Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1148 Head‑to‑Head

"Fiancée" sounded a bit harsh to the ear, and Xia Xue’s brow twitched. "I think a lot of people are going to be worried tonight. Maybe that includes you and me. If Miss Murong wants to talk to me about Xiao Lin at a time like this, then I’m really not in the mood to keep this going. I don’t want to be discussing who belongs to who and who should back off while his life or death is still unknown."

"I think you’ve misunderstood. I’m very clear that what Xiao Lin wants isn’t me. He turned me down, very directly." Murong Lengyue stirred her coffee, her voice sounding desolate. "I originally thought Miss Xia was being kept in the dark very well, but I guess I was wrong. Xiao Lin really does treat you as one of his own. That makes things a lot easier for me—I don’t have to keep testing how much you actually know. I have other reasons for coming this time." Seeing the doubt and distrust in Xia Xue’s eyes, Murong Lengyue let out a soft laugh. "I love Xiao Lin very much, so I would never hurt him. But I can’t guarantee others won’t. And judging from the current situation, the enemy has already started to move. I don’t think Xiao Lin, with just his status as heir right now, has enough to stand up to the background and power of this opponent."

"Not even with the Xiao Family’s background?"

Murong Lengyue nodded. "Their goal is to wipe out the Xiao Family, and Xiao Lin is the first target they want to eliminate. That way they can deal a heavy blow to Xiao Zhenfeng."

"And what does that have to do directly with you seeking me out?"

"Do you know why Elder Xiao wants me to marry Xiao Lin? With the Murong Family’s influence, we become a fatal weak point for the enemy. Whether in terms of capital or power, the Xiao Family would rise a level and step into a new field. That invisibly puts pressure on the other side. At least for now, no one has dared to go head‑to‑head with our Murong Clan. Xiao Lin is my fiancé, so..."

"So, the reason you came to me is that you hope Xiao Lin can become the Murong Family’s son‑in‑law, and by doing so he can keep his life?"

Murong Lengyue froze for a moment, her beautiful pupils fixed on Xia Xue. "If it could be like that, of course it would be best. But what I hope is that Miss Xia can persuade Xiao Lin not to go against the family. That would put me in a very difficult position."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"I know Xiao Lin won’t accept such a proposal. But families have their own considerations. When it comes to weighing an individual against the clan, it’s always the individual that gets sacrificed. I think you know what I’m saying."

"I probably do, but I can’t agree to your request. Xiao Lin is not a commodity; he has his own will. If he has to become a sacrifice, I’ll go down with him." Xia Xue spoke with firm conviction. She felt that today she definitely hadn’t embarrassed Xiao Lin. "I’m sorry, Miss Murong, but I think I still need to wait for news about Xiao Lin. Lorin, please see Miss Murong out for me. If you’re willing, you can also stay. There are guest rooms upstairs."

"No need."

After the storm had baptized the entire night, only when the sun broke through the clouds did it finally truly subside.

When no one was expecting it, Xiao Lin slipped back into Sin City like a ghost.

On a night when the storm was ravaging the city so fiercely that not to mention ships—even houses fixed to the ground could barely survive, Xiao Lin and his ship sailed into the closest stretch of coastline to Sin City. They didn’t dock at the pier but beached at a stretch of sand instead. He brought all his people back alive, only sacrificing a single ship.

On a bed steeped in endless lust, the rumpled black sheets poked out from beneath a thin, silky black coverlet, revealing a stretch of fair foot. The slender, smooth ankle stirred endless fantasies, making one want to reach out and touch.

Lying on this bed drenched in darkness gave one the illusion of being swallowed by the night itself. A yellowish lamp flicked on—no, it would be more accurate to say that as the person in the bed began to stir restlessly awake, the lamp on the nightstand gradually brightened. High‑tech gadgets could be found everywhere in this room.

The woman rubbed her sleepy eyes and reached out to drag a strangely shaped clock closer without bothering to shift herself even an inch. The hands were pointing to just a few minutes before three in the morning.

She blinked, and her left hand instinctively groped at the spot beside her. The sheet there had long lost any trace of body heat. She remembered they had spent the whole night in a frenzy of passion, just like he’d said—he didn’t want her sleeping through the night!

Heh heh, mm... She had only just begun to smile and try to sit up when a sudden weakness in her lower back sent her collapsing bonelessly back onto the bed, letting out a soft, thin moan.

"Awake?" A man walked in from outside at that moment, a wicked smile hanging from his lips. The scene from just now had fallen right into his eyes—the girl, unwilling to accept defeat even in her sleep. The man’s smile grew more and more unrestrained.

"You’re a bad man!" she scolded coquettishly, cursing him under her breath. The girl gave up on the idea of getting up; after all, the person she wanted to see was already standing right in front of her. "It’s not even three yet. Why don’t you sleep a bit more?"

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the fresh white bandages he’d just changed, her gaze full of heartache. "Oh, baby. Put that heartache away, or you’ll make me sad."

"You Xiao bastard, I was just... mm—" Xiao Lin yanked Xia Xue up and sealed her lips with his own, blocking out her constant chatter.

"I know, I know. Next time I’ll definitely come see you only after I’ve fully healed." There was no way he’d actually keep that promise; Xia Xue knew that. This man would always show up in front of her at the first possible moment, no matter how bad he looked, proving with his presence that he was still alive—reporting his safety to her.

"You come back hurt every time. Looks like you really do need to train yourself properly. From where I’m standing, each time looks worse than the last." Xia Xue lazily blinked at Xiao Lin. She knew she ought to say something, but definitely not burst into tears begging him to stop doing such dangerous work.

Xiao Lin smiled faintly. His hair was still dripping wet, beads of water sliding from the ends of his black hair onto his broad shoulders. His perfectly sculpted muscles showed off his strength and power. "If I weren’t the heir of the Xiao Family, would you still fall in love with me?" Looking at the beautiful Xia Xue, Xiao Lin suddenly asked seriously. The thought had only flashed through his mind for a split second, like a shooting star streaking across the sky—gone before you could even touch it.

"I’d love you even more." That was the truth. Many times, Xia Xue really wished Xiao Lin wasn’t part of the Xiao Family; maybe then they could live a more ordinary life. "What happened?" Sensitive as she was, Xia Xue still picked up on that flicker of vulnerability in Xiao Lin’s heart from his abnormal mood. He never put on a brave front in front of her. Xia Xue thought for a long time and still felt that "putting on a brave front" was the most fitting phrase. Even facing Yelü Shou, he always presented himself as an invincible boss—that was very important to Xiao Lin. Maybe ever since the Five had been formed, that sense of trust and recognition had been carried on. Anyone else could fall in an instant, but he couldn’t. If he fell, the Five would collapse. That wasn’t so much bravado as it was a kind of belief. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)