Chapter 119 Seeking Survival from Death

early morning.

Father King Road, garden villas.

Wang Xuesen sat at the table, eating a plate of pickled vegetables and silently shoveling his teeth into a bowl of plain porridge. He chewed on a fried dough stick, his cheeks puffed out like a toad's.

The sound of dragging footsteps came from the stairs.

Wanjia, wearing a silk nightgown and with her hair loose and disheveled, walked down the street languidly.

Her eyes were a little red, so she obviously didn't sleep well last night.

Xiaomin is very sensible.

I went out to buy groceries early, leaving the couple to their own space.

Wanjia pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Wang Xuesen, staring at him, her voice slightly tense:

"Darling."

"Do we really have to go?"

Wang Xuesen chewed on a fried dough stick and mumbled, "Of course I have to go."

He dipped the fried dough stick into the porridge bowl and took a big bite.

"Boss Dai isn't one to joke around with us."

"Once he's made up his mind, there will be big trouble if he doesn't carry it out."

"You know that person well."

Wanjia frowned in thought, then suddenly looked up, her eyes brightening: "How about I go with you?"

She was quite pleased with herself:

"My marksmanship is alright. Anyway, I was just shopping at a clothing store, and I know Zheng Pingping."

"One more of me makes no difference, one less of me makes no difference either."

Wang Xuesen almost choked on the fried dough stick and gulped down a mouthful of porridge.

"Give me a break."

He put down his chopsticks and looked at Wanjia speechlessly.

"Your persona is that of a rich young lady."

"Playing with guns and knives is not something that can be done openly. If you were to fire a gun, Li Shiqun would be the first to become suspicious."

Wanjia's lips moved in disappointment, as if she wanted to say something more.

Wang Xuesen waved his hand, his tone softening slightly:

"Besides, if you go, I'll have to take care of you too."

"By then, you won't be able to run away even if you want to."

Don't worry.

He patted Wanjia's hand, which was resting on the table.

"I'm wearing a metal vest, I'll be fine."

Wanjia's eyes immediately reddened.

After a long pause, she finally spoke in a muffled voice.

"All right."

You must take good care of yourself.

"Without you, I..."

She sniffed, her voice trembling.

"I don't want to live either."

Wang Xuesen quickly put down his chopsticks and deliberately put on a playful smile.

"Don't worry, I'll live well even if you're a tigress."

"After all, they're not easy to find."

Wanjia punched him:

"Hate!"

"What time is it? You still have the mind to joke around!"

After finishing breakfast, Wang Xuesen stood up and, while putting on his coat, gave Wanjia some instructions:

"I have time to go to the club today."

"Fang Yao will probably be playing cards. If you can see her, it would be best to join her at a table."

He buttoned up his shirt and lowered his voice.

"Let's talk about syphilis and scare her a little."

"It would be even better if we could get her medical records from the hospital."

"When dealing with Bai Junqi, it would be more convincing to have Fujita Hajime on our side."

Wanjia wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and forced herself to listen.

Wang Xuesen added another sentence.

"Also, pay attention to hygiene when dining, and try not to touch things that the ladies have used."

"Nine out of ten wives are Mei, and the remaining one has no one to keep her company."

"Syphilis is rampant in this circle now, we have to be careful."

Wanjia rolled her eyes at him, pouted, and hummed in agreement.

"understood."

She paused, then suddenly raised her chin and squinted at Wang Xuesen.

"You better behave yourself."

"Rumors about white roses and Li Lu are flying everywhere."

"If you keep messing around outside, what if you infect me one day! Humph!"

She grinned, showing her little white teeth.

"Watch out, or I'll bite you!"

Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes and said confidently, "Fake news!"

"Your man is a respectable person. Would I do anything so immoral?"

He said this without batting an eye, his face radiating righteous indignation.

Wanjia smiled, puffing out her chest with a hint of smugness.

"I doubt you would."

"I have both a great figure and great stamina."

"Can't I even serve you?"

