My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

"Let go," he said.

"I won't let go."

He shook off her hand.

But the next second, she hugged him again, even tighter.

He shook him off again.

She hugged him again, her voice trembling, "Su Ming, please don't do this! I don't want to see you so sad!"

Su Ming shook him off again.

Yang Tian hugged him again, her face full of affection, and said, "If we're going to be sad, then let's be sad together! I don't want to see you suffer alone!"

Looking at her stubborn yet affectionate expression, Su Ming's heart softened.

The rain poured down harder, pounding on the ground and splashing water. Everyone on the street had long since fled; only the two of them remained, standing in the rain, one swinging, the other hugging, like two fools.

Finally, Su Ming stopped shaking him.

He turned around and looked at the girl in front of him, soaking wet and shivering. Looking at her stubborn eyes and her hands tightly hugging him, the strong defense in his heart suddenly collapsed.

He hugged her tightly.

He held her so tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

His tears finally flowed, mingling with the rain and becoming indistinguishable from each other.

"Are you stupid!" His voice choked, trembling in the rain. "Is it worth it to get soaked like this with me? Aren't you cold?"

Yang Tian buried her head in his chest and nodded vigorously.

"It's worth it." Her voice was muffled, yet so firm. "As long as you're by my side, I'm not afraid of the cold. Even if it's cold, I'll stay with you."

Su Ming's heart softened completely.

He cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. Rain dripped down her eyelashes; her eyes were red, yet incredibly bright, filled entirely with him.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

The rain poured down, and it felt as if the world consisted of just the two of them.

That kiss was so forceful, so deep, as if it wanted to melt away all the grievances, all the anger, and all the love in that moment.

Yang Tian closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and responded to him.

The two embraced tightly in the rain, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Rain streamed down their faces, making it impossible to tell whose tears or kisses were being shed.

At that moment, all the doubts, all the anger, and all the grievances were washed away by the heavy rain.

Only two hearts remained, pressed tightly together in the rain.

They didn't separate until some time had passed.

Su Ming pressed his forehead against hers, looked into her eyes, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Yang Tian shook her head and smiled. That smile was especially beautiful in the rain.

"Don't say sorry," she said. "I believe in you, and I believe in my brother. He'll come back, and things will be alright."

Su Ming nodded.

"We'll face this together." Yang Tian held his hand. "No matter what happens, we'll face it together."

Su Ming looked at her, and a surge of unprecedented courage welled up in his heart.

So what if it's 285,000?

So what if I go to jail?

With her around, he wasn't afraid of anything.

It's still raining.

The two clung tightly to each other as they walked forward.

Behind me, the motorcycle lay forlornly on the side of the road, its headlights still on, flashing in the rain.

Like a lamp, it illuminated their path forward.

The momentary sweetness completely washed away the unease in Su Ming's heart.

Su Ming wrapped his arm around Yang Tian's slender waist, his hand feeling its cool dampness, yet he could feel the softness and delicacy of her waist. He looked down at her, the gloom in his eyes mostly dissipating, and said softly, "Come on, I'll treat you to some spicy hot pot."

Yang Tian brushed her wet hair aside, water droplets falling from the ends and shimmering in the post-rain sunshine. She looked down at herself—her T-shirt clung to her body, her skirt was soaked, and her shoes squeaked on the ground.

She looked up, smiled, and said, "Our clothes and shoes are all wet. Let's go buy some clothes first. It's on you."

Su Ming thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Forget about the clothes and shoes, I'll just go back and change."

Yang Tian tugged at his sleeve, her gesture carrying a hint of coquettishness: "Let's not go back. Let's go to my brother's house! I'll help you dry your clothes slowly."

Su Ming was taken aback: "This...isn't that inappropriate?"

Yang Tian smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into crescents: "Let's go. If my brother really lied to you, you'll know how to find him later."

These words warmed Su Ming's heart once again.

He raised his hand and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, his touch as tender as caressing a fragile piece of porcelain. Looking into her eyes, his voice was slightly hoarse: "You...for me, you'd be willing to sell your brother too?"

Yang Tian gave a bitter laugh, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

She let the tears stream down her cheeks, her voice choked yet resolute: "If my brother really lied to you, making you bear such a heavy burden, what reason would I have to help him and continue lying to you?"

Looking into her watery eyes, Su Ming's heart melted.

He gently stroked her face, his fingertips wiping away her tear tracks, the touch warm and moist. He looked at her and asked, slowly and deliberately, "Am I really that good? Worthy of turning against your family?"

Yang Tian smiled and nodded, tears still streaming down her face, yet her smile was so radiant.

"Yes," she said. "You are just that good. You dared to stand up against the Hunan gang all by yourself; you are already a hero in my eyes."

She paused, wiped away her tears, and continued, "And today, my brother left you with such a huge burden, yet you didn't get angry at me the moment we met. This is enough to prove that you still care about me. You still can't bear to part with me, right?"

Su Ming looked at her, at her soaked hair, her swollen eyes, and the forced smile, and his last line of defense completely collapsed.

He grabbed her and held her tightly in his arms.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed her again.

This kiss was different from the frenzy in the rain. It was gentler and longer, as if it wanted to melt all the unspoken words into this kiss.

Yang Tian closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his waist, and responded to him.

Someone walked by on the street, their footsteps echoing a few times before fading into the distance.

The two were completely unaware.

After a while, Yang Tian blushed and gently pushed him away, whispering, "The rain has stopped, and people are coming along the road. Let's go to my brother's house... You can kiss me however you like."

Su Ming paused for a moment, then smiled.

He turned and walked towards the motorcycle lying on the side of the road, picked it up, climbed into the driver's seat, and turned back to Yang Tian, ​​extending his hand: "Come on, get on. I'll ride."

Yang Tian handed him her hand and sat down in the back seat.

Just as Su Ming was about to start the car, he suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask, "By the way, is anyone else at your brother's house?"

Yang Tian blushed slightly, lowered her head, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "My sister-in-law will be staying here. But don't worry, she went back to her hometown yesterday. My brother is away on a business trip, so he definitely won't be coming back."

She paused, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes, and her voice became even softer: "Tonight... just the two of us there."

Su Ming was stunned.

He looked at her, at her flushed face, at her evasive eyes, and suddenly understood something.

Is this beautiful woman asking him to stay overnight at her brother's house?