Chapter One Hundred: The Omnipotent King

“Let’s consummate the marriage now—don’t leave any regrets in life!” Yuan Xiaoying said despairingly, yet with a hint of shyness and excitement.

Liu Jingye was startled, then caught up in the emotion. He looked up only to smack his head against the chair, the pain sending stars before his eyes, finally forcing himself to calm down.

“Big sister, consummating the marriage here doesn’t seem quite right, does it?” Liu Jingye said weakly.

“We’re both practically on death’s door; who cares if I consummate on the street?” Yuan Xiaoying was utterly reckless now.

“Damn, this is way out of hand,” Liu Jingye thought with a black cloud over his mind. “What now? It’s spiraling out of control. I’ll just have to carry the lie through to the end.”

He pondered and said, “I understand how you feel right now, but I don’t want to take advantage of the situation. Consummation is sacred and pure; at the very least, it should be mutual and voluntary, carried out when emotions overflow. Doing it under the threat of death is just a last desperate attempt to make amends.”

“We’re about to die anyway, why so many words? At worst, I’ll keep it down when I call you,” Yuan Xiaoying said.

Liu Jingye smiled bitterly. “What if I cut the wrong wire? What if none of us die? What if you regret it after an impulsive consummation?”

Yuan Xiaoying froze—indeed, acting on impulse now, if the bomb threat ended, she’d have lost her last ‘security.’ What would happen then? How would she get along with Liu Jingye? Would he still tolerate her bossiness?

A woman’s most domineering period over a man is before they sleep together; afterward, she must find ways to please him.

“I haven’t had enough days of being the ‘boss’ yet!” Yuan Xiaoying thought.

“Look, how about this?” Liu Jingye suddenly suggested. “I’ll dismantle the chair, carry the whole thing, and we go home for a proper, solid consummation. Here, we just can’t fully relax!”

Yuan Xiaoying suddenly changed her tone, quietly reaching out to lightly grasp Liu Jingye’s shoulder, her voice soft and sincere. “No need for all that trouble. I’ve thought it through. Consummation or not doesn’t matter anymore. What I know is that I’ve married you this lifetime, in front of my parents and friends, officially becoming your wife. Though our time together has been short, every moment was joyful. That’s enough for me.

We’ve never fought, no mother-in-law conflicts, no third parties. My life is already perfect. There’s no need to complicate things. What if after consummating, you find you can’t perform, or I’m not satisfied? Why leave regrets?”

“If I can’t perform and you’re not satisfied, isn’t that the same thing?” Liu Jingye thought bitterly but could feel the sincerity in Yuan Xiaoying’s words.

She whispered, “My only regret is that I can’t bear you children in this life, but it’s okay. We share the same year, month, and day of death. In the next life, we will continue our bond. You cut the wires—no matter life or death, I’ll be with you.”

Yuan Xiaoying’s genuine feelings flowed forth, hot tears falling onto Liu Jingye’s back as if seeping into his heart.

He didn’t understand what love felt like, nor the full meaning of a woman’s tears. Yet from his heart, her words warmed him deeply; a dedication to life and death, to never part or abandon, stirred him profoundly.

Then, he used a nail clipper to cut two power lines, crawling out from beneath her skirt.

Yuan Xiaoying was startled, panicked. “You’re coming out now? Are you going to die already? Can’t you wait a moment?”

“Can death wait?” Liu Jingye said in surprise.

Yuan Xiaoying hesitated. “I mean, I wanted to strike a beautiful pose—like a passionate embrace, a fiery kiss—and then disappear in the fireworks, tragic and beautiful.”

This woman’s heart was enormous… Liu Jingye sighed heavily, reached out, pulled her up from the chair, and effortlessly held her in his arms.

“Ah…” Yuan Xiaoying let out a sharp scream, burying her head in his chest, terrified, shouting, “It’s over, I’m dead, I’m dead…”

Liu Jingye’s expression darkened like still water, but he did not mock her. Having witnessed too much death, he knew no one escapes the fear of dying. At that moment, shouting, crying, collapsing, even losing control, were common reactions. Yuan Xiaoying’s response was perfectly normal, even brave.

“Hey, no loud noises in the theater! Keep it up and you’ll be asked to leave!” Suddenly, a staff member’s sharp voice cut through the tension, bringing Yuan Xiaoying back to calm. She turned to see a flashlight beam shining on her.

Liu Jingye quickly waved his hands apologetically. “Sorry, she got scared by a murder scene.”

“Scared by a cartoon?” The staff scoffed, shutting off the flashlight. “Watch it!”

“Eh, the bomb didn’t explode? We’re saved?” Yuan Xiaoying looked around in astonishment, joy flooding her. She hugged Liu Jingye tightly, tilted her head, and fiercely bit his lips.

They collapsed into the seat, kissing desperately, releasing the tension from moments ago; the joy from surviving death is something only those who experience it can truly understand.

