Do Not Cross the Red Line

After much persuasion, Wang Ye finally convinced Rosiana to go back.

Of course, to "make it up to her," Wang Ye not only personally accompanied Rosiana back to her apartment.

He even went upstairs to "have a cup of coffee." It just took a little long—about two hours—before he came back down and returned to the Little Eagle Hotel.

While Seryozha and the other security personnel waited downstairs for Wang Ye, each of them smoked nearly half a pack of cigarettes on average.

After getting into the car, Wang Ye leaned tiredly against the seatback, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and instructed, "Head back!"

Seryozha started the car, and the convoy slowly drove out of the apartment parking lot.

Up in the high-rise apartment building, the curtains of one room were drawn aside. Rosiana, wrapped in a robe, stood by the window and watched the convoy's taillights disappear into the distance, her gaze gentle as water...

Wang Ye had more or less guessed Shoigu's purpose in visiting tonight.

But rather than feeling secretly delighted, he felt a little tired, because he had come to realize something.

At their current positions, no matter how good the relationship between himself, Shoigu, Korokoli, Gebliev, Abramovich, and the others might be, all kinds of "impurities" would inevitably be mixed into it.

Put nicely, they were helping one another.

Put bluntly, they were merely using one another.

Of course, Wang Ye had never thought being used was a bad thing.

The reason he had worked so hard all along was to make himself valuable enough to be used in other people's eyes!

Only then would he not have to worry about being "purged" after his uncle Khovchenko entered politics and fell out with the Kremlin...

Likewise, while others were using him, wasn't he also