Chapter 113: I Want to Sing With Your Love

Xu Yunzhou blanked, his heart abruptly jumping.

Xu Nuo... discovered me?

Makes sense, after all, the technology he was using now was still at Xu Nuo's level in early 2016.

It is now 2025, ten years have passed—with Xu Nuo's terrifying talent, plus her subsequent experiences wandering in the dark world...

Who knows what level she has evolved to.

This little bit of skill he learned during her enlightenment period is probably no different from a child's toy in her eyes.

He fell silent for a moment, and uploaded a new txt file on the cloud drive interface, the file name concise and direct:

"Where are you?"

Soon, a new file immediately appeared in the cloud drive, an image file.

The image loaded.

In the photo was a woman around twenty-six years old.

Her long hair was coiled into a neat bun behind her head.

Her face was exquisite yet stern, her eyes sharp, revealing a calmness and detachment of having experienced life and death and seen through human hearts.

She wore a well-fitting black Chinese-style stand-up collar kung fu shirt, the buttons fastened to the collar, the cuffs tightened, capable and murderous.

It was Xu Nuo.

Although her height, posture, and temperament were like a completely different person from that young girl curled up in the attic with stubborn eyes in his memory, Xu Yunzhou recognized her at a glance.

And the background of the photo—

The exit ramp of the Shanghai-Binzhou Expressway.

The words "Binzhou 2KM" on the road sign were clearly visible.

The timestamp of the photo showed: Tonight, 21:47.

More than an hour ago.

She's waiting ahead?

Xu Yunzhou's pupils abruptly contracted, abruptly raising his head to look at the rapidly retreating darkness outside the car window.

Xu Nuo... is right on this road?

She's waiting for us?

What does she want to do?

Is it a greeting after a long separation?

Or... a hostile trap?

In the flash of lightning and sparks of flint, Xu Yunzhou suddenly realized something. His fingertips typed a string of commands on the keyboard like lightning—

Deep in the metadata of the image file, a line of obfuscated hexadecimal code was embedded.

That was the trigger command for a dormant Trojan horse. Once the image was completely loaded and cached, it would be quietly implanted into the underlying system.

Holy shit!

A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Xu Yunzhou's back.

Fortunately he discovered it in time and cut off the network connection before the Trojan was activated.

From now on, this computer... absolutely cannot be connected to the internet again.

Otherwise, that hard drive containing the "Goddess Nurturing Game" and recording his biggest secrets... would highly likely be exposed.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and then unhesitatingly turned off the computer.

The cold light of the screen instantly went out, and the car cabin was filled again with dimness and the melody of the car stereo.

Seeing the computer taken away, Song Jiaru hurriedly took the opportunity to change to a more comfortable posture, stretching her somewhat numb waist and long legs.

She turned sideways, facing Xu Yunzhou, and blinked those eyes that still sparkled in the dimness.

And then—

She finally understood what exactly it was that was poking her until just now.

A blush instantly flew onto Song Jiaru's cheeks, spreading all the way to the roots of her ears.

But she actually reached out and gently flicked it.

Xu Yunzhou: "???"

His body stiffened, almost failing to control a grunt.

This girl... when did she learn to be so bad?

Song Jiaru covered her mouth and smiled. She leaned close to Xu Yunzhou's ear, her warm breath spraying on his sensitive auricle, her voice light and charming, carrying slyness:

"Big Brother, are you... feeling very uncomfortable?"

Xu Yunzhou's Adam's apple rolled, his voice somewhat dry:

"Mhm..."

Nonsense! Can it be comfortable!

"..."

He almost frantically pulled his own jacket from beside him and threw it entirely over Song Jiaru, his actions carrying rare panic.

"Cover up well... it's cold at night... don't catch a cold..."

The excuse was high-sounding, but the tone was floating, clearly trying to cover up but making it more conspicuous.

Song Jiaru obediently let him cover her with the jacket, but under the cover of the jacket, quietly reached out her hand.

