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No matter what, Wushuang really likes this place. Looking at the crowd that shares her skin color and language, she feels a sense of returning home, which is wonderful. She truly loves it here.
Long Ze had already purchased an apartment in a nearby community before their arrival, and everything was arranged in advance. Wushuang is accustomed to life here; not far from the community is an elementary school. Every day, when she opens the window of her room, she can see the happenings on the school playground. During those moments, she can't help but touch her belly, imagining that her future child will grow up learning in that school and playing on that playground!
This ancient and mysterious eastern capital has retained its most prosperous side after experiencing numerous dynastic changes. Long Ze takes Wushuang through the Forbidden City. Although the Forbidden City is quite different from the palace of the Great Yan Kingdom, seeing the majestic ancient architecture still stirs excitement in her heart.
When they arrive at the Summer Palace, although this former royal garden no longer holds its past beauty, to Wushuang's eyes, it resembles the Summer Palace in Yan Kingdom's harem, a garden built by her father for the Empress. Nestled among mountains and waters, it boasts beautiful scenery. As a child, she loved playing games with the Empress in the Summer Palace.
The scenes of the past feel as if they happened just yesterday, yet everything has changed now. She is grateful to have General Longze by her side, leaning against him with teary eyes, hoping that heaven will no longer toy with her and allow them to live peacefully for the rest of their lives.
Hong Kong.
Rafas arrived directly from Las Vegas to Hong Kong. He has not yet found their whereabouts, but he is certain they are somewhere in China; he cannot be mistaken about that.
Solomon's influence spans across major economic cities worldwide, and China's power base is located in Hong Kong. His purpose for coming this time is clear and simple: to bring his woman back home!
"Master, China is so vast; how are we supposed to find them?" Mike follows closely behind him, always ready to protect him.
"How to find them? Do I need to teach you this? Whether you use manpower or satellites, you have three days to locate them!" His patience is limited; that woman is carrying his child—she cannot be allowed to leave his side.
Mike nods and quickly disappears from his sight. Finding two people among over a billion in China within three days is indeed not easy!
Due to Yan Wushuang's sudden disappearance, their wedding originally scheduled for next month has been completely postponed. Rafas now regrets not secretly shooting that bastard Long Ze back then; now he has brought so much trouble upon him and even taken away his woman—it's truly infuriating!
With Long Ze by her side, Wushuang temporarily forgets those unpleasant matters. It's rare for her to enjoy such a beautiful life; she should cherish it well because she has a feeling that that man will not easily let them go.
Three days seem to pass quickly. Wushuang enjoys this life very much. Long ago, she had longed to marry General Longze and be his General's Wife, spending their lives together.
"Shuang'er, are you happy?" Long Ze asked her leisurely, holding her close and inhaling her natural fragrance.
"Yes, I am very happy. I hope this life can last forever, and that it won't be disturbed by anyone!" Her wish seemed simple and ordinary to others, but for her, it was such a luxury.
Long Ze understood her worries. He tightened his embrace around her and gently kissed her forehead, allowing her to feel at ease in his arms.
The warm kiss on her forehead made Wushuang's mind flash with the image of that man—the silver mask, the deep expression with an evil smile, always saying to her, "Baby, you are mine, and will only ever be mine!"
Suddenly looking up at Long Ze's face, a chill swept over her forehead. Was it because she hated him too much? Why did she have the illusion of thinking of him when the general kissed her?
"Shuang'er, what's wrong? You don't look well," Long Ze said with concern as he noticed her suddenly melancholic expression.
"It's nothing. Maybe I've just been out too much these past few days and I'm too tired. I think I should rest more!" She fabricated an excuse, hoping the general wouldn't overthink it. But she truly was exhausted—very tired, perhaps even more so in her heart.
How could Long Ze not see through her earlier panic? He just didn't know what she was afraid of. Perhaps it was as she said; she was too tired and needed rest.
"Master, we have found Miss Wushuang's whereabouts. They are currently in Beijing; the address is here!" Mike had put a lot of effort into inputting Yan Wushuang and Long Ze's appearances into the satellite recognition detection system. As long as they appeared within the detectable range of the satellite, their location could be pinpointed with accuracy.
Rafas looked at the address Mike found; it was indeed correct—they were in the capital of China. With the detailed address in hand, he immediately set off to bring his Little Woman back.
