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Ever since the confrontation with General Onizuka that night, Wan Deng always felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.
She waited for a call every day with her ears perked up, fearing that there would be news from Wan Xiang that General Onizuka was coming to look for someone. But after more than a month, nothing happened, and her life slowly returned peaceful.
However, a huge undercurrent is coming from the East China Sea, and the undercurrent is turbulent.
The situation between China and Japan is becoming more and more tense, and the air in Shanghai, where music is played every night, is filled with tense tension, and everyone looks serious.
Ning Huayong is the richest man in Shanghai. His every word and deed attracts great attention from the military commander and the Japanese upper class. But his behavior was secretive and impeccable. He not only quietly provided financial support to several underground anti-Japanese forces, but also quietly transferred some of his subordinates to Europe and the United States, rapidly expanding his huge underground assets.
One day, Wan Xiang knocked on the door but before she could turn the doorknob, an energetic white-haired foreigner walked out. His eyes were as gray as an eagle's, and his nose was curved into a stern aquiline, but he smiled and shook Huayong's hands repeatedly and said goodbye.
"Huayong...the one who just went out is an American?"
Wan Xiang walked in and saw Ning Huayong leaning against the window, holding a thin, delicate porcelain cup with one hand, sipping coffee slowly.
When he saw his wife, a soft smile emerged from his eyes. He picked up her wife and sat her on the desk.
"No, he is Jewish."
Jewish? This novel vocabulary made Wan Xiang curious, and she shrank her shoulders. Ning Huayong was a little tired. He placed his hands on Wan Xiang's side and rested his head on her shoulder.
"Jews, what do they do?"
Wan Xiang couldn't help but be curious, and untied the long black hair from his back and slowly combed it with her fingers.
"They are the most profitable people in the world."
"Oh, then who is the Jew who went out just now? What does he do?"
"He is an interesting businessman."
Ning Huayong curled his lips and smiled. The extremely soft and intoxicating voice slowly slipped through.
"The leader of a German family. They established the financial and banking system throughout Europe and opened banks in all famous cities around the world."
The autumn wind brought up his soft black hair, and his elegant body was leaning forward, with a certain strong aura that was ready to go. He held his breath and opened his eyes, letting his wife lazily play with his hair.
"Wan Xiang, the most interesting business in this world is lending money to the national government."
“In peace or war, money is always the most important thing. Soldiers don't fight for so-called beliefs or loyalties, they fight for the one ── who pays for them. So, if you control finance, you can control the world.”
The wind was very refreshing, bringing the moisture from the Yellow River. Soft hair scattered on Ning Huayong's fair cheeks, giving rise to a soft but arrogant style. He put his hand to Bianxiang's ear, and softly pronounced the name of that person.
"He is Guy Rothschild."
The Rothschild family controls the financial direction of the entire Europe.
Wan Xiang looked down at her husband, feeling that he seemed to be more mysterious and powerful than she realized. He had extraordinary power in Shanghai, but it might just be the tip of the cold iceberg... Ning Huayong also hides a greater power and secrets.
Wan Xiang held his head and asked eagerly.
"What about China? The situation between Japan and China is so tense. Is there any way to avoid this war?"
“There is no way.”
Wan Xiang's heart tightened when she heard his cold voice.
“The war can not be avoided, but China will be fine.”
“China is a very tough nation, no matter how big the war is, there is nothing that can be done to it.”
However, China is no longer safe.
"A war will break out soon."
Ning Huayong murmured, closing his long eyelashes.
“It's not a good sign that the Japanese Kwantung Army is gathering in Northeast China.”
Wan Xiang was startled.
"Northeast! There are many national troops in the northeast─"
He sighed slowly.
“No, although there are hundreds of thousands of Zhang Xueliang's men in the Northeast, he will definitely not resist.”
“Zhang Xueliang's direct troops were all in Guannai, facing off against Shi Yousan, whose forces had long been divided. This man has always been a good judge of the battlefield's strengths and weaknesses. He will certainly retreat.”
The war is raging, the mountains and rivers are shattered and the wind is blowing.
"It's okay, Xiang-er, I will protect you."
His long white fingers caressed his wife's beautiful jade face and murmured softly.
"I will protect you."
Watching him close his eyes and take a nap,, Wan Xiang held his long hair in one hand and flipped through the desk casually with the other.
