CHAPTER 256: 235: I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

He wanted to give the young lady a grand wedding.

Whether it was the custom-made wedding dress, or the on-site arrangement and planning, everything had to be entrusted to the top-tier teams—or even handled personally.

Yu Zhi softly responded and nestled herself in the man’s warm embrace, rubbing the top of her head against his chin: "Shi Wei, I have a lot to do tomorrow, so I can’t have lunch with you."

"Going to the detention center?" Shi Wei raised an eyebrow.

Calculating the days, tomorrow happened to be the weekly appointment between her and Yu Baisheng. That matter should also bear some results by now.

"Mm, tomorrow is also U.M.’s new product launch. I have to monitor the sales in the afternoon. By the time I finish, it’ll likely be nine or ten o’clock."

"Then I’ll pick you up in the evening."

Shi Wei had been quite busy recently, not only because of a shelved project that needed to be restarted but also because of scheduled meetings with some important clients.

Basically, his agenda for the next few days was fully packed.

Luckily, Xing Ye’s foundation was strong, allowing certain tasks to be delegated to subordinates. Otherwise, he feared he wouldn’t have even a moment to spend with the young lady.

Yu Zhi tilted her chin slightly, her crimson lips brushing against his Adam’s apple in a barely perceptible touch.

An inadvertent tease—lethal.

Just as the atmosphere grew more heated, Shi Wei’s large hand resting on the girl’s slender waist was about to sneak under her hemline.

A mobile phone placed to the side suddenly rang, forcing him to pause his actions.

"Brother, do you have a channel for handling firearms?"

Far away at Yushui Bay, Shi Yin was in a state of panic, his voice trembling as he spoke.

After returning home with Ruan Yuan, he was initially preparing to make some snacks for her. But when he accidentally touched a black cylindrical object hidden in the steam oven...

A silver storage cabinet filled with guns suddenly appeared before his eyes. His pupils shrank instantly, and he froze in place.

After the initial shock, he quickly calmed himself down.

His first thought was not to question the woman who was still in the bathroom but rather how to handle all these items properly.

With Shi Wei’s name flashing in his mind, he dialed his number without hesitating.

"Shi Yin, did you open the oven?"

The girl’s clear and elegant voice reached his ears; her calm demeanor put Shi Yin at ease slightly.

He leaned his weight entirely against the kitchen counter for support: "Mm, what should I do?"

"It won’t cause trouble for now. You should talk to Ruan Yuan first."

"You all knew already? She..."

"If you want answers, ask her directly," Shi Wei said as he snatched the girl’s phone and tossed out this remark before taking her away for an intimate evening.

"Beep—"

Shi Yin slowly placed the now silent phone down.

He shut the oven, glanced toward the bathroom, a complex mix of emotions stirring in his eyes.

Not long after, the sound of running water gradually diminished.

The door opened, and warm mist drifted out.

Water droplets clung to the woman’s long lashes, trembling faintly as she blinked, before falling softly to the ground like scattered blossoms.

At this moment, it should have been a suitable time for a romantic conversation, yet Shi Yin felt no trace of flirtatious sentiment.

Sitting on the sofa, he simply watched her.

There was so much within those beautiful features that it was hard to decipher.

Ruan Yuan, being incredibly perceptive, sensed something was amiss with just a casual glance. She paused in the midst of drying her hair: "What’s wrong?"

Shi Yin remained silent, his gaze fixed on her long hair as he habitually retrieved the hair dryer from the cabinet, waiting for her to sit beside him.

As his fingertips passed through strands of her hair, he hesitated no longer before asking: "Why are there so many guns in the house?"

The noise of the hair dryer concealed his question.

Ruan Yuan didn’t catch the full sentence, but she still picked up on the sensitive keyword.

She placed her palm over his warm hand, forcing him to turn off the dryer. "Shi Yin, are you afraid?"

Ruan Yuan didn’t turn around. She didn’t want to see any panic or rejection in his eyes.

She was nervous, after all, she’d hidden this from him for so long.

She was also relieved, knowing that this day would come sooner or later.

Torn in contradiction, her hand clenched the sofa cushion at her side while her back straightened rigidly.

"No," Shi Yin said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

He rested against her shoulder, his cheek pressed against her still-damp hair, murmuring softly: "Ruan Yuan, I want to know everything about you."

During the time they’d known and loved one another, he had always felt an underlying sense of unreality.

Even though she was right there beside him, it felt as if she was out of reach.

As if there was an invisible, untouchable layer of thin veiling between them, one he could never seem to pierce.

Now.

He finally understood where that feeling came from.

Fortunately, there was still time.

Shi Yin’s attitude finally broke through Ruan Yuan’s restraint, prompting her to impulsively throw herself into his embrace. She turned and wrapped her arms around his waist, her eyes closing in dependence.

"When I was eighteen, I met a friend..."

Ruan’s mother wasn’t in good health. The money Meng Zheng provided was far from enough to ensure a worry-free life for them in a foreign country.

During a part-time job, Ruan Yuan met a friend in an internet café who shared similar interests. After a brief period of getting to know each other, he proactively offered to help her.

At first, he only asked her to take some photographs.

Simply following cheating men and capturing supposed evidence was sufficient.

Later on, when he discovered her talent with computers, he introduced her to another man.

Under that ’mentor,’ she learned many skills—not just intelligence gathering but also how to use her charm effectively.

But such a life was inherently shadowed and unspeakable.

Although Ruan Yuan had never killed anyone herself, she’d witnessed enough blood and gore to grow entirely desensitized.

She turned into a shell of a person, numb to all the emotions a human should naturally have.

Even though she no longer had to worry about financial security, even though she had amassed wealth that regular people couldn’t dream of earning in a lifetime, it wasn’t enough to fill the hollowness in her heart.

Over time, Ruan Yuan grew weary.

When she voiced her desire to leave the organization, she was met with staunch opposition—even her family was used as leverage to threaten her.

But how could she resign herself to being the lamb brought to the slaughter?

Ruan Yuan steeled her nerves and fled with Ruan’s mother in the dead of night to Australia—a place beyond the reach of their influence.

She changed her name and opened a small convenience store near their new home, spending her free time at welfare centers caring for children.

Just as she thought she could live out the rest of her life peacefully.

Those people found her again.

"They believe I hold a lot of sensitive information, so they’ve come with the intent to kill me." Ruan Yuan scoffed coldly at this point.