In recent days, Yan Wushuang had been feeling nauseous and unable to eat or sleep. Long Ze took her to the hospital for a check-up, where the doctor said this was a pregnancy reaction. Eighty percent of pregnant women experience such reactions in early pregnancy, which generally lessen after two months.
Long Ze took great care of her, going out early in the morning to buy ingredients to help nourish her body. Since becoming pregnant, Wushuang had become increasingly sleepy; at night she couldn't sleep well due to nausea and ended up sleeping until the afternoon.
A black Rolls-Royce extended luxury car stopped downstairs at the apartment. Rafas looked at the address on the note and arrived at the apartment door. Mike took out a master key and easily unlocked the door.
Bright Living Room, with simple furnishings, is not very large, but it is more than enough for the two of them. In a slightly ajar room, faint breathing can be heard, accompanied by a delicate floral fragrance that he knows all too well.
As he pushes open the door, a tall shadow falls on the wall. Rafas gently walks in and looks at the sleeping face before him. After a few days apart, she has clearly lost weight; her once rosy cheeks now appear somewhat pale.
Since he had the ability to take her away, he also had the responsibility to take good care of her. Seeing his precious one looking so frail, Rafas can't help but feel heartache. He bends down and kisses her.
Familiar sensations and scents fill his mind. He misses this smell so much; after a week without her, he truly longs for her—my precious!
Wushuang feels uneasy from his kiss. The familiar scent and aura are so real that she doesn't want to believe it; she would rather think it's all a dream, just a dream.
"Baby, I'm here. I'm here to take you and the baby home!" He whispers in her ear, already sensing that she is waking up.
This is real; he really has come. Wushuang wants to keep pretending, but he doesn't even give her that choice. Slowly opening her eyes, she sees the man who once loved her most… but also the man who has hurt her the deepest!
"Baby, did you miss me?" Rafas sits at the edge of the bed with a light laugh, as if nothing has ever happened.
"Devil, beast, murderer, liar..." A series of words flash through Wushuang's mind as she looks into his eyes.
As those words spill from her lips, Rafas can tell from her expression that she has regained her memory. She has turned back into that little hedgehog covered in thorns.
But that's okay; no matter what she becomes, she is Yan Wushuang, and for this lifetime, she will always be Rafas's woman. Even in death, that will not change!
"Baby, stop messing around. Let's go home!" Rafas seems not to have heard her words at all and approaches to pick her up.
Seeing him reach out his arms towards her, Wushuang quickly gets up and dodges him. She despises this man's touch, especially when she catches a whiff of his scent—it makes her feel sick!
"Go away, don't come near me... Why won't you leave me alone, you liar!" The hatred in her gaze was piercing. The once delicate and dependent Wushuang had completely vanished. Just recalling the times spent with him made her feel she truly deserved to die for believing his lies, for giving him her heart and everything she had.
And what did she get in return? She received a lie and the condemnation of her conscience!
Rafas hated being defied by others, especially when it was his woman who dared to oppose him. The expression on his face grew darker; he no longer had the patience to waste time with her. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, his sharp gaze fixed on her as he said, "Baby, do you believe I could set this building on fire or blow it up?"
"You... despicable, shameless! Besides using these lowly tactics to threaten me, can't you show a little mercy and accumulate some virtue for yourself?" He was the kind of person who would definitely act on his words; he was not joking with her.
Seeing the hatred in her eyes made Rafas feel particularly displeased. Asking him to show mercy? Ha! What a foolish dream!
"Baby, you only have two choices now. The first is to obediently come with me. The second is for me to forcibly take you away while also sending your lovely neighbors a special gift. What do you say?" His face leaned closer to hers, making it clear how she should choose without needing his guidance.
Wushuang clenched her teeth; he was truly despicable. Why did he have to use such methods to force her into submission? The dilemma left her nearly breathless, her chest felt tighter, and waves of nausea rolled in her stomach. She pushed him away with all her strength and ran barefoot to the bathroom.
"Ugh... ugh..." She was already a month and a half pregnant, and her morning sickness was getting stronger; just smelling greasy food made her feel sick.
Rafas followed her outside, standing by the door and listening to the sounds inside. He could roughly guess what was happening; he needed to take her back quickly and couldn't let her stay out any longer.
After a while, Yan Wushuang washed her face thoroughly and looked at herself in the mirror. Was she destined to live like this for the rest of her life?
Yes, she had no other choice. That man was a devil; he had gone mad—completely mad—and she believed he could do anything. Reflecting on the days spent with the general, she felt enough was enough; in this life, she had no regrets!
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