SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Inside the bedroom.

Lin Mu stood in front of the French windows, and a faint flame was lit again at his fingertips. This was the third cigarette he had lit in a row.

When the first cigarette burned out, he barely managed to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

From the second one onwards, his eyes gradually became as deep as an abyss, and his expression grew increasingly solemn: "I am certain that it was not an illusion. If she hadn't tackled me in time, I would have been exposed to him."

Lin Mu's face was terribly gloomy at this moment, and he felt that his cognition had completely collapsed.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, and as he exhaled the smoke, he said in a deep voice, "If that's really the case, then many of the previous doubts can be explained."

"In this absurd world, what is real and what is fake?"

"Ha...so it was already rotten from the top floor a long time ago?"

In an instant, an extreme chill surged from his body, like an invisible icy mist that instantly filled the entire bedroom.

He sneered, his voice chillingly cold: "Now all the clues make sense."

"Countless times, I have overturned all the information I had because it was you."

"I once regarded you as a role model, but you stand at the top of darkness, mocking all living beings."

He lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and gazed at the waning moon outside the window. His self-deprecating laugh was particularly jarring in the silence: "Righteousness? That's fucking ridiculous."

"For this false sense of righteousness, the fifteen chiefs of the Zhen'e Court, three hundred special-class soldiers, and nearly ten thousand awakened soldiers were all lost in the Forbidden City."

As the cigarette butt burned halfway down, an endless killing intent suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his voice was icy: "The true mastermind behind the final battle is actually you—the National Guardian!"

After a while, Lin Mu stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his voice even lower: "But you're someone who's always at the top, what exactly are you trying to achieve by doing this?"

"Or... what are you afraid of, Envoy of the Nation?"

"Are you afraid that the power of other people in this world can threaten you?"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly again: "I should have known better, all those suspicious things you did before the final battle..."

"Click—"

The door was gently pushed open, and Su Nianhe appeared in the doorway.

She gazed at the bedroom, which was filled with smoke and exuded a chill.

She walked lightly to Lin Mu's side, standing beside him as they gazed out the window. Her red lips parted slightly: "What are you thinking about?"

"Some past events." Lin Mu raised an eyebrow slightly and added casually, "Also, you've entered the wrong room."

Su Nianhe changed the subject, her voice tinged with probing: "Are you wondering about the identity of the person who ultimately attacked you?"

"Or perhaps, you've already guessed?"

Lin Mu suddenly turned to look at her, his pupils shrinking: "You..."

Su Nianhe interrupted softly, her tone firm: "On the way back, I kept having doubts, but this matter was too unbelievable, so I thought it was just my imagination."

"But with your gloomy expression right now, I feel like my guess is probably right."

After she finished speaking, she turned to Lin Mu, raised her hand, and just as her fingertips were about to touch his cheek, Lin Mu gently grasped her wrist.

His voice carried a barely perceptible tension: "It's late, go and rest."

Su Nianhe smiled charmingly, her alluring body taking a step forward, instantly closing the distance between them until their breaths mingled.

Her voice was as gentle as water: "Does your wrist feel nice to touch?"

Lin Mu's expression froze. Just as he released her wrist, Su Nianhe grabbed his collar and pulled him tightly against her.

Lin Mu looked surprised, but her voice grew even gentler: "No matter what happens, I will stand by your side."

There's no other reason than that I like you.

The next second, Su Nianhe's cheek pressed against Lin Mu's chest—

"Thump thump thump thump thump—" His heartbeat suddenly went out of control, pounding against their skin as if it were a drum.

A sweet smile returned to Su Nianhe's lips, just as Lin Mu gently grasped her slender waist, preparing to push her away...

She suddenly leaned down and pounced on Lin Mu on the bed!

Lin Mu's pupils widened suddenly. Before he could react, her soft red lips, warm to the touch, pressed against his.

"Hiss—" Lin Mu gasped, the stinging pain on his lips bringing him back to his senses instantly.

With a few drops of blood on her lips, Su Nianhe quickly stood up, lightly licking the blood from the corner of her mouth with her tongue. Her voice was softer than before: "Okay, here's a goodnight kiss. I'll be gentler next time."

"Are you sick? There won't be a next time."

Lin Mu looked at her with a stern face. The wound on his lower lip was still slowly bleeding, but his heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

"A man who says one thing but means another." Su Nianhe turned around with a smile, her smile growing even brighter.

She paused slightly as she reached the door, her fingertips resting on the doorknob. She turned to meet Lin Mu's gaze, her tone becoming more serious:

"Lin Mu, actually I don't really like the smell of smoke."

She paused, her eyes curving slightly: "But if it's you, I'll get used to it gradually."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently closed the door.

Lin Mu sat on the bed, his mind blank. He muttered, "What is all this...?"

"Click—"

The door was suddenly pushed open again, and Lin Mu's face stiffened. Before he could speak, Su Nianhe interrupted him, saying, "Lin Mu, you haven't said goodnight to me yet."

Lin Mu looked bewildered and subconsciously uttered two words: "Goodnight..."

Su Nianhe nodded in satisfaction: "Good night." After saying that, she closed the door again.

After calming down, Lin Mu muttered to herself, "Why did I respond to her? Why did I listen to her?"

He shook his head, trying to suppress the strange feeling in his heart: "It must be because I'm too tired today."

A moment later, he reached for the cigarette case, picked up a cigarette between his fingers, paused, and then put it back in the case.

Lying in bed, the scene from earlier replayed in his mind over and over again. He murmured softly, "What is liking? And what defines liking...?"

Then she gave a helpless smile: "What am I thinking? I feel like my life has been completely disrupted by her..."

"Click—"

The door was pushed open for the third time. Lin Mu was completely speechless, not even looking up: "Couldn't you have knocked first?"

"This is our home, why should I knock?" Su Nianhe smiled and walked to the bedside, sitting down gracefully.

"I already said goodnight, why did you come back?" Lin Mu helplessly propped himself up and looked at her.

The next second, Su Nianhe suddenly lay down on her side next to Lin Mu, her hair brushing against his arm, carrying a faint fragrance.

Lin Mu subconsciously shifted to the other side, his brows furrowing slightly: "What are you planning now?"

Su Nianhe shifted her position on the bed, resting her chin on her hands, blinking her beautiful eyes at him with a captivating smile at the corners: "Lin Mu, let's sleep in the same bed."

"No way!" Lin Mu raised an eyebrow and refused.

Su Nianhe chuckled softly, her two slender, fair legs swinging gently in the air: "You think it's okay just because you say so?"