There were large and small documents scattered on the desk, in various fonts and languages. Wan Xiang opened her eyes wide in surprise. One of the documents was even beautifully signed in Latin. He couldn't help but whisper to herself.
“Wow, Huayong is really amazing, not only is he good at doing business, but he also understands many languages, and he even knows how to write in Latin."
The beautiful long eyelashes slowly opened, and Huayong couldn't help but raise his head slightly in the crook of her neck, smiling like a spring river. The long eyelashes swept the skin of her neck, and a soft fragrance blew on his wife's cheeks.
"I seem to be...better in other ways, right?"
The ambiguous and soft intoxicating tone made Wan Xiang blush as soon as she heard it. How could she not hear the profound meaning he was implying, and turned her head away in shame and annoyance.
"I hate it, I— I don't know what it is!"
"You didn't know?"
He raised his eyebrows in feigned surprise, smiling broadly.
His black hair falls down from behind his ears smoothly as he smiled playfully.
“I thought as my wife, you know it best."
"I don't know, I don't know!"
Wan Xiang exclaimed in surprise, under her skirt, she suddenly felt cold and long fingers, jumping out of her thin underwear and drilling in, and she almost jumped up as if she had been electrocuted!
"Well, that's my neglection of duty as a husband. Now I'll let you figure it out slowly."
Ning Huayong remove his hands under her skirt, and slowly tore the slits on the side of her cheongsam all the way to her thighs while his wife screamed!
"Ning, Hua, Yong!"
His wife panicked and yelled out three words that are only called out when she is angry.
“The cheongsam is slim and looks good on you. But the slit on the side should be opened like this to have a flavor. The way you wear it, it's not Chinese or Western, and it's just a waste of your beauty.”
“I don't want to go out like this—”
Wan Xiang covered her legs from side to side, but she couldn't stop the graceful man that walked leisurely between her legs.
“That's natural, you can only wear it at home. On the street? Don't even think about it.”
Ning Huayong's faintly curved smile was like a moonlit flower spreading and turning upside down for a moment.
He turned his graceful chin sideways and lightly kissed Wan Xiang's trembling eyelids with his red lips. He was born with a charming appearance, and when he became gentle like this, even the air was filled with charm.
The jade doll's eyes were filled with water, and she looked at him in amazement. Even after sharing the same bed for so long, she still couldn't get used to his appearance.
"Uh-huh──"
Wan Xiang tilted her head, her fair skin was like jade crystal in the sunlight, with a kind of fragility that would be shattered at the slightest touch.
A red maple floated in from the window, carrying the warmth of autumn, and fell on Ning Huayong's hand. He lowered his eyes slightly and stroked the gorgeous red veins.
An inexplicable, indescribable feeling of anxiety suddenly emerged.
His beautiful eyes were slightly focused, but he no longer had the slightest interest in teasing. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes, and directly released his thick c*ck, grabbed Wan Xiang's waist and rushed in!
"Ah! Huayong! Ahh—"
The excessive force made Wan Xiang scream and blink with tears in her big eyes, but before she could get angry, she was almost violently pushed and her soul was snatched away.
Ning Huayong didn't control his strength at all. He tore open the buckle of the lapels, vigorously kneaded and held her big breasts, and vigorously thrust between her wide open legs, wildly entering and leaving. The small tender hole could not bear his strength and quickly gushed out warm flower fluid.
Her delicate buttocks swayed unbearably, and Wan Xiang was fiercely being pounded that she could hardly breathe. She pinched his hands that is actively squeezing her breasts.
"Oh... Huayong...please be gentle... I can't stand it..."
"Bear with it!"
He relentlessly refused, he continue to thrust wildly. His silky hair scattered wildly on Wan Xiang's naked and shaking skin, he gasped slightly out of control, and kept pushing forward, as if he want to eat her up!
"Uuuu, ah... ah..."
He hugged her trembling body tightly to him, and sat on the large leather chair behind the desk.
"Uhh...Huayong..."
For some reason, he suddenly felt abnormally upset. Although she couldn't see it on the outside, she knew that he was extremely anxious at this moment.
"Huayong, ah! Ah! Be gentle..."
It seemed that something extremely important was about to be lost, which made him tighten his arms almost cruelly, tightly confining Wan Xiang in his arms, and holding her tightly.
