em. Thinking back, Jian Tong's personality three years ago... was indeed flamboyant. Falling from the mountaintop to the mud all at once, it wouldn't be surprising if she couldn't bear it for a while....Caine Fellor heard the word 'hunter' once again, and he found himself disliking it more and more.

The woman's eyes were incredibly clear, so rational. In that moment, he felt a sense of awkwardness as if he had been completely seen through.

Past money, present opportunity, she said, there's no difference.

He really wanted to say, yes, there's a difference.

But the next moment, there was no way to argue... Really, is there a difference

She spoke indirectly, and he naturally understood. If he weren't so proficient in Chinese characters, he could pretend not to understand.

Hands, gradually growing weak.

In his palm, there was no longer the warmth of another's body. He stared at the woman's arm, strangely, such a slender limb could so easily fill the emptiness in his palm.

It was strange, such a slender arm, once it left his palm, felt as if there were suddenly nothing there.

The woman before him was blurry in his sight, ethereal as if she were just an illusion.

Hunter

He hated the word.

Within her gaze, a rational response, the clarity of her eyes.

The afterglow swept across that waist-length black hair.

Not giving up!

Intense unwillingness!

Míngmíng once was so close, clearly within the palm of my hand, right before my eyes, just an arm's length away!

"You are wrong." He said, "It is you who has locked yourself in prison. The name of the prison is the past. Jian Tong, I look forward, you look back."

So, in your view, you'll never see me.

"Kane Felocchi, speaking with a fierce unwillingness and an inner urgency to control everything, asked the woman before him:

So, are you being fair to me

The woman's shoulders trembled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering lightly. Her pale lips parted and moved a few times... She was speechless.

Her gaze fell on the man's burning eyes, and she, in turn, became calm.

“If I still had the choice…” she paused, her eyes flickering slightly, “I would feign indifference and seek out Miller, giving up this opportunity to cooperate.”

"Hmph~ You don't want to owe me a favor, do you"

Yes.

She spoke silently.

but did not respond to him.

"Kane, anyway, I'm very grateful for your recommendation. Of course, when everything is over, I will give you a generous reward to repay your kindness in recommending me. You won't help me for nothing."

"Damn it, I want my reward!"

"But all I want in return," the man growled, his chest heaving violently as he stared at the woman across from him, "is you. Give yourself to me. That's all I accept."

Her head was throbbing, she just couldn't explain it.

Three years ago, I admitted that I was wrong.

"Don't you Chinese people have a saying that 'knowing one's mistakes and correcting them is the greatest of virtues'"

"Will you forever keep yourself locked in the past"

"Jian Tong!"

He rarely got excited, but Kane Ferrell stared at the retreating figure. He was a skilled hunter, always disciplined, but today, right now, he wasn't going to stick to that damn discipline!

He wanted to let loose!

He called her a gambler, but right now, he was the one gambling.

At the moment when that figure was about to disappear at the doorway, the man took a step forward, rushed over, and suddenly hugged that figure.

Jane stiffened abruptly, her lips pressed tightly together. The palm of her hand hanging at her side suddenly clenched... She pushed away, she wasn't used to people's closeness.

My mind was giving itself orders.

No unauthorized actions allowed.

She was a competent executor, and she needed to break free from the embrace behind her... The warmth was undeniable; Kane's chest radiated heat. For how many years, in those years counting down the days, had she yearned for this warmth It didn't necessarily have to be from a specific someone, anyone would do.

But after all these thousands of days, she had grown unaccustomed to being close to others.

Moreover, it's still the same person.

“I admit I’m despicable, but Jean Tong, please step out of the cage called the past.”

Having repeatedly mentioned "cage," she felt a strange irritability, even anger:

When have there ever been cages.

When did I live in the past again.

Mr. Caine, you might have delusions.

There is no such thing as a cage called the past.

Look at me, I'm living well now.

She was furious and shouted.

Struggling violently, to break free from that wide embrace.

"I don't understand what you're saying, all I know is that I am living well right now."

"Living well Really Jian Tong, you're a self-deceptive liar! Do you really live well With Jian Mo Bai's illness, and all the things happening in your family.

