er like this! What did she ever do wrong!Why, why!Heart, roaring in unwilling defeat!She softened her resistance, and he took advantage of it to knead her breasts with his palms wantonly. (..) She lo...Her body was a bit cool, especially comfortable to hold in the summer. The two little ghosts particularly liked to be by her side. At night when they slept, he also loved to hold her. Warm in winter, cool in summer, she was his most precious treasure. At first, she also felt hot, being held by him like a blazing hearth, and even found his body too warm, avoiding him after a while. But gradually, after being forced into holding him, she got used to it and became obedient just like now.

He held her in his arms, couldn't have been happier or more comfortable!

He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

After a long while, she turned over.

Soon after, her slender frame wriggled and shifted into a new position.

Then, he turned over and once again faced him.

Thus, back and forth she tossed for almost an hour. When she finally turned over to face him again, he had finally opened his eyes to look at her.

"What's wrong"

She also opened her eyes. In the lamplight, they were especially bright. Her face was also a little flushed.

"Did I wake you" she asked sheepishly.

"No." He slid his long finger into her hair, stroking it gently.

She stuck out her tongue, letting out a slight coquettish air.

"Honey, I can't sleep."

"Something on my mind!"

"I seem to be too excited," she blushed again, her cheeks still flushed, and her eyes shone even brighter.

He asked silently.

She raised her hand, crossing it over her chest, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him, speaking in a voice almost like a dream.

"Honey, what should I do Every time I think about what you did tonight, I get so excited that I can't sleep. I close my eyes and all I see is your figure." She frowned slightly, as if a little troubled, but then quickly parted her lips into a blooming smile, saying with adoration.

"What should I do, I think you're so handsome and the more I think about it, the more excited I get, the more I can't sleep!"

She looked at him so innocently. But those words, those eyes, that delicate demeanor, could drive him mad.

At the same time, a tremendous sense of accomplishment surged through him, setting his whole body ablaze.

This silly fool, does she even know that with this expression she's saying such idiotic things Ten men, ten of them wouldn't be able to escape her web of charm. They all have the urge to just devour her whole.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt a surge of desire.

He reached out with his long fingers to caress her hot, flushed cheeks. He looked at her intently.

"I know there's a way to suppress excitement and fall asleep quickly. Would you like to try it"

His voice was low and deep.

However, because his expression was too serious, she didn't think anything inappropriate. Instead, she looked at him happily like a good student eager to learn and urged him on.

"Want, want, want! You have to tell me, you have to tell me, what are we going to do!"

He chuckled deeply, flipped over, and pinned her beneath him. Then, with a wicked grin, he leaned down and whispered two words into her ear.

Since he was so excited, why not just quench his thirst and let him have his fill.

She immediately blushed.

"No."

She murmured and reached out to push him. But he was heavy as a mountain, impossible to budge.

She shook her head like a metronome.

"No, no, this method isn't good at all."

"I think it's good," he murmured. His big hand began to travel down her beautiful curves. She gasped, hurriedly grabbing his arm and begging for mercy with a pout.

"My lower back hurts, I can't take it anymore. Could you think of another way, please"

"This is the only way, and the most effective way." He blushed and accepted this method.

She wailed insistently beneath him. "My back hurts, my back hurts, my back hurts…"

Muttering to himself, like a monk chanting scriptures, his eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at him, his legs crossed protectively.

He lowered his head and bit her punishingly.

It was you who said you were too excited.

Her face flushed again, and she mumbled an embarrassed excuse. “It’s… not that I was excited.”

He lightly pinched her waist and warned in a low voice, "Next time, don't tease me like that. You stir up my fire but refuse to put it out, you little rascal!"

She shrank her shoulders at his words, too afraid to respond.

He rolled over and lay down, and she immediately snuggled into his arms, rubbing her soft cheeks against his bare chest.

"Honey, can you talk to me, please"

He immediately chuckled helplessly, reaching out with all his might to pinch her delicate cheek.

"You can't sleep, and you don't want me to sleep either"

She giggled and coquettishly flattered, "You're the best husband ever. Just talk to me, okay"

"What are you saying"

Just say whatever you want.

"This random range is too broad, you have to specify a range."

“Well, then tell me about today.”

He smiled again. "The more I say, the more excited you get. Are you still going to want to sleep tonight"

She pouted slightly and then burrowed into his arms with gusto.

This is her way of expressing embarrassment!

Just like a mole that loves to dig holes.

He was amused by her and burst into laughter again.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you a story."

He rubbed her scalp.

She immediately raised her head and softly requested, “Tell me your story.”

Eyes sparkling!

He loves her eyes, deeply and truly!

"Good!" he readily agreed.

To her, he had never truly refused anything!

She immediately stared at his face with delight.