As she said this, she tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.

"Didn't you hear what Lao Du said? I've made you lose your sense of sight."

Wang Xuesen leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Yes, yes, you're a man-eating tigress, the most formidable one."

"I'm gone."

Wanjia followed to the door and leaned against the door frame.

"be safe."

"Be very careful."

Wang Xuesen waved to her and walked down the steps without looking back.

Wanjia leaned against the door frame, watching his back.

Only after he drove out of sight did she slowly close the door and reluctantly return to her room.

……

Number 76, family quarters.

Ye Jiqing sat in front of the dressing mirror, holding an eyebrow pencil in one hand and a powder puff in the other, carefully drawing her eyebrows and touching up her makeup.

Her carefully made-up face was reflected in the mirror.

Her eyebrows were neatly curved, and her lips were bright red; she looked very stylish.

That's really rare.

Xuesen actually invited me to go shopping.

What's even more remarkable is that Old Li, who's so jealous, actually nodded in agreement.

She likes Xue Sen.

It's not that kind of liking.

He's simply a fashion enthusiast with a good eye, a pleasant voice, and the ability to keep up with the times—a truly remarkable person.

Going shopping or playing tennis with him is much more fun than going out with Lao Li.

That was truly joyful.

"Old Li, do you think my makeup looks good?"

Ye Jiqing turned his head and asked Li Shiqun excitedly.

Li Shiqun glared at her unhappily: "Beautiful, beautiful."

His tone was clearly tinged with jealousy as he looked his wife up and down.

"How old are you? You're still piling layers and layers of makeup on your face."

Ye Jiqing pouted and slammed the powder puff on the table: "You jealous fool."

Ye Jiqing pouted and slammed the powder puff on the table: "You jealous fool."

"I can't even get you to go shopping with me once a year."

"You're not happy that Xue Sen is keeping me company."

Li Shiqun snorted, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said nothing more.

He wasn't afraid that Ji Qing might have some other intentions.

He has bodyguards with him wherever he goes.

Furthermore, knowing that Ji Qing was greedy for money, he intended to use their sibling relationship to win over Wang Xuesen.

I wouldn't go so far as to doubt it.

I'm just a little jealous; I can't stand her enthusiasm.

You know, when we were dating back then, she never seemed this attentive.

Ye Jiqing looked at herself in the mirror again, nodded in satisfaction, opened the drawer and rummaged through it, then picked out a blue silk scarf, tied it into a bow around her neck.

She was gesturing in the mirror when the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

Li Shiqun reached out and took it.

"Feed".

He frowned slightly, his expression changing: "Okay, I understand."

Click.

The phone hangs up.

Ye Jiqing saw his face in the mirror and slammed the powder box shut in her hand.

Li Shiqun turned around and looked at her.

"Alright."

"The shopping trip can be cancelled."

Ye Jiqing's carefully maintained smile froze: "Wha... what do you mean?"

Li Shiqun placed the teacup on the bedside table, his tone as heavy as iron:

"I just received a message from Chen Mingchu."

"The Military Intelligence Bureau is going to assassinate Wang Xuesen today."

Ye Jiqing's eyes widened suddenly: "Why did they have to choose today of all days?"

Li Shiqun remained silent.

How can he explain this?

It was a bad idea that I sent someone to come up with.

The original intention was to test Wang Xuesen's capabilities, but the Military Intelligence Bureau actually fell for it and acted without hesitation.

But he lit the fire.

Spilled water can't be taken back.

Moreover, Ding Mocun will be accompanied by Wang Xuesen.

This guy rarely goes out, and my plot against him at No. 76 would have had a terrible impact. It was only with great difficulty that I was able to get rid of him through the Kuomintang's military intelligence.

Furthermore, if he were to go and try to dissuade Wang Xuesen, the high-level informant that Chen Mingchu had carefully planted might be exposed.

He can only hope that Wang Xuesen will have good luck.

"Old Li, this is our god of wealth. It would be a real problem if he died."

