Chapter 497

"Um... we... we're not that close..."

When Milutin asked the question, the rabbit immediately stood up straight as if it had been stimulated, its legs taut as it stammered.

Her face under the mask instantly burned like a red-hot iron. She stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or do, just waving her little hand and denying her relationship with K.

"..."

Milutin stared at the young couple in front of her, her eyes twitching. What had she done wrong to encounter such oddballs?

They're all mercenaries, and elite mercenaries at that. Don't they even know the rule of "not disturbing their comrades who have just returned from a mission"?

"So, M, Rabbit and I were just talking about you..."

'Bang bang'

Two loud bangs rang out in the small, simple room. The heavily modified Glock, who was always by Milutin's side, pointed at K and Rabbit, with wisps of smoke drifting out of the dark gun barrels.

"Roll."

With bloodshot eyes, Milutin glared at the two people who were fooling around in front of her, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Even if they are her companions, if they dare to continue arguing with her here, she wouldn't mind sending them to their deaths with a few bullets.

"Sorry!"

K swallowed hard, his long robe soaked with cold sweat. He picked up the still-dazed rabbit and hurriedly left Milutin's room, closing the door behind him.

His heart pounded with excitement for a short time. It was that cold and ruthless gaze, that sharp and swift movement—he almost fell in love with the other person.

"Just like a high-ranking, decisive queen..."

K leaned against the door behind him, a happy smile on his face. He loved how cool the boss looked when she was being cool...

"That's enough, your saliva is practically dripping onto me, it's disgusting."

Rabbit rolled her eyes at the young man, a die-hard fan. She should be paying more attention to him, so why couldn't this idiot notice her feelings?

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"Lounge"

"Huh? When did I fall asleep?"

Suddenly awakened from her dream, Milutin quickly sat up and looked around.

Seeing Wu Liang sitting quietly on the opposite sofa reading a book, I was stunned for a moment. Huh? When did she fall asleep?

Chapter 11: QAQ

"Woke up?"

Wu Liang closed the book in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Milutin, who was standing in front of him with a blank expression. Perhaps not wanting to disturb him, he put the book down very quietly.

Seeing that she was still a little drowsy and hadn't woken up yet, Wu Liang picked up the black tea beside him and handed it to Milutin. This was the first time he had ever seen this woman sleep so soundly; it was truly rare.

"Thank you, young master, but how long have I been asleep?"

Still not quite back to her senses, Milutin touched her cheek and muttered to herself as she accepted the black tea Wu Liang offered. She tilted her head in confusion, giving Wu Liang a questioning look.

She was just joking and chatting with Ning Shuang a moment ago, how come she suddenly ran to the young master's sofa to sleep?

Three hours.

Wu Liang glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind him, then slowly raised his right hand and extended three fingers to Milutin.

He had to admit he really admired Milutin's sleeping ability; to be able to sleep so soundly after all that noise, she must have been a pig in her past life.

Earlier, Yao Qing and Nan Zhu were arguing loudly. Wasn't this woman a mercenary? Mercenaries are usually very tense, so why is she so carefree with this woman?

Or perhaps her long period of comfortable and easy life has made her more and more relaxed, and the vigilance she had during her mercenary days has been forgotten. Now she is just a little woman enjoying life.

"Huh? Three hours? How is that possible!?"

Milutin sat bolt upright on the sofa, screaming in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? I really slept for three hours? Why didn't I feel a thing?"

She had initially been somewhat skeptical of Wu Liang's words, but after seeing the time displayed on the wall clock, she slumped to the ground like a deflated balloon. Could it be...?

"My favorite movie was supposed to be at 2 AM... Young Master, it's fine if you didn't wake me up... but why isn't anyone else waking me up either...?"

Milutin tugged at the loose thread on the sofa, looking like a wronged little wife.

She had told Ning Shuang several times how much she was looking forward to this movie, so why didn't that girl wake her up when the time came?

"It was my fault for not letting Ning Shuang wake you up, and Yao Qing also borrowed them to help out."

Seeing Milutin's resentful expression, Wu Liang couldn't help but chuckle. This woman really could be so upset about not being able to see a movie.

At first, he didn't quite believe what Ning Shuang said, but now it seems that he was absolutely right. Milutin is just as funny as a child at times.

"Young Master, that's a movie I really want to see..."

