Hmm, Wen’s been almost docile, fiery without the anger, and the stepmother is about to turn a new leaf.
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The color of the Snow Bear was almost identical to the snowpack; Olson ordered everyone to get out of the vehicle except for Wen Maixue.
At that moment, even though he was eager to show off in front of Wen Maixue, he still knew that taking a woman with no self-defense capability to chase after a wounded adult bear was incredibly dangerous.
However, after walking all night long, aside from some frozen dried bloodstains, they did not find any traces of the bear.
When they returned to where the SUV was parked, Wen Maixue was still waiting there, seemingly not having gone anywhere. The exhausted Olson father and son failed to notice the change in Wen Maixue’s eyes; the purple veil she used to block the wind and snow had been removed, and her face radiated with a rejuvenated glow.
For this elusive bear, Olson spared no effort; he ordered two Hunters to drive to the cabin to bring sufficient supplies, warm tents, and snow gear. He decided to search for that damned bear every day in the vicinity.
It was an obsession unique to businessmen.
At night, Olson was sound asleep with Wen Maixue in his arms. Despite having a tent, the cold and snow outside, coupled with the continuous travel, greatly diminished Olson’s "sexual zeal." In the middle of the night, Olson felt cold behind him, and with much difficulty, he opened his eyes to find that Wen Maixue had disappeared. The tent they sealed before sleep was now slit open.
Olson immediately sat up. His first thought was that Wen Maixue had run away. Then he dismissed the idea; Wen Maixue was not like Ye Taina, she was a "sensible" woman. She had given up the perfect chances to escape before, so why would she choose to flee on such a night? She might have just gone to relieve herself. Olson curled up again, somewhat too lazy to care about Wen Maixue’s well-being in such weather...
A gust of cold air blew through the open slit of the tent, and just as Olson was burying his head to fall back asleep, a woman’s moan came from outside the tent—a suppressed but excited voice.
All traces of sleepiness vanished from Olson. Could it be some daredevil "Hunter" who brought a prostitute from down the mountain? Olson cursed the scoundrels who walked with wobbly legs during the day; he wanted to pull the tent closed, but the woman’s moaning grew louder and the voice was disturbingly familiar.
It sounded like Wen Maixue’s voice. Olson no longer felt cold; he reached for his clothes and the hunting shotgun that was pressed under his arm, and crawled out of the tent.
Besides the bonfire upfront, the whole camp was pitch dark. With a cold face, Olson crossed the camp.
The moans were intermittent; Wen Maixue had never been under him. Olson released the safety catch of his shotgun; he was ready to blast the head off the man with Wen Maixue, no matter who he was.
At the very edge of the camp, next to the bear trap, there were two steamy silhouettes in the parked Land Rover. Wen Maixue’s upper body was bare; the curves of her chest were faintly visible through the car window. Her long hair draped down as if she was oblivious to the lurking eyes outside.
The man’s head moved slowly over her shoulder; his hair fell down, and his high nose rested on Wen Maixue’s delicate neck. His eyes gleamed as if they were shining under the firelight.
The hunting shotgun was held up by Olson, furiously watching the entwined man and woman through the car window. At the moment his finger was about to pull the trigger, he froze.
The man’s face, hazed by the misty car window, became visible—blond hair and blue eyes, it was Orleans.
Olson’s breath stilled as he unbelievingly watched the man and woman in the car. The shotgun felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, rendering his arm disobedient.
How foolish, in this camp, who else but his beloved son Orleans would dare touch Olson’s woman?
To kill him, or to kill Wen Maixue, or to kill this adulterous couple. Olson’s rage told him that he must drag both persons out of the car and toss them into the bear trap—and then shoot them dead with random gunfire. But reason told him he could not do that.