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"Well, since that's the case, I don't know what else to say to you. I'll call the waiter to bring up some food, and you should wash up a bit so that no one sees you like this; it's really not good." Misa knew he wouldn't listen to her, so she turned and left his room, hoping that heaven would help him and relieve his suffering.
Watching Misa's departing figure, Long Yi felt a sense of guilt and remorse. If it weren't for him and Wushuang, the Yamamoto Family wouldn't have ended up like this. The Yamamoto Old Man wouldn't have passed away, and Misa wouldn't have become an orphan. It was all his fault.
No matter who it was for, he had to eliminate Rafas and avenge the countless people he had persecuted!
Kogura was staying in the same hotel as Yamamoto Ryuichi. Last night, after bringing a sexy woman back to the hotel, he spent most of the night passionately with her, fantasizing about her as Yan Wushuang.
Seeing her in person for the first time was indeed different; she was so beautiful that it felt unreal. Her beauty made all men gasp and left women feeling inferior. Just one glance deeply etched into his heart, intensifying his desire to possess her and making him more impatient.
Ding dong... ding dong... Kogura personally came to Yamamoto Ryuichi's room; he wanted to hear about his plan this time.
Misa ran to open the door. When she saw it was him, she immediately put on a long face and said, "Oh, what brings you here?"
"Miss Misa, aren't you going out shopping? New York is a great place for girls to explore," Kogura teased her. Her fair and clean face lacked yesterday's deliberate makeup, making her look even more refreshing.
"What? Do you have something to discuss? I'll leave right away; I won't disturb you." The roundabout way of speaking was just a way to hint that she should leave on her own—hmpf!
Misa returned to her room, tidied up a bit, grabbed her small handbag, and walked out without looking back. Yamamoto Ryuichi came out of his room and saw her willful demeanor; he immediately called two of his men to accompany her outside.
This was New York, not Japan; it wasn't their territory. No matter where they went or what they did, they had to stay alert and focused!
"Yamamoto-kun, you don't need to worry; Miss Misa will be fine," Kogura said as if this were his own place. He plopped down comfortably on the sofa with arms spread wide.
"Is there something going on?" He came over personally; it couldn't be that simple.
Lighting a cigar and leisurely taking a few puffs before crushing it underfoot with a fierce motion, Kogura asked with a glint of murderous intent in his eyes, "Is everything ready?"
"Okay! You can rest assured. However, I'm worried about potential oversights; if necessary, I hope you won't just sit back and watch."
"Hahaha... then let me assure you that I, Kogura, will fully support you. I brought three helicopters this time, ready at your command."
Both of them share the same goal: Rafas. Hatred, jealousy, and greed have brought these two unlikely allies together to eliminate Rafas, the biggest thorn in their sides!
Yan Wushuang turned over, her whole body aching as if it had been run over by a car. She felt so sore and weak that she could hardly move, but she was starving, feeling as if her stomach was touching her back. She had to get up!
“Lefas, stop sleeping! Wake up quickly, I’m about to starve to death!” The man beside her kept his eyes tightly shut, appearing to be still fast asleep.
Rafas remained motionless, but this made Wushuang unhappy. Every time she moved, he would wake up immediately. Just now, she had pushed and shouted at him; there was no way he could still be asleep. Was he pretending? This was too much!
Wushuang gritted her teeth and shifted her body, glancing at him beside her. Forget it; she wouldn’t rely on him. Last night’s pajamas lay quietly on the carpet beside the bed. She pulled back the covers and propped herself up; it was better to rely on herself for food.
Rafas kept his eyes closed, quietly listening to what she intended to do.
“Ah…” As Wushuang took her first step, a strong wave of soreness hit her body, causing her to collapse onto the carpet.
Hearing her painful cry, Rafas could no longer pretend. He immediately got out of bed and rushed to her side, lifting her from the floor back onto the big bed. He looked at her with concern and asked gently, “Baby, did you hurt anywhere?”
“Go away! I don’t need you! Just keep sleeping! I hate you!” Pushing him away, Wushuang buried herself under the covers and sobbed softly.
Rafas felt a tightness in his heart and quickly pulled back the covers to dig her out. “Don’t be angry; I was just teasing you. What do you want to eat?”
His voice was very gentle. How long had it been? He probably couldn’t even remember. When had he ever treated a woman with such care? Even three years ago, before that incident happened, he hadn’t treated that woman like this.
“I don’t want to eat anything! Just go away and leave me alone!” With red-rimmed eyes, she pouted her cute lips and avoided looking at him.
The two of them were at a standstill… one second… two seconds… three seconds… Suddenly, Yan Wushuang’s face contorted in pain as she pressed her small hand tightly against her stomach. Her face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out as she curled up in discomfort.