Wan Xiang spread her and straddled him, her hands softly resting on Huayong's shoulders, and the delicate red breasts were sucked and licked by his beautiful red lips. Ning Huayong's long fingers tightly grasped her plump buttocks and continue to thrust upwards wildly.
Wan Xiang's eyebrows were deeply knitted, she was panting, and her soft eyelashes were stained with tears. She was powerless to resist, and she let him control her softly. Her tender part was forced in and out and made it gushed with smooth liquid.
"Oh...oh...uh huh..."
Fierce passion like fire swept through the room like wildfire. The trembling jade doll in disheveled clothes straddled the man's waist, moaning intermittently as she withstood the violent impact of the thick length under her body, reaching the bottom of her hole. The two people's lower bodies were tightly twisted and rubbed, and their fluids mixed together, making an obscene mess.
Such a violent passion even made Ning Huayong tremble slightly with pleasure. His lust was out of control, and he raised his head and gasped. A handful of satin-like black hair was scattered behind the violently shaking leather chair, and swayed with the passionate movements of the two, creating a stunning flow of light.
"Huayong..."
Long fingers held down Wan Xiang's head, forcing her to lower her neck while whimpering. She opened her wet mouth to gently kiss the graceful curve of his Adam's apple. The soft and wet touch pressed softly against the skin, so real, but he felt so empty and almost made him crazy.
Why? Wan Xiang was in his arms, but he was so uneasy and anxious.
The tall and graceful body suddenly stood upright. He pressed the jade doll in his arms to the desk, pinned the thin wrists, and violently thrust the thick length into her body like a sadistic attack!
"Huayong... Huayong, What's wrong with you? Huayong..."
Wan Xiang cried out, her legs were pressed on her chest, her tightly twitching and trembling hole was abused by his thick c*ck and waves of intense pleasure came over her. She cried and climaxed, her p*ssy sucking hard, almost suffocating him.
"Ah... Huayong... No more... wuwu..."
The indescribable pleasure caused him to savagely hit the red and tender flower hole more. He grabbed Wan Xiang's trembling ankles hard that it left red handprints. A thin layer of sweat appeares on his white eyelids, which was as cold as sea salt. Shining, charming and sharp.
"Wang Xiang... Xiang-er..."
He turned his head to her face, gritted his teeth and struck hard, calling her name.
"Uhhh..."
The desk could not withstand his violent strength and made a sound that was about to shake apart as he thrust harder. The air was hot and suffocating, and the sound of flesh clashing mixed with moans and sobs resounded throughout the room.
Overwhelming pleasure made her cry loudly, her little hands grasping his strong arms that clamped her ankles, and her nails dug deeply into his skin.
Despite her struggle, Ning Huayong's lower body moved wildly, thrusting violently until she almost fainted. He possessed her and wildly kissed her lips, biting her lips with force, revealing a hint of bloody wound.
He kissed away her tears, their foreheads touching each other, feeling indescribable love and fascination.
"Ah...I can't do it anymore...Huayong, I can't stand it anymore..."
The muscles in his shoulders and back gradually tightened. Ning Huayong's desire was fierce and violent, and he thrust with extremely powerful force. Wan Xiang had almost pass out while trembling and murmuring from the successive climaxes, and her legs were weak on his arms.
His attack became more crazy and heavier. He frowned and lowered his head. He held his wife's face and kissed her lips lightly. The bright flames burned fiercely, and the violent orgasm captured him. He gritted his teeth and thrust rapidly, violently poking Wan Xiang's delicate pussy that is extremely clenching and sucking him. His c*ck swelled bigger and as he reached her deepest past, he finally cummed hard inside her.
After releasing his load, he was still slowly thrusting back and forth until he finally calmed down.
Ning Huayong lowered his eyes and propped his arms on desk. After venting his anger, his body was numb with dazzling feelings, and he was heaving and panting slightly. He lowered his head and concentrated, his beautiful eyes like spring water mist with a strange coldness, staring intently at Wan Xiang's sleepy little face, never getting tired of it.
"Xiang'er, please don't go out today, okay? I have something to tell you."
After lunch, Wan Xiang picked up her handbag and was about to go out when she was grabbed by the wrist. She saw her husband's cold and beautiful eyes were downcast and depressed.
"What's going on?"
"I'm ready to leave Shanghai." He said coldly.
Wan Xiang opened her eyes wide.
