Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 500 - 498: "You Made Me Not Want to Move.

Song Yi really couldn’t withstand Tang Si’s gentle onslaught; every word struck directly at her heart.

He held her hand, their fingers interlocked—

...

The night was deep.

Around eleven o’clock, Tang Si came out of the bathroom.

Song Yi lay on the bed, not wanting to move a finger; it was Tang Si who had helped her with the bath.

With her hair wrapped in a towel, he went over and helped her up: "Let me blow-dry your hair before you sleep."

Song Yi leaned lazily against him as if she had no bones, not even bothering to open her eyes.

"You do it."

Afterwards, she was like a delicate woman, enchanting in every way, her eyes subtly reddened, charmingly appealing, and she didn’t want to move at all.

After Tang Si dried her hair: "Sleep now."

Song Yi tugged on Tang Si’s hand, eyes closed: "Go eat."

"Cook noodles, order takeout, either is fine," Song Yi said. "I was going to cook you some noodles, but now, you’ve worn me out, and I don’t want to move."

"Just make yourself something to eat."

Looking at Song Yi like this, Tang Si let out a low laugh, the sound coming from deep in his chest, his laughter ending with a teasing curve.

"Got it." Tang Si lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, his eyes filled with a pampering smile: "Just sleep well."

No matter what, she was always worrying about him.

...

In the thickness of the night.

Some slept soundly, others faced perilous dangers.

In the vastness of a grand building, lights were brightly lit.

A man sat in the center of the sofa, dignified, elegant, yet exuding a cold aura that kept others at bay.

He lowered his eyes, lit a cigarette, his suit meticulously pressed, the buttoned-up collar revealing cold, white skin under the light, beautifully incomparable.

The man slowly raised his eyes, an Asian face, exquisite and well-defined, but with a pair of violet eyes.

The color was very light, further accentuating his noble and mysterious aura, dignified and impeccably clean.

"How did the person escape?" he spoke, his voice unhurried but chilling to the core.

On the opposite sofa, a man stood: "It was my mistake."

The earring was masculine, his attire youthful, Fu Jingsheng watched the person across: "But failing to catch Song Yi was the inevitable result, no?"

"Hmm." The man took a drag on his cigarette, exhaled the smoke slowly, shrouding his face in a misty veil, making his expression hard to discern. His thin lips slowly curled up, his sleeves neatly rolled: "Gu Chu said the same to me."

Gu Chu made mistakes; she failed to kill Gu Nanjiu and exposed the organization’s existence, causing the police to be all over them.

Even the deal with Wen Mu was ruined; he had thought Wen Mu only tricked Song Yi onto the ship, not expecting Tang Si to be brought along as well.

"Do you know what Gu Chu’s consequences would be?"

The organization’s mission was left incomplete, and even exposed them, making life worse than death.

He had given Gu Chu a chance, find that person, and she could redeem herself.

Gu Nanjiu laughed softly: "I know."

The man also let out a light chuckle, elegant and cold: "So, now it’s a matter of who between you two brings them back first; then they won’t have to die."

He carried himself like a gentleman, exuding a maturity and seasoned presence, like one who had weathered countless storms.

Extinguishing the cigarette, he looked up, the violet eyes holding a cold gaze, falling on Fu Jingsheng’s face: "You are indeed an indispensable talent, but for those who betray me, I will show no mercy."

He too had his motives; that incident years ago had to be settled personally by him.

Moreover, power should be firmly grasped, with no room for any threat.

"Yes." Fu Jingsheng lowered his eyes, now compliant.

Fu Jingsheng was discovered by this man when he was rescued by Song Yi and went abroad.

Shen Chengyu, a mixed-race individual, also the top leader of the T Organization, thirty-five years old, gentlemanly yet elegant. In reality, he saw only interests, devoid of emotions.

Sentiment is a laughable and cheap thing in the battle arena of interests.

"Fu Jingsheng." Shen Chengyu smiled, his eyes also filled with laughter, the coldness never reaching his eyes: "Don’t let me find proof that you deliberately let them go."

He was a smart man, not easily fooled, and Fu Jingsheng was an all-rounder; if he wanted something erased, almost no one could uncover it.

Fu Jingsheng was a talented intelligence member of the T Organization, a genius doctor, and an excellent combatant.

Shen Chengyu had spent many years cultivating such a talent, and he wouldn’t let go easily.

Not everyone was like Fu Jingsheng, gifted and able to learn anything.

Fu Jingsheng tilted his head, raising an eyebrow: "That means you’re already looking."

Shen Chengyu replied slowly: "If you hadn’t done it, how could I find it?"

"Heh..." Fu Jingsheng laughed: "I’ll be going now."

"I’ll find a way to bring them back," Fu Jingsheng said. "Gu Chu is innocent; you can spare her life."

He owed Gu Chu, and this was the time to repay it. This was the best he could do.