"The outpost is gone, so we were hoping he could get supplies from the Americans."

Ye Jiqing spoke urgently, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Don't you realize we're short on funds right now? If the Military Intelligence Bureau cuts down this cash cow, what will we starve to live on?"

"Besides, Xuesen always cares about us so much; why doesn't he send us the best things first?"

"You'd better think of a solution quickly."

She stomped her foot in anger and stood up.

Li Shiqun was also filled with regret.

The hole they dug themselves almost buried their own money tree.

Who knew those mad dogs from the Military Intelligence Bureau would act so quickly?

Sigh, that old Liu.

What a terrible idea! It seems I can't trust him too much in the future.

He turned around, his face grim, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Don't panic."

"In that case, I'll equip Wang Xuesen with an iron vest, and assign Wang Lin to him as well."

"I reckon he'll bring Zhan Shen with him too."

"With this lineup, it should be very difficult for the opponent to succeed."

Ye Jiqing felt a little more at ease: "Alright, you'd better keep a close eye on things, don't let our God of Wealth really get burned out there."

……

8:30 a.m.

Wang Xuesen arrived at the office on time.

I had just put down my briefcase when the phone on the table rang.

He answered the phone: "Director Li."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, a mocking smile appeared on Wang Xuesen's lips.

Sure enough, there was a mole in the Shanghai Military Intelligence Bureau.

Li Shiqun indeed learned of the assassination attempt.

That old fox is well-informed; he's probably trying to cover for himself.

Wang Xuesen pushed open the door and entered Li Shiqun's office.

Except for Lao Li.

Wang Lin, a master of Bajiquan, was also there.

His hair was slicked back and neatly combed. He was wearing a formal Zhongshan suit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

With his upright and tall physique, he has quite the demeanor of the senior disciple of the Broken Water Flow Sect.

That aura—just standing there makes people feel extremely intimidated.

Wang Xuesen stepped forward to greet him: "Director, Mr. Wang."

Li Shiqun held a cigarette in his hand, but didn't light it.

Wang Lin doesn't smoke, which is a basic respect for a master.

He looked at Wang Xuesen and said, "Xuesen, your sister-in-law had a cough this morning. I can only apologize for what happened to you."

Wang Xuesen feigned a miserable expression and said, "Alright, then I'll just have to bleed myself to keep Old Ding company."

Li Shiqun said, "Given the current poor security situation, I'll have Mr. Wang accompany you to ensure your safety."

Wang Xuesen hurriedly and respectfully clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute to Wang Lin, saying, "This, this is not appropriate. How could I possibly trouble Mr. Wang?"

It's worth noting that Wang Lin was recommended to Li Shih-Chun by Wang Zhaoming.

He was also very famous in Shanghai, and his martial arts skills were excellent.

Not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can be his bodyguard.

Li Shiqun waved his hand and said, "Alright, we're family, no need to be so polite. Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Wang."

Wang Lin nodded slightly, his expression cold and stern, and remained silent.

"Oh, right, I had the equipment room prepare an iron vest for you. Remember to wear it," Li Shiqun added.

"Thank you, brother." Wang Xuesen was overjoyed.

This thing was incredibly heavy, weighing eight or nine pounds. Carrying it on his back felt like carrying a tortoise shell, which forced Wang Xuesen to abandon his original suit and wear a large trench coat instead.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Zheng Pingping arrived in front of Building No. 76.

She wore a beige coat today, which made her look exceptionally dignified and elegant.

A moment later, Wang Xuesen and Ding Mocun came down.

He originally wanted to call him Zhan Shen.

On second thought, today might turn into a chaotic battle, so it's better not to send my brothers to their deaths.

When Zheng Pingping saw Wang Xuesen, she inwardly cried out in alarm.

She immediately frowned, complaining with a look of disgust, "Director Ding, why is he following us? Isn't he ruining our fun?"

Wang Xuesen met her gaze and felt a surge of emotion.

