Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Fang Rou suddenly stopped as her brows furrowed deeply. About half a minute later, she suddenly raised her head in a hurry as if an important detail had dawned on her. Her eyes that stared at Song Qingchun had a deep flash of resentment in them. “…This means, the news about Su Zhinian leaving for Hong Kong is also fake?”

Almost the same second as she finished the question, Fang Rou raised the gun to point directly at the spot between Song Qingchun’s brows. This time, she didn’t hesitate.

In her urgency, Fang Rou didn’t notice that when she raised her arm, Song Qingchun’s lips moved several times, and she whispered very softly three times, “Su Zhinian.”

Then, Fang Rou stopped and stood where she was as if frozen. The three repetitions of Su Zhinian’s name was a code between Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian. This was already discussed before the plan began. When Su Zhinian heard his name called thrice, he would mind-control Fang Rou.

Even though everything was planned, when Song Qingchun was living out the plan, the danger and urgency she put herself in still made Song Qingchun sweat profusely.

After Song Qingchun called “Su Zhinian” thrice, she unconsciously closed her eyes and gripped herself tight, trying to stop her weak legs from giving out. Nothing was certain in the world. She was afraid that Su Zhinian might not be as fast as Fang Rou. She was afraid that before Su Zhinian took control of Fang Rou, she would get shot in the head.

Song Qingchun held her breath, standing there for about ten seconds. When she didn’t hear the gun shot, she slowly opened her eyes.

Fang Rou stood where she was with the same expression and pose like a wooden mannequin. Song Qingchun raised her palm to wave it twice before Fang Rou’s eyes. When she realized the other woman was completely still, she gave out a long sigh of relief. She swallowed several times before she found the strength to slowly pull the gun out from Fang Rou’s grasp.

Holding the gun in her hands, Song Qingchun fell two steps back and put some distance between herself and Fang Rou, who might recover at any moment. Then came the commotion from outside the door.

Song Qingchun knew this was Su Zhinian and Qin Yinan, who had been following her closely since the morning.

Initially, Song Qingchun really didn’t think of asking Qin Yinan for help. It was Su Zhinian who asked on her behalf. Since this involved Song Qingchun’s personal safety, he could not take too many precautions.

However, right then, Song Qingchun felt that Su Zhinian was right to ask for Qin Yinan’s help. There were two guards on the yacht. If Su Zhinian was alone, even with his superpower, he might not have survived the ordeal unharmed.

The commotion came closer to the yacht. Song Qingchun could hear Qin Yinan’s voice say, “Go in to check up on Song Song, leave the rest to me.”

“Thank you.” With a reply from Su Zhinian, the door of the room was kicked open. He glanced around the interior before rushing to grab Song Qingchun. He inspected her all over as he asked with concern, “Are you injured? Do you feel unwell? How are you feeling?”

Song Qingchun just nodded when Fang Rou, who stood not far away, slowly came to.