An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 159 "Who exactly are you?" (Part 2)
"It seems okay today. The wound hasn't reopened or become infected." Jiang Zheng suddenly said this after applying the medicine.

Is he seeking praise?
Should she praise him and say, "You're really good!"? The wound, which should have been almost healed by now, thank goodness, hasn't reopened after five days!
So Chu Yao chose not to respond and pretended not to hear those words.

She remained focused on her work, seemingly oblivious to his presence, and Jiang Zheng simply watched her without saying a word.

Chu Yao reached for the scissors and cut the gauze. Only then did she calmly look up at him. She had noticed that he had been staring at her for the past few minutes.

She had expected him to quickly look away, as he had done many times before, but to her surprise, he did not this time; instead, he stared blankly at her.

"Is there something on my face?" Chu Yao asked bluntly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zheng smiled and said, "No, I think it looks good."

This left Chu Yao speechless. She licked her lips dryly and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

"Wait a minute," Jiang Zheng called out to her, then walked straight into the bathroom, where the sound of metal pipes hitting the ceiling could be heard.

Not long after, the man came out again and handed her three things—a brown linen cloth, a key, and a pistol.

Chu Yao was completely bewildered by the situation and asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that she wouldn't take it, Jiang Zheng didn't press the matter. He put the things on the coffee table, then found a comfortable spot on the sofa and sat down, lazily saying, "I promised you before, I'll see you out."

Chu Yao was still a little confused. She pointed to the objects on the table and asked, "What are these things...?"

"This is a map of the manor. The red lines are the escape routes I've drawn for you. The area is heavily fortified, and the possible exits to the east, west, and north are patrolled 24 hours a day, so you can only go south."

The southern part of the manor is a large area of ​​cliffs and steep slopes with dense vegetation. When the manor was built, the modification was too difficult, and the terrain was difficult for people to climb up from below, so it had a natural advantage and was preserved.

Coming up is almost impossible, but going down from above is somewhat feasible, namely by water.

Jiang Zheng leaned forward, spread out the map on the coffee table, and lightly tapped it with his fingertip. "Follow the red line all the way here. I marked it with a triangle. The key is the key to the warehouse behind the villa. There's a small kayak inside. Drift down the canyon from the upper reaches, and someone will meet you at the lower reaches. Just follow him, and there won't be any problems."

Chu Yao listened blankly, her mind filled with doubts. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you?"

Jiang Zheng's fingertips, which were touching the map, suddenly stopped. He didn't answer, but continued to speak to himself: "We will act promptly at midnight tomorrow night. We can move a little earlier, but we cannot postpone it."

In short, remember, you must make sure you are out of Xu Penggang's sight before 12:30 tomorrow night.

Chu Yao stared straight at him, her eyes unblinking. "You are..." she paused, then hesitated before asking, "Are you... a good person?"

The chandelier on the ceiling cast a bright yellow light that fell on the hair on his head. Jiang Zheng didn't look up; his gaze remained fixed on the map in front of him, his face hidden in shadow.

Chu Yao couldn't see his expression, but she heard him chuckle faintly: "Do I look like a good person to you?"

It seemed that the person in front of me had become just like when we first met: eccentric, mysterious, dangerous, and aggressive.

The subtle care and gentleness that were once unintentionally revealed are gone.

Jiang Zheng reached out to hook the trigger guard of the pistol on the table, then suddenly stood up and walked towards her step by step. With a flick of his wrist, he adjusted the grip, pointing it towards Chu Yao. Jiang Zheng held the gun and gestured, "Do you know how to use it?"

Chu Yao knew how to use it; she had been trained in the military and it was an essential skill. But at this moment, she was momentarily stunned, perhaps out of fear of the unknown, and she hesitated for a moment before not answering.

Seeing this, Jiang Zheng remained silent, only bending down to grab her right hand, then forcibly prying it open, stuffing the gun handle into her palm, and then using his own hand to firmly wrap around the back of her hand, forcing her to tightly grip the cold metal handle.

Strong and unyielding.

He then stood behind her, guiding her to raise the pistol in her hand high, aiming it at the red and white vase with winter plum blossoms printed on it on the living room cabinet.

The man lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice deep and magnetic, each word carrying an indescribable power: "Chu Yao, you must take your destiny into your own hands."

Warm breath sprayed against her ear, and at that moment, Chu Yao felt her hair stand on end.

The next second, he pressed her index finger and decisively pulled the trigger.

However, the vase did not explode as expected, and the gun was not loaded.

Chu Yao let out a deep breath, still shaken. What would happen if gunshots rang out from the villa at this hour? What would the consequences be?
Chu Yao's mind was too chaotic. She didn't have the energy to think about the panic that rose in her heart the moment the trigger was pulled. Was it worry about herself... or something else?
My brain inexplicably went blank, briefly freezing in place.

Chu Yao clearly felt the large hand holding her slowly loosen its grip, and the weight of the metal pistol gradually shifted entirely to her right hand, a heavy feeling washing over her.

The moment he completely let go, perhaps because he hadn't fully adjusted to the weight in his hand, or perhaps because he was so frightened that his limbs were weak and he couldn't exert any strength, Chu Yao's right arm suddenly sank down.

Now, free from constraints and without support, Chu Yao lowered her eyes and stared intently at the gun in her hand. No one knew what she was thinking.

A few seconds later, she gripped the gun handle tightly, raised her arm again, and aimed at the red and white vase—a winter plum blossom braving the snow, rising against the cold.

Jiang Zheng had already retreated a few steps behind her and stood quietly, watching the girl's thin back. After a long while, he spoke again: "I modified the gun and installed a silencer, but it will still be somewhat noticeable at night. Don't fire unless absolutely necessary."

Chu Yao had her back to him and didn't turn around. She only asked one last question: "Do you really have to leave tomorrow night?"

Jiang Zheng answered decisively: "Yes."

I also wanted to personally escort you out of here, but... this is all I can do.

A knock sounded quietly at the door.

Who would be looking for me this late?

Jiang Zheng gestured to Chu Yao to put everything away, then went to open the door, where Li Yasong stood.

"Brother Zheng, the boss is looking for you."

Jiang Zheng raised an eyebrow, his tone ambiguous: "Your information network is really good. You've only been back for less than ten minutes."

Upon hearing this, Li Yasong simply lowered his eyes and did not respond.