At least you have some conscience.

Knowing today is a battleground, I want to drive myself away.

Unfortunately, she still came.

He was so eager to kill Ding Mocun that he couldn't be persuaded otherwise.

Of course, it's also possible that pressure was exerted by the upper echelons of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS).

Within the Kuomintang, the Military Intelligence Bureau was usually regarded as the Embroidered Uniform Guard, a group of military men.

People like Shen Zui and Chen Gongshu, at best, could only fire guns and set off explosives; they were willing to fight and kill.

Since the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) was rooted in the party headquarters, it was mainly responsible for party affairs and internal monitoring.

This group is more cunning, ruthless, and adept at business.

Wang Xuesen likened it to the Eastern Depot (a notorious secret police agency).

Xu Zhaolin had finally managed to get his hands on Zheng Pingping, so there was no reason not to play her card.

It's easy to imagine that Zheng Pingping was under immense pressure.

Wang Xuesen chuckled and said, "Director, I knew Miss Zheng didn't like me. Maybe I shouldn't go."

Ding Mocun was still counting on him to pay.

Furthermore, seeing that Li Shiqun had even sent Wang Lin along.

With such a skilled protector, they felt reassured and could not let Wang Xuesen go.

He waved his hand repeatedly and said, "Hey, Xuesen has a better eye than me. He knows what the latest international styles are. With him around, it's easier to pick things out."

"Alright, let's go."

He didn't give the two a chance to refuse or refute, and invited them to get into the car.

Wang Xuesen and Wang Lin drove their own bulletproof car.

Wang Lin sat in the passenger seat, his sharp eyes scanning the scenery outside the car window.

Wang Xuesen, gripping the steering wheel, casually remarked, "Mr. Wang, thank you for your hard work today."

Wang Lin replied calmly, "It's my duty."

Ding Mocun and Zheng Pingping were in the same car.

Ding Mocun sat in the back row, his hands wandering along her cheongsam and stockings. .

Zheng Pingping forced a smile, suppressing her nausea.

The two cars, one after the other, drove towards the concession.

Christmas is just around the corner.

The streets of the concession were decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Christmas trees, Santa Claus sculptures, and other decorations create a vibrant and festive atmosphere.

Security has also been significantly strengthened.

Almost all of the police officers from Annan and Chinese communities were mobilized to patrol various intersections.

In front of some important places, such as the Paramount Ballroom, there were temporary security posts set up by foreigners.

A small tavern opposite the Siberian fur shop.

Xu Zhaolin personally oversaw the operation.

He held his coffee cup, his gaze coldly fixed on the street across the street.

He spared no expense to achieve this.

Several of his men had already laid an ambush around the fur shop.

A person was pretending to buy something in the store, occasionally looking at the fur coat in their hand, but their eyes kept glancing towards the door.

The other two.

A man pretending to be a foreigner is smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper under a parasol.

A clown dressed as a shop assistant from next door, wearing a green Christmas outfit, was tossing apples up and down in his hands, seemingly doing some kind of promotion.

Soon, Ding Mocun's car stopped in front of the store.

He didn't rush to get out of the car, but sat in the back seat, observing the surroundings with extreme caution and meticulousness.

He instructed the driver, "Xiao He, go down and tell Wang Xuesen to turn the car sideways and protect the back."

He knew that Wang Xuesen was also driving an armored car, providing excellent cover and protection.

Xiao He got out of the car and quickly walked to the back car to give directions.

Wang Xuesen then completely blocked the back of the car by turning it sideways.

Ding Mocun raised his hand and said with a gentlemanly smile, "Ladies first, Pingping, please."

Zheng Pingping was originally sitting on the right, but had no choice but to get up and go down from the left side of Dingmo Village.

Seeing Zheng Pingping leave, Ding Mocun lowered his hat brim and looked around again.

He instructed his driver, Xiao He: "The usual."

Xiao He nodded and accepted the order.