When they nearly suffocated, Yuan Xiaoying let go, giving a thumbs-up with heartfelt praise. “You’re a master—master of shooting, bomb disposal, demolition, and investigation. Tell me, what other tricks do you have?”

Liu Jingye scratched his head, deadpan. “Shooting cannons.”

“Pervert…” Yuan Xiaoying was about to scold, but Liu Jingye quickly explained, “I mean rocket launchers, mortars, high-caliber guns, cannons, howitzers—I can operate them all!”

Hmph… Yuan Xiaoying snorted but excitedly said, “What exactly happened just now? Which wire did you cut?”

“I cut the one matching the color of your underwear. Actually, you wore bright red today, so it wasn’t stained by other colors,” Liu Jingye explained.

“Really?” Yuan Xiaoying was surprised. “Maybe I was in such a rush this morning that I grabbed whatever without noticing.”

Liu Jingye smiled awkwardly with her. In truth, he had cut both wires. The electric detonator has no positive or negative leads; the different colors are just to prevent miswiring when connecting multiple detonators. Once the lead is cut, the bomb becomes inert.

“That’s great! Now we can watch the movie in peace!” Yuan Xiaoying breathed a sigh of relief, happily chatting. Liu Jingye nearly stumbled, rubbing his forehead. “How can your heart be so big? Sitting on a bomb watching a movie—is that like sitting on a lotus throne of a goddess?

That’s an electric detonator; it could explode any second.”

“Then let’s run!” Yuan Xiaoying stood and prepared to leave.

Liu Jingye grabbed her bag and pulled out his work ID; the silver police badge gleamed in the dark. “Sis, you’re a cop, right? Shouldn’t you call for backup first, then evacuate everyone and have bomb experts disarm it?”

“Hmm, you make a good point,” Yuan Xiaoying said. “Want to be a cop? They’re hiring temporary workers.”

“Temporary worker? No way. I don’t have the skills to take a bomb blast for you,” Liu Jingye shook his head vigorously.

Soon, Yuan Xiaoying contacted headquarters and summoned bomb disposal experts. Within five minutes, the advance team arrived, discreetly evacuated the crowd, and the demolition squad successfully disarmed the explosives.

What shocked Liu Jingye was that Yuan Xiaoying only said she accidentally discovered the bomb and didn’t mention it was a targeted attack against her.

“I don’t get it,” Liu Jingye said. “Why not tell the truth to seek police protection?”

Yuan Xiaoying shook her head. “I can’t tell the truth. First, I don’t want any more ties to Huang Xing. Those terrorists claim they have intelligence that I personally arrested Huang Xing and seized all his assets. If that rumor spreads, even though it’s false, I’d face internal investigations in this situation.

Besides, I said I accidentally found the bomb, foiled a terrorist attack, and saved countless innocent lives. That’s a great achievement—why not take credit?”

“Ah…” Liu Jingye sighed helplessly. “This is the terrifying power of authority—it blinds people, making them only want to win awards, get promoted, and make money, losing their true nature.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Yuan Xiaoying said with displeasure. “I just went along with the flow.”

“Do you realize what kind of horror lies behind this?” Liu Jingye said. “The enemy set up such a cunning trap for you. If there’s one, there must be more. This time was just a warning. Otherwise, they could have made it a triggered bomb, exploding the moment you sat down.

Their intent is clear—they want money. If you can’t meet their demands, next time they might get serious.”

“No worries. You’re here,” Yuan Xiaoying said carelessly.

“Me? Can I protect you twenty-four-seven? Fine, I’ll go home with you now,” Liu Jingye said.

“No, my mom and several relatives are staying with me. And you haven’t shown up lately; I told them you’re on a business trip. If you come over, I won’t know what to say,” Yuan Xiaoying said nervously. She was really afraid that being alone with Liu Jingye would lead to uncontrollable passion.

Liu Jingye didn’t expose her, calmly saying, “I advise you to take this seriously. This isn’t a joke. The people behind this are clearly drug lords from Vietnam coming to collect the last payment for Huang Xing’s drugs. They’re ruthless.

Like the guy who sold us tickets—clean-cut, timid, like a heartbroken high schooler.

But you must know, Vietnam has endured several large-scale wars in the past century and still stands strong. They’re fierce fighters, a nation of soldiers; even the elderly, women, and children have been trained to fight. Six or seven-year-old kids are taught to shoot and kill. They still hold the world’s largest hidden arsenal. This time, they infiltrated stealthily, making defense nearly impossible.”

Liu Jingye spoke the hard truth. The world only knows about the Golden Triangle’s drug production but not that most of its drugs are distributed worldwide by the Vietnamese.

“What should we do then?” Yuan Xiaoying naturally clung to Liu Jingye.

He smiled faintly. “If you ask me what to do, my answer is: take down every single one who comes our way.”