Chapter 465: I Am Forever the Main Household

Not far away, those dozen or so assassins suddenly turned their heads!

Their pupils constricted!

But they didn't even have time to dodge or react!

In almost an instant, the Mercedes-Benz car came crashing!

"Bang! Bang bang!!" Several dozen assassins screamed miserably, consecutively being heavily knocked away by the Mercedes-Benz car!

A sea of people was flung outward!

The assassins reacted, raising their guns one after another… aiming at the Mercedes-Benz car!

But Lin Yuan's speed was even faster!

Lin Yuan raised his right hand! The dozens of silver needles hidden inside were instantly exposed!

He quickly flipped his wrist, exerted force with his fingertips, and the silver needles shot toward the crowd like a violent rain!

"Puchi… puchi… puchi…!"

The silver needles, like a violent rain net, instantly pierced into the assassins' wrists or the barrels of their guns!

The assassins' guns fell to the ground. Some of the guns jammed directly.

The assassins simply couldn't fire.

Lin Yuan's car performed a drift tail-swing, directly rolling over this group of assassins!

Some assassins had both legs directly crushed and broken!

Miserable screams followed one after another!

Moreover, several assassins tried to go around to the rear of the car for a sneak attack…

Lin Yuan caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and with a backhand he flung out several more silver needles!

The silver needles went straight for their knees…

Those few people's legs went limp!

"Thud!" They knelt down on the ground!

Their acupressure points were sealed, their qi and blood blocked, completely losing their ability to move.

The Mercedes-Benz car steadily stopped beside the overturned Land Rover.

Lin Yuan pushed open the car door and got out.

He exuded killing intent all over his body.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!" a leading assassin said with a deathly pale face!

They no longer dared to stay, hurriedly calling out to companions who could still move.

They stumbled over to the BMW parked at the roadside… then turned back to drag along their companions whose acupressure points had been sealed.

They pulled out the silver needles from their companions' bodies.

Once the silver needles left their bodies, those assassins gradually regained sensation, yet still felt weak all over.

A group of assassins stumbled into the BMW and sped away in escape!

Lin Yuan did not pursue them.

Because at this moment, Mu Lingxue's Land Rover had been overturned on the ground, and she was trapped inside, which was very dangerous.

Lin Yuan rushed forward with quick steps and pulled open the Land Rover's door in one motion.

He lifted Mu Lingxue out from inside the cabin.

Just as she left the cabin, Mu Lingxue couldn't hold back a muffled groan.

Her old buttock injury was aggravated, causing her whole body to tremble from pain.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lin Yuan immediately eased his movements and wrapped her in his coat.

He gently patted her back with his palm to soothe her.

Mu Lingxue buried her face in his shoulder, the tip of her nose feeling sour, her beautiful eyes instantly turning red.

All the fear and grievance she had accumulated surged up.

Her arms tightly clung around his neck, as if grasping a lifeline, refusing to let go.

Warm tears soaked Lin Yuan's shirt.

Lin Yuan could clearly feel the trembling of the person in his arms.

His heart tightened along with hers, and he could only repeat words of comfort over and over.

After Mu Lingxue's emotions had slightly calmed down.

Only then did Lin Yuan hold her and walk to the Mercedes-Benz car, carefully placing her in the passenger seat.

He then adjusted the seat, letting her lean more comfortably.

Mu Lingxue's reddened eyes looked at him, the depths full of reliance.

"You're currently suspended from duty; staying at home every day is too dangerous. The assassins have already figured out your address, so you must move elsewhere." Lin Yuan got into the car and said solemnly.

Mu Lingxue smoothed her coat, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the hem: "Where to move to?"

"Go back to your parents' house." Lin Yuan started the car, "Have the Public Security Bureau increase security near your home, and live together with your elders; the assassins won't dare act rashly."

Unexpectedly, Mu Lingxue immediately shook her head and said, "No, we can't let them know. My father has a bad heart; if he hears I'm being hunted, he'll surely be frightened into illness."

She paused, looking at Lin Yuan's side profile, her lips moving slightly.

Mu Lingxue seemed to have made a great resolution: "Lin Yuan, I… I can come live at your place, right?"

"Huh?" Lin Yuan froze.

Mu Lingxue's eyes were still red, with unshed tears clinging to her lashes.

She lightly pressed her lips together, carrying a hint of nervousness and anticipation…

Like a frightened little cat seeking shelter.