The old rule: don't turn off the engine or engage the handbrake, so that in case of an emergency, you can get in the car and start driving to escape immediately.

It was precisely because of this caution that Ding Mocun escaped death several times and avoided assassination attempts.

Having made all the necessary preparations, Ding Mocun then took Zheng Pingping's arm with his right hand.

In this way...

Behind them were Wang Xuesen, Wang Lin, and an armored vehicle.

Zheng Pingping is blocking the way on the right.

A perfect concave shape protects itself.

I feel at ease now.

Ding Mocun and Zheng Pingping then stepped into the store.

Xu Zhaolin watched as Ding Mocun's car stopped, and then watched as the bulletproof car turned sideways.

That old thief is indeed quite vigilant.

He even used women as a shield when getting off the bus.

However, even if he had wings today, he couldn't escape this inescapable net.

Xu Zhaolin's gaze shifted to Wang Xuesen, who was following behind, his eyes revealing a fierce look.

Pretty boy, you're out of luck. You'll be joining Ding Mocun on his journey today.

This leather goods store was one of the largest in the concession.

The interior was very spacious, and various high-end and expensive furs and scarves were hanging inside.

There were quite a few people inside, both men and women.

The heating was on full blast, mixed with a faint scent of perfume.

Ding Mocun had no interest in picking out furs at all.

Wang Xuesen was also terrified of dying, and his heart was in a panic.

Xu Zhaolin didn't recognize him.

Although he was wearing a ten-pound iron vest.

But if these guys' bullets are coated with poison, a shot to the leg could be fatal.

He and Ding Mocun exchanged a glance and, with remarkable tacit understanding, both chose from the area closest to the door.

To be able to escape immediately in case of emergency.

Wang Xuesen casually flipped through the mink coats on the clothes rack.

His eyes, however, were constantly scanning his surroundings.

The woman on the left, looking at fur coats, has unsteady steps; she's an ordinary person.

The man on the right in the gray suit has calluses on his hands and his eyes are shifty.

This guy is a trained fighter, and he's a trained fighter who carries a weapon.

Wang Xuesen felt a chill run down his spine.

The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) assassins.

He subtly moved closer to Wang Lin.

Although Wang Lin didn't speak, his muscles were already slightly tense, clearly indicating that he had also noticed something was wrong.

Zheng Pingping's heart was pounding.

She originally wanted to be closer to Wang Xuesen so she could protect him.

it's good now.

The old thief from Dingmo Village kept his arm around her, clearly intending to use her as a human shield.

For a moment, she felt a mix of emotions.

I'm sorry, Xuesen.

Ding Mocun was still pretending to point at a white fox fur scarf.

"Pingping, what do you think of this one?"

Zheng Pingping forced a smile: "It's fine."

……

In the coffee shop across the street.

Xu Zhaolin stared intently at the door of the leather goods store across the street.

Success or failure hinges on this moment.

If Ding Mocun dies here today, he can completely turn his life around and make a big splash in front of Xu Enzeng and even the Chairman.

A subordinate in a gray trench coat strode over and whispered in Xu Zhaolin's ear:

"Boss, the thieves have broken into our den."

Xu Zhaolin paused slightly in the coffee cup he was holding.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He waved his hand coldly.

Do it.

The subordinate immediately understood.

He picked up the report from that day on the table, pushed open the door, and walked out of the coffee shop.

The hitman at the fur shop keenly caught the instructions outside through the glass door.

This man is a seasoned veteran.

He is very cautious.

To avoid alerting Ding Mocun to the risk, he maintained a safe distance.

They didn't even dare to linger their eyes on that spot.

I saw the coded message in the newspaper outside the glass door.

He put his arm around his female companion and pretended to be discussing fur with great interest.

Slowly approaching Dingmo Village.

At the same time, he quietly adjusted his firing position.

Make sure the first shot hits Ding Mocun's head.

well.

He walked to the diagonal corner behind Dingmo Village.

At this distance, it's perfectly acceptable to fire.

