"Mr. He, this is a gift for you."
Lü Shouxian snapped his fingers at the waiter. The waiter slowly pulled back the red drape on the iron cage.
Sitting in the main seat, He Ting held a red - wine glass in his hand. Leaning lazily against the backrest of the European - style soft chair, his long and narrow fox - like eyes were filled with arrogance and mischief.
He had seen this way of giving gifts too many times and didn't take it seriously anymore.
The red drape was slowly pulled back. Inside was a thick layer of red roses, and a woman in a white dress was lying asleep on the flowers.
The colorful lights in the private room made the woman's body look colorful. He Ting couldn't see her face clearly, but a familiar aura assailed him.
He uncrossed his legs and fixed his cold eyes on the woman.
At this moment, the woman seemed to hear the commotion outside and slowly opened her eyes. The moment she raised her head, He Ting's eyes suddenly widened.
It was her!
Seeing He Ting's expression change from indifference to shock, Lü Shouxian beside him flattered with a smile, "Mr. He, are you satisfied with the gift I prepared for you?"
He Ting was dressed in black. His cold and murderous eyes slowly turned to Lü Shouxian. He spat out a single word in a low voice, "Get out!"
Those eyes like abysses made Lü Shouxian tremble slightly, but he still plucked up his courage and said, "I don't ask for anything else, sir. I just hope Mr. He can be kind enough to spare my son this time."
After saying what he wanted to say, Lü Shouxian took the waiter and quickly left the private room.
An Ke slowly climbed up, covering her throbbing head, and slowly walked towards the door of the iron cage.
He Ting had been watching her, and she had been looking at the man who stared at her intently. For some reason, the moment she saw him, a lot of memory fragments flooded into her mind.
Mission, wedding, diamond ring, explosion, corpse...
So many that her head was about to explode.
But she just couldn't piece these fragments together to form a complete picture.
Her head hurt so much. It was so uncomfortable.
The door was locked, and An Ke couldn't open it at all. She could only look at He Ting through the bars of the iron cage.
This man's eyes were like an endless abyss, as if he could make her fall into eternal damnation at any time. But why, instead of being afraid, did she feel... familiar?
He Ting got up and walked over step by step. He grabbed the iron door with his right hand and gave it a hard tug. The firm lock broke easily.
Opening the cage door, He Ting grabbed her slender wrist and suddenly pulled her into his arms. He stared deeply into her slightly pale face, "An Ke, you're finally back!"
Although he gritted his teeth, An Ke actually heard a hint of grievance in his voice.
"Let go of me!" Out of professional habit, she quickly stepped out of his embrace and kept a safe distance from him. He Ting frowned and tightened his grip involuntarily. "You want to leave?"
An Ke's eyes darkened. Her cold gaze swept across his big hand. Suddenly, she raised her hand like a knife and slashed at He Ting's temple.
The man was quick - witted and caught her wrist. He gave her a hard push. An Ke, who had been fed several sleeping pills by Lü Shouxian, staggered back a few steps. The back of her head and her back hit the iron cage heavily. A layer of bloodstains immediately appeared on her fair back, and her head began to feel dizzy.
"I don't know you at all!" An Ke still showed no sign of fear. She stared at He Ting fiercely, with a sharp coldness in her eyes and no trace of emotion.
She took steps towards He Ting. With each step closer, her temple hurt a little more.
This man gave her a very strange feeling.
Because of the sleeping pills and the remaining effects of the medicine, her steps were a bit wobbly, and her combat ability was only half of normal. But even if she was weaker, she wouldn't put the enemy in her eyes.
He Ting stared at her cold eyes, filled with boundless hatred.
Three years ago, this woman had stabbed countless holes in his heart. Three years later, she did the same thing again, pretending not to know him and hurting him. It was really... too hateful!
At this moment, An Ke had walked up to He Ting.
"Let me out, or I'll make you know what it means to live in hell!"
The man sneered and suddenly pinched her chin. He looked at her face coldly. "I've been living in hell for the past three years. Why don't you show me your skills and see if you can make it even worse for me?"
An Ke tightened her fist again involuntarily. In her eyes, He Ting's words were undoubtedly a provocation. But after the previous fight, she didn't dare to act rashly anymore.
"Hehe, a grown man bullying a defenseless woman. If word gets out, won't people laugh their heads off?"
"Let them laugh. When you betrayed me back then, I was already laughed at by the whole city. It doesn't matter if they laugh at me one more time."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I'll make you understand slowly in the future."
As he was speaking, An Ke's right hand quietly touched the inside of her thigh. Her sharp nails pierced the flesh, and she took out a thin blade about five centimeters long. She suddenly pressed it against his neck. With just a little more force, the blade would cut through He Ting's throat.
"What about now? Do you still dare to talk about the future?" An Ke sneered.
He Ting looked at An Ke calmly, as if he had already expected this situation.
Seeing that he didn't move, An Ke pressed the blade in half a centimeter. Blood immediately oozed out and flowed down the sharp and cold blade. "Let me tell you, don't provoke me, or..."
Before An Ke could finish, He Ting suddenly grabbed her wrist. His thumb pressed on her acupoint and gave it a hard press. An Ke only felt a numbness in her right arm. Her fingers loosened, and the blade fell silently to the ground.
Then, the man pressed her shoulders and pinned her against the iron cage not far behind. His thin lips suddenly covered hers.
Soft, sweet, fragrant...
He had dreamed of this feeling for three years, and he would dream about it every night.
He had searched for her for three years but couldn't find her anywhere. He thought he would have to spend the rest of his life with just his right hand. Unexpectedly, she was suddenly sent to him by that bastard Lü Shouxian.
A strange feeling suddenly swept through An Ke's body.
She stared at He Ting's handsome face getting closer.
Why?
Why did she can't help but want to respond?
Why was her heart restless?
Even... even she shamefully wanted to moan?
"Get out!"
This feeling made An Ke irritated. She pushed He Ting hard, but a sharp pain suddenly hit the back of her head...
He Ting kissed deeply. Just as he was about to take further action, the woman in his arms suddenly went limp. He opened his eyes and saw that she had fainted!
"Damn it!"
He cursed under his breath. Then He Ting picked up the unconscious An Ke and quickly walked out of the private room.