Jian Tong, do you dare to say that you live well

The man couldn't help but speak carelessly, the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. He forced himself to calm down, closed his eyes, and reopened them again, only to meet those long flowing locks. His gaze flickered, unable to contain himself, he blurted out:

Isn't there a point to living in the past

Then why are you keeping your hair so long Who are you waiting for

Are you waiting for Shen Xiujin

"He's that good"

Jian Tong's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, the color draining from her small features at an alarming rate.

"Let go!"

I'm lost, I've lost my composure.

Run.

Run away.

Just get away, that's all.

Run away, and forget it.

If you can't see and hear, then things won't be as chaotic and disordered. You won't feel suffocated or chest pain.

She thought so, and she did it.

At the moment she escaped, Kane's eyes burned with intense unwillingness!

He doesn't believe it!

He wasn't any worse than Shen Xiujin.

Money, power, and external success – a successful man has it all.

A woman, he wants her, and has never failed to get her.

A man's desire for conquest can be truly frightening at times. Frightening enough to blind his own eyes. Cain Ferocchi is now filled with unwillingness, her struggle ignites the inherited desire for conquest that burns in his blood, deep in his bones.

"Aren't you afraid I'll break the contract Will this cooperation between our two companies just end like this"

Jian Tong took a deep breath…… "If one party breaches the contract unilaterally, I'm afraid your company will have to pay a substantial penalty."

She calmly stated a fact.

The man's thin lips twitched upwards, revealing a faint smile:

"Money is something I don't lack. "

But Jian likely values our collaboration because of our core technology, wouldn't you say

Jian's funding chain has broken, and the default payment I have here can't make up for it.

What Jian really values is the sharing of our core technology after the cooperation, which is the necessary condition for helping Jian get out of the predicament.

Jian Tong swallowed nervously. She had no words to refute. What she and the true power behind the Jian family, valued most after this collaboration, was indeed the sharing of the other company's core technology.

Jian's predicament is far from being compensated by this breach of contract fine.

"You knew all along" Yes, this man was so shrewd, how could he not see through her Although she hadn't been secretive at the beginning of their collaboration, when signing the contract, there was now a feeling of being exposed.

What if Your choice

He stared intently at the woman in front of him.

Yes, he is despicable.

Kane, however, was unaware that at this moment, he was more like a gambler standing on the edge of a cliff. He was betting on his last chance, even if this opportunity came dishonestly and faintly.

Even though he seemed to know the answer, for this last chance, he would fly towards the fire like a moth.

At this very moment, Kain Felorich is truly driven only by bitterness and a thirst for conquest. But is it just a thirst for conquest

At this moment, neither of the two individuals could contemplate this question. They hadn't thought about it, and they didn't have time to think.

Jane's hand clutched tightly at her palm, squeezing until it almost bled.

At this moment, she unexpectedly felt hatred for Jian Zhen Dong.

Even if Jian Zhen Dong had ignored her back then, she would have only been disappointed and heartbroken, and then numb herself by choosing to go her separate ways from Jian Zhen Dong.

Even at the beginning when she took over the company, realizing that Jian Zhen Dong quietly transferred Jian Shi's cash, leading to a financial crisis for Jian Shi, she had never hated Jian Zhen Dong with such gritted teeth as she does now.

If Jian's funding chain hadn't broken, then she wouldn't have had to make such a choice.

This decision is very, very difficult. On one hand, there are thousands of employees, thousands of families, and hospitals waiting for medical expenses...

On one hand, she felt conflicted. She was lost in thought… as if she had been transported back three years to the Dong Huang Entertainment, where she had once again become a plaything, sacrificing everything for money.

Must I... go back to that way again

How to choose

Take a deep breath and look ahead: "Are you really going to do this"

The other party did not answer directly, but asked, "Little one, what is your choice"

She fell silent, reaching out without a word, and pulled open the door in front of her.

The man behind her was taken aback.

He doesn't believe it!

Not even more unwilling!

Even so, can't she look at him

He suddenly grabbed the woman's head, his handsome face pressing down. His thin lips captured her lip, and in that instant, he seemed like a child who had received a long-awaited candy. A strong tremor, an electric feeling, spread from those pale white lips, sending him into a sudden shiver.

He tightened his grip on the woman's head, one second, two seconds, three seconds... A strange feeling welled up inside him that he couldn't explain.