“Although Shanghai is profitable, but the current situation is not safe for women, I am going to transfer the Ning family and your Beijing royal family out of the country, probably pack up, we have to leave soon, and won't come back until the war is over.”
Wan Xiang thought for a while, nodded, and smiled at Ning Huayong.
"Okay! But today I made an appointment with Deng'er to buy grandfather's birthday gift, it will take about an hour to get it done. Huayong, wait for me, I'll come back once I've picked it, okay?”
Just as Ning Huayong was about to open his mouth, he was sealed with a sweet kiss. Wan Xiang smiled and tapped his beautiful red lips.
"It'll be quick! You go take a nap and rest for a while, when you open your eyes, I'll be here. I'll get you a gift too."
She smiled, like a butterfly in the clear sky, so lively and cute.
Ning Huayong couldn't help but smile along with her, slightly loosening his fingers and letting go of that soft, white hand.
That day, Wan Xiang, who promised to go home soon, never came back.
Wan Deng and Wan Xiang were in a crowded busy shopping mall. Wan Deng was picking jade, and Wan Xiang was picking inkstones. They were far apart, and Wan Xiang happened to be facing a secluded goods shop.
"Mrs. Ning, we have an excellent inkstone here. Look, here it is."
The clerk showed a meaningful smile, and Wan Xiang looked up. Sure enough, there was a piece of ancient and simple treasure ink in the shop. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She couldn't help but go in and pick it up to look at it carefully.
"It's quiet nice, how much is the price?"
She stroked the inkstone in surprise and turned to look behind her. What greeted her was a thick piece of gauze soaked in ether.
"Get up."
The cold male voice rose slightly, and Wan Xiang slowly woke up from the dull pain. When opened her eyes, she found that she was surrounded by a completely airtight room.
The room seemed unstable, shaking slightly.
"Where am I?"
She opened her eyes in confusion and was greeted by a handsome officer with long brown hair and green eyes, as cold as ice.
His head was bowed and his eyes were downcast, no smile on his lips, his uniform was straight, and he wore snow-white gloves on his hands, as if they were pieces of ice that could move.
This man is wearing a Japanese military uniform!
Wan Xiang sobered up as if she had been poured a bucket of ice water over her head, and with a jolt, she rolled out of bed and sat up!
The stinging autumn chill hit her skin, and Wan Xiang's eyes shrank in fear──She was not wearing any clothes!
Taking a breath of air, Wan Xiang slowly raised her head stiffly, looking at the cold and handsome man whose eyes were frozen, and shrank back, trying to find a piece of cloth to cover her body.
"No need to waste your efforts, Mrs. Ning."
General Onizuka's pale red lips curled up without any warmth, as he stepped closer with an amazing sense of oppression.
"You are on my private ship, and the sea is right outside. Let alone escaping, you can't even run away. I can’t even get out of the door.”
"W-what do you want to do?"
Wan Xiang watched in horror as his eyes lingered on her body. She felt that the blood in her body was frozen and she could not move under his snake-like gaze.
"That's a really stupid question."
The man smiled, picked up an exquisite Japanese tea cup from the ordinary low table, brought it to his lips and sipped.
Wan Xiang's eyes grew colder, and she stretched out her trembling hand to hold the porcelain cup on the table next to her.
"Come here and take off my belt."
General Onizuka sat on the big chair opposite her, resting his forehead with one hand and giving arrogant and cold orders.
Wan Xiang looked at him coldly, and veins appeared on the back of her thin white hands.
He raised his long eyelashes and looked at her, his green eyes as cold as frozen emeralds.
"If you don't come over, I can come over. Although I'm not interested in raping women, I might as well give it a try."
His beauty had a fierce and sharp aura, but it could not attract Wan Xiang. She curled up in the corner like a figure carved from wood. If it weren't for the sound of frightened and heavy breathing, he would have thought she was a lifelike doll.
After slowly drinking a cup of tea, he saw that she had no intention of coming over. He smiled coldly, stood up and took off his belt, wrapping it around his white fingers.
"Don't..."
Wan Xiang swallowed weakly, raised her head and looked at the tall figure getting closer and closer with trembling eyes.
"It's ridiculous."
He sneered and shook his head, and kept walking.
"Aren't you very sharp-tongued? Why do you feel like a cat caught your tongue now? You are just saying meaningless words."
