Miss Shen ran away after finishing her meal, which angered her short-lived uncle to the point of res

Chapter 217 You're not my wife, mind your own business

As darkness fell, the two quickly started a campfire.

The orange-red campfire crackled in front of the small shed.

Shen Feiwan took off her gloves and brought her frozen fingers close to the fire. The firelight danced on her face, making her almond-shaped eyes shine brightly.

Bo Junxing stared intently at her profile, illuminated by the firelight.

Shen Feiwan grew a little annoyed by his stare and gave him a light kick on the shoe. "What are you looking at?"

"Because you're pretty." Bo Junxing continued to stare at her, remaining motionless as the tip of her boot pressed against him.

"…………" Shen Feiwan withdrew her leg speechlessly and threw a branch into the fire. "Stop trying to make conversation."

“Alright,” Bo Junxing poked at the fire, sparks flying everywhere, “then let’s get down to business.”

He looked up at her. "Why are you being chased?"

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow at him, "Really not the assassin you hired?"

"Of course not. When you first said that, I thought you were joking. What?" Bo Junxing's brows furrowed suddenly, and his voice deepened. "What made you think that way?"

Seeing that he was getting excited, Shen Feiwan pouted and said, "It's no fun, I was just joking with you."

"Then stop joking." Bo Junxing slammed the fire poker into the fire, sparks crackling as it flew. "I might die with you, so even if I die, at least let me know why, right?"

Shen Feiwan stared at the flickering flames, thought for a moment, and said, "Let's talk about it after we escape. I can't be sure myself right now."

“Heh,” Bo Junxing suddenly sneered, “It seems you’re still wary of me and there are many things you’re hiding from me.”

He stood up, brushed the snow off his pants, and said, "You keep saying you want to wipe the slate clean, but you haven't shown any sincerity."

After saying that, he turned around, bent down, and crawled into the small shed behind him.

Shen Feiwan turned around and glanced at his back, saying, "Because you're trying to mess with me. I don't trust you, and telling you would be like exposing my Achilles' heel to you."

Bo Junxing's mocking laughter came from inside the shed, "Ha, you really are a liar. Just now you said that you yourself were not sure, so you didn't tell me, but now you admit that you didn't tell me because you simply didn't want to."

"Then you have to promise me that from now on, all our grudges will be wiped clean. No matter what I do in the future, you won't cause me any more trouble. If you promise that, I'll tell you everything."

"I initially invited you here because I wanted to have a proper talk and tell you everything I could. But who knew that what greeted me as soon as I got off the plane was your imprisonment? Think about it yourself, whose fault is this really?"

Bo Junxing sneered, "You're always right."

Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow. "Generally speaking, I rarely look for problems within myself. But with you..." She paused for a moment, "I do feel a little guilty. But discussing who's right and who's wrong is pointless now. Just give me a straight answer, do you agree or not?"

Bo Junxing scoffed lightly, "You think you can just wipe the slate clean with a few words? Would you be willing to do that if you were in my shoes?"

"Ah!" Shen Feiwan suddenly roared, grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it on the ground. "Stop being so stubborn! I really can't do anything with you anymore. Whether you're willing or not, it won't do anyone any good if we keep fighting like this."

"Then let's both suffer losses." Bo Junxing closed his eyes. "Keep your voice down, I'm going to sleep."

The biting wind made it impossible to fall asleep. Bo Junxing, with his back to Shen Feiwan, squinted at the dilapidated shed, lost in thought.

Can you wipe the slate clean? Absolutely not.

Shen Feiwan didn't know what to do. She stared at Bo Junxing's back for a long time and decided to turn her helplessness into food.

She pulled out another can of food, thinking that eating something would at least warm her up.

The metal cover had just been pried open halfway when a "clang" sound seemed to come from afar.

She immediately stopped what she was doing, her fingertips hovering in mid-air, and turned to ask Bo Junxing, "Did you hear anything?"

"No," Bo Junxing blurted out without even thinking.

"Don't be angry with me," Shen Feiwan stood up, the snow crunching under her feet. "I really heard it just now."

Bo Junxing frowned. "The sound of you opening the can, and the noise of you walking around."

Shen Feiwan frowned: "It's not that. Be serious. I was talking about the 'clang' sound in the distance."

"I didn't hear it; perhaps the snow broke the branch."

Shen Feiwan didn't say anything more and slowly sat back down by the fire.

However, she had lost her appetite by now.

She put the can lid back on, placed it down, and then crouched down to squeeze into the shed.

The moment my legs touched his thin, even back, I heard him sneer, "How ironic. The person who played with me, deceived me, and abandoned me is now trying to squeeze against me for warmth."

He chuckled, "Maybe she'll even snuggle into my arms in the middle of the night."

Shen Feiwan rolled her eyes at the back of his head, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll kick you out."

"Try?" He suddenly turned around, his nose almost touching hers. "There are no ropes binding me now. Do you think I'm still the fish on the bed you tied to yesterday, at your mercy?"

"Shut up." Shen Feiwan turned over, curled up with her back to Bo Junxing, and said, "Can't you just stay warm and sleep without talking?"

The cramped space forced the two of them to press their backs together.