After a while, the man slumped back down, letting go of the woman's head and loosening his lips. He gazed at her, their eyes meeting in an instant. His gaze locked onto the clarity of her pupils, a fleeting pang of pain flashing across his eyes:

"Why don't you dodge"

The woman simply lowered her gaze slightly: "Are you satisfied" A rough voice, at this moment, in this confined space, echoed quietly.

Like a sharp knife, it pierced the man's heart mercilessly.

Blood, from the man's hauntingly handsome face, quickly receded.

His face paled, he stared at the woman who looked calm and composed, clenching his jaw so hard it creaked. His arm finally slumped limply, and he closed his eyes.

It also concealed the trace of pain in her eyes that outsiders wouldn't notice.

A dull ache in his chest, a feeling he'd never experienced so profoundly before in his lifetime.

Pain in my chest, ribs, and all over. It's amazing how the human body works. One part hurts, and it feels like everything hurts. Even my back feels weighed down and aching.

Time passed by, every second dragging on. No one broke the silence. In the confined space, the two people's breaths grew quieter.

The door creaked open quietly, emitting a slight sound.

On her arm, she was suddenly gripped tightly. She gasped and turned to look: "You..."

Only a single syllable, a sound, escaped his lips before vanishing into the depths of his throat, swallowed by an unspoken roar.

The man before her, with his brows furrowed and an air of pride, demanded of her, "Jian Tong, I'm hungry. I want noodles. Cook me another bowl."

With her chin held high, she commanded with unparalleled arrogance. But for a fleeting moment, she distinctly felt an oppressive gray air around the man before her. It was stagnant, suffocating, and...despairing.

Illusion, she lowered her eyes, blinking softly.

"Good." After a long silence, the woman replied softly.

The Banyan Tree's Kitchen

Heard of private rooms in meeting halls, restaurants, even beaches Today, the exclusive venue was a kitchen at the Banyan Tree.

Well-equipped and clean.

A woman stood silently by the stove, putting water on to boil, adding noodles and seasonings. Not far away, a man sat quietly at the makeshift table, gazing silently at the woman at the stove.

The scene before me, as if transported back three years ago. Only, three years ago, she was in the kitchen, a door away from him in the living room. That old, dilapidated apartment building was dim and rundown, but here today, everything is spacious and bright.

A familiar scent wafted from between her nostrils, and the man inhaled deeply. He had eaten many bowls of noodles from her before, only finding them a decent alternative flavor occasionally.

After that, he never ate noodles again. He always felt they didn't taste right.

The man just stared silently at the woman who was methodically making noodles by the stove. She always moved with such calmness and ease, just as she had in the past.

With her long hair or short hair, Cain couldn't tell anymore. In his eyes, there was only that faint back.

Lost in thought, he stared blankly at the retreating figure. It seemed as if he was looking at her, yet also as if he were looking through her, into a distant and faraway place.

When the noodles arrived, the old man's spell was broken in an instant... He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the steaming bowl of noodles before him... It wasn't three years ago, it wasn't that dilapidated apartment building.

A set of chopsticks and a bowl were placed in front of the man, but he suddenly stood up, walked away, then returned, with an extra set of chopsticks in his hand.

His hand was steady as he split the steaming bowl of noodles in front of him in half, transferring one portion into an empty bowl he brought back. A glance revealed chopped green onions floating on the surface of the broth.

He was steadier and more patient, carefully picking the chopped green onions from one bowl to another until he pushed it in front of her. He spoke softly, “Stay with me.”

He sat down slowly, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and ate the noodles in his bowl silently. The noodles were topped with fragrant scallions.

As the last rays of light swept over, his gaze landed on the woman across from him. She sat quietly, picking up her chopsticks and eating noodles one by one. The man immediately retracted his gaze, focusing all his attention on the bowl of noodles in front of him. It was as if, at this very moment, his world contained only the bowl of noodles before him, nothing else.

A bowl of noodles, yet eaten at the pace of a French fine dining experience, extremely slow.

When the bottom of the bowl was empty, the man suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman across from him who had already put down her chopsticks and sat quietly. He suddenly shouted:

“Leave now. Don’t ever come back!”

The woman opposite him listened silently, then stood up and gave him a long look. “Thank you, I’m sorry.” From the beginning of their collaboration, she should never have started this partnership.

But, if time could turn back, and she had the chance to choose again, she thought, she would still choose to cooperate with Caine's company... The Jans cannot fall.