Long cold fingers grabbed Wan Xiang's wrist, pulled her up and threw her into the bed. He didn't intend to take off his clothes, he just unbuttoned his pants and opened Wan Xiang's legs.
"Do not touch me!"
The angry shout came, and the small and delicate body stopped shivering, replaced by an almost cold calmness.
The general raised his eyebrows in amusement.
"I don't like to play the game of welcome or rejection. If you are more obedient, you will suffer less."
After saying that, the tall body pressed forward and forced Wan Xiang's body into a corner with no way out.
The red and huge c*ck came straight towards her, and a touch of lust appeared in the man's cold green eyes. Wan Xiang was pressed by his heavy body and couldn't move, and her delicate center faced his thick male desire.
Absolutely not!
He must not be allowed to...
She couldn't avoid it, trembling all over. The man sneered and grabbed her jaw. Just as he was about to thrust in her, he heard a cracking sound!
Her soft white hands trembled violently, and she smashed the porcelain cup in her hands to the ground!
Wan Xiang trembled and grabbed a sharp fragment and raised her hand.
The general was about to sneer.
“Do you think this kind of thing can kill me?”
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly stared blankly at the jade doll in front of him.
Wan Xiang raised the broken sharp piece and pointed it at her own face.
"What are you doing?"
General Onizuka's face darkened and he looked at her coldly.
"Not interested in rape?"
Wan Xiang said with a desperate sneer.
"Then are you interested in disfigured women?"
With a flash of cold light, the shard cut into her pretty face without mercy!
"Bastard!"
He lost all interest and opened her hand. Wan Xiang was hit by him and hit the wall. There was a trace of blood on her temple, but she was holding the cold porcelain piece in her hand and refused to let go.
Wan Xiang propped up her elbows, touched the blood around her mouth and sneered softly.
"Disfigurement, cutting wrists, biting tongue... I have several ways to die, I can try them all."
What a fierce woman!
The green eyes slowly narrowed in interest.
It is not violent on the surface, but a kind of unyieldingness that is like a clear pond, from soft to strong, which is very novel.
General Onizuka's desire for training was fully aroused, and he curled his lips.
"Okay, very good! I won't touch you today."
He turned around and suddenly opened the cabin door. The adjutant guarding the door was startled.
"Come here! Keep an eye on her, starve her for a few days, and don't give her anything but water! Is there any medicine that can make a woman go into heat? Feed it to her!"
He wanted to see how long this woman could persist when hunger and desire were mixed.
A few days later, when General Onizuka had almost forgotten about the incident, Genjiro came and reported in panic that the woman was dying.
With a twitch of his eyebrows, the general waved away a room full of subordinates and quickly walked towards the cabin where the Chinese doll was imprisoned. As soon as he opened the door, his eyes were frozen by the blood on the floor.
The rise and fall of Wan Xiang's chest was almost imperceptible. Although the jade-white face had a blush inspired by the aphrodisiac, it was cold and silent.
Her arms and legs were covered with bloody cuts made by her own sharp objects, and the blood flowed all over the place, sticky and slow, as if it were blood-red flames, lining her scarred but holy and white body, bathed in fire.
Once the wound solidified, she made another incision. Her blood flowed continuously, determined not to give in to the dirty aphrodisiac. Hunger made her weak, but she still held up the porcelain piece weakly and stubbornly.
The sharp angle of the porcelain piece touched the skin of the arm, but it slid down weakly. The soft and boneless little hand dropped low, and she didn't even have the strength to hurt herself anymore.
"This...this..."
The bloody and horrific sight left Genjiro speechless, and Onizuka narrowed his eyes coldly.
"Someone, give her an injection of saline and glucose."
The cold male voice spoke slowly, and his long fingers slowly clenched at his side.
"Rescue her and bring her back to Japan!"
"Sir! This person is Ning Huayong's wife. I'm afraid if she will be brought back to Japan──"
The general's cold green eyes glanced over, and Genjiro shut up in silence.
"Her identity is completely sealed, and all the people who did this in the first place will be silenced."
The general lowered his eyes coldly, and his sinister eyes swept over Genjiro.
"The emperor is preparing to mobilize troops and summons me to return to Japan immediately to pay homage to His Majesty Kamakura. Keep your mouth shut about this woman."
After saying that, he turned around and looked at the silent jade doll in the pool of blood.
