82: Night Raid and Heartbeats in the Closet

Those messy and heavy footsteps were like a hammer, ruthlessly smashing the fleeting warmth of Dorm Room 301.

The bubbling sound of the electric hot pot instantly became distant.

Wang Fugui's silly remark, "Are your legs cramping?" still hung in the air, but the color had already drained from Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao's cheeks.

The footsteps were too purposeful—approaching from a distance, finally coming to a "thud, thud, thud" stop on their floor, even right outside their door.

"They're looking for Little Grass!" The first thought exploded in Wang Fugui's mind, and his muscles instantly switched from a relaxed, post-drinking state to a combat stance.

He grabbed the thick glass beer mug from the table, ready to throw it at any moment.

"Don't move!" Chen Yun barked at him sharply.

Her reaction was startlingly fast; she made a judgment almost the instant the footsteps stopped.

She swept the electric hot pot and utensils off the table and under the bed in one motion, then pointed at the old wooden wardrobe in the corner that almost blended into the wall, commanding Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaocao, "Get inside! Quick!"

Lin Xiaocao was already scared out of her wits, only knowing to clutch Wang Fugui's arm tightly.

Wang Fugui didn't hesitate for a second.

Fighting head-on was the worst option; what he needed to do now was protect them.

His mountain-like body turned, his long arms extended, and he scooped Lin Xiaocao up entirely.

Lin Xiaocao let out a startled cry, and the next second, Wang Fugui stuffed her without explanation into the wardrobe, which smelled of mothballs and old wood.

Immediately after, Wang Fugui hunched over and forced his massive frame inside as well.

He would use his own body as her final shield.

A second before the wardrobe door closed, Wang Fugui saw Chen Yun's actions.

She quickly shed her blue supervisor uniform jacket, leaving only a tight white tank top, then ran her hands through her beautiful hair to create a disheveled look, and finally sat quickly on the edge of the bed, wiping her neck with a towel to feign having just finished washing up for bed.

This woman's reaction speed in a desperate situation was simply terrifying.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the fragile wooden door was kicked open from the outside by a brutal force.

The door slammed against the wall, letting out a dying groan.

"Ah!"

Chen Yun let out a perfectly timed scream, springing up from the bed, one hand covering her chest while the other pointed angrily at the door.

"Who are you people! What do you want! Don't you know this is a women's dormitory!"

Several burly men in black suits and sunglasses blocked the doorway, exuding an aura that warned others not to approach.

A middle-aged man dressed in a meticulous gray Mao suit, wearing white gloves with his hair slicked back, walked in with steady steps.

It was the same Butler they had seen in the Mercedes-Benz before.

His emotionless eyes coldly swept the entire room, his gaze lingering for a moment on Chen Yun's curvaceous body before passing over her, finally settling on the large, conspicuous old-fashioned wardrobe in the corner.

The room was too small—so small that besides this wardrobe, there was nowhere else to hide another person.

The Butler said nothing, taking steps that made a "click, click, click" sound on the concrete floor, each one feeling like a stomp on a person's heart.

Step by step, he walked toward the wardrobe.

Inside the wardrobe was extreme darkness and cramped space.

Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaocao were forced to press tightly against each other in an unprecedented posture.

Lin Xiaocao was completely encircled in Wang Fugui's arms, her face buried firmly against his chest.

She could clearly hear the steady, powerful heartbeat, like a drum, coming from his chest.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Meanwhile, her own heart was already a mess, beating so fast it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

Fear made her body shake uncontrollably, and her teeth were chattering.

Wang Fugui could feel the girl in his arms trembling.

He held her a bit tighter, his palm—as large as a clay pot—gently yet firmly protecting the back of her head, pressing her small head deeper into his chest to keep her from looking or listening.

His nose was filled with the girl's fresh scent, a young maiden's fragrance with a hint of milkiness.

As for himself, because he had just been drinking and eating hot pot, combined with the extreme tension of the moment, waves of heat were surging through his limbs.

That familiar, uncontrollable heat, accompanied by the strong scent of sweat, began to steam out from every pore.

This scent was completely different from the sweat after his usual training; it was full of aggression and a primal, brute masculine aura.

Outside, the Butler's footsteps stopped in front of the wardrobe.

"Click."

A soft sound—the sound of the metal door handle being grasped.

All the blood in Wang Fugui's body rushed to his head at that moment.

He arched his back, his muscles knotting into hard rocks, ready.

The moment the door was pulled open, he would be like an enraged bull, using the most primal violence to tear everyone outside to shreds!

However, just as the Butler was about to pull the wardrobe door open with force.

His movement stopped.

He caught a scent.

An extremely thick and overbearing smell of male sweat wafting from the cracks of the wardrobe.

The smell wasn't exactly foul, but it was filled with a staggering hormonal aura, like a male lion that had just finished hunting, full of wildness and possessiveness.

The Butler's brow instantly furrowed into a knot.

He subconsciously glanced back at the woman in the tank top who looked "panicked."

A thought instantly formed in his mind.

This woman was hiding a man in her dormitory!

And this scent was coming from that man!

The Butler's purpose for this trip was to find his family's Eldest Young Lady, who had severe mysophobia and was as noble as a swan.

He knew the Eldest Young Lady's temperament too well.

Her, squeezed into such a filthy, cramped wardrobe with a crude man reeking of foul sweat?

Absolutely impossible!

The Eldest Young Lady would rather die than endure such humiliation.

This judgment caused him to instantly lose all interest in the wardrobe.

He released his grip on the door handle.

"Sorry for the intrusion."

The Butler turned around, coldly spitting out those words to Chen Yun, then waved his hand and led his expressionless subordinates away.

The group of men in black came and went quickly, disappearing at the end of the corridor in an instant.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Chen Yun leaned against the bed, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed to the floor. She gasped for air, her back already soaked in cold sweat.

Inside the wardrobe, Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaocao also heard the footsteps receding outside.

The crisis was averted.

Wang Fugui's tense body relaxed; he pushed open the heavy wardrobe door, the dim yellow light outside making his eyes sting.

He first carefully carried out Lin Xiaocao, who was already weak from fright, and then squeezed himself out of the narrow space.

The two of them slumped onto the cold floor, greedily breathing in the fresh air.

The lingering fear of their narrow escape left Lin Xiaocao's body still trembling slightly.

She looked up, her small face—which Chen Yun had painted sallow and ugly—holding eyes that were startlingly bright.

She just stared fixedly at Wang Fugui.

Looking at his face, flushed from lack of oxygen and tension; looking at the sweat dripping from his forehead; looking at those eyes that were filled with determination at all times.

Just now, in the endless darkness, it was this man who had given her the only sense of security with his burning chest and drum-like heartbeat.

He was her mountain, her harbor.

An unprecedented impulse instantly crushed all her reserve and reason.

Before Wang Fugui or Chen Yun could react.

Lin Xiaocao suddenly lunged forward, her hands tightly hooking around Wang Fugui's neck. She tilted her head back and, with all her strength, pressed her trembling lips heavily onto Wang Fugui's lips, which also carried the scent of sweat.

Soft, warm, and carrying a hint of desperate resolve.

This was her first kiss.