Chapter 190 Let's Run Away Together, Shall We?

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Looking at Song Ziyè's earnest expression, Wang Zheng averted his gaze, unsure of what to say.

After finding a sheltered spot, Wang Zheng lit some dry branches and skewered the pheasant and rabbit over the fire with sticks. Soon enough, an enticing aroma wafted through the air.

Sitting by the campfire with her knees drawn to her chest, Song Ziyè's pretty face was covered in dust, glowing red under the firelight, adding a unique charm that made her seem less distant and more like a neighbor’s girl.

As Wang Zheng flipped the roasting rabbit and chicken, he took out a small bottle from his pocket, opened it, and evenly sprinkled its contents on the meat. The aroma instantly intensified, making Song Ziyè's stomach rumble.

"What is this Why does it smell so good" Song Ziyè looked at Wang Zheng’s little bottle curiously and asked.

"It’s seasoning for roasted meat. I make it myself," said Wang Zheng as he sprinkled the spices, explaining: "I used to go on missions frequently, staying in the jungle for a month wasn’t unusual. I can't always eat raw meat, right So this bottle of condiments is something I must carry with me every time I take on a mission; one shouldn’t be too hard on themselves."

"However, if we’re deep in the mountains and forests, it’s best not to do that. Otherwise, you might attract some fierce carnivores."

Watching Wang Zheng sprinkle the seasonings earnestly, Song Ziyè was momentarily lost in thought.

"Here, taste this, be careful of the heat," said Wang Zheng as he tore off a golden and oily rabbit leg to offer her. "Taste my family-style roasted meat."

Song Ziyè took it without worrying about burning herself and bit into it generously, immediately wearing an expression of admiration.

"It’s delicious! It’s so delicious!" With a mouth full of rabbit meat, Song Ziyè gulped it down and continued to praise.

"Then you should eat faster," Wang Zheng also picked up the roasted chicken and started munching on it. Both appeared like food enthusiasts who would do anything for good food.

"Actually, I have thought about this: if one day I don’t want to engage in these life-threatening tasks anymore, I could open a barbecue stall at an outdoor food court, selling roasted meat bare-chested with just a towel around my neck. Watching a group of guys eat grilled meat and drink beer while chatting aimlessly would be quite relaxing."

Hearing Wang Zheng’s words, Song Ziyè also showed a look of longing.

"Is it really impossible to abandon this lifestyle" asked Song Ziyè.

"It's not that I can't give up; there are many things awaiting me to accomplish," said Wang Zheng as he took a bite of the fragrant chicken and chewed on it. "I must go through with them."

“Just like you, if you were to abandon your identity as Miss Song and become the boss lady at a barbecue stall, would you be willing”

"There's nothing I wouldn't do, but if you were the boss, I think it would be fine," Song Ziyè didn't hide her thoughts at all.

Wang Zheng shook his head and smiled, continuing to ask: "But what if without you, the Song family faces the danger of decline or even extinction Would you still make such a choice"

Song Ziyè fell silent.

The greater one's ability, the greater their responsibility. When there is too much to bear, they are destined not to easily give up.

"From now on, your dream becomes my dream," Song Ziyè looked at the stars in the night sky and said: "Starting a barbecue stall even without a male boss."

...

For three consecutive days, Song Ziyè had curled up to sleep in Wang Zheng's arms. She seemed accustomed to sleeping in his warm embrace, feeling neither cold nor danger.

However, this was tough on our big killer, Wang. Having a beautiful woman with an angelic face and devilish figure snuggling closely against him made it impossible for him not to feel aroused; how many times had he felt his lower abdomen burning hotly, wanting to turn over and take immediate action right then and there But無奈，王錚覺得自己在野外連肥皂都冇有洗手，進行這樣的活動豈不是太不衛生了。而且天氣那麼冷，萬一感冒了怎麼辦。

Wang Zheng tried to persuade himself with flimsy reasons, but he couldn't suppress the army of thoughts racing through his mind. He wasn’t a gentleman and often pretended casually placing his hand on Song Ziyè's thigh or her rounded buttocks, secretly enjoying the tantalizing feel of their softness.

"Alright, this can be considered finding joy in hardship," Wang the Bodyguard lay under the starry sky beside the fire, looking contented and at ease.

On the fourth day, Song Ziyè encountered another awkward problem.

"Wang Zheng," before she could even speak, her pretty face turned red as if it would drip water.

"What's wrong Why are you blushing so much You've slept together for so many days, what is there to be ashamed of" Wang Zheng said in a teasing tone, causing Song Ziyè’s face to turn even redder. It made Wang Zheng want to bite her.

"I... calculating time, it seems I'm going to have my period soon. What should we do" After saying this, Song Ziyè's face turned even redder and she stomped her foot before turning away from Wang Zheng without daring to look at him.

Wang Zheng was stunned for a moment but then burst out laughing, tears streaming down his face.

"You ungrateful person! Why are you laughing" Song Ziyè said in an annoyed tone.