All it takes is drawing the gun and pulling the trigger, and it's all over.

Zheng Pingping's heart was pounding like a drum.

She knew that the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) was about to begin its operation.

My palms were covered in cold sweat.

She glanced at Wang Xuesen instinctively, her eyes filled with anxiety: "Xuesen."

She called out.

Wang Xuesen asked, "What's wrong, Miss Zheng?"

"Come over here and help me take a look at this scarf, what do you think?" She ignored Ding Mocun's suspicions and quickly called out to him.

Wang Xuesen was about to cross Dingmo Village.

The moment the Kuomintang assassin reached into his coat and gripped the gun handle.

A sudden mutation occurred.

Two shop assistants who were helping a customer choose fur coats drew their guns first.

One of them shouted.

"Wang Xuesen!"

The roar was particularly jarring in the spacious leather goods store.

The two men raised their guns and fired.

"Watch out, Director!"

Wang Xuesen lunged forward, blocking Ding Mocun and Zheng Pingping.

boom!boom!

Flames spewed out.

Wang Xuesen groaned.

The bullet struck the heavy iron vest squarely.

The embedded thin manganese steel plate effectively prevented penetration even under heavy pistol bullet impact.

But the enormous impact was incredibly violent, causing his internal organs to burn with pain.

A metallic sweetness immediately rose in my throat.

Fortunately, Chen Gongshu had the assassin choose .380 ACP, the 9mm Walther PP commonly used by spies.

Moreover, they maintained a considerable distance.

If it were a large-caliber Mauser C96 cannon, he would have been finished here today.

All I can say is that Lao Chen is indeed meticulous.

I told you the gunman was accurate, and he was right.

Both shots hit.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Wang Xuesen had already come to his senses.

He grabbed Zheng Pingping and Ding Mocun.

"run!"

The three of them crouched low and scrambled towards the door.

As for Wang Lin, a master of Bajiquan, he was so frightened that he immediately covered his head and hid under the clothes rack.

What kind of top expert?

It's no use against flying bullets.

He covered his ears with his hands and closed his eyes tightly.

I swore to myself that I would never work with the main group again, and I would never take on private jobs outside the office again.

After all, no matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife, let alone a gun in the hands of a spy.

The Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) gunmen on the other side were completely dumbfounded.

He stood there, gun in hand, his mind blank for a brief second.

For a moment, they thought it was one of their own who had gotten the first move.

He drew his gun, ready to give chase to Ding Mocun.

The two shop assistants, disguised as Kuomintang agents, turned around and shot him twice.

boom!boom!

The Central Bureau of Investigation (CBIS) gunman groaned and fell to the ground.

boom!boom!

The Central Bureau of Investigation (CBIS) gunman groaned and fell to the ground.

His chest was instantly stained red with blood.

His eyes widened, and he died without understanding what had happened.

Isn't this an assassination attempt on Ding Laogou?

Why am I hitting myself?

The group split into two groups: some ran, and some chased.

Screams erupted in the leather goods shop as customers scattered in panic, creating chaos.

High-end fur coats fell to the ground.

Just as Xu Zhaolin's assassins, who were lying in ambush outside, were about to provide support.

Both sides were armed, so they couldn't tell which side the other belonged to.

Everything is in complete chaos.

They all just fired at each other, and some even chased after armored vehicles.

Bang bang bang!

The street instantly turned into a battlefield.

Glass shattered, bullets flew everywhere.

Wang Xuesen didn't even want the bulletproof car.

Going to drive now would make you an easy target.

Using the car as cover, the three of them squeezed into Ding Mocun's car, which was still running, and welded the doors shut.

"Hurry, hurry!" Ding Mocun urged menacingly.

Upon hearing the gunshot, driver Xiao He had already shifted into gear and floored the accelerator.

creak.

The car tires screeched violently against the ground, emitting a puff of acrid white smoke, and the car sped away like a rocket.

Ding Mocun's face turned ashen, and he huddled in the back seat, trembling.