Her breath was cold, and she had almost lost consciousness, but there was a clean brightness in the blood. She had snow-colored skin, long black hair, and she bit her lips tightly. There is a kind of gentleness in the soft and stubborn eyes. That kind of spiritual energy is suppressed under the white jade skin, and it occasionally comes out, which can make people intoxicated.
An indescribable feeling made him squint his eyes and stare at her, almost forgetting that there was anyone around him.
This woman looks very different from that night. How many faces does she have?
That night, he was very interested in her clever and eloquent appearance. He originally planned to get it and play with it for one night, but he didn't expect that she would suddenly change into such a soft and gentle woman, which made him almost a little agitated. Fascinated.
Without thinking, he decided to take her back to Japan, to his seaside mansion in Kanagawa.
The water swayed, and the huge ship swayed in the deep blue, sailing towards Japan under the stars.
Wan Xiang was imprisoned in a narrow and cramped cabin. The man sometimes came to see her. She lay alone on the dark bed, and the clear ticking of the bottle came quietly in the room.
She lay silently, her bright beautiful eyes under her long eyelashes slowly turning cold and turning into stagnant water like the ashes of fireworks.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the huge crowd accompanied the vibration of the ship anchoring. The hatch in front of Wan Xiang opened, letting in the salty smell of the sea breeze.
She slowly opened her eyes, and her thin arms were dragged out of the cabin. The long-lost sunlight stung Wan Xiang's eyes.
Sakura-colored yukatas, laughing crowds, and dazzling kimonos.
A strange country.
Her hands were clasped and she was dragged behind General Onizuka into a Japanese-style mansion planted with green bamboo.
A completely unfamiliar place.
There is no place for Ning Huayong.
Meanwhile, somewhere far away, Shanghai has been turned upside down.
The day Wan Xiang disappeared, Ning Hua Yong went completely crazy..
"My wife disappeared in Yongfeng Commercial Building. Several months have passed and there is still no news!"
"The young master has demolished Yongfeng Commercial Building, but there is not even a single clue..."
"The young master hasn't eaten or slept for several days. He searched all over Shanghai, but there was no sign of anyone at all!"
"I think this matter is hopeless..."
In the bungalows in Shanghai, cautious whispers could be heard. Everyone cautiously looked up at the study room on the third floor. Things inside were smashed to pieces, and traces of rage were everywhere.
Wan Deng, who came to visit, felt nervous. She quickly rushed up to the third floor and opened the door.
Ning Huayong was so exhausted that he fell asleep with his forehead against the cold table, his brows furrowed, his long hair disheveled, shining coldly on his shoulders and back.
The room was as messy as if it had been blown by a storm. Only the red coral hairpin in the brocade box on the sandalwood table lay peacefully. Ning Huayong's slender fingers as white as jade were tightly grasping the box, leaving a broken shadow all over the place.
"Brother-in-law..."
Wan Deng screamed in distress, and couldn't help but reach out to touch his soft long hair. Before she touched it, Ning Huayong had already woken up and looked at her coldly with his pale eyes.
"Brother-in-law, I'm so worried about you..."
He sneered.
"Worried about me? Aren't you worried about your sister?"
"I—-Of course I'm worried."
Wan Deng's heart sank, and she hesitated while twisting her hands.
Huayong sent so many people all over Shanghai to search for people, but there was no trace of her sister. Could it be related to that Onizuka?
She had been tossing and turning over the past few days, thinking about everything, and could not find peace, but she did not dare to speak to Ning Huayong.
If the cause and effect were revealed, Huayong would definitely hate her to death. She was just jealous for a moment, and had no malicious intention to kill her sister!
If she say it out loud... No, she can't!
She was frantic in her heart and twisted her clothes in panic. She must not say it! If she told him, He will hate her to death!
Ning Huayong was too lazy to look at her dawdling. The worry and anxiety for days had almost driven him crazy. He couldn't sleep at all, filtering all the possibilities in his mind over and over again.
Someone seeking revenge? Impossible.
He is meticulous in everything he does, handles affairs extremely neatly and cleanly, and pays attention to a win-win situation. While making profits, he never lets his opponents suffer losses. Therefore, he does not have any visible enemies in Shanghai, and no one dares to do so no matter how brave he is. Attack the person who picked him.
So who is it? Who is it?!
"Brother-in-law, your body won't be able to endure this..."