Shen Chengyu gave a light laugh: "I will consider it based on your performance."

...

Fu Jingsheng came out, his expression cold.

Shen Chengyu had obviously sensed something and was giving him a warning.

Obedience? Fu Jingsheng gave a cold laugh, his eyes gleaming coldly, as he looked up at the distant sky.

In his dictionary, the words "obedience" do not exist.

Shen Chengyu is indeed a cold-blooded person, and he certainly has strength, he can cultivate someone like Fu Jingsheng, and make people like Gu Nanjiu be his subordinates.

He can further make Wen Mu exhaust all efforts to cooperate with him, enough to prove his strength and capability.

But the kind of cold-blooded people he cultivates are just like him, cold-blooded, with their own opinions, and only see interests.

Fu Jingsheng is like this, leaving the T Organization, with his skills, the world is so big, it’s impossible for him not to find a place to settle.

...

The streetlights illuminated the desolate street.

Suddenly, a car sped past, followed quickly by a few others in pursuit.

Shen Chengyu stared at the surveillance, his face calm, his gaze even calmer.

He had long expected this to happen, he knew Fu Jingsheng would run, and Song Yi was definitely let go on purpose by him.

Song Yi had the secrets he needed, he had confirmed that she was the person from back then, she had to live.

"The people I train either stay by my side or go to hell."

Fu Jingsheng could hear this sentence, the connection had not been cut.

He was driving, watching the rearview mirror at those catching up.

"Go to hell?" Fu Jingsheng sneered: "Is hell opened by you, or is King Yama your father? You decide when to go?"

The next second, Fu Jingsheng’s car made a sudden drift at the corner, turning the car to face the pursuing cars head-on.

That stance was intended to crash head-on and die together.

Such audacity startled the drivers of the cars chasing him.

The cars immediately backed off, while Fu Jingsheng almost floored the accelerator.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Jingsheng opened the car door and jumped out from the speeding car, rolling several times on the road.

"Tsk—" His entire body was bruised from the ground, jumping out at such speed, any normal person would be dead.

He gritted his teeth, propping himself up to crawl into the depths of the alley.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind rapidly approaching the back of his head.

Almost out of instinct, he bent down.

A bullet whizzed over his head, seeming to cut through the cold wind, sharp and piercing.

"Shit!" Fu Jingsheng gritted his teeth: "Scared the hell out of me."

"Just because I’m good-looking and smart, I have to get my head blown off?!"

Cursing as he ran deeper into the alley.

Now, he was relying solely on his mouth to fight back because both his legs and elbows were injured. Taking them head-on would certainly be seeking death.

Moreover, if he couldn’t find a good hiding place now, given his current condition, he would definitely be caught.

This was the countryside, with very few people around. A rural backwater.

Fu Jingsheng felt his hands and feet must be bleeding, not knowing what he hit while jumping out, and now it hurt like hell.

Those behind him, relentless in their pursuit.

Fu Jingsheng gritted his teeth and jumped into a pitch-black pond.

This day, he was injured again, the pain...

...

Because he had practiced almost everything, including holding his breath, he could do it too. Those people chased up and searched for a long time but couldn’t find him, so they had to return.

Fu Jingsheng escaped a disaster because he was more familiar with the roads in this area.

He climbed out of the pond, the cold making him shiver uncontrollably, soaked to the skin, feeling like his bones were about to freeze.

He had no communication device on him now, nor a penny.

If he had a communication device, Shen Chengyu would definitely trace it and find his location.

He wrung out the water from his clothes, teeth chattering from the cold, shivering, his hands and legs aching with piercing pain, from the cold to the core, these extremes barely bearable.

Right now, he must find a place to pull himself together.

Otherwise, if not shot dead, he would freeze to death or die from the pain.

"Mmph mmph mmph—help—mmph mmph mmph—" Suddenly, from an unknown direction came a woman’s muffled sobs.

Fu Jingsheng thought he was hallucinating from the pain.

He listened carefully again, realizing it wasn’t a hallucination, he could vaguely hear the sound of someone being dragged and struggling.

"Don’t damn well scream." A man’s rough roar: "In a place like this, no one will care if you yell, be compliant, and you’ll feel better later."

"I advise you to wise up and don’t bring trouble on yourself."

"Mmph mmph mmph—" The woman’s voice carried a sobbing tone, seemingly gagged by something.

Over there, the grass shook, the man’s voice coming from there.

Moonlight shone on the grass as if draped in a veil, gracefully beautiful.

Fu Jingsheng saw the man attempting to force the woman.

"Ahem—" Fu Jingsheng gave a slight cough, instantly drawing the attention of those there.

The man’s gaze almost wanted to swallow him while the woman looked for help, seeing hope.

Fu Jingsheng: "Brother, I mean no harm, you can continue, just later when you take off your clothes, give them to me."

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