He gripped the car door handle tightly, panting heavily.

His usual aloof and superior demeanor as a director vanished completely.

Zheng Pingping clung tightly to the car window, still shaken.

She looked at Wang Xuesen, whose face was deathly pale, and felt a mix of emotions.

If Wang Xuesen hadn't rushed over to shield them from the bullet, Ding Mocun and he would both be dead.

However, the Central Bureau of Investigation's plan was thus ruined.

That damned old dog Ding!

Pity!

the other side.

Xu Zhaolin stood in the coffee shop, his face turning ashen with anger.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the car that sped away across the street. Damn it, the cooked duck just flew away like that.

……

Xiao He drove back to No. 76.

Throughout the journey, Wang Xuesen endured the excruciating pain in his chest, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

The car had just come to a stop in front of the office building.

He pushed open the car door, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his vision went black, and he fainted.

First, I was scared.

Secondly, the bullet wound caused internal injuries, which were extremely painful.

When he woke up again, he was already in the clinic at number 76.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

A warm towel was placed on his forehead.

Ye Jiqing was sitting by the bed taking care of him.

"sister in law."

Wang Xuesen spoke weakly.

He glanced at Ye Jiqing.

Ye Jiqing looks quite beautiful today.

Her hair was held up with a large black satin bow, her hair slightly curled and hanging down beside her ears.

The tight-fitting short knit top accentuated her full, rounded chest.

She also had a faint scent of rose perfume on her body.

When Ye Jiqing saw that he was awake, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Oh my, my little darling, you're finally awake."

"That really scared me to death."

Wang Xuesen said, his face pale, "It's a good thing you didn't go today, sister-in-law."

"Otherwise, it will be troublesome."

He paused, feigning concern.

"Are Director Ding and Miss Zheng alright?"

Ye Jiqing frowned, his tone revealing a hint of disdain: "What could they possibly have to do?"

"Thanks to your older brother for making you wear the iron vest."

"Otherwise, you would have been dead long ago."

Wang Xuesen immediately put on a grateful expression: "Thank you so much, brother, for saving my life."

Ye Jiqing waved his hand and said reproachfully:

Why would family members say such things?

"I'm relieved that you're alright."

"What do you want to eat? Your sister-in-law will make it for you."

Wang Xuesen glanced at her, swallowed hard, and said, "I just want to eat my sister-in-law's steamed buns."

Ye Jiqing nodded repeatedly, and said happily:

"it is good."

"If you like it, I'll make it for you right away."

"You should rest first."

She stood up, then suddenly remembered something.

"Should I ask Wanjia to come and keep you company?"

Wang Xuesen hurriedly waved his hand, sat up halfway, and said, "No, no."

"Please don't."

"She came but couldn't help at all, she just cried and upset me."

Ye Jiqing nodded in deep agreement: "That's what I think too."

"That's why I didn't call her right away."

"You should rest."

She swayed her hips as she walked out.

The door closed.

Wang Xuesen breathed a sigh of relief and slowly leaned back on the pillow.

He closed his eyes and carefully reviewed the day's assassination attempt.

The men Chen Gongshu sent were all aimed at killing him.

Regardless of Zheng Pingping, at least he proved his innocence to Li Shiqun with his life, which should be considered as passing the most rigorous test.

Things will be easier from now on.

He might just become one of Li Shiqun's true confidants, just like Wu Sibao.

Indeed, wealth and a promising future can only be found by taking risks.

However, Zheng Pingping cannot escape blame for this assassination attempt.

Given Ding Mocun's cunning and caution, the fact that she caused such a big incident, and that this trip was Zheng Pingping's suggestion, means she has essentially been exposed.

Moreover, Li Shiqun would definitely be secretly gathering evidence.

If it can be proven that Zheng Pingping colluded with the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (CBIS) and the Military Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (MMIS), it would be a trump card to deal a heavy blow to Ding Mocun.

Hey!

This woman is in trouble.

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