Chapter Seventy-Two: The Female Assassin

Liu Jingye was speaking the truth; many women's peak moments are shaped by their first or second boyfriends. Yuan Xiaoying squinted at him, watching his hands clawing and scratching in the air, then kicked off her high heels and launched a flying kick at him.

Liu Jingye sidestepped easily, dodging her attack. He smoothly caught her ankle and pulled her toward him, causing Yuan Xiaoying to tumble into his arms to keep her balance.

Without hesitation, Liu Jingye pressed his lips to hers.

He chuckled inwardly, thinking, “Once something happens, it’s bound to happen again. The beginning of a relationship is always awkward—you don’t know the other’s feelings, and you’re afraid to make a move and offend. But once the ice is broken, everything else follows naturally.”

Though inexperienced, Liu Jingye understood the principle of boldness, caution, and thick skin. He would never let an opportunity slip by.

“If the girl comes to me on her own, she must be here for a date. Let her feign some restraint, struggle a little, but in the end, she’ll yield!”

He felt as if he were parched in the heat and then drank down a bottle of ice-cold juice—refreshing, delicious, and exactly what he needed.

Yuan Xiaoying’s cheeks flushed red. As she felt Liu Jingye’s passion ignite, she hurriedly pushed him away, her lips shining as she whispered, “Behave yourself, there are people outside.”

Liu Jingye glanced sideways and saw the same woman still lingering in the yard. Catching his gaze, she quickly turned and walked away.

“Let her watch if she wants,” Liu Jingye said indifferently. “You envy her figure, but she envies you for having a good man. Which do you think is more important?”

“A good man? You?” Yuan Xiaoying scoffed.

“That depends on your criteria,” Liu Jingye replied. “If you value character, temperament, and ability, then I’m a good man. If you judge by kissing alone, I admit I’m a novice—I need more practice, and I need a partner.”

“Scoundrel!” Yuan Xiaoying fluttered her lashes, scolding him, then closed her eyes willingly.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Five minutes later, both were breathless, and Yuan Xiaoying suddenly stood up, clutching her half-open blouse and glaring.

Liu Jingye responded, “Doing what I want to do!”

“Don’t push your luck!” Yuan Xiaoying snapped. “Is now really the time for romance?”

Liu Jingye looked at her, puzzled, as Yuan Xiaoying explained, “We just received intel: members of the ‘Black Sun’ assassin organization have begun arriving in the city. Their numbers are unclear, their identities impossible to discern. They’re dangerous, and may bring a terrifying storm.”

Bang! Before her words finished, a dull clang echoed from the iron gate in the yard. Both looked up—it was the same woman from before, who stumbled in and waved apologetically. “Sorry, I think I left my phone inside.”

She staggered in, went straight to Liu Jingye’s computer desk, and picked up a phone from beneath the monitor that even Liu Jingye hadn’t noticed.

“Sorry, my apologies.” The woman awkwardly grabbed her phone and left, remembering to close the iron gate behind her.

“She’s really something,” Yuan Xiaoying grumbled, then continued, “That assassin organization is extremely dangerous. Every member is an utter desperado...”

Yuan Xiaoying launched into a tirade about the organization, while Liu Jingye furrowed his brow, lost in thought about the woman. When had she put the phone there? What was her purpose? If it was just to leave it behind, why choose the computer desk?

Who was this woman who suddenly showed up wanting to try out for a job? Was she really just an unemployed young woman?

Yuan Xiaoying kept talking about the assassins, but Liu Jingye raised a hand to stop her. “Big sister, are you here just to boost others’ morale and kill our own? Losing confidence before battle is the biggest mistake—you’re shaking the troops.”

Yuan Xiaoying quickly closed her mouth. “No, I just remembered it and mentioned it. My real reason for coming is to ask you to go shopping with me!”

Liu Jingye collapsed back, exhausted. “Sis, how are these two things related?”

“Don’t call me ‘sis.’ I’m not older than you.”

Liu Jingye immediately puffed out his chest, muscles bulging. “You’re right, maybe not as big as mine.”

“Looking for trouble…” Yuan Xiaoying fumed. “Dragon Claw Strike of No Descendants...”

At last, driven by Liu Jingye’s repeated teasing, Yuan Xiaoying unleashed her signature move, surprising and delighting him.

Normally, this tactic would be used by men, but Yuan Xiaoying was so eager—this was the perfect breakthrough.

