"I..." May was rendered speechless once again.

Facing Lin Chuan's overwhelming questioning, May felt his extensive knowledge suddenly useless. All he could do was watch as he was scolded and humiliated by Lin Chuan. After struggling for a while, he finally said, "Lin Chuan, you say you like Song Xiaojia, then show me the evidence of your love for her!"

Rip...

Suddenly, Lin Chuan tore open his shirt, revealing a fierce expanse of chest.

"Look closely," Lin Chuan patted his chest.

May took a good look and was almost scared out of his wits. Lin Chuan's chest was covered with scars, like centipedes crawling across it. Lin Chuan pointed to two of the wounds and said, "These two scars are from when I went to Yemen to rescue Xiao Jia. They had the advantage in numbers, and I was alone, overwhelmed by their power, but luckily, I managed to save her. It was nearly fatal, but I was fearless!"

Observing the scars on Lin Chuan's chest, May finally lowered his proud head.

Sigh...

He sighed deeply and then said, "Yes, you're right. Even though I come from a powerful background and have a high level of education, my fatal flaw is that I'm afraid of death. I don't have your courage, and perhaps I cannot protect Song Xiaojia like you do. So, I've decided to step aside and let you have her."

"Really?" Upon hearing this, a flicker of excitement appeared on Song Xiaojia's face.

"Lin Chuan, actually you're right," May suddenly raised his head, showing a smile, "I'm just stubborn at heart and unwilling to let go. When something that belongs to me is suddenly taken away by someone else, I'm even more reluctant to let go. Now you've taught me a lot. This time, I let go. Similarly, I thank you!"

"You're welcome!" Lin Chuan gestured grandly with his hand and said, "If you're going to stand up to pee, then show some guts. It's normal for a man to get hurt, and scars are a badge of honor."

"Right!" May nodded firmly. He suddenly realized that every scar on Lin Chuan was a badge of honor.

May made a firm resolution in his heart to join the military. He planned to leave here and join the army to change himself, to experience the battlefield and be tempered by war.

May quickly left the café, leaving only Lin Chuan and Song Xiaojia in the private room.

Song Xiaojia, elated, looked at Lin Chuan and excitedly said, "Oh my gosh, Lin Chuan, am I seeing this right? May actually gave up?"

"Of course you're seeing it right!" Lin Chuan chuckled, "You should see who his opponent is. His opponent is me, so how could he not surrender to me?"

"Go away!" Song Xiaojia rolled her eyes at Lin Chuan, then said, "But, I think what you just said was so powerful. If I were your opponent, I'd probably be overwhelmed by you too. Hee hee, it's great, May is finally backing out of the engagement, so now I can be openly together with you."

Before Lin Chuan could speak, Song Xiaojia immediately pounced on him onto the couch.

Smack...

The two immediately began a long session of kissing.

Song Xiaojia was very proactive this time, her smooth tongue deftly slipped into Lin Chuan's mouth, and Lin Chuan eagerly caught her soft tongue, the two of them passionately starting to kiss deeply, a long kiss during which they switched various positions, sometimes with her on top, then him on top, at times rolling to the floor, and at times sprawled on the coffee table.

A blazing fire quickly ignited between them.

The flames burned continuously from their bodies.

Hiss...

Rip...

************

Lin Chuan was panting heavily, his pants down to his knees.

Thud thud thud...

Just as Lin Chuan was about to advance into battle, someone suddenly knocked on the door of the private room.

Lin Chuan and Song Xiaojia both froze, but Song Xiaojia quickly came to her senses. She hurriedly dressed, slipping into her clothes and pants, while Lin Chuan also hastened to pick up his pants. Annoyed, he asked, "Who is it?"

"Sir, your water delivery." Outside, a server's voice came through.

"Damn it!" Lin Chuan was infuriated.

With irritation, he opened the door. There, the server was holding a jug of Nongfu Spring water and said with a smile, "This is the water specially brought from our coffee shop for making coffee."

After speaking, the server quickly placed the jug of water on the side table. His gaze clearly noticed the state of disheveled dress between the man and the woman in the room, so he hurriedly left. However, by the time he was gone, Lin Chuan and Song Xiaojia had already lost their mood.

The two exchanged awkward smiles.

"We... we should leave too," Song Xiaojia said.

"Not willing to give it another try?" Lin Chuan tentatively asked.

"No, let's not." Song Xiaojia's face turned slightly red as she said, "Just now, it was too impulsive... that's why..."

"Haha..." Lin Chuan laughed and agreed, "Alright then, let's go."

Leaving the coffee shop, Song Xiaojia drove Lin Chuan back to Jiangbei City.

The drive there was silent, and the return was just as quiet, but the moods were definitely different. On the way there, Song Xiaojia's face was full of grief and anger, looking like a resentful wife. On the way back, however, she had an air of the girl-next-door, her face lit with a smile, like a bud ready to bloom.

......

After returning from the provincial capital, Lin Chuan spent his time at the transportation market.

It wasn't until nightfall that he left the transportation market. And under the starlight, he made his way back to Changlin Factory.

At the entrance of Changlin Factory, Lin Chuan encountered a familiar face. Aunt Zhou came face-to-face with him and couldn't resist engaging in a few words of conversation.

"Lin Chuan, you're back?" Aunt Zhou said with a smile.

"Yeah!" Lin Chuan nodded and said, "Aunt Zhou, where are you headed to?"

"Oh, just wandering around the night market to see if there's anything to buy," Aunt Zhou said with a laugh.

Saying she was going to the night market was actually code for looking for cheap vegetables and discounted meat. The elderly folks from Changlin Factory were used to living frugally. Everyday around eight or nine o'clock, they would all coincidentally visit the nearby supermarkets and markets. Because at that time, the supermarkets would slash prices on fruits and vegetables. So, they would seize that moment to purchase groceries and fruits. This had become a habit for the elders at Changlin Factory.

"Then take your time," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

"Lin Chuan, now that you're such a big boss, why don't you buy a house nearby?" Aunt Zhou asked curiously, "With your current capabilities, buying a house should be a piece of cake, right? Why do you insist on coming back to this decrepit place to live every day?"

Lin Chuan paused, then smiled and said, "I used to think about it when my mom was still around, wanting to take care of her. Now that my mom is gone, I've completely lost the interest. It doesn't matter to me anymore since I'm alone."

As soon as Mrs. Lin was mentioned, Aunt Zhou immediately started wiping tears from her eyes.

"Sigh, your mom, she left us too young," Aunt Zhou said, dabbing her tears with a handkerchief, "After waiting hard for eight years, her son finally came back. She barely got to see her son become something before she was gone..."

Aunt Zhou's words plunged Lin Chuan into sorrow as well.

Only after Aunt Zhou finished expressing her feelings did Lin Chuan leave. But now, his mood was even heavier and more painful. Clenching his teeth, he was in deep distress. On his way back to Changlin Factory, his steps became even heavier.

Unbeknownst to him, just twenty meters away in a clump of bushes, the black barrel of a gun poked out from the weeds. Hidden among the bushes was a man wearing black camouflage, equipped with night vision goggles, and holding a sniper rifle. This was professional gear for long-distance sniping. The equipment, made in the United States, was extremely rare on the black market in China; even if available, it would certainly be hard to come by.

The assassin lay in wait quietly, using the night vision device to clearly see Lin Chuan twenty meters away, stepping closer and closer into his sniping range.

The assassin's hidden position was excellent. The area was dense with bushes and weeds, and although there were also many mosquitoes and bugs, for an assassin, if one couldn't overcome these minor troubles, then one wouldn't deserve the title of Assassin.

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