The woman lowered her eyes, pulled back her chair, stepped back three paces, and bent over deeply, bowing respectfully.

Turned around, never to stay again.

In the midst of her measured, halting steps, the man behind her watched her go.

"Hey! Jian Tong!"

A man’s voice, deep and rich like a cello, suddenly rose behind him, melodious and flowing. He looked at the retreating figure, ignoring the sudden emptiness that had filled his heart. It was as if he had truly missed something incredibly important.

He shouted at her:

The woman I want is the one with waist-length hair for me! That's the woman I'll be with in the future!

The woman didn't linger. With her back to the man behind her, a hint of a smile graced her delicate features, so gentle: "Wishing you happiness. Goodbye."

At the table, the man picked up the last strand of noodles from his bowl, put it in his mouth, chewed forcefully, and closed his eyes.

If your heart is empty, fill your stomach.

Who said that

"Nonsense," the man said softly.

He sat at the table in silence for a long time.

Abruptly, he stood up and never looked back at the pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table... The person who had been eating noodles with him had already left. The noodles now lacked their familiar taste.

He strode away, quickening his pace, and rushed into Merva's room like a sudden gale.

With a bang, the secretary wasn't able to react in time and was hit on the cheek by the swinging door. She was immediately disheveled: "Your Grace, Your Grace, you can't... Sir has guests..."

It's late.

The secretary looked at the scene before him, massaging his temples in pain. "There are guests in the master's bedroom," he said.

On the bed, a mess, a sturdy man hunched over, pressing down on a charmingly sexy beauty. You don't need to think about what was happening in this room before.

"Cough—cough," Milford fidgeted nervously, running a hand through his hair. A kindling of anger flared within him, refusing to be quelled, and a hot wave of frustration washed over his chest:

"Shit! Are you crazy"

At the foot of the bed, equally tall Cain Ferroch walked to the liquor cabinet, pulled it open, and took out a bottle of whiskey. “A drink”

His unusual behavior naturally caught Mirf's attention. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then suddenly got up from the woman, casually put on a robe, pulled open a drawer, wrote a check, and handed it to the disgruntled woman. A smile spread across his face as he calmly and elegantly said:

"Beautiful girl, I think you'd love this check more than you'd love me."

The young woman cheerfully took the check, tucked away her discontent, and left.

"To send someone away so gracefully, so gentlemanly, Michael. You're the beast here, not I."

Mirfield waved his hand at the secretary, who astutely left.

“When money can solve it, why bother with sincerity At least, I have the capital to behave like a beast, don't I” He poured himself a glass, added ice, and took a gulp. It was instantly refreshing, temporarily suppressing a certain unfulfilled fire.

What can be bought with money, why bother with sincerity …Kane let out a light laugh, “You are truly beastly.”

"You didn't teach me that, did you" Miller raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Kane's smile widened, if one ignored the slight bitterness at the corners of his eyes...

So, I’m a real animal.

"Hey What got your panties in a twist Is it that Queen in your heart Did she break you"

"Miller, when I think back now, it strikes me as strange. You asked me why I felt the term 'Hunter' was honorable"

"Oh no, Kane! You've really gone crazy!"

……

A taxi was driving steadily towards the airport, “Vivian, I’m back. The contract, come to my office tomorrow and I’ll give it to you.”

In a little while, the other party's WeChat message came through:

"This urgent Can we do it tomorrow."

"No."

"By the way, Mrs. Jian came to cause trouble a few times while you were away. Your brother's condition is getting worse."

Jane looked at the text message, her lips pressed tightly together.

A small face, with a strange kind of fortitude.

He only replied with three words: "Understood."

He had booked a flight that took off at night. Before departure, he made another call to inquire if they had found a suitable outfit for Jian Mo Bai.

Please hurry up and find someone who is a match. Regarding the cost, I promise to give 'Only Love' to you as a gift. I will do everything in my power to help.

"Ms. Jian, we are already working hard to find it. Please don't worry too much."

As I hung up the phone, my heart felt heavy with thoughts. In this vast sea of people, is there truly no one who could be a match for me and achieve success together

My phone suddenly rang, a stranger's number. I wanted to hang up but accidentally pressed the wrong button. As soon as I answered, a furious voice boomed through the receiver:

Why didn't you answer my call, little one Blocking my number, are you too heartless

Your brother is in grave danger, and you don't even try to save him. You not only ignore his plight but also block my number.

