Chapter 114: Knowing Each Other Inside Out

The man in sunglasses was tall and burly, like a towering iron pillar, his arms as strong as steel bars. Yet in Liu Jingye’s hands, they felt as fragile as popcorn, ready to snap at any moment.

The man in sunglasses began to falter, and suddenly Liu Jingye threw a sharp motion with his hand. The man staggered back several steps and instinctively reached into his coat.

Liu Jingye narrowed his eyes coldly, fixing him with a steely gaze. If the hand inside his coat moved even slightly, Liu Jingye would not hesitate to strike him down immediately.

“It’s you!” the man in sunglasses exclaimed in surprise, as if a glint of light pierced through his dark lenses.

Liu Jingye studied him carefully and found him somewhat familiar. A strip of medical tape was still on his nose. Suddenly, he recalled—this was the bodyguard of the wealthy young master they’d encountered at the airport yesterday. Together, they had tried to seize Chen Yuxin’s camera. At the time, he attempted a covert attack on Liu Jingye but was thwarted and ended up with a bruised nose.

Truly, old enemies meeting was like fire meeting powder. The man in sunglasses never tolerated losses lightly, and having suffered a stealthy defeat at Liu Jingye’s hands, now finally had the chance for revenge.

He deliberately said, “I’m here to find Miss Tang. Stay out of it.”

With that, he reached out again, seemingly aiming to grab Tang Shiya. But Tang Shiya stood behind Liu Jingye, and just as the man’s hand neared her, Liu Jingye suddenly clenched his fist and struck straight at his face.

“Hmph,” Liu Jingye snorted coldly, unleashing a punch with the fearless dominance of a charging beast, meeting the other’s fist head-on without a hint of hesitation.

With a muffled ‘thud,’ their fists collided—this was a contest of sheer strength, without any fancy moves.

After the punch, Liu Jingye remained unmoved, but the man staggered backward several meters, clutching his right elbow in pain. His forearm was nearly broken; the agony felt as if the bone might pierce through his skin.

The man’s eyes were filled with shock, anger, and a trace of fear. He once again plunged his hand into his coat. Clearly, he was hiding a weapon that could turn the tide.

Liu Jingye slightly bent forward, tense like a leopard about to pounce, ready to deliver a lethal blow at any moment.

At that instant, Tang Shiya stepped forward, standing between them. “Enough. I’ll go with you.”

The staff members around them immediately cheered, and the man in sunglasses deflated in an instant. He had no desire to fight Liu Jingye to the death without a guaranteed victory. Tang Shiya’s intervention extinguished his fighting spirit, providing him an honorable way out.

But that very moment of relaxation was a fatal lapse—Liu Jingye could have easily ended him.

“Hmph, just a second-rate fighter after all,” Liu Jingye sneered disdainfully to himself. “When two armies face off, suddenly lowering your resolve is nothing short of courting death.”

“Are you really going with them?” Liu Jingye withdrew his killing intent and looked at Tang Shiya.

Tang Shiya turned to him and suddenly asked out of nowhere, “Can I ask you something? With all these scars, these nearly shattered bones covered in stitches—what exactly are you trying to gain?”

Liu Jingye froze. He wasn’t sure how to answer such a question. His scars were the price of completing missions, following orders. On a grander scale, they were for the glorious and noble ideals in his heart.

Under Tang Shiya’s intense gaze, he thought for a moment and said, “Freedom and dignity.”

Though lofty, everyone struggles for something unknown—not only on battlefields but in life. People fight for the freedom to live comfortably and with ease, for those around them to look up to them—that is freedom and dignity.

Tang Shiya seemed to expect this answer. She smiled and nodded, then turned and beckoned. She walked out of the compound, and at the gate, she said to Liu Jingye, “I’ll owe you the rent for now. When I get back on my feet, I’ll definitely come back. We’ll settle up then.”

Watching them hurry away, the man in sunglasses glanced back at Liu Jingye with unwilling eyes but said nothing harsh. He kept clutching his injured arm and walked briskly away.

Liu Jingye didn’t take the man seriously, but he did wonder why the manager had come to “invite” Tang Shiya.

