Chapter Sixty-Two: Revealing the True Identity

Two days later

“Xiao Zheng, you’re awake.” Cheng Yunting gently touched Leng Zheng’s head and said, “I’ll go get you some water.” Leng Zheng nodded and continued lying there, catching up on sleep.

Seeing that Leng Zheng seemed fine, Cheng Yunting went to fetch water for her himself. Once he left, Leng Zheng got up, locked the door, and sat on the bed, lost in thought.

When Cheng Yunting returned with the water, he found the door locked and was suddenly a bit anxious.

Chu Yuxiu strolled up slowly and shook his head at Cheng Yunting. “Xiao Zheng should be alright. Her emotions have calmed down. Let her have some quiet time to herself.”

Cheng Yunting was silent for a moment, then nodded. Worried that Leng Zheng might get hungry, he went to prepare food for her.

Once Cheng Yunting had left, Chu Yuxiu let out a sigh of relief, took out a spare key, and went inside.

...

“Xiao Zheng.” Chu Yuxiu walked in carefully and locked the door behind him. “Xiao Zheng.”

Leng Zheng remained in a daze, not noticing him and not responding.

“Xiao Zheng, why don’t you sleep for a while? Or I take you somewhere fun?” Chu Yuxiu waved his hand in front of her face, watching her closely. “Xiao Zheng? Xiao Zheng?”

Still no response. Chu Yuxiu breathed a sigh of relief and confidently knocked Leng Zheng out. Just as he was about to pick her up, someone discovered him.

“Tsk tsk tsk, long time no see, little brother.” The real Chu Yuxiu stepped out from the wardrobe in Leng Zheng’s bedroom. “Didn’t expect you to still be alive.”

At that moment, the bedroom door swung open, led by Cheng Yunting, with everyone looking at her with murderous intent.

“I watched from the beginning; your disguise was flawless. Before I die, I want to know how you saw through me.” The person tore off their human-skin mask and looked at Cheng Yunting, asking.

How should one explain? The person was none other than the venomous supporting actress, Du Ruoyan. Back then, Cheng Yunting personally delivered Du Ruoyan into the Ninth Bureau for torment, but unfortunately, she was later rescued by others.

“Chu Yuxiu is Xiao Zheng’s best friend. After discussing serious matters, he always adds something else; he wouldn’t just stick to business.” Cheng Yunting looked at Du Ruoyan and replied, “Besides, your disguise was poor.”

Du Ruoyan carried a natural pride, not the timid demeanor you displayed. Moreover, she wouldn’t arrive right on the dot, and most importantly, she was already in the bedroom to visit Xiao Zheng.

While everyone was locked in confrontation, none noticed that Leng Zheng had regained consciousness...

Leng Zheng had fully recovered, and as she looked at Du Ruoyan and Cheng Yunting, she suddenly understood the situation. She signaled Chu Yuxiu with her eyes, keeping watch on Du Ruoyan...

Du Ruoyan crouched down, took out a knife, and looked at Leng Zheng’s face. “Well, tell me, who’s faster—you or my knife?”

“What do you mean?!” Chu Yuxiu naturally had to play along, otherwise how could he distract Du Ruoyan?

“Either you let me go and I spare Leng Zheng’s life, or you catch me and I’ll make Leng Zheng wish she were dead.” Du Ruoyan finally glanced their way, answering smugly.

“Then let’s see whose speed wins, mine or your knife.” Leng Zheng smiled and, in a flash, subdued Du Ruoyan.

“Sister, you’re up against the master of the Qin and Su families, or rather, the top assassin on the list. Do you really think you can win?” Chu Yuxiu bound Du Ruoyan with hemp rope, looked innocently at her, and said, “This? A piece of cake.”

Leng Zheng had just woken, feeling weak, and sat down.

Cheng Yunting hurried to pick her up. “Xiao Zheng, do you want something to eat? If so, I’ll carry you downstairs or bring food up. If not, you can rest a bit longer, alright?”

Leng Zheng shook her head. “I want some water. Would you pour me a glass, please?”

“Alright.” Cheng Yunting nodded, set her down on the bed, and went downstairs.

“Brother.” Leng Zheng sat up and called them over. “I want to announce my identity to the public.”

“No, absolutely not.” Qin Yuxuan looked at Leng Zheng. “Are you seriously unaware of your own situation this time? You really dare, Leng Zheng?!”

“I disagree too. Your health is already poor, and you want to go through another ordeal? Even if you can handle it, the rest of us can’t, nor can my brother-in-law! He’s been by your side day and night.” Qin Xiaonan added, “Xiao Zheng, just tell us what you want, don’t force yourself.”

“I’m not forcing myself. I made the decision because I feel ready. Sooner or later, I’ll have to face what happened back then. Even if I don’t reveal it now, I’ll have to eventually. Better now than later.

You all know my nature. I’m not planning to announce immediately; I want to wait until the matter with the Shen family is settled, then make it public.” Leng Zheng looked at them earnestly. “I want to set a trap and destroy the Shen family.”

“I disagree.” At that moment, Cheng Yunting emerged from the shadows, handing water to Leng Zheng. “I firmly oppose it. I can handle the Shen family matter myself; you don’t need to get involved. Announcing your identity for my sake isn’t worth it.”

“Tingbao.” Leng Zheng hugged Cheng Yunting. “Don’t stop me, alright? Anyway, once I announce it, I’ll withdraw. I have no interest in business socializing. Please?”

Cheng Yunting couldn’t bear to refuse, so he nodded. “Alright, you can announce it, but after that, don’t get involved in these things anymore. Go do something else, okay?”

“Okay, I knew you were the best.” Leng Zheng looked at Cheng Yunting with delight and kissed his cheek.

How could Cheng Yunting settle for just one kiss? He pressed his lips to hers, laid her down, and hovered over her...

The Qin brothers and Chu Yuxiu couldn’t stand the public display of affection and left one by one, helping to lock the door as they went.

“Xiao Zheng...” Cheng Yunting whispered in her ear, his breath warm. “You have to be well, promise me.”

Leng Zheng nodded, her breath heavy, her face flushed. She wrapped her arms around Cheng Yunting’s neck. “Just one more kiss, I still have things to do...”

How could Cheng Yunting stop at just one more kiss? He pressed close to Leng Zheng, and soon their clothes were gone, the atmosphere heating up.

Cheng Yunting slowly entered their “home,” the distance between them growing ever more intimate...

“Xiao Zheng...” Cheng Yunting whispered her name in her ear.

“Just... once...” Leng Zheng’s legs were weak, and she spoke softly.

“Alright.”