner or later he would uncover more problems.
Xu Zhuohua fell silent.
Yes, Zhou Minhai must die.
However, with Zhou Minhai dead, the Si family's attention turned directly to Cheng Muyun.
No wonder Cheng Yuguang was so extreme; it turns out he was also about to lose Cheng Muyun.
Now, there is only one way to save Cheng Muyun: to have him marry Luo Yunqiao.
Xu Zhuohua's fingertips trembled slightly, her nails almost digging into her palms.
She stared at the low fuel warning light flashing on the car's dashboard, a bitter feeling rising in her throat. She raised her hand to press her throbbing temples, a sigh escaping into the mist.
Chen Hede fiddled with the lighter, the clinking of the metal casings sharp and jarring: "What's wrong, you two? Can't you even smile at such good news?"
He tilted his head and revealed a playful smile, his gaze sweeping over Cheng Muyun's taut jawline before settling on Xu Zhuohua's pale lips. "I even came to find you guys just to share this big surprise."
Xu Zhuohua opened her mouth, but her throat felt like it was blocked by a wad of cotton soaked in ice water. Pressure surged over her head like a tide, and she could even hear her own heartbeat pounding in her eardrums.
Cheng Muyun shoved open the car door, looked down at the empty fuel gauge, his Adam's apple bobbing as the veins on his neck bulged: "Indeed, it's worth celebrating."
"Want to go for a drink?" Chen Hede squinted, looking back and forth between the two of them. "What are you two doing here..." Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Muyun interrupted him.
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