Wan Deng looked at his thin cheeks and shadows under his eyes with distress, tears welling up in her eyes. She took out a small warm box from her handbag.
"Brother-in-law, I made some porridge for you. Come and drink it before so you can have the strength to go. I’m thinking about my sister──”
Before he finished speaking, Ning Huayong, who was holding his forehead, suddenly raised his hand and waved away the small porcelain box, smashing it to the ground.
The alluring aroma of chicken soup came, and the wolfberry, longan and black bones rolled down on the ground, emitting white steam.
Wan Deng lowering her head, looking at the mess on the ground and the white smoke curling up in all directions, her heart seemed to be torn into a traceless mist.
Huayong looked coldly at Wan Deng, who was standing in front of the desk.
"Let me ask you, have you done anything recently and provoked anyone? Did someone mistake Wan Xiang as you to seek revenge?"
Guilt and anger came over her body──It turned out that in his heart, everything was good only for Wan Xiang? Is it someone else’s responsibility if something goes wrong? Who knows how Wan Xiang disappeared? She only had a few minutes of entanglement with General Onizuka, and there was only a small chance that Wan Xiang's disappearance was because of that man!
"Brother-in-law, why do you think so?!"
She yelled in grievance, tears bursting from her eyes.
"Because Wan Xiang loves her family, she seldom goes out and never causes trouble, but I can't say that with you!"
His tone was cold, making Wan Deng feel guilty.
"I...I didn't..."
"It better be, but if it's because of you─"
His cold, gorgeous eyes swept across her trembling body like snakes, and he closed his mouth. The sinister meaning in his unfinished words almost made her unable to hold on. Her legs went weak and she almost fainted.
"Brother-in-law..."
"The situation is critical now. You should go back to Beijing immediately. Take your grandfather and mother to the United States!"
Ning Huayong didn't want to see her, biting his red lips with his teeth, almost feeling a sense of despair and driving him crazy.
"I'm not going to the United States! I want to stay with you─" she cried.
The handsome but indifferent man was like a piece of thousand-year-old ice, slamming the door in front of her.
There were many maids in General Onizuka's mansion. When he came home, he saw a beautiful girl with a smile on her face from under the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard.
Dressed in a beautiful kimono, she was as delicate as a cherry blossom, and when she saw the general, she acted like his wife, taking his coat and groceries, and handing him Japanese tea and plum wine.
"Onizuka-sama, although there are many women, she is the only one who is accepted as your 'Hime'."
(*Hime = Japanese word for princess")
A female voice whispered with deep jealousy.
“Hmph, it sounds good to call her the most favored Aoba-hime, but in fact it is only because she is His Excellency's distant cousin that she is especially favored!"
Wan Xiang was put into a kimono and thrown into a pile of women. They talked to each other in Japanese and ignored her. When they heard that the general was going to summon Aoba-hime in the evening, the women couldn't help but look jealous.
Many days passed.
Another night, Aoba-hime changed into her cherry blossom yukata, carefully combed her peach blossom bun, put on her makeup, and knelt down in the room, waiting for General Onizuka but when he didn't come, she turned a corner and went to the room of the Chinese woman who had just arrived.
The room in Wan Xiang was bustling with activity.
The small body was torn apart by several hands, the paint plate was shattered on the ground, and food and water were scattered everywhere.
Some people pulled her hair, some pried off her mouth, and tried to pour water and food into Luan Xiang's closed mouth.
This commotion alerted General Onizuka. He pushed open the door with a sullen face, forcing the people who were beating the Chinese woman to see him. They all stopped in panic, spread out and sat down on their knees with their hands down, kneeling aside to make way for him.
General Onizuka looked at the mess on the ground, his green eyes flashing coldly with a hint of chill.
This bickering happened almost every day, and he was almost impatient.
On that autumn night in Shanghai, he was intrigued by this woman's cleverness and cunning mouth. Who would have expected that after being kidnapped, she would become such a non-violent and non-cooperative person.
Wan Xiang doesn't eat, drink or talk. She bites anyone who touches her, leaving her helpless.
He pestered her every day. At first, he was full of interest, but later he became more and more impatient.
He strode forward, forcefully opened Wan Xiang's jaw with one hand, and forcefully drank a few life-sustaining pills. As soon as he relaxed, Wan Xiang bit down hard, biting his finger to draw blood!
"You bastard!"