"Is it inconvenient?" Seeing he didn't speak, Mu Lingxue's voice grew even lower.

She lowered her head, staring at her own knees, "I know it's abrupt, but besides you, I really have no one else to turn to. I can sleep on the sofa, bring my own toiletries, I will absolutely not disturb you; once things calm down… I'll move out immediately…"

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt; her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears began to well up in her eyes again.

Lin Yuan looked at her like that, and the words of refusal rose to his lips only to be swallowed back.

He recalled how she had looked in her police uniform when they first met, then looked at her now, pitiful and delicate…

Lin Yuan finally sighed helplessly, rubbed his brow, and said, "Eh, fine."

"Really?" Mu Lingxue blinked her beautiful eyes, and the tear light in them instantly brightened.

Lin Yuan nodded, "But I don't have any feminine supplies at home; you'll need to bring some over."

Mu Lingxue nodded repeatedly, "Sure, I'll go to my place later and bring some over!"

"Lin Yuan, thank you!" Mu Lingxue suddenly leaned in, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his face again with her gorgeous red lips.

Lin Yuan's heartbeat fluttered slightly; he could smell a pleasant feminine fragrance on her.

But Lin Yuan didn't think much of it.

Soon, a siren sounded from far down the street.

Police arrived at the scene immediately and began sealing it off for investigation.

After Mu Lingxue finished giving her statement to the police officers…

Only then did Lin Yuan start the car and drive her away.

…

At night, Lin Yuan first drove Mu Lingxue home.

First go to her place to move, bringing some daily change of clothes and daily necessities.

After moving the things, Lin Yuan then drove, taking Mu Lingxue… to his Shidai Gongyu…

…

Late night, Qianjiang New City CBD.

Neon lights like a galaxy spread across the river surface.

In the bathroom of a riverside mansion, warm yellow light diffused through frosted glass.

Qin Bore was half-submerged in a bathtub floating with rose petals.

She lightly pinched a stemglass with her fingertips; dark red wine clung to the inner wall in delicate threads.

Lin Yun'er entered quietly in silent slippers, standing bowing three meters from the tub.

She reported cautiously, "Miss, just got the news: Lin Yuan brought that female police officer Mu Lingxue back to his Shidai Gongyu."

Qin Bore swirled her wine glass absentmindedly, her gaze falling on the nightscape outside.

She said lightly, "Oh, really? What's the situation?"

"Supposedly Mu Lingxue was being hunted and assassinated by New Faction Group people, several times narrowly escaping; Lin Yuan worried it unsafe for her to live alone, so he brought her to his residence." Lin Yun'er quickly reported the information she had gathered.

Lin Yun'er observed Miss's expression.

What surprised Lin Yun'er was that Miss's expression remained completely calm from start to finish??

This, Lin Yun'er simply couldn't understand—Lin Yuan had brought another woman home?

How could Miss still be so calm?

Qin Bore gave a slight nod, took a sip of the red wine from her cup, and a rich aftertaste spread across her tongue.

She said calmly, "Alright, I understand. Go arrange it—strengthen the security at Shidai Gongyu so the New Faction Group folks can't barge in and disturb them."

"Huh?" Lin Yun'er jerked her head up, her beautiful eyes wide, "Miss? You… you aren't angry at all?"

"Angry?" Qin Bore gave a light chuckle, her fingertip tracing over the rose petals on the water.

Her tone carried a hint of lazy clarity, "Can anger solve the problem?"

"But Lin Yuan is the person you chose!" Lin Yun'er, anxious, stepped forward half a pace then hastily stopped, "He's bringing other women to live together in his own home—how inappropriate! Aren't you jealous or bothered at all? Your heart is too big!"

"Jealous? Pfft, that's what petty women do." Qin Bore snorted, lifted a hand to pluck a rose petal from the water, pinched it lightly until it broke, and crimson juice stained her fingertip.

Qin Bore said calmly, "Give a man enough space."

"But you're giving way too much space—they're practically cohabiting! What if… what if they really end up doing something, you'll regret it too late!" Lin Yun'er urged anxiously, she simply couldn't comprehend such magnanimity.

"You're overthinking it." Qin Bore brought the flower-juice-stained finger to her lips, lightly licked it, her eyes full of nonchalance, "Even if they do something, I couldn't possibly regret it."

She paused, swirled the red wine in her cup, and the liquid clinked against the glass with a faint sound.

