China. Yes, in China.
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Cheng Muyun switched to another sitting posture, setting his arms on his knees and leaning forward slightly. In Russian, he uttered softly, "Fu Yiming... is such a 'woman' who must get even for even the pettiest of things."
The mole had been dealt with.<>This UNAUTHORIZED copy was taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com
But what was to follow would be even greater retaliation and retribution. How could the fight between the Moscow operations team and the trafficking organization come so easily to a conclusion? Perhaps, it would take several generations of people. Cheng Muyun had exhausted all methods so that she, as Cheng Muyun's woman, could pass through layer after layer of tests and safely continue living in Moscow. Just how much effort had he put in? He had even abandoned everything and faked his own death to slip away, all so that she could live like a normal person, so that she could survive and continue living...
He had deceived everyone and escaped unnoticed, like a golden cicada shedding its molted skin. But in the end, Fu Yiming had forced his will and sent Wen Han here to where he was.
Thrusting the one woman in this entire world whom he, Cheng Muyun, loved into the maelstrom of danger once more.
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The ants continued to come together in large numbers to pick up a dead cicada and transport it away.
It was as if they were mocking him that his "golden cicada shedding its skin" strategy had failed.
Those two middle-aged men dressed in white tank tops were already in a stunned state from the Russian that had suddenly come from Cheng Muyun's lips and had forgotten about all the village gossip from a moment ago.
Amidst the intermittent chirping of cicadas, Cheng Muyun at last lowered his head and smilingly shook it. "Two sirs, may I ask that you please leave first? My wife and I need to resolve some personal matters."
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The sweltering sun still baked down, creating in people a feeling of restlessness.
Walking up to him, Wen Han took a look around, selected the cleanest spot, and sat down. Her feet were already so sore they were numb. She had actually worn high heels and walked more than fifty minutes on these mountain paths. Luckily, this place was merely isolated and not located on some sort of sheer cliff or steep slope; otherwise, in order to see him, she likely would have needed to spend another day finding a local to help her.
There was sweat on the tip of her nose and also her forehead.
Those calmly spoken words a moment ago had been rehearsed over and over countless times. But now, there was not a single person in this little temple, only him and her...
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The dream that she had had an uncountable number of times over this last half a year had become reality.
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