The icy air made her limbs numb, but she felt a warmth only from where they were touching.

But this amount of calories is far from enough.

Shen Feiwan thought to herself that Bo Junxing was absolutely right. She really wanted to snuggle into his arms, preferably by unzipping his clothes and crawling inside to keep warm.

However, this is just wishful thinking; given their current relationship, it's not appropriate.

Shen Feiwan thought again, if only she hadn't asked Bo Junxing to come to this godforsaken place that day. She really wanted to go home, and she wondered if Chen Youen's concussion had healed yet.

Thinking about things haphazardly, he suddenly heard the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow from not far away.

The sound was very clear; it was definitely the sound of a human wearing shoes walking on the snow.

Shen Feiwan and Bo Junxing both heard it, and they both sat up abruptly, their foreheads almost colliding.

"You heard it too, right?" Shen Feiwan lowered her voice.

Bo Junxing grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, saying, "It's more than just hearing."

His gaze swept past her shoulder, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Shen Feiwan followed his gaze and saw two dark figures approaching with guns in the snow. They were the two assassins from before.

Bo Junxing quickly grabbed Shen Feiwan and rushed out of the small shed, their movements so fast that they stirred up a gust of cold wind.

He grabbed the backpack from the ground and threw it onto Shen Feiwan's back, saying, "Use this to block some of the view."

After saying that, he quickly picked up another bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Let's hurry!"

"Bang!" The assassin behind them fired a shot from a distance as the two ran away.

The first bullet grazed past Shen Feiwan's ear, the gust of air it created stinging her cheek.

Bo Junxing suddenly tackled her to the ground in the snow, and a second bullet 'thud'ed into the spot where they had just been standing.

Fortunately, neither of them was injured.

"Split up! Let's go into the woods." Bo Junxing growled in her ear, then rolled to his right.

Taking advantage of the situation, Shen Feiwan lunged to the left, and the third bullet blasted a white flower into the snow.

The two quickly rushed into the dense forest, where the thick tree trunks provided excellent cover.

The bullets whizzed past the tree bark, splashing up clouds of snow on the ground.

"Bang! Bang!" Two more shots were fired, the bullets hitting the tree trunk beside Shen Feiwan, sending wood chips flying.

She rolled to the side and hid behind a thick pine tree, panting heavily.

Bo Junxing then used the cover of several birch trees to move quickly.

His figure appeared and disappeared among the trees, moving as nimbly as a snow leopard.

Gradually, the gunfire stopped.

Deep in the dense forest, Bo Junxing took the initiative to meet up with Shen Feiwan.

"Didn't you say we'd split up?" Shen Feiwan lowered her voice and glanced at him. "Their target is me. You don't need to risk your life."

Bo Junxing sneered, "Shen Feiwan, you are no longer my wife, so mind your own business."

The two ran through the snow, their steps uneven, when suddenly Bo Junxing abruptly stopped. Shen Feiwan stumbled and nearly bumped into his back.

"What's wrong?" Her words trailed off when she saw the scene before her.

Ahead, the snow-covered landscape suddenly stopped.

There, it turned out, was a sheer cliff.

Shen Feiwan narrowed her eyes, thinking that she was truly at her wit's end.

She turned to look at Bo Junxing and found that he was also looking at her.

Their eyes met, and they both saw the same weariness in each other's eyes.

After running all day, I'm fucking too tired to run anymore.

Soon, heavy footsteps and heavy breathing came from behind them.

The two assassins caught up with us.

After they saw the cliff behind Shen Feiwan and Bo Junxing, the burly man with snake tattoos on his face grinned and raised his gun.

"boom!"

The bullets struck the snow at Shen Feiwan's feet. The tattooed man was extremely arrogant, shouting, "Run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

His accomplice, panting and cursing, said, "Damn it, we chased her all that way, we can't let this bitch get away with it. How about we have some fun before we kill her?"

When these vulgar and disgusting words reached Shen Feiwan's ears, she felt like vomiting.

If she had a gun, she would definitely be the first to blow that foul mouth out of her.

The tattooed man also kicked his companion, saying, "This godforsaken place is so cold my hands and feet are numb, and you're still thinking about that kind of thing?"

He spat. "Take her alive! She's just one of the Eagles. If we can pry her open, we can find the others and collect the bounty!"

Shen Feiwan found it amusing.

You think you can get information out of her? Dream on!

She glanced quickly at Bo Junxing and gave him a meaningful look, hoping he would understand her intention.

No matter how fast she and Bo Junxing could run, they couldn't outrun the bullets of those two assassins in this open, exposed space. They might as well take a gamble and jump off the cliff to survive.

She subtly took half a step back, preparing to move to the edge of the cliff.

But the tattooed man realized her intention: "Want to jump off a cliff?"

He suddenly shouted, raised his gun, and fired another shot.

With a loud "bang," Shen Feiwan could almost clearly see the bullet spinning as it flew toward her forehead.

Time seemed to be stretched.

At this critical moment, Bo Junxing suddenly leaped forward.

The dull thud of a bullet piercing flesh exploded in my ears.

Shen Feiwan felt a tightness around her waist, and was pulled backward by Bo Junxing.

The snow on the edge of the cliff collapsed under their weight, and they fell down together.