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The night was heavy, and the air in June and July changed like a child's face, shifting unpredictably.
As if sensing the sudden change in the atmosphere, the wind rushing into the house grew increasingly restless, desperately seeking refuge.
It was like moths drawn to a flame.
Suddenly, a brilliant flash of lightning split the sky, followed closely by a rumble of thunder.
The thunder rolled ominously, signaling an impending storm.
Zhao Yani emerged from the kitchen and walked over to close the window. She then playfully chided Mu Zhongde, "It's going to rain, and you still don't know to close the window? You're really giving me a headache."
As the leader of the Unification Alliance, only his woman would dare to express such a sentiment. Moreover, she was the one he cherished most.
Mu Zhongde smiled, much like a flower trying to please a beautiful woman. "Well, with you here, I naturally have nothing to worry about."
Seeing Mu Zhongde's slightly spoiled demeanor, Zhao Yani rolled her eyes at him. Yet amidst her playful glare, there was no trace of anger; instead, her face radiated happiness that seemed ready to burst forth.
Jufeng felt an unexpected twinge of compassion in his heart. However, such was life; how could he not feel for them?
Zhao Yani had come out to call everyone for dinner. Her first collaboration with Ikeda Masahiro had gone smoothly; it didn't take long for her to prepare six exquisite dishes and a bowl of fresh vegetable soup.
Zhao Yani pushed Mu Zhongde toward the kitchen while Jufeng made his way over himself. The four of them took their seats at the table, surrounded by love yet each lost in their own thoughts.
How should they eat this meal? And how could they possibly find an appetite?
Noticing the varied expressions on the three faces before her, Zhao Yani raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "Why aren't you all eating? Honey, why aren't you using your chopsticks?"
Mu Zhongde could face life and death calmly, but he found it impossible to let go of his emotions. After leaving Hua Gang, his attitude towards feelings had changed drastically; he had cherished the past two months, making it all the more difficult to part with them.
However, he didn't want Zhao Yani to notice his turmoil, so he could only force a smile and prepare to explain himself.
Just then, a voice interrupted him before he could speak.
"Sister Zhao, Yani and I won't start eating yet. As the host, Mu Ge naturally feels embarrassed to pick up his chopsticks first. I was just stunned by this table full of delicacies. I didn't expect Sister Zhao to be skilled both in the kitchen and in entertaining guests. I'm truly impressed. I'll dig in now."
With that, Jufeng picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a dish in front of him, and began to chew with delight. His lips moved as he continuously made sounds of approval, clearly enchanted by the food.
Seeing Jufeng enjoy the meal so much brought Zhao Yani great joy. She smiled and said, "This isn't all my doing; Yahui helped prepare half of the dishes! You’re in for a treat from now on!"
Ikeda Masahiro listened and smiled politely, but her mind was already elsewhere. She observed Jufeng's unusual behavior with confusion but joined him in enjoying the meal.
Mu Zhongde looked at Jufeng with gratitude, feeling relieved. He turned to Zhao Yani and spoke in an unusually warm and happy tone.
"I’ve always been fortunate."
Finally, under Jufeng's lead, the meal began. The four of them chatted casually as if they were family, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
However, mealtime is limited; six dishes and a soup were soon finished. With the two men’s vigorous chewing, several plates quickly reached the bottom.
Jufeng held his bowl and scooped the last bite into his mouth. Before he could set down his chopsticks, his movements suddenly froze mid-air.
But it was only for a moment before he returned to normal; aside from Mu Zhongde, neither of the two women noticed anything amiss.
Seeing this, Mu Zhongde slowly set down his utensils and turned to Zhao Yani with an exceptionally gentle and happy expression.
"Yani," Mu Zhongde said softly to the woman beside him, "let's not clean up the table just yet. Come, sit with me in the study for a while; Liu Feng and the others will take care of themselves."
Zhao Yani was taken aback by the words, slowly placing the bowl and chopsticks on the table. She looked at Mu Zhongde with a puzzled expression, then glanced at Jufeng.
“Zhongde, we…”
Mu Zhongde took Zhao Yani's hand, stopping her from continuing. He turned his wheelchair and headed towards the study with her.
The two figures disappeared behind the door, while Ikeda Masahiro watched them leave before turning to Jufeng beside him.
“Will it be a farewell?”
Willow Branch, Yangguan Melody, another year of parting.
Ikeda Masahiro's tone was filled with deep sadness and sorrow. She was unaware of Mu Zhongde's various misdeeds or the complicated grievances with Jufeng; she only perceived the profound affection between Mu Zhongde and Zhao Yani.
Indeed, their relationship was enviable—deeply affectionate, like phoenixes singing together. It was especially admirable to women, who looked on with envy and admiration. Ikeda Masahiro felt that they were like celestial lovers in the mundane world, envying the mandarin ducks rather than immortals; this was the kind of love most girls dreamed of.
However, Ikeda Masahiro also knew that Jufeng had been quietly staying in this city of Hanzhong for two weeks, not merely to witness the couple's affection. With the ongoing conflicts in Huaguo and Underworld, as the leader at the eye of the storm, he had no leisure to spare.
Time would not be wasted without reason; Jufeng's presence here was undoubtedly for significant matters that would benefit him. Thus, Ikeda Masahiro realized that Zhao Yani's beloved man might soon be leaving.
Looking at the table full of dishes, Ikeda Masahiro felt an inexplicable emptiness inside. Her question to Jufeng was merely instinctive; deep down, she already understood.
Jufeng did not directly answer Ikeda Masahiro's question because he knew she understood everything already. Instead, he said something somewhat unrelated.
“It’s raining outside; I hope those out there bring us an umbrella.”
With that, Jufeng stood up and walked outside without taking Ikeda Masahiro's hand.
The three-layered door of Youzucheng was pushed open, revealing a dark crowd of dozens outside. At the forefront stood a woman with a clear and serene face, though not particularly beautiful. The bangs on her forehead were slightly dampened by the rain, sticking to one side of her cheek.
Beside the woman stood a spirited young man, his gaze sharp and commanding, exuding an air of authority. Jufeng glanced at him, noticing that his presence was even more formidable than before, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment. The young man, taken by surprise, bowed deeply in response, his face flushing slightly.
Gou Hongbo, the vice-captain of the Haidongqing Special Operations Team, was the bodyguard assigned by Jufeng to watch over Mu Shu.
Mu Shu looked at Jufeng as he opened the door, showing no signs of surprise or excitement; her expression remained as calm as ever, much like when she had gone alone to Washing City to negotiate with Jufeng, stubborn as a rock.
However, Jufeng was not alone in the sight of those present. Behind him stood a stunningly beautiful woman. In this regard, Mu Shu felt no need to compare herself to her; she did not feel inferior in any way.
Inside and outside the room, people crowded into the narrow space at the doorway, creating an eerily silent scene.
Suddenly, a rumbling thunder echoed from outside, deafening and seemingly urging something forward.
With that, Mu Shu stepped forward and walked into the room.
(To be continued)
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