Rafas’s brows furrowed tightly as he leaned closer to her cheek, anxiously asking, “Baby, what’s wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Is it your stomach?”
Yan Wushuang closed her eyes and let tears fall; she was in so much pain and felt so miserable…
“Stop messing around! Tell me if it’s your stomach!” He shouted nervously, startling Wushuang who was struggling on the edge of pain.
She remained silent, only lightly nodding. Rafas, feeling frustrated, immediately got out of bed, put on his clothes, and picked up her nightgown while calling for someone to prepare food to be brought up. He helped her get dressed to prevent anyone from seeing her delicate skin and graceful curves.
"Don't cry, I'm here. Drink some water; you'll feel better soon." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he held her in his arms. Wushuang no longer struggled against him but leaned weakly against him, seeking a safe haven.
The food had already been prepared for them. As soon as Rafas called out, someone from the kitchen promptly delivered it. Rafas carefully fed her, and as the warm food entered her stomach, it gradually alleviated some of her pain.
"Come on, eat more. Be careful; it's hot!" He fed her bite by bite, and when he saw the color returning to her cheeks, he finally felt relieved. It seemed he needed to ensure she ate regularly. Looking at the small clock on the table, he realized it was already past one in the afternoon; no wonder she was so hungry that her stomach hurt.
Wushuang finished a bowl of oatmeal hungrily. Her health had always been poor, so he had instructed the kitchen to prepare Chinese dishes for her when she got up. The chef who made Chinese food in the villa was specifically hired just for her.
"I'm full." She pushed away the fish he offered her. Her appetite was small; after finishing a bowl of porridge and eating a few soup dumplings along with some side dishes, she was basically full.
Rafas watched her and put the piece of fish into his own mouth. He wrapped his arm around her and gently touched the area where she had been in pain, asking, "Feeling better? Should I call Shouya to take a look at you?"
"No, I was just too hungry earlier; I'm fine!" She grabbed his hand and met his concerned gaze but suddenly shook his hand off.
Turning her stubborn little face away to avoid his eyes, she thought that it was because of his indifference that she had gotten so hungry it made her feel unwell. It was all his fault!
Rafas held her tightly, refusing to loosen his grip even slightly. He pressed his lips against her cheek and gave it a gentle kiss. "Baby, are you still mad at me? Hmm...?"
"Let go!" She coldly replied with just three words.
"I won't!" He simply responded with a firm answer.
"You... you..." Wushuang felt particularly wronged. She was the one who had suffered earlier, while he seemed completely unaffected now, which made her heart ache.
With red-rimmed eyes, despite her efforts not to let tears fall, she couldn't help but cry again. Rafas's greatest weakness was her tears; no matter when they appeared, they would melt the ice mountain in his heart.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt again? I should go find Shouya to check on you; it'll make you feel better!" Rafas was a man after all and didn't think too delicately. He set her down and went out to find Shouya.
As soon as he stepped out the door, Yan Wushuang quickly got out of bed and locked the door behind him with a loud bang. Rafas had only taken a few steps when he heard the sound of the door closing behind him. Something felt off as he walked back; damn it, she had locked him out!
She was able to mess around with him like this, which seemed to indicate that she no longer needed Shouya. After standing outside the door for three seconds, he feared that by banging on the door, he might command her inside: "Baby, open the door immediately."
"I'm not opening it!" She pouted, stubbornly holding out against him.
"I'll say it again, open the door now!" He had come out in such a hurry that he hadn't even had time to put on the Silver Mask; the scar on his cheek was glaringly visible in the air, surprising the subordinates who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion.
Wushuang ignored him, pulling the blanket higher and covering her head with it. She needed to calm down; no matter how much he shouted, she refused to open the door!
"Yan Wushuang, if you don't open the door, do you know what the consequences will be?" Rafas took a gun from one of his subordinates behind him, waiting for her response. He would shoot through the door at her command.
"Do whatever you want; you might as well just kill me!" As soon as she finished speaking...
"Bang... Bang... Bang..." Three gunshots rang out from outside the door, and Rafas kicked it open and charged in.
Wushuang heard the noise and was about to sit up when Rafas rushed in front of her. Seeing the blanket pulled away, he grabbed her and glared at her furiously, shouting, "Yan Wushuang, you're getting more and more disobedient!"
With that, Rafas pinned her down and violently tore apart the nightgown he had personally put on her. His strength was terrifying; Wushuang desperately tried to evade him, but he was simply too brutal for her to resist.
With tears in her eyes, Wushuang let her arms go limp, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. After all, fighting back was futile; she simply couldn't win against him.
Consumed by rage, Rafas shredded the nightgown he had dressed her in into pieces. She lay beneath him like a doll, motionless except for the silent tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.
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