Milutin puffed out her cheeks and muttered a complaint under her breath, her little hands constantly scratching the sofa. If she had a little more time, she probably would have worn the sofa bare.

Even if the young master wanted her to rest a little longer, it wouldn't work. She had been waiting for this movie for a very, very long time, and now she was missing the premiere—she absolutely couldn't accept that...

"What if I said that I would personally take you to the cinema to watch it again after we get back?"

Wu Liang sat down next to Milutin and took his coat off his shoulder. He hid some things from Milutin; he didn't tell Milutin about the sleep-talking she had done while she was asleep.

K, Rabbit, Milutin kept calling the names of these two people as she slept. He knew them; their names had appeared in her memory many times when Milutin recounted her past.

They might be friends from their mercenary days, or perhaps they had a close relationship; Milutin has mentioned several times how much he misses them.

"That won't work either. We've already missed the premiere. Even if we go to the cinema again, it won't feel the same... Young Master, what did you just say? Could you say it again?"

Before she could finish complaining, Milutin jumped to Wu Liang's side, looking at Wu Liang with stars in her eyes, unable to hide the joy in them.

Because of her low-cut T-shirt, she was lying on the sofa with her body bent over, and from Wu Liang's angle, he could clearly see through the neckline the two white mounds of her breasts that dazzled him.

I said, "I'll go to the movies with you when we get back."

Wu Liang stared at Milutin's milky white collar for a long time, then quickly looked away after realizing he was being a bit too infatuated.

Oh no, these are too big! They're practically two giant, swaying coconuts. Who could handle that?

"Yay! I get to go on a date with the young master!!!"

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Milutin swept away her previous resentment and immediately hugged Wu Liang's face, showering her with kisses.

Overjoyed, she hugged Wu Liang affectionately and nuzzled against him. Being able to have a date alone with the young master was one of her few wishes, and thinking about it, she felt like she had hit the jackpot.

In fact, she hadn't had any time alone with the young master for a long time, so how could she refuse when he made this request?

"Milutin, I can't breathe, let me go."

Wu Liang, held in Milutin's arms, felt like he was suffocating. The faint scent of perfume mixed with his natural body fragrance, and the oppressive feeling on his face made him sink into it and unable to extricate himself.

He knew that Milutin was exceptionally large for her size among the women, but this was a bit too much; it was a size that even he found difficult to control.

And this woman, why isn't she wearing a bra? Even foreign girls are more open-minded, but she doesn't have to be this open-minded. Does she have no sense of shame?

"Young Master, Milutin likes you the most."

Milutin gently cupped Wu Liang's cheeks and smiled softly. Her delicate, luscious red lips swiftly touched Wu Liang's lips.

A blush flashed across her rosy cheeks, her delicate appearance vanishing in an instant, before Milutin reverted to her usual carefree self.

"Alright! Young master! Let's go help too, otherwise it would be a bit unfair to just let everyone do the work."

Clutching Wu Liang's head under her arm, Milutin, now fully recovered, puffed out her proud chest and gave a sly smile.

This is the life she wants; being able to stay by the young master's side and chat and joke with her friends is the most fulfilling life.

If possible, she also wants K and the rabbit to enjoy a peaceful and ordinary normal life together.

That makes sense; she hadn't been in touch with her former friends for a long time and didn't know what kind of lives they were living now.

"Hmm, they shouldn't be bad off. They might even be doing better than me."

Milutin touched her nose and smiled slightly. After all, her subordinates were all very talented people. She would have to give them a proper greeting when she had the chance to meet them. Speaking of which, should she prepare some gifts or something?

Chapter Twelve: Wu Xingsheng's Past

"Sir, we still haven't found Ms. Ding. She may have escaped our control."

Inside the magnificent auditorium stood rows of men dressed in black, all in suits and sunglasses, their gleaming leather shoes casting shadows against the red velvet carpet.

The crew-cut man with a scar across his face clenched his fists nervously. His V-shaped back muscles were incredibly powerful, and the exaggerated muscles made his suit bulge out of place.

His chilling aura resembled that of a general returning victorious from a battlefield amidst the raging flames of war, yet this ruthless and powerful man was now as timid and hesitant as a Rat.

Cold sweat silently soaked his vest. He didn't dare to look up at the man in front of him, afraid that he would say the wrong thing, and even more afraid that the other man would blame him for it.

