Oh no! He acted swiftly, hiding behind the door. Just as Shan'er was about to turn on the light, he reached out and covered her mouth with his large hand, pressing the cold, sharp blade against her slender neck.
All the actions were completed within seconds.
"Don't turn on the lights!" Zhang Boxuan said in a rough voice.
He heard her utter a curse in the darkness.
Shan'er never imagined she would encounter such bad luck. It turns out that even with a tight security system, it is still impossible to prevent the intrusion of scoundrels.
"You want money?" she asked cautiously. "I have plenty of money to give you, as long as you don't hurt me!"
He couldn't help but admire her extraordinary courage; she remained calm and fearless even in this situation, and tried to negotiate with him.
"Hmph! I don't want your money!" he couldn't help but add, "Who cares about your money!"
Strange! She felt that the thief was a bit odd, and the male body close behind her had a familiar scent.
"So what do you want to do?" she asked calmly.
"Find evidence!"
To think that a knife could subdue her is a gross underestimation of her; she has studied self-defense.
With lightning speed, Shan'er lowered her head, opened her pearly teeth, and bit his palm. He felt the pain and let go, and the knife fell to the ground. Then she raised her leg and kicked upwards, which he caught with lightning speed. But at the same moment, he stepped on something and his whole body tilted forward.
As he fell, he reached out and pulled upwards, and the two of them fell together onto the huge mahogany table, scattering small items all over the floor.
She struggled fiercely, shouting angrily, "Don't touch me! Get away!"
His mind was filled with worry about whether she was hurt, and he couldn't help but yell, "Don't move!" He forgot to disguise his tone.
Hmm? That voice sounds familiar, could it be...?
"You are...!" she exclaimed in surprise.
He actually used such a despicable method to harass her!
Enraged, Shan'er lashed out and punched him, kicking wildly. Zhang Boxuan, somewhat flustered, grabbed her hand while trying to dodge her attacks. Left with no other choice, he used his legs to clamp her feet together, and the two became tightly entwined.
"You wicked bully!" Shan'er shouted angrily in a sweet voice.
A chaotic fight broke out, and Zhang Boxuan was also enraged by her. He said fiercely, "I'm a bully, and what about you? Who was it that pretended to be a promiscuous woman in Sydney to seduce me seven years ago, and then left after a one-night stand?"
He was angry that she was toying with him like this, making him run around in circles, and he was also angry that she was so casual and didn't respect herself.
"I remember everything. Do you want me to recount what happened that night? I remember your beautiful figure and passionate reactions perfectly..."
Now she was truly terrified, and could only weakly plead in a low voice, "No... don't say... anymore..."
"Or do you want to relive the past to remember it? No problem, I'm happy to oblige." He wished he could crack open this woman's head to see what was inside—bean curd residue or tofu pudding?
"Turn on the light, quick!" she yelled, nearly in despair.
"Alright! Let's get straight to the point and have a proper talk!" He pressed the lamp button, and the light came on, revealing a long-haired girl in a light blue dress. She had a pure and refined air about her, a pitiful side of Kim Sun-ah after she took off her strong woman mask.
"It really is you!" Zhang Boxuan's mask had been torn off by Shan'er during the struggle, and now the two faced each other with their true faces.
She pushed him away forcefully and glimpsed a piece of paper in his hand.
"What are you holding in your hand?" Please, please don't let it be "that thing"...
"I'll expose the evidence of your lies!" He casually crossed his legs and sat down on the chair next to him.
"You stole my photos!" she exclaimed in panic.
"Even thieves have their code of honor. I admit I stole this photo, but what about you? If I hadn't done this, you would have kept me in the dark forever!"
Shan'er glared at him fiercely, without saying a word.
"It's truly a miracle, I heard about this photo from Xuande. Your son told me this 'secret'..." He paused, then added, "No! Maybe it's mine..."
"Shut up!" Shan'er immediately snapped at him. "Xuan De and Xuan Ling are my children, you can't take them away from me!"
His eyes flashed, his tone becoming even more aggressive. "Then let me ask you, how did you get this photo? Seven years ago, I met a strange woman in Sydney. After spending the night with her, she disappeared. Although I don't remember much about what happened that night, I'm certain I was drugged..." He brought the photo closer to his eyes, examining it closely. A brightly colored drink was also visible in the picture. "There must be something wrong with this drink, right?"
With irrefutable evidence, and faced with his calm analysis, meticulously unraveling the truth, Shan'er opened her mouth several times but remained speechless.
"No wonder Xuande looks so much like me, and Xuanling... clearly looks like you. Besides, all the children's names have 'Xuan' in them. Can you still say they aren't my children?"
"This is my business, it's none of your concern!" she continued her last stand.
He decided to use his trump card. "It's fine if you don't admit it, I'll take them for DMA testing, then we'll know if they're my children!"
Shan'er's arrogance vanished instantly, her eyes filled with panic. "I want my child, I just want my child..."
"Why did you choose me?" This was his biggest question.
She awkwardly looked away and said, "Many years ago, in a heavy rain, I met you..." Seeing Zhang Boxuan's expression, she knew he had no memory of it.
"You may have forgotten, but I remember it clearly. You took off your coat and gave it to me, afraid that I would catch a cold if I got wet in the rain. Do you know, that was the first time in my life that I felt warmth."
Her deep, distant eyes seemed to gaze into his very soul.
"I forgot," he admitted.
"I know you won't remember this, because it's nothing special to you. Back then, I secretly asked Siwa to investigate your background. Just as I expected, whether it's family background, character, or intelligence, your 'breed' is excellent, so excellent that there's nothing to criticize. Naturally, I approached you..."
He scoffed. "So, the biggest mistake was that my genes were too superior..." How come he never knew that "superiority" could also be a mistake?