Chapter 28: The Arrow Is Nocked, How Can He Rest?

Despite the deafening chatter among the crowd, nobody paid any mind to He Lian’s booming voice.

“Holy shit! The President’s daughter is already this big?”

“Isn’t the President unmarried?”

“Holy shit, the President’s illegitimate daughter is already this big?”

“That can’t be his daughter, the age doesn’t match up. Is she the President’s younger sister?”

“She’s so pretty? I’m gonna go ask the President to introduce her to me as my wife.”

“How dare you! She’s my wife!”

“My wife!”

He Lian drew a deep breath, pulled out the pistol behind his waist, and aimed it straight at the sky.

He pulled the trigger abruptly.

BANG!

The crowd turned around sharply. Seeing the President’s expression look like he was about to eat someone alive, they finally scattered like panicked birds and beasts.

He Lian blew on the hot gun barrel, gnashing his teeth in fury.

These ignorant, unsophisticated dogs.

Calling her “wife” left and right.

Returning to the room, Jiang Yu was sitting on the sofa picking at her nails, her composure suggesting she hadn’t been startled by the gunshot at all.

He Lian turned around with a smile: “Hungry? Want some dinner?”

Jiang Yu nodded.

Then she looked bewilderedly at the plate of beef brought in by the guard.

Was this dinner… or was it simply a display of beef for her to look at?

He Lian also let out a soft hiss. This piece of beef was bigger than Jiang Yu’s whole face. Recalling the nurse’s instructions, he called out to the guard and waved his hand: “Bring something light instead.”

The guard: “Huh?”

Something light?

The men at the Citadel performed grueling physical labor on the edge of a blade—where were they supposed to find “light food”?

If they were forced to eat tofu and cabbage every day, it would be no different from killing them.

However, since He Lian had spoken, the guard gave it some thought: “President, does salt-grilled beef tongue count?”

This was genuinely the lightest food in the Citadel.

Or should he bring this kid a bowl of pig brain dish?

After all, hearing from Zhuang Yumian that she was a fool, it would be perfect to nourish her brain.

Jiang Yu’s little face looked as strained as if she were at an emergency assembly.

“Count your second uncle! Get the fuck out of here!”

He Lian cursed the guard away. Seeing Jiang Yu anxiously circling her gaze around the mountain-like piece of beef, he couldn’t help but laugh softly. He pulled the plate over and drew a military dagger from behind his waist.

The sharp blade whirled in his palm, accurately gliding across his thumb, behaving as obediently as his own son.

“Don’t worry, A-Yu. I’ll slice it for you.”

“Your big brother looks handsome playing with a knife, doesn’t he?”

“Isn’t he way cooler than that old bull dragging tires earlier?”

Jiang Yu: “…”

Still, these words were not wrong. Before being confined in Yangcity, Jiang Yu had lived in Haicheng. Although she rarely left her home back then, she had accompanied her mother and father to high-end occasions twice, meeting quite a few suit-and-tie elite figures of the upper class.

Those men were very gentlemanly, but possessed an exquisite hypocrisy deep in their bones—tailored suits wrapping the stench of printed currency, every word and sentence laden with hidden needles.

He Lian was different from those people. No matter how neatly dressed he was, he could still spout wild words without regard for the occasion, thoroughly unrestrained as if not even the Lord of Heaven could boss him around.

Putting on battle dress gave him yet another demeanor.

Like the leader of a lion pride—if he was in a good mood, anything went; if he was in a bad mood, he would tear a person apart alive.

He was the absolute best person to use for revenge.

Because when He Lian went wild, he gave face to nobody.

The network of contacts the Song family cultivated would be entirely useless against him.

Furthermore…

He who harbored a fierce tiger inside could still delicately smell a rose.

The fact that He Lian could appreciate her paintings meant that deep down, he was also a highly sensitive person.

It was precisely this point that Jiang Yu targeted when deciding to make a move on him.

Yet she hadn’t anticipated the man being this attentive.

The meat… was sliced far too thin.

Usually, when He Lian used a knife, it was to stab people; he had never done such delicate work. His long fingers gripped the knife handle, and because the angle required intense precision, the blood vessels on the back of his hand were tautly bulged.

Finally, the slicing was done.

He Lian exhaled a sigh of relief, layering the meat slices over the rice bowl in front of Jiang Yu. Setting down the dagger, he enthusiastically reached for her chopsticks.

