morrow."The driver immediately turned the car around, drawing a graceful arc as he did so. The following cars in the convoy also turned and sped off towards Qingyun Mountain, keeping pace with the lea...Inside a Maybach in the shade of trees.

The man's thin frame leaned against the backseat, the car was dark save for the cold moonlight filtering through the windows, casting an eerie glow on him.

Listening to the report coming from the phone in his ear, he held a cigarette between his long, pale fingers and brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply. The white smoke swirled around him, blurring his stern face, which appeared and disappeared intermittently.

"Master Fu, Miss Mu Xing completely disappeared from public view in the past two years. We couldn't find any trace of her activities."

Until a year ago, she suddenly appeared in South Africa, spending a fortune to buy a brand new identity. After that, she established herself in the antique world using the new name Gu Yan and befriended Yang Shengyun, a prominent figure in the industry. She followed him into the business and is now at the top of her field, her career flourishing.

That man she was with tonight...

On the other car, Yunto was reporting halfway when he suddenly saw the gate of the villa open.

A slender figure glided out, a black silk robe enveloping her graceful form. In the flickering shadows of the night, she resembled a magnificent black rose.

Seeing her walk straight towards the Maybach under the shadow of a tree, Yuntuo hurriedly and excitedly reminded him, “Mr. Fu, Miss Mu Xing is out! She’s walking towards you!”

Fu Ling's lean shoulders tensed abruptly.

He couldn't help but rush here, it was an irresistible following.

But he didn't intend to meet her.

He quickly extinguished the cigarette butt with his fingers, the burning sensation on his fingertips seemingly unnoticed. He coldly ordered the driver, "Let's go!"

As soon as the car started, the window glass was suddenly tapped.

"Grandpa Fu."

The frigid voice, filtered through the car window glass, was faint yet enough to make the man's heart clench.

The person I long for is just outside the car door.

He really wanted to hug her again, feel her warmth and heartbeat, to confirm that she was truly still alive.

Many considerations kept him from reaching out to her.

Fu Lingxiao clenched his hand, his slightly trembling hand reached for the car door lock button. He hesitated for a moment, then touched the car window button and pressed it lightly.

With the car window open a third of the way, he leaned against the seat, facing forward motionless. Only his thin lips twitched coldly, "What's up"

He tried desperately to remain calm, but the tension in his features betrayed him.

Mu Xing stood outside the car door, looking at the man with a cold face, "Am I not your treasure, Mr. Fu Are you willing to let your treasure stand outside in pajamas"

His treasure.

Fu Lingxiao's heart trembled, wishing he could immediately go down and hug her into the car, hold her in his arms and tell her, yes, she was his treasure.

Lost and found again, done over and over.

He could only grit his teeth and force out a sentence from his throat: "Don't block my way."

The driver in front had finally reached his limit.

Mr. had been suffering from the pain of Miss Xing's death for three years, and now that Miss Xing had returned safe and sound, standing right in front of him, why did he ignore her

The driver didn't understand, but he knew that the gentleman really wanted to see Miss Mu Xing. Taking the risk of angering the gentleman and being fired, he turned off the car and unlocked the door.

But he dared not get out of the car and ask Mu Xing to get in. This was already beyond the limit of his defiance against his master.

Mu Xing heard the sound of the car door unlocking. She didn't get in the car nor did she leave, she just stood there, staring at the man's increasingly tense jawline, a playful smile blooming in her beautiful eyes.

After a few minutes, Fu Lingxiao still lost.

In her presence, he could never remain composed, never refuse.

He pressed the buttons, opening all the car windows.

After the smell of smoke in the car dissipated a little, he coldly said, "Get in."

The driver was very perceptive. Hearing this, he immediately got out of the car and respectfully opened the door for Mu Xing.

It's really hard to get on Fu Ye's car.

Mu Xing sat into the car, letting out a soft sigh as she looked at the man.

His handsome face was cold and solemn, sitting upright with an air of aloofness. She leaned slightly towards him, hooking his tie with her fingers and twirling it idly between them.

A pair of bright, watery eyes sparkled with a smile, "In public you call me darling, but when it's just the two of us, Mr. Fu suddenly becomes so reserved"

The man's lips were tightly pressed together, his face pale and cold.

Mù Xīngjiàn saw that he remained unmoved, tugged at his tie, and pulled him over.

Black is inherently a serious color, but in the slender and graceful fingers of a woman, it gains a touch of ambiguity with each delicate wrinkle.

Due to the tug, the distance between them suddenly closed.

Her lips teased, brushing against his jawline, her breath hot on his skin, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach.

The familiar scent of the girl lingered in his nose, Fu Lingxiao's heart trembled uncontrollably, his weak breath becoming heavy and uncontrollable.

A faint smile played on Mu Xing's lips, as she softly said, "Master Fu, I've sent myself into the tiger's mouth. Won't you do something to me"

With a light and lazy upward inflection, the voice was clearly cold, yet it had a seductive allure when spoken.

My heartstrings were plucked and scattered.

All of Fu Lingxiao's restraint crumbled silently. He clenched his fingers, then tentatively raised them, only to hastily retract them in alarm.

He said coldly, "You may leave now."

Mu Xing took in all of his reactions, a sneer playing on her lips. "Seems like when Mr. Fu isn't ill, he still remembers he's a married man."

I have no interest in married men, so please keep your distance from me, Master Fu. Whether I fall ill or go mad, I don't want you to come bothering me again. It would be best if you never appeared before me again.

Then, she untied his tie and got out of the car.

Just as she took a step forward, her slender arm was suddenly grasped by a large hand. Immediately after, she was pulled with a tremendous force, stumbling into a cool embrace.

She moved slightly, and the man immediately countered her by clamping his hands over hers, pinning her in his arms, giving her no room to struggle at all.

"Fu Lingxiao!"

Mu Xing's heart turned cold. Just as she called out his name, the man's kiss fell upon her.

Like a dream, strong and fierce.

A faint scent of sandalwood and smoke lingered on the man, blending into a strange yet unique and captivating allure, irresistible and intoxicating.

From struggling, to accepting, to conforming.

Finally melted into that sudden, fierce kiss like a raging storm.

Mú Xīng felt like she was going crazy...

After an unknown amount of time, the man's kiss finally softened and withdrew from her mouth, lingering on her lips like a gentle rain shower and breeze, before finally letting go completely.

Mu Xing felt herself melt into water, melting in the man's embrace.

In the midst of her consciousness being hazy, she heard a man's voice, gravelly and low, ask her, "Do you like your life now"

Mu Xing nodded, liked it.

At least freedom.

After receiving the answer, the man didn't speak again. His cold, white fingers gently caressed her delicate face, softly stroking her brow and eyes.

One inch at a time, carefully and meticulously.

In the car, there was only the sound of their intertwined breaths...

The super fierce little sweetheart of Grandpa Fu, who is full level and fights like a demon., Wu Guanjia handed Mu Xing a writing brush and stepped back several steps.Mu Xing adjusted her breath slightly, allowing herself to relax. Holding the brush, she dipped it in ink and began to write...