"Well, it's happening. What can I do about it" Wang Zheng shrugged helplessly.

"In this desolate place...," Song Ziyè was at a loss as well.

"Okay, I'm not kidding around anymore." Wang Zheng held back his laughter and said, "Let me try if I can delay your period for a few days."

"Can you really delay it" Song Ziyue found it hard to believe but thought that this man in front of her seemed capable of anything.

“Alright, let me give it a shot.” Wang Zheng pointed at the ground and said, “Lie down and expose your lower back.”

Song Ziyue trusted Wang Zheng completely and without hesitation lifted her clothes to reveal her flat stomach and smooth skin.

Lying on top of Wang Zheng’s overcoat, Song Ziyue asked, "Can we start now It feels a bit chilly."

“Alright, let's begin.” Wang Zheng forcibly pulled his gaze away from Song Ziyue’s skin and took out the silver needles from the little box in his arms. He disinfected them with alcohol swabs and gently inserted them into her back acupoints.

"How come you know so much about traditional Chinese medicine" Feeling a cool sensation at the acupoint, Song Ziyue asked.

“It’s not actually traditional Chinese medicine, but gynecology,” Wang Zheng adjusted the needles and then withdrew them. He said, “I also have some knowledge of urology; there's no help for it, I just have a fondness for these things.”

"Pervert," Song Ziyue murmured softly, her eyes full of tenderness.

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"Finally leaving"

On the sixth day, while looking at the town ahead and the mountains behind them that had vanished from sight, Song Ziyue felt a sense of reluctance.

The last six days could be called the most beautiful and exciting period in her life. As the daughter of a prominent family, every move she made was scrutinized for its effect on the family's image; every day, she presented herself to others at her best possible form. But these past few days had been the time she felt most relaxed, though tough, they would be unforgettable memories.

"Yeah, if you don’t leave soon, you’ll become a wild person," Wang Zheng pointed at Song Ziyue and laughed, "With so many days without a bath or hair wash, your family might not recognize you even face-to-face; the capital’s rose has turned into a dogwood."

"Don't laugh at me, you're no better either."

Actually, Song Ziyue's appearance was still relatively good. Although her hair was messy and dirty, her pretty face remained fair. Wearing Wang Zheng's worn-out overcoat covered in grime added a unique feel to this beautiful woman; even though she looked weather-beaten, it couldn't hide her stunning looks.

As for Wang Zheng, he appeared much more disheveled. His wool sweater was torn with many holes, his shoes and pants were full of dust, and his face was dirty, only his eyes remained clear.

Seeing each other's appearance, both Song Ziyue and Wang Zheng couldn't help but laugh heartily together.

After laughing, Wang Zheng's eyes were gentle: "Finally out."

Song Ziyè walked in front of Wang Zheng, gently holding his hand and said, "I still want to say that I will be grateful for these six days in my life."

Song Ziyè was undoubtedly a smart woman. She knew she couldn't control Wang Zheng; the conflict between her family background and Wang Zheng was too great, reaching a point where it could not be reconciled. Even this time when Wang Zheng was targeted by assassins, Song Mingwei, Song Ziyè's father, had also been involved.

One day, Wang Zheng would wield his sword against the Song family.

Every time she thought of that moment, Song Ziyè felt sad.

So, when she asked Wang Zheng in the mountains if he couldn't just give up, even though she knew there was no hope, she still clung to a bit of fantasy. Song Ziyè understood; if it were her who had been set up like this, she would not let go of those behind it.

Wang Zheng wouldn’t abandon what he wanted to protect or the goals he aimed for. Similarly, Song Ziyè couldn't give up on her family that raised and nurtured her. It was precisely because she knew future conflicts were unavoidable that she requested Wang Zheng to spare her father's life.

Song Ziyè realized these six days detached from the mundane world were the only chance for her to be alone with Wang Zheng without any disputes. Thereafter, finding such an opportunity would likely be impossible.

The sole episode of passion in life was so brief; it lasted just six short days, from heart palpitations to its end.

Life is like a summer flower blooming brilliantly for a short time. Six days are but a fleeting moment in one's existence, yet this moment shone uniquely and dazzlingly.

At that moment, tears streamed down Song Ziyè’s face.

Wang Zheng knew what she was thinking; he gently combed her hair and said: "I used to believe a certain phrase, and I still do."

"If you want it enough, you will get it."

Hearing this, Song Ziyè's tear-filled eyes buried her head in Wang Zheng’s chest.

Wang Zheng gently held Song Ziyè as her tears soaked through his clothes.

"I know what I want. I want the feeling of living a life with you," said Song Ziyè, her voice soft yet distant.

Wang Zheng was silent.

"Wang Zheng, why don't we run away together" Song Ziyè’s voice sounded ethereal. beaten up this badly, Stern's rage knew no bounds. Having reached his current standing, he naturally commanded power across both legitimate and illegitimate circles—never having been on the receiving...