Startled in secret, Jiang Yu pinned down her chopsticks in one quick motion.

Clap!

Taken aback by her reaction, He Lian leaned his broad, towering frame over: “Want to eat by yourself?”

Holding onto the chopsticks in a vice grip, Jiang Yu nodded heavily!

Refusing to give up, He Lian double-checked: “Really want to eat by yourself? No need for me to feed you?”

Jiang Yu: “…”

Much obliged, but really no need.

Jiang Yu simply picked up the chopsticks and began eating, proving everything through action.

The disappointment in He Lian’s eyes was almost overflowing.

He also picked up his rice bowl to eat. His eating manner wasn’t overtly rude, but his appetite was strikingly immense—that overflowing bowl of rice quickly hit bottom, and the beef was nearly finished too.

Just as he was about to call the guard to bring more rice, he caught a glance of Jiang Yu’s bowl out of the corner of his eye.

She was trying very hard to eat, but the rice had only suffered minor injuries.

He Lian knitted his brows: “You’re full already?”

Jiang Yu even suppressed a full burp.

He Lian: “Even the little pig Li Meng raises in the backyard eats more than you.”

Jiang Yu: “…”

Whatever he said went—the crown prince could say whatever he wanted.

Reaching out his hand, He Lian scooped her leftover rice into his broad palm, taking away half of it in a single chopsticks stroke. Watching this, Jiang Yu gasped in secret, unconsciously staring at his stomach.

He really could pack it away.

Where did all that food go?

Did he have four stomachs like a cow?

Sensing her gaze, He Lian lowered his eyes. Looking at the folds gathered around his waist from his combat uniform, he bit his lip slightly and slowly pulled his coat together, his ears burning hot once again.

The little fool was eyeing his treasure again.

…Well, that worked too.

The speed at which He Lian shoveled rice visibly accelerated.

After finishing the meal, the guard cleared away the tray and tableware.

Propping himself up on the back of the sofa with an arm, He Lian watched Jiang Yu lying bored on the table picking at her fingers. Remembering the cold sensation when those tiny hands wrapped around his neck, the corners of his lips hooked upward imperceptibly.

Girls were indeed delicate and soft.

The more he looked, the more irresistible she became.

Just as He Lian was about to tease her with a few words, Zhuang Yumian walked in.

Without looking left or right, the woman said with a cold face: “President, evening border patrol.”

Smoothing away his smile, He Lian raised his eyebrows: “Isn’t it Ye Xun’s turn tonight?”

Did he, the Chief President, still need to do this job?

Zhuang Yumian: “We just fought a battle with the Sand Worms not long ago. The central government is very anxious and has sent two red-header documents already. It’s better if you personally join the patrol.”

When serious matters were mentioned, He Lian put away his impatience, picked up the cigarette pack from the table, and stood up.

Jiang Yu’s gaze followed his movement.

Looking at her, He Lian’s heart softened repeatedly.

So obedient, she was truly so obedient.

However, desert nights were frigid and filled with heavy dust storms; He Lian didn’t want to drag her along to suffer.

Seeing Jiang Yu’s unblinking stare, he sucked his cheeks meaningfully and said to Zhuang Yumian: “Stay behind and keep an eye on her. While you’re at it, give her a bath.”

Zhuang Yumian responded crisply: “Yes, sir.”

Out in the wilderness beyond the border, stars hung low over the night sky.

A convoy of off-road vehicles sped swiftly along the border perimeter.

The night desert held only the howling wind, its silence carrying a suffocating pressure. If it weren’t for having company by his side, Ye Xun felt he would have suffered a mental breakdown sooner or later.

Only, he didn’t understand why He Lian insisted on leading the drive in person—and driving so fast at that.

“Boss, rest for a bit. Let me drive.”

He Lian paid no attention to him.

Rest?

The arrow was already nocked on the string, how could he rest?

The little fool was still waiting for him!

Thinking of the supreme delight Jiang Yu brought him, He Lian simply couldn’t wait. He spat the cigarette butt out the window, applied a swift surge of force, and floored the accelerator to the bottom!

The intense thrust against his back made Ye Xun’s heart feel uncomfortable, and he grabbed his seatbelt abruptly.

“Boss! Too fast!”

“230 mph!”

“I don’t wanna die!”

“AHHH—”

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