He thought for a moment, then picked up a story from his past. At first, she seemed quite engaged, her beautiful eyes wide as she looked at him, occasionally interjecting a few words. But slowly, she fell silent. The light in her eyes dimmed, and her eyelids began to flutter.

I'm getting sleepy.

She mumbled something and burrowed into his shoulder, finding a comfortable position, like a small animal, snuggling close to him. It was an instinctive act, she was domesticated by him, even in the heat, she would rub against him.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his big hand still kneading her waist up and down. After all, she said her waist hurt.

She should be very comfortable, so she would hum softly at times, her lips blooming like flowers, revealing a beautiful color. Finally, her breathing became even, her face serene, just like a newborn baby.

She had fallen asleep, and he hadn't finished telling his story. He felt a little like a father who was telling bedtime stories to his young daughter.

This is truly his pampered flower!

A wry smile touched his lips as he looked at her, his gaze softening with every glance. His cold eyes now held a tenderness that could almost bring tears to one's eyes.

This is really his luck!

He leaned in and gently kissed her cheek, holding her close as they fell asleep together.

It seemed like he hadn't slept for long, not even an hour perhaps. Rong Ling's phone rang. He was always alert, and since he hadn't slept deeply, he reached out and grabbed his phone from the bedside table, careful not to wake Lin Meng who was asleep in his arms.

"Hey" He lowered his voice.

Immediately, a somewhat urgent voice came from the other end. "Boss, the police are here to arrest Li Lanqiu, they found she's dead!"

Dead!

Rong Ling's pupils immediately constricted.

"Did you see it with your own eyes"

"Well, I saw it with my own eyes. A gunshot to the temple, looks like a suicide. The police have cordoned off the scene now. Boss, I think you need to come over here."

"Well, I'll be there right away. Could you give me a quick rundown of the situation first"

His subordinate spoke briefly, stating his case. Rong Ling listened and, after hearing him out, instructed him to report any new developments immediately before hanging up the phone.

"Good boy --"

He gently nudged her. She mumbled and burrowed deeper, her head wanting to disappear somewhere. He found it amusing, but Wu Shengnan’s death was too soon, exceeding his expectations, and happening in his place. He had to go, had to get there quickly and control the situation. The Mingzi sent over there was capable, so guarding the villa shouldn't be a problem. But with his identity, what if some big shot didn't listen to him!

"Good boy!"

He patted her firm, upturned buttocks. She wriggled a bit, half-awake but too lazy to fully wake up.

He patted her again.

"Wake up, something happened, I have to go out."

Since the last time he took her to the police station while she was asleep and didn't wake her up, she cried buckets after finding out. He decided not to spare her feelings by keeping quiet this time and letting her sleep through it. Otherwise, if she woke up, she would surely be heartbroken again.

She rubbed her face against the pillow, as if pondering his words, and then suddenly, she opened her eyes. She looked like she had been startled awake.

"Something happened" she suddenly sat up and asked anxiously. "What happened"

"Wu Shengnan is dead."

He gave a brief explanation.

"I'm going over there now. I'll leave everything at home to you."

Lin Meng heard that the police were coming to his door, so he was worried.

"I'll go with you."

She never wanted to see her man being led away by the police again.

“It’s nothing, I’ll just take a look. It's just that to outsiders, it seems like we're close. That house is already under Li Lanqiu's name, so it has little to do with me anymore. I'll just take a look, nothing bad will happen. Don't worry, you take good care of the house.”

"I want to go with you." She grabbed his arm and looked at him pleadingly. "I'm worried about you, I can't sit still, I need to go with you."

“No. What kind of relationship do we have now Don’t you remember! If you go with me at this time, all the acting we did before would be for nothing. Besides, Wu Shengnan still doesn’t know who killed her. Right now, we need to be even more careful.”

Lin Meng was quite troubled, but she also understood the reason Ling Rong had given.

"What a nuisance," she said irritably, slapping the bed.

He immediately hugged her and soothed her.

“Be good, don't be angry. She's dead, and our acting days are almost over. From then on, I'll have to bow my head to you for the sake of profit and make up with you, that's what party M probably expects too. Right now, it's just a matter of what attitude party M has. I'm not afraid of anything else, just that they might play dirty tricks. That's a big organization, full of talented people. If they get any bad ideas, I'll be in trouble.”

Even the most capable individual can't possibly stand up against such a massive national apparatus! And this is in a globally renowned powerful country.

Lin Meng heard this, and immediately felt a chill in her heart. She straightened her attitude.

"Then I won't go with you. However, remember to call me often; I'll be worried here. After you get there, please be extra careful. Hmm, take more people with you. Just in case something happens..."

She bit her lip, her face was a little pale, but there was determination in her eyes. "If something happens with M-Fang and you can't contact your superiors, just call me. I can help too."