I called you dozens of times. If it weren't for Mo Bai reminding me that you might have blocked my number, I wouldn't have thought to call you with a different one.

Little child, how could you do this! You don't even care about family

Jane was stunned by the barrage of insults, her ears ringing.

It took her a while to remember that she had indeed blocked the Jian family's contact numbers. Not for any other reason, but simply because she didn't want to be bombarded 24/7.

The person on the phone was Jian Mo Bai's mother, also the woman who gave birth to her, but she called her heartless and said she didn't help when people needed it.

"Why don't you think about it, my life is a life too"

"I've had enough!" Jian Tong shouted into the phone, her voice filled with rage.

She immediately hung up the call with a decisive click, ending the conversation. Without another word, she blocked the number.

Not long after, the phone rang again.

"Hey."

"You blocked me again!"

Click—the call ended.

After that, she fell into a nightmare of endless harassment. She blocked one number, and another would appear. She blocked dozens of numbers, but the other party didn't give up. She was almost driven crazy by it.

Another call came in. This time, she pressed the answer button, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and defiance. She wanted to see what that woman, who was both her mother and shared her blood, had to say to her!

"Jian Tong! I tell you! If Mo Bai dies, the Jian family will have no place for you!"

"Jian family, haven't I already disappeared from your lives long ago" She sneered, thinking the other party had some incredible means. Excluding, denying...Didn't they do all of that years ago

"You..." Mrs. Jian stuttered, her voice trembling with anger and frustration:

"As a member of the Jian family, and Mo Bai's own sister, you should donate bone marrow for your family, for your brother!"

"You're asking me to have a patient with only one kidney donate bone marrow"

I asked the doctor, one kidney is enough to live a normal life. There are so many people in the world with only one kidney living perfectly fine, aren't there Besides, donating bone marrow doesn't always have complications. The chances aren't very high, but it could save your brother's life!

"Life going well" she muttered to herself. "Chances aren't great, are they"

"Mrs. Jian, which renowned doctor told you that" he said sarcastically into his phone.

"You don't have to worry about this!"

Look, what a stiff attitude. Jian Tong's eyes gradually cooled: "What if I don't"

The other party completely blew up:

"You can't be so heartless!

What else do you want

I've given you the entire Jian family.

So all this, it's all your brother's!

Your brother has already given you the entire Jian family, so just donate some bone marrow to him You're not even willing to do that

Can't people be more conscience

"Now, everything belonging to the Jian family is yours, as well as all the money. Whatever else you desire, it's all yours. I beg you, please save your brother. Will you do this for me"

In the airport's waiting area, a woman sat alone on a chair in the corner, seemingly struggling to contain something, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Jian Tong's fist clenched tighter and tighter, almost squeezing out each word from between her teeth: "If you all like the Jian family so much, then take it!"

That mess, she had poured too much heart and soul into it, and done a lot of things she wouldn't normally do.

Everyone thinks it's gold ingots, haha!

Would you be willing

I put so much effort into it, I can't believe that anyone would eat the cake and then spit it out. They must be either foolish or a liar who is trying to deceive people.

The woman closed her eyes, listening to the voice on the phone. Even so, she would still be disappointed by this

"Isn't that right"

"What do you mean"

She lowered her gaze, wasn't she just that idiot

But she didn't explain anything to the person on the phone. On the other end of the line, they started again, using a mix of threats and persuasion, urging her to donate bone marrow to Jian Mo Bai.

Hearing those reckless words on the phone, Jian Tong's chest surged with anger. Suddenly!

Scoffed, a venomous phrase sprung from between his teeth: "You can tell Jian Mo Bai to die without worry."

"Damn you! How could I have given birth to such a worthless, pig-like—"

Ring ring ring ring — Let me know if you'd like to translate any other text!

All the clamor, lingered in a string of busyness, the woman's delicate features, stubborn, lips tightly pursed, staring silently at the air before her.

Her eyes were stinging, and for a moment, they welled up with tears. The woman blinked, lowering her gaze and quietly leaned back against the chair.and said, "I'll drink this as a penalty." He finished it in one go.Here's another round of congratulations to the old master.Mr. He was smiling broadly, looking very pleased with himself.Jian Tong's f...