The man's beautiful eyes were cold, and he slapped her away mercilessly. Wan Xiang's body flew out and fell heavily on the tatami, with red and swollen cheeks.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Wan Xiang fell dizzy. She barely pushed herself up and huddled in the corner, hugging her knees. Her black hair was like silk curtain, closing silently, refusing to have any form of communication with him.
She seemed to have sealed her soul, like a living doll without a heart.
There is simply...nothing that can be done to her.
General Onizuka could hardly hold back the frustrated anger that was boiling inside his body. She was beaten, scolded yet the woman still refuse to beg for mercy.
She didn't speak and refused to say a word to him.
He was extremely irritated. He knelt on the ground with a bowl of seafood porridge and held Wan Xiang's shoulders. He whispered almost pleadingly.
"What do you want me to do for you to talk, huh?"
The jade doll lowered its head as if dead, with no expression at all, and a stream of autumn water under the black eyelashes, without ripples.
"Can you please talk to me? My Chinese is very good. Come on, answer me in Chinese!"
The only response he received was boundless indifference and silence.
The general suddenly stood up straight, his tall body frightening the maids into scattering in panic.
"Bring me the whip!"
He turned around and shouted coldly, his fingers clenched with veins.
The maids in kimonos panicked.
"Onizuka-sama──"
"Bring it here!"
"Yes, Onizuka-sama."
Holding the whip in his hand, it was covered with thin blue-black snake scales. General Onizuka raised his graceful chin, raised his arms, and whipped her hard without mercy!
The white jade skin was stained with blood, and she faced the whip shadow like a strong wind and rain. Although the clothes on her body were in tatters and the skin was torn, she gritted her teeth tightly and did not moan at all.
"Speak, speak, I'll let you speak!"
“Say something and I'll stop. Say something!”
“Onizuka-sama, stop, you're going to kill her—”
"Get out!"
He was panting slightly, his green eyes filled with scowl.
"Such a scumbag slave, if you don't teach her a lesson, she won't know whose property she belongs to!"
The whip fell on her back, causing burning pain one after another. Wan Xiang closed her eyes and let life gradually pass by, but she still refused to make a sound.
General Onitsuka's voice was as cold as hell, his green eyes were furious.
"Drag her down—" As soon as he said the words, his throat seemed to be choked with the words "beat to death".
There is no way to tell it anyway. After a moment, he said in a deep voice.
"Drag her down and apply the medicine."
The moon in Japan is so delicate, and the yard is thickly filled with water vapor that smells like green bamboo.
In the huge Japanese-style room, panting and gasping stopped.
"Brother General—"
Aoba-hime got up from the messy kimono scattered on the floor, and was about to help Onizuka change when she saw him push her away with an expressionless face.
"Get out!"
Aoba-hime swallowed her words, put on her coat meekly, opened the door, knelt down and walked out.
The general pushed his long, steamy brown hair to one side, picked up a delicate tea cup in disgust, and put it back down as soon as it reached his lips.
The tall body stood up quickly, opened the door and strode towards Wan Xiang's room.
The light is so gentle and dazzling. There is a snow-white quilt on the tatami. A jade doll curls up and sleeps on the quilt. Her hair is black and her clothes are plain.
The cold wind was blowing outside the window, and the cherry blossoms were blooming and falling into snow. She was so silent, as if she had melted into mountain snow.
He held his breath and slowly knelt down next to her. His long brown hair looked like a piece of silky satin under the lamp, reflecting his gleaming turquoise eyes.
Wan Xiang's snow-white skin was covered with purple whip marks and had been smeared with medicine. The petals rolled down her shoulders, so light that they were weightless.
There was an inexplicable heavy weight pressing down on the bottom of his heart. Onizuka felt as if his heart was being grasped by something, making him almost suffocate in front of her.
White fingers stretched out and slowly, even cautiously, gently touched her cold black hair.
Wan Xiang seemed to be unaware of it, sleeping deeply, with the smell of bamboo leaves and snow on her body, so gentle.
Looking at her like this, she became more tender and beautiful, and a crease was pressed on her cheek. He couldn't help but lower his body and touch her lips, trying to smooth out the mark.
"You're only good when you're asleep."
Inexplicably, he couldn't help but smile as he stretched his long legs and sat on the edge of her couch, watching until the lights went out and the sun came up.
Then, time flows slowly and gradually becomes warmer.