He looked at her with heartache.

"Don't overthink it, everything will be fine."

He kissed her again. "Actually, I have a hunch that Wu Shengnan dying at this time might be a good thing!"

She didn't know if he was comforting her or not. The problem with this man was that whenever something dangerous happened, he would handle it alone, solving it himself before telling her anything. Just because of this, she couldn't resist him. Should she say he was too macho Or should she blame him for being too caring towards her!

After a moment of thought, she still smiled.

That's definitely good news.

Smiling, I send my blessings.

Everyone says language has power, so she'll say it too. Actually, she truly felt that Wu Shengnan's sudden death was far too easy for her. Think of all the trouble she caused and how much she suffered at her hands. But compared to the safety of her own husband, nothing else mattered. If her death could ensure her husband's well-being, she'd be overjoyed!

"Go ahead, leave the things at home to me. Don't forget to bring your phone and keep in touch."

He hummed in response, getting out of bed to get dressed. She couldn't stay still either, jumping out of bed and following him into the dressing room, helping him choose a shirt, a matching tie, and even tying it for him herself.

He looked at her, saying nothing, but his every gesture revealed concern and affection. Her heart softened, and he pressed her against the closet, kissing her deeply. His kiss left her legs weak; she could only lean against him, supported by his hand on her waist, or she would have collapsed. Finally, he released her and scooped her up in his arms.

Her tender face was flushed, her lips, kissed and stained a rosy red, slightly parted. Her bright eyes were somewhat dazed.

He placed her gently on the bed, his tall frame following suit and collapsing onto her.

He gently pecked her small lips, murmuring softly.

"Don't send me off, just keep sleeping. I'll call you when I get there."

"But I can't sleep," she said, biting her lip and staring at him intently.

"If you can't sleep, just lie down and rest, or else you won't have the energy tomorrow."

He gently stroked her cheek and soothed her. "Be good, just lie still. I'll try to come back as soon as possible."

She hummed in response, but inwardly she felt a certain unease. Like Rong Ling, she wasn't afraid of much, but that mysterious "M" faction lurking in the shadows was truly something to be wary of.

"I'm leaving, be good!"

He kissed her again, just like he would soothe a child.

He straightened his back and walked out, and she sat up at once, wanting to see him off. He frowned, crossed his arms, and looked at her expressionlessly. Was this a reproach She licked her lips and retracted her bare foot that was about to touch the ground, obediently lying back on the bed. Only then did he nod in satisfaction and turn away, striding out.

Even though she had to go back to bed, she still snuck out and ran to the window, her eyes blazing as she stared at the yard. Then she saw two cars drive out. Although she couldn't see his figure, she knew he must be in the back car. So, watching the car drive out of the house and onto the main road until it disappeared from her sight, she half-lowered her eyes, a little listlessly returning to bed. But soon, she rallied. She was his wife, and now, it wasn't just him fighting alone. Although she hadn't gone with him, there was still much she could do. She perked up and began to think about who had killed Wu Shengnan, and then what she should do next.

Over there, Rong Ling was also thinking the same question: who killed Wu Shengnan. Knowing that woman, it was absolutely impossible for her to have committed suicide. That woman, she definitely lived a life of deceit and survival. So she must have been murdered.

He had indeed plotted to ensure Wu Shengnan met a terrible end, and he also believed that a headshot was too merciful for her. But he had to admit, someone had gotten to Wu Shengnan before him, which was undoubtedly beneficial to him. Because the person wasn't killed by him, no matter how thoroughly Fang investigated, they wouldn't find any trace leading back to him, sparing him from repercussions. So, could it have been Xiao Yi! Or perhaps he realized that the kidnapping was orchestrated entirely by the Jiang family, who wanted to frame Wu Shengnan Was the Jiang family playing a game of thief crying wolf!

He seemed to need to contact the Jiang family and find out more, but would doing so discount all his efforts tonight

He still decided to remain calm and pretend nothing happened tonight with the rescue. He would act as if he was just like he always was with the Jiang family. After all, whether they were there or not, Rong Ling was still Rong Ling, and didn't need them!

Upon arriving, he was somewhat surprised to see Jiang Chengfeng already there. He seemed...a bit rushed! The Jiang residence wasn't exactly close to this small villa. Moreover, given his mother's harrowing experience at the threshold of death tonight, he should have been home with her instead.

Rong Ling saw Jiang Chengfeng, and Jiang Chengfeng also saw Rong Ling. His expression did not change in the slightest, still cold, and when he looked at Rong Ling, his expression turned even colder. Anyone could see that he had a cold towards Rong Ling.he "root" is still there, it can be revived!But soon, Old Mrs. He would discover that the tactic of "marrying a child" was not foolproof!The person in charge of searching for old newspapers about Lin...