Wanted criminal!
The three words resounded in Alice's ears, stunning her into stillness. For a long time, she couldn't recover. Finally, Alice gasped, looking at Song Qiao in shock.
"How can this be? Wasn't he the high and mighty leader of the Snow Rong Camp? How did he become a wanted criminal in such a short time? Oh my god."
Her disbelieving murmur made Song Qiao chuckle softly. He pinched Alice's nose. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly spacing out?"
"Nothing, I just… I just feel it's a bit dramatic."
Alice instinctively replied, then fell silent. Indeed, wasn't it dramatic for a person's status to plummet so drastically overnight? Even television dramas wouldn't dare to portray such a turn of events.
"But Hanador's ending is quite satisfying. Yet this drastic fall in his status…" Alice paused, as if struck by a thought, and looked up at Song Qiao. She noticed he was also looking at her. Their eyes met, and Alice's ears tinged red. She parted her lips and stammered, "Could it be that Hanador's sudden downfall is because of me?"
Song Qiao didn't answer. Instead, he pulled her into his embrace, and they kissed. Alice quickly became lost in the moment.
When they finally parted, Alice's chest heaved slightly, her skin glistening with sweat. Her slender arms circled Song Qiao's neck as she breathed, her words like fragrant mist. "Is it because of me, Song?"
"You guess?"
"It really is because of me?" Alice, not a foolish person, paused. She raised her head, gazing into the male protagonist's eyes, blinking. The love in her heart was now impossible to conceal; her eyes were filled with admiration and affection. Although her emotions weren't overtly expressed, Song Qiao, of course, couldn't miss them. He chuckled softly and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead. "Alice, all of this was to save my employees. You mustn't fall in love with me."
At his words, Alice's face flushed instantly, her neck turning a deep red. She blinked. "Song, you're always like this."
"Only with you," Song Qiao smiled.
Alice, flustered and blushing, looked at him with a hint of playful reproach. "What are you going to do next?"
"Of course, I'll work hard. I have my own company, and there are many things waiting for me. I can't just slack off."
For some reason, Alice detected a hint of regret in his last sentence, which surprised her greatly. Song Qiao noticed her gaze and flicked her forehead, smiling. "Besides, I have to report to the Ye Corporation."
Rubbing her forehead, Alice rolled her eyes and, with overwhelming happiness, embraced Song Qiao, burying her face in his chest. The scent from his nose brought her immense peace. "Wherever Song goes, Alice will always be Song's."
"I will definitely repay Song properly and live a normal life with Song." Song Qiao held Alice in his arms and smiled.
The news of Hanador's death, though not a major event, still garnered attention after it spread. Many people who held grudges against Song Qiao seized this opportunity. Soon, numerous individuals sought to tarnish Song Qiao's reputation. This was especially true for the pharmaceutical companies whose products Song Qiao had single-handedly crushed, leaving them with no means of recovery. They were furious and wouldn't easily let go of this chance.
Amidst this tense atmosphere, no one expected the Provincial Governor to be the first to publicly defend Song Qiao.
"Regarding the matter of Hanador, I believe no matter how it is explained, some people will find loopholes."
"However, I believe most people are intelligent. They will have their own thoughts and won't be easily misled."
The Provincial Governor published a rather short article. Below the article was a document. "This document was given to me by Xue Guo, and it is the evidence of Hanador being a spy."
"I hope everyone will be wise and not be led astray by someone, becoming a pawn in their hands."
This document was briefly summarized by some. The contents were extensive, detailing Hanador's role as a spy for Xue Guo and his creation of the Snow Rong Camp spy organization. This evidence was even provided by Xue Guo's official authorities.
"To the citizens, Brigadier General Song's actions are in accordance with the rules of the Ministry of Security and are also an act of safeguarding France's interests."
The Provincial Governor's statement sparked widespread discussion. The matter was debated on various platforms and applications. In this climate, Xue Guo did not pursue the matter further, only sending a message requesting the return of Hanador's corpse.
Upon receiving this news, Mo Ling was silent for a long time. Then, she let out a soft sigh, her eyes filled with admiration and respect. "Impressive. This method is truly beyond ordinary people. I truly misjudged him before."
"With his courage and methods, he can indeed walk shoulder to shoulder with me." As she spoke, Mo Ling slowly closed her eyes, recalling the time spent with Song Qiao. She let out a gentle breath. She felt it was necessary to seriously consider the ideas Song Qiao had shared with her before. Perhaps Song Qiao's perspective was indeed correct. With this thought, Mo Ling opened her eyes, gazing into the distance, a slight smile gracing her lips as she murmured softly, "Song Qiao…"
The incident of Hanador being shot, though not particularly dangerous, resulted in Song Qiao receiving numerous phone calls over the next few days. The purposes of these calls were varied, and Song Qiao found himself increasingly annoyed. Alice, witnessing Song Qiao's distress, felt a pang of worry. After Song Qiao hung up a call, Alice massaged him and asked softly, "Song, is this trouble caused by me?"
"It's nothing," Song Qiao waved his hand, turning his head to look at the scenery receding outside the car window, his eyes filled with an unreadable depth. After a pause, he said softly, "If there's trouble, I'll handle it."
As they spoke, they arrived at the villa. Song Qiao was truly exhausted these past few days. He sat on the sofa, closing his eyes as if to doze off. But soon, he heard footsteps approaching him. A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils, causing him a moment of distraction. Without needing to think, he knew who it was. Song Qiao slowly opened his eyes, but the sight that greeted him made him momentarily stiffen.
Before him stood Alice, wearing a thinly layered jacket, revealing nothing underneath. The fabric of the jacket was delicate, easily torn. Alice had even put on makeup, looking like a flower ready to be plucked, exuding an alluring aura. The moment Song Qiao saw this, his body felt a surge of heat, and he immediately reacted.
Alice's face flushed red, and she bit her lip gently. "Song, stay tonight…"