"Xing Sheng..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xinrou leaned close to her man, calling his name anxiously. Deep in her beautiful eyes was deep worry. She didn't know what the consequences would be if Ding Lin were let go.

But one thing is certain: this is definitely not a good thing. Ding Lin herself harbors deep resentment towards the Wu family. If they are allowed to slip away at this critical juncture, given their personality, it's hard to guarantee that they won't resort to desperate measures.

"So she got away after all."

Wu Xingsheng, who had been silent since the beginning, tapped the armrest lightly and muttered to himself. He looked up at his subordinates, his eyes showing no blame, but rather a hint of helplessness.

So many years have passed, but Ding Lin still can't let go of the hatred in her heart. In fact, her hatred for the Wu family is getting deeper and deeper and she can't extricate herself from it.

"My lord, this is all due to my poor performance. Please punish me."

The crew-cut man knelt down heavily on the ground, his head bowed low. His already uneasy mood worsened, as he knew how important Ms. Ding was to the master.

He knew that the master had entrusted him with this task because he trusted him, but he had failed the master's expectations. He had not been able to find Ms. Ding's whereabouts and deserved to be punished.

"I don't mean to punish you. In fact, I already guessed that she might have escaped before I sent you out."

"Ding Lin is not a weak woman. She is very smart and cunning. I sent you there only with a hopeful attitude. It is not your fault."

Wu Xingsheng waved his hand to signal the man not to blame himself. After all, Ding Lin was a woman who had been secretly fighting with him for so many years. How could she be easily caught?

"Xinrou, don't go out around lately. We don't know what that crazy woman Ding Lin might do. Just in case, you should stay here."

Reaching out, Wu Xingsheng gently squeezed Mu Xinrou, boneless hand. His eyes were cold, as cold as ice. Knowing Ding Lin as he did, he knew she wouldn't let him off easily.

As long as that woman is alive, as long as she has a breath left, she will take crazy revenge on him. After all, it was because of him that her family was destroyed and she died. He can understand Ding Lin's actions.

"Xing Sheng, is it possible for us to reconcile with Miss Ding? After all, what happened back then was indeed because of her grandfather..."

"Xinrou, no matter who was right or wrong back then, the fact that I am the culprit who caused the death of her family will never change."

Wu Xingsheng shook his head. It was pointless to dwell on who was right and who was wrong. Ding Lin's family had indeed done wrong and should be punished by law, but for Ding Lin herself, family was everything.

Now that her home is gone, she will naturally direct all her resentment and hatred toward him, the one who triggered the incident. If it weren't for his heartlessness back then, the Ding family wouldn't have been sentenced to death.

"But Miss Ding liked you so much back then, perhaps..."

"If it were you, could you reconcile with the enemy who caused your family's ruin?"

Wu Xingsheng chuckled self-deprecatingly. Even if his family had done wrong, how many people in this world could let go of the hatred for the extermination of their clan and reconcile with their enemies?

All he can do now is to control Ding Lin and prevent her from acting recklessly; he doesn't want to cause any more unnecessary sacrifices.

"What about Liang'er? What if Miss Ding targets Liang'er instead of us?"

Mu Xinrou, her delicate face filled with concern and worry for Wu Liang. If Ding Lin had laid a hand on Wu Liang...

"Ha, that kid is completely different now than before. I even suspect that he's become a different person inside."

"Given Wu Liang's current abilities, it's unrealistic for Ding Lin to want to hurt him. Besides, Yao Qing is also by Wu Liang's side. Ding Lin wouldn't be foolish enough to walk right into a trap."

Wu Xingsheng smiled, stood up, walked over to the crew-cut man, and helped him up from the ground. Ding Lin running away was within his expectations, but he couldn't just leave her like that.

He was going to meet with Ding Lin. After all, it was his mistake, and there was no need to leave it to his descendants to solve.

"Pack your things, we're getting ready to head back to Yanghai City."

He patted the crew-cut man on the shoulder with a heavy heart. It was time to put an end to everything. He didn't ask Ding Lin to forgive him; all he could do was try his best to make amends. If Ding Lin really wanted him dead...

Wu Xingsheng turned around and glanced at Mu Xinrou, who looked pitiful and reluctant. He thought to himself, "He really can't give up his life so easily."