The movement was raw, yet firm.

Then, she raised her face, looking at Xu Yunzhou's somewhat tense jawline, a successful and sweet smile hooking up at the corners of her mouth.

Big Brother is shy...

So cute.

Song Jinxuan driving in front stared fixedly at the road ahead, not looking sideways, but screaming crazily in her heart:

I didn't hear anything! I didn't feel anything!

The commotion in the back... the dialogue in the back... the abruptly deepened breathing and sound of fabric rubbing in the back...

Song Jiaru! Your persona has collapsed! You are the aloof Queen of Pop! Your mouth is for singing! What are you doing right now?

An hour later, the car arrived in Binzhou.

Getting off the expressway, the lights outside the window gradually became dense, and the street scene changed from desolate to bustling.

Xu Yunzhou constantly paid attention outside the window, his gaze sweeping over every intersection, every shadow, every corner that could hide a person.

He didn't find Xu Nuo's figure.

She still hadn't appeared.

Is she lurking deeper? Did she change the plan? Or... are my whereabouts already within her expectations?

The string in his heart remained taut.

Song Jinxuan drove the car to Qiushui Manor with an exceptionally serious expression.

The car stopped steadily.

She turned around, looking at Song Jiaru in the back seat whose clothes were slightly messy and cheeks burning hot, as well as Xu Yunzhou beside her whose expression had returned to calm.

Song Jinxuan cleared her throat, trying hard to make her voice sound serious:

"Teacher Song, you must rest well tonight."

She paused, emphasizing:

"Tomorrow's concert cannot be messed up. Thirty thousand spectators and countless media are watching."

Song Jiaru's cheeks turned even redder, and she nodded:

"Got it, Chairman Song be careful on your way back."

After saying that, without waiting for Song Jinxuan's car to turn around and leave—

Song Jiaru already impatiently took Xu Yunzhou's hand, pulled open the car door, and like a cheerful little bird, led him running toward the elegant main building of the manor.

Light footsteps, jumping back, long hair flying in the night wind.

Just like many years ago, on that day of filling out college applications at Chengzhou No. 7 High School, when the eighteen-year-old her brought the "Big Brother" who descended into her life like a "god" back to her own room.

Nervous, expectant, happy to the point of dizziness.

As if grasping the whole world.

Entering the room, closing the door.

Isolating everything from the outside world.

Song Jiaru had already tightly hugged Xu Yunzhou, her arms forcefully wrapping around his neck, her whole person hanging on him.

She raised her face, her eyes rippling with water light, her emotions surging wildly:

"Big Brother, the appointment from back then..."

Her voice choked, carrying a crying tone and ecstasy:

"Is really going to be realized!"

Xu Yunzhou remembered.

That night returning from Chengzhou to Binzhou, after experiencing the Xu Kun incident, Song Jiaru in front of the mirror in her room—that young girl who had just broken free from the fear of life and death, pulling his "illusory figure," making the Qiushui Manor appointment.

He smiled, lowered his head and kissed the red corners of her eyes, carrying a trace of teasing:

"Is it appropriate today? Chairman Song even told you just now that you absolutely cannot be too tired tonight... Mhm, concert tomorrow, aren't you afraid your legs will go weak? What if you can't stand steady?"

Song Jiaru crazily kissed his lips, chin, and neck, like a little beast eager to confirm its master's scent.

"I don't care..."

She panted, her voice intermittent, yet exceptionally firm:

"I want to sing with your love..."

"Let everyone know... how happy I am... how satisfied..."

These words... uh, so weird...

Xu Yunzhou had already been teased by her in the car until he was suspended in mid-air, having endured for a long time.

At this moment, with warm and fragrant jade in his arms, he couldn't care about anything else either.

He swept Song Jiaru up horizontally in one motion.

Song Jiaru let out an exclamation of surprise, then immediately hugged his neck tightly, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder.