Everything he had was ruined by himself, but that’s just the way the world is—in their struggle, it was either you die or I die.
He committed crimes and misdeeds without restraint, ending up in his current predicament by his own doing.
"If you called me here just to tell me someone else wants to kill me, then I’m not staying," he said.
Having said that, Lu Xiao turned to leave.
At that moment, suddenly a voice came from behind him: "Kill me."
Lu Xiao’s body froze for a moment.
The same three words came from behind again: "Kill me."
The voice was filled with a longing for death.
Lu Xiao did not turn around, but looked downward slightly with a cold retort:
"You can’t die, Li Tingze. You have committed so many evil deeds; you need a lifetime to atone for your sins."
Having said that, he walked away without looking back.
In life, regardless of what one pursues, one must never forget their original intentions.
Blindly chasing fame and fortune, can the heart truly be satisfied, let alone resorting to any means necessary for what one desires?
On the surface, it seemed like Li Tingze controlled everything, accumulating a vast fortune, but often what he thought he controlled, actually controlled him.
It blinded him, sending him into an abyss from which there was no return.
As the saying goes: when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
Time passed quickly, and before long it was almost Spring Festival.
Lu Xiao had already fitted the cabin with a fireplace.
The cabin was warm, with flames dancing lively within the fireplace.
During this time, the couple enjoyed a rare moment of tranquility together, with Lu Xiao essentially taking time off for the new year.
Especially since he had collaborated with the police to dismantle such a large criminal syndicate making significant contributions, but he didn’t care about these accolades or rewards. He just wanted an undisturbed holiday to spend quality time with the woman he loved.
In the mornings, when Lu Xiao was at home, he basically took care of all the household chores and physical labor, while Wen Xian’s culinary skills were improving—he even taught her how to fry steaks and roast fish.
Wen Xian usually relied on others in the past, always having assistants and maids; she nearly couldn’t live or take care of herself.
But Lu Xiao taught her some basic survival skills, like what to do if she got lost or how to start a fire in the wild, because in his view, the more she knew, the better he was truly caring for her.
He would always have times when he was not by her side, and she needed to be able to take care of herself no matter the circumstances.
But today was different from other days.
Today was one month since they had gotten their marriage certificate.
That morning, as Wen Xian came downstairs, she saw a few vibrant, red roses in a slender white vase on the rustic wooden coffee table in front of the couch.
And Lu Xiao, who had risen early, was making her breakfast.
Upon seeing those red roses, Wen Xian was taken aback for a moment before a sweet smile appeared on her lips.
In the afternoon, the sky was clear with ample sunshine, the weather exceptionally fine, and golden sunlight covered the earth.
She nestled in a rocking chair reading a book while Lu Xiao sat on the carpet beside her, leaning against the bed reading his book.
Her foot still tucked into his embrace, and he did not mind at all, even occasionally grasping her foot and gently kissing it.