“Who exactly is that sunglasses-wearing rich kid?” he pondered. “How could he make Tang Shiya’s company jump at the chance to cooperate, even ignoring the wishes of such a superstar? That guy probably carries a gun…”

Liu Jingye shook his head with a faint smile. “Whatever conglomerate or not—it’s none of my business. Money’s good, but too much is just a number. I live by a simple rule: enough to get by. A man should be content to find lasting happiness.”

Tang Shiya had effectively checked out without paying rent—a familiar scenario. Liu Jingye chuckled bitterly. “My inn’s almost turning into a shelter. But hey, if I get to shelter beauties every day, that’s not so bad.”

He headed upstairs to clean the room, only to find it spotless, as if no one had ever stayed there. Yet the air still carried her unique, subtle fragrance.

By the bedside lay a set of blue work clothes—the uniform Tang Shiya had worn as an airport cleaner during her escape that day. She had left it as a gift for Liu Jingye.

He smiled wryly, then turned and went downstairs. Sitting down, he lit a cigarette. The empty room was silent, and he muttered to himself, “Running an inn feels a bit like managing a brothel. Guests come and go in a rush, leaving behind brief joys and sorrows, but all that remains is endless emptiness.”

Just then, his phone rang. Seeing the number, he laughed. “Looks like I’ll never be lonely again.”

“Hello, Director Yuan, any orders?” Liu Jingye teased.

Yuan Xiaoying laughed. “You rascal, you run fast—like pulling your pants on and running out the door!”

Liu Jingye blushed, feeling a bit guilty. “Well, it was a special situation. How about next time you come to me?”

“Next time?” Yuan Xiaoying said, “I warn you, don’t think that just because you succeeded this time, there’ll be a ‘next next next.’ I call the shots. You just have to keep me happy and entertained. When I’m in a good mood, you’ll have your chance.”

Liu Jingye laughed, understanding that women—especially after losing their virginity—often become a little insecure. Yuan Xiaoying, especially with her strong controlling nature, now felt a bit unmoored without her biggest support.

“When a woman is truly ready to give herself to you, it means she’s fully invested—her heart belongs solely to you, longing to keep you close and grow old together,” Liu Jingye reflected, his emotional intelligence having grown. “I believe every virgin feels this way after their first time.”

Understanding her feelings, Liu Jingye was happy to indulge her. “Yes, Director Yuan, rest assured. I’ll be your loyal servant from now on.”

“That’s better!” Yuan Xiaoying said, pleased. After a pause, she gritted her teeth, “Be a good servant, and I’ll reward you!”

Liu Jingye laughed heartily, surprised she could say such things—she was clearly pushing boundaries now.

“Stop laughing. I was impulsive just now—ended up going home with you all muddled. There’s still a lot to sort out,” Yuan Xiaoying changed the subject. “I’m heading to the city bureau now. Even though I’m driving, the pain’s still sharp—the bastard was brutal.”

“Next time, you take the lead,” Liu Jingye suggested.

“I won’t…” Yuan Xiaoying said, “Don’t interrupt. I want to tell you we’ve confirmed the shooter who killed Huang Guangzong wasn’t from the police. There might be an investigation. So be careful.”

“Also, with Huang Guangzong dead, Huang Xing won’t avoid the death penalty for long. The city’s underworld will be thrown into chaos. Some factions are already itching to grab territory, and new forces have emerged. Most importantly, major powers from the provincial capital are mobilizing to invade. Be extra cautious—don’t get mixed up in the underworld. Remember, you’re a big shrimp.”

“A big shrimp?” Liu Jingye smiled bitterly. “Is it organic?”

“Alright, hero,” Yuan Xiaoying said, “You’re supposed to fight crime, punish evil, uphold justice, and act as heaven’s justice. If you step out of line, don’t blame me for arresting you myself!”

Half-joking, half-serious, Yuan Xiaoying spoke, and Liu Jingye mimicked her recent tone, “Will you handcuff me to the bed, whip me, and drip hot wax on me?”

“Rogue!” Yuan Xiaoying snapped.

That was exactly what she had said recently—when she said it, it was passion and warmth; when he said it, it was lewdness.

The couple had broken through a barrier, reaching a new level. Outwardly little had changed, but inwardly they both felt closer than ever. Even on the way to work, Yuan Xiaoying made sure to call him and chat endlessly.

For a while, sweet nothings flew, playful teasing filled the air, and lovers were blissfully happy.

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