But when she grabbed his most vulnerable spot, instead of blushing or getting flustered, she froze, her eyes blazing with anger. “Why so limp? After all that kissing, you have no reaction. What’s going on?”

Liu Jingye was stunned. He’d had a reaction earlier, but when he remembered the strange woman, his mind wandered and everything faded.

He was about to explain when Yuan Xiaoying’s eyes suddenly gleamed with sharp intelligence. She grabbed his neck and demanded, “Tell me, did you fool around with that woman just now? Did you already release once, and so now you’re limp?”

“No, no!” Liu Jingye shook his head, face red.

“Wait…” Yuan Xiaoying bent down and picked up a long, straight, black hair from the neatly folded quilt. Smooth and glossy, she exploded in fury. “Whose hair is this? That woman was blonde, so whose black hair is this?”

Liu Jingye knew it was left by Chen Yuxin last night—he hadn’t expected it to be found in the bedding.

Yuan Xiaoying sat up, her gaze sharp as lightning, scanning the room. She whispered her analysis, “If it wasn’t just now, it was last night. A woman stayed in this room, you drank together—a lot—liquid courage, drunken desires, then you ended up in bed. In the middle of the night, she got up. She left not more than two hours ago. Am I right?”

Crack! Yuan Xiaoying whipped her head around, glaring at Liu Jingye. At the same moment, the gloomy sky split with a flash of lightning and thunder, making Liu Jingye jump.

It wasn’t the thunder that frightened him, but Yuan Xiaoying’s analytical skill. Aside from the actual act, her reconstruction matched almost exactly what happened last night with Chen Yuxin.

No wonder people say that when women are catching cheaters, their imagination rivals that of artists, their intelligence approaches Einstein, their insight is like Holmes, their combat prowess equals Ip Man, and their financial tactics outstrip Heshen.

Many seasoned veterans warn the younger men: never mess with women—they are opponents you cannot defeat.

Yuan Xiaoying glared fiercely at him. Now that she was his girlfriend, not a fake spouse, she had every right to lose her temper.

Liu Jingye’s mind raced; he was on the edge of a cliff. How could he cover it up?

The old hands taught: when a woman goes on a rampage, the best solution is to push her down, give her an unforgettable experience, and all troubles melt away.

Liu Jingye gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up, and tore open his T-shirt, revealing his muscular torso. Yuan Xiaoying was startled, “What are you doing?”

Of course, Liu Jingye didn’t dare push her down—she was armed. He simply pointed to his wounded shoulder and arm, and explained solemnly, “I didn’t want to tell you, but since you found out, I have no choice. Yes, a woman stayed here last night. She checked in as a guest, then asked to drink with me, pretended to be drunk, lay on my bed, and in the middle of the night, got up and attacked me. I think she must be the assassin from the Black Sun organization you mentioned!”

“What?” Yuan Xiaoying was shocked, shouting, “A female assassin was here?”

Then Liu Jingye began to improvise, turning it into the most brutal battle of his life. Yuan Xiaoying was completely stunned.

Meanwhile, outside the gate, the stunning woman who’d come for the job had her ear pressed to the door. Hearing Yuan Xiaoying’s shout, she nearly fell inside.

She steadied herself and hurried away, glancing around to ensure no one was nearby. She pulled out her phone and spoke, “Boss, Liu Jingye is not simple. I thought my disguise was flawless, I was even ready to give myself up to gain his trust, but he saw through me. He and a female police officer are discussing me and our organization. What should I do?”

“What happened?” the other end asked.

The woman replied, “I had already gotten close to Liu Jingye, and I could tell he was attracted to me. But just as I was about to make my move, a female cop barged in and forced me out. I eavesdropped outside, and they talked about our group. To test if they had seen through me, I went back to retrieve the bugging device I’d left disguised as a phone. It seemed they hadn’t detected me, but just now the female cop shouted ‘a female assassin was here.’ I was afraid they’d discovered me, so I left immediately and contacted you.”

“That female cop isn’t simple either,” the boss analyzed calmly. “You did the right thing. They must have figured you out and are planning to capture you and interrogate you about our group. Luckily, you were disguised and didn’t show your real face. Come back, we’ll find another way to get close to Liu Jingye.”

“Understood!” The glamorous woman hurried off toward the village entrance, not looking back.

Had Liu Jingye known she was sent by the assassin organization, he would have been shocked. If he knew a killer had been frightened off by his fabricated story and Yuan Xiaoying’s booming voice, he would have been speechless.

As always, things unfold with dramatic twists, and the stage is set for the terrifying storm to come...