12 – “I can swear on my heart!”
The moment Su Hua on the other end heard that, she exploded!
“Song Yuan!!”
Song Yuan gave a stiff smile and looked at A Dong. “Should I praise you for being a blabbermouth, or should I praise you for being a blabbermouth?”
Su Hua on the phone was utterly baffled. “Me, a blabbermouth?”
“No, Sister Su.” Song Yuan realized she’d misunderstood and quickly got up to step outside. “Hear me out—let me explain myself.”
Su Hua’s vision went dark for a moment. “Fine, I’ll hear your excuse.”
Song Yuan realized she’d let her inner thoughts slip and quickly corrected herself. “I mean, hear my explanation.”
Su Hua let out a long breath. “Mm, I’ll hear your cover-up.”
Hear her cover up the facts.
Walking into the corridor, Song Yuan made her excuse. “I only had one bite—just a tiny bite.”
Su Hua retorted, “What, you think it’s like planting a hickey, where you can have a small one or a big one? As long as you suck on it, there’s a mark!”
“Eating works the same way—eat, and you gain weight.”
“Especially since you chose to eat noodles, which are easy to pack on pounds.”
Hearing her analogy, Song Yuan let out a soft laugh through her nose. “How can eating compare to planting a hickey?”
“That’s a labor-intensive activity.”
“Very easy to get into the real thing.”
Su Hua knew Song Yuan was sharp with her words on this topic. “You just watch yourself over there.”
Song Yuan asked, “Watch what?”
Su Hua listed them one by one. “One: your diet.”
“Two: the head instructor.”
“Especially the second one. If Huo Yuzhou ever finds out, watch out—someone’s going to end up dead!”
Song Yuan arched an eyebrow. “One more life?”
“Or one less life?”
Su Hua heard that she still had the nerve to joke around and felt like she was punching cotton. “You think the name ‘Third Master Huo’ is just casually thrown around by people with power and influence?”
“‘One more life’?”
“Let me tell you, I’ve been on edge about this lately, terrified he might one day kidnap me and force me to confess everything about you. Do you think I’d confess or not?”
“Why don’t you two just live together?”
“At worst, you’ll be a little tired.”
Song Yuan felt that if she pulled that move on Huo Yuzhou, she’d probably never see the sun again!
“Sister Su, you have to understand—when three walk together, one of them is bound to be me, dead!”
Su Hua also knew that a man like Huo Yuzhou, if he were to be cuckolded, would truly cause a disaster. But she still reminded her, “Then you just watch yourself.”
“Make sure you remember those two points I said.”
“Eat less, move more.”
Song Yuan echoed in agreement. “I’ll definitely eat less and move more!”
After that, the two didn’t chat any further.
After hanging up, Song Yuan went back and finished her noodles, then gave the two untouched buns to A Dong.
Song Yuan was naturally blessed with a great figure.
Full chest, perky rear, slender waist, a nine-head body proportion, and that seductive yet innocent face of hers—during her years as cheerleading captain in school, she’d driven countless men to distraction.
But Song Yuan never understood why her romantic luck came and went so quickly.
As if someone was pulling strings behind the scenes.
Men who’d been fawning over her one day would become perfectly well-behaved the next.
There was a feeling of wanting to look but not daring to, only sneaking glances.
It was just that Song Yuan was never short of men around her—one wave disappeared, another rose up. She never paid any attention to it.
At this moment, after eating, Song Yuan still chose to take a couple of laps around the training ground to digest.
Before she knew it, she’d wandered back to the afternoon training area.
Inside were climbing walls, high ladders, horizontal bars, shooting ranges…
All sorts of high-intensity exercises testing physical endurance.
The moment Song Yuan walked in, she spotted a sturdy figure running through the entire course from start to finish at incredible speed.
She felt the figure looked somewhat familiar.
Stepping forward a few paces, under the surrounding lights, Song Yuan saw who it was.
He stood straight-backed and neck-erect in the shooting zone, wearing no gear whatsoever. His left arm, veins and tendons intertwined, rose and fell as he fired a single shot—right in the bullseye.
Huo Yuzhou had already sensed her approach. He frowned slightly, immediately holstering the pistol in the slot strapped to his leg.
And the Doberman, usually highly alert, was acting like it was dead right now.
It showed no hostility whatsoever toward Song Yuan as she approached slowly.
It just silently curled up by Huo Yuzhou’s leg, occasionally glancing over.
Because it caught the scent of its master Huo Yuzhou on Song Yuan.
Doberman: That’s my mommy, my beautiful mommy—how could I bark at her? [Smug face jpg.]
“The head instructor is truly skilled with both hands. A finger on the trigger, and it’s already…”
“At the bullseye.”
Song Yuan enunciated deliberately. “The head instructor’s marksmanship is so strong.”
“Isn’t it a waste to only shoot at targets?”
As she spoke, she didn’t forget to keep closing the distance toward him.
Huo Yuzhou looked at that bewitching face so close to his, the scent of her post-shower rose fragrance drifting into his nose from time to time. Perhaps it was because he’d been here too long, but his throat inexplicably went dry.
After a brief pause, just as Song Yuan was about to buckle under his intense gaze, a low, husky voice suddenly sounded by her ear—
“Then why don’t you tell me—what wouldn’t be a waste to shoot?”
Song Yuan’s ears grew hot, her mind crackling with static as her nerves burned. Suppressing the surging restlessness within her, she raised her hand and pressed it against his firm, solid chest.
“Didn’t the Chief Instructor criticize me this afternoon for not even being able to hold a gun properly? Why don’t you teach me how to grip it?”
This afternoon’s shooting drill.
Song Yuan had nearly misfired while gripping the gun and aiming at the target.
Fortunately, Huo Yuzhou beside her had reacted quickly, stepping forward at once to grab the back of her hand and adjust its direction in time, the bullet grazing the edge of the target as it left the barrel.
Now, hearing her bring up the afternoon’s incident, Huo Yuzhou narrowed his eyes slightly. “You should be quite skilled at holding a gun.”
“If one hand can’t grip it, you can use both.”
Song Yuan looked at him and curled her lips into a smile. “Does this method work for holding any kind of gun?”
Huo Yuzhou said, “I remember I taught you this afternoon.”
Song Yuan replied unhurriedly, “Why not have the Chief Instructor teach me a few more times?”
“After all, once is hardly enough.”
Huo Yuzhou only said, “No time.”