Then Qin Bore spoke in a voice that would not shock anyone to death, softly saying, "Because I will always be the main wife, his legitimate spouse—only I can be that. No one can take that away. Other women, no matter how good, can only be concubines, secondary wives, or hidden mistresses."

"Miss, you… really aren't afraid he'll go out and fool around with other women?" Lin Yun'er frowned, her face blank, asking.

"It doesn't matter if he looks for women." Qin Bore set down her wine cup, slid her body deeper into the tub, water lapping over her shoulders.

"Look at how many women surround him now—have I ever interfered? A man who wants to become strong is destined to have a flourishing love life, peach blossoms clinging to him; that's an unchangeable biological law."

She lifted her gaze to Lin Yun'er, her eyes carrying a hint of a superior's clarity.

"Looking across five thousand years of Chinese history, which warlord didn't have three wives and four concubines? This rule has been passed down for a millennium. Even today, among CEOs of listed companies and those holding power, who lacks a mistress? Their legal wife is only one, but the hidden gold houses filled with beauties are countless."

"Take Hengxiao Group's Xu Youyin—his song-and-dance troupe keeps hundreds of female performers; you really think they just dance?" Qin Bore chuckled, "Those are all his harem beauties. Men are essentially like that; it cannot be changed."

"So there's no need to force him." She lifted her wine cup again, took a sip of red wine, "If you want Lin Yuan to become a true dragon that calls wind and summons rain, he inevitably needs all kinds of women around him. But his phoenix—only I am that. Only I am worthy of being his legitimate wife; other women can at most be mistresses."

Qin Bore's gaze fell to the window outside, her tone gaining a hint of scrutiny: "Besides, that policewoman is not bad—she's skilled, sharp-minded; making her Lin Yuan's lover would be quite fitting. Perhaps one day she could even help him."

"Miss, your words… really shattered my worldview." Lin Yun'er stood there, momentarily not knowing how to respond.

"It's fine." Qin Bore said lightly, her fingertip tracing the gilded pattern at the tub's edge, "The survival rule of high society has always been like this; you'll just get used to it."

…

Meanwhile, at Shidai Gongyu, the night had grown deep.

The sensing light in the living room left only a faint glow.

Lin Yuan arranged for Mu Lingxue to sleep in the guest bedroom next door.

Mu Lingxue lay on the guest room bed, tossing and turning.

Her forehead wound throbbed faintly.

A few hours earlier, the scene of being pursued by assassins kept flashing in her mind; she couldn't fall asleep.

She simply got up, hugging her knees as she sat on the living room sofa…

Neon light from outside filtered through the sheer curtains onto her, making the red bloodshot veins in her eyes especially noticeable.

With a creak, the master bedroom door opened.

Lin Yuan rubbed his sleepy eyes as he came out, seeing the figure on the sofa?

Lin Yuan instantly woke up.

Mu Lingxue still hasn't slept?

Lin Yuan quickly walked over, and handed her a cup of warm milk: "Not asleep? Another nightmare?"

Mu Lingxue took the milk; her fingertip accidentally touched his hand, the cold sensation made her flinch.

Lin Yuan then took hold of her wrist, placing his fingertip on her pulse: "Your pulse is racing—liver qi stagnation. I'll press on your Taichong point to ease your anxiety."

Before she could react, Lin Yuan had already knelt in front of her.

Only then did Mu Lingxue realize she wasn't wearing socks; the skin on the top of her feet was exposed to the air, and her face instantly flushed.

"Relax, you'll feel better after." Lin Yuan's fingertip, warm with his body heat, landed on her Taichong point.

The pressure was just right; a sore, distending sensation spread along the meridians, and her tense body gradually relaxed.

After finishing with her foot, Lin Yuan took an moxibustion box from the storage closet, set the temperature, and placed it behind her waist.

"The warmth will ease your fatigue; lean back." He placed a cushion behind her and sat himself on the single sofa beside her.

A faint mugwort scent lingered at her nostrils; Mu Lingxue leaned on the sofa, watching Lin Yuan's profile in the lamplight.

His eyelashes were long; his profile was handsome.

All the grievance, fear, and reliance of these days suddenly surged up; Mu Lingxue whispered: "Lin Yuan, thank you."

As Lin Yuan lifted his head, she had already leaned in, her soft lips pressing against the corner of his mouth.

He froze for a moment, just about to raise his hand to push her away…

But Mu Lingxue, using the momentum of rising, shoved him onto the sofa…

She wrapped both arms tightly around his neck, kissing him more fervently…