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Chapter 694 - 547 Goal-done_2

Chapter 694: 547 Goal-done_2

Cui Zaiye nodded his head and walked alone into the villa.

More than a dozen subordinates silently dispersed, standing guard at the entrance.

"Daddy!"

A little boy around four or five years old, who had been playing with toys in the living room, saw Cui Zaiye and immediately got up, happily running over.

The sin-laden Cui Zaiye revealed an incongruent, indulgent smile, squatted down, caught the little boy who ran over, and then picked him up.

"Miss Daddy?"

"Missed you!"

The little boy wrapped his arms around his neck, laughing innocently and brightly.

The woman who had been playing with the child stood up, her sensual figure unmissable.

"How come you have the time to come over?"

Her voice carried an alluring magnetism, lengthly waves of hair, and long, tight legs. Even though she was no longer young, the mature charm she possessed was something young girls couldn’t compare with.

If time could be rewound by ten years, most people in Goryeo would probably recognize her face.

Han Xizhen.

Started as a model, then transitioned to an actress.

Because of her outstanding beauty, she quickly accumulated a large fanbase, and with her company’s backing, she soon made a name for herself in the highly competitive entertainment industry, starring in many films and enjoying a time of exceptional popularity—a popularity that surpassed that of Kim Joohyun’s today.

What’s bewildering, though, was that she chose to retire from acting at the height of her fame. Although she never announced her departure from the industry, she vanished from the public eye from then on.

Look at the scene in front of us.

Those fans who’ve held her in their hearts would probably never guess that the goddess they admired in their youth now has a child.

"Came to Longxiangdong for some business, dropped by to see you guys on the way."

Cui Zaiye sat down on the sofa with the child in his arms, his demeanor lacking the fierceness and ruthlessness seen outside, playing and laughing with the child like any ordinary father.

He had lost a son, it was true.

But few people knew he also had an illegitimate child.

A man fights his whole life for power, wealth, and pleasure.

Back in the day, he had taken a fancy to the young and sexy leading lady on TV, and it wasn’t long before he naturally used his power to claim her for himself.

This sort of thing was all too common in the entertainment industry.

A promising star actress with a bright future thus had no choice but to leave her career and become a forbidden delicacy.

Holding his son, Cui Zaiye’s anger finally subsided somewhat.

He was approaching fifty years old now, and losing a son at his age was certainly one of life’s greatest sorrows. But fortunately, amidst the misfortune, he still had a son and was not without heir.

After roughhousing with his son for a while, Cui Zaiye had the nanny take the child away.

Han Zhenxi, whose feminine allure became more pronounced with age, leaned dutifully against him.

"Did something happen?"

"Don’t ask about things you shouldn’t," Cui Zaiye immediately reined in his fatherly smile, his tone aloof.

Han Zhenxi fell silent at once, "Will you stay for dinner?"

Cui Zaiye muttered a "Hmm."

"I’ll tell them to prepare the meal."

Han Zhenxi stood up.

Cui Zaiye watched her figure, which with time had become increasingly ripe, and then turned on the TV.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling..."

The ringtone of a cellphone sounded.

Cui Zaiye took out his phone.

"Boss, we’ve found An Zairong."

Cui Zaiye narrowed his eyes.

"Where?"

"In Daegu."

Coldness flickered in Cui Zaiye’s eyes.

"No wonder we couldn’t find him for so long, turns out he’s hiding in his old den."

"Boss, Daegu is his stronghold, our manpower might not be enough."

"Keep an eye on him, don’t act rashly, wait for my orders."

"Roger that."

Cui Zaiye put down the phone, intended to get up, but at this time, Han Zhenxi walked over.

"Are you leaving now?"

Cui Zaiye didn’t visit often, but now seeing that he was about to leave just after arriving, Han Zhenxi still didn’t dare to say much, just looked at him with a pitiful gaze.

Cui Zaiye looked at the woman who had borne him a child and pursed his lips, "Off to the restroom."

A place of tenderness is the tomb of heroes.

Even the most ruthless people have their moments of tenderness.

Han Zhenxi smiled with joy.

Night.

In the end, Cui Zaiye decided to stay.

Nearly ten subordinates took turns guarding in two shifts through the night.

Several people slept in the car.

Several people chatted idly at the villa’s entrance.

After all, they were in Seoul’s rich district, so naturally, there was no need for high vigilance.

These evil-doers, relaxed due to their environment, failed to notice the eyes that had silently fixed on them from the distant shadows of the trees.

Inside the villa.

Cui Zaiye, feared by many on the outside, played the role of a loving father, holding a storybook and lulling the child to sleep.

"Zaiye, go to sleep,"

Han Zhenxi watched with a smile.

With a nanny to take care of the child, Cui Zaiye got up and went back to his room, took a bath with the help of Han Zhenxi.

At his age, his desire for women’s charm was no longer strong, even if he lay in bed with a sensual beauty that many men lusted after, he made no move.

Instead, it was Han Zhenxi who clung to Cui Zaiye, her fingers unintentionally stroking across his chest.

In her thirties, at an age brimming with passion, and with Cui Zaiye visiting so infrequently, how could she not feel lonely?

It’s common for mistresses to cuckold their patrons, but what kind of man was Cui Zaiye?

Even if she was alone for a long time, Han Zhenxi dared not make a misstep.

Unmoved by the woman’s obvious hinting, Cui Zaiye just absent-mindedly stroked the wavy hair, his mind elsewhere.

Having been scolded before, Han Zhenxi didn’t dare to ask or to take any further action.

Serving someone like Cui Zaiye was not an easy task.

In Shenzhou, there was a saying: serving the king is like living with a tiger, this saying applied here as well.

When she first surrendered herself to him, Han Zhenxi tread carefully on thin ice, fearful of displeasing him, until they had a child, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Zaiye..."

Cui Zaiye threw off the blanket and got up, revealing Han Zhenxi’s body, as delicate and fair as a young girl’s, "I’m going to smoke,"

Wrapping himself in a bathrobe, Cui Zaiye lit a cigarette and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The light illuminated the hideous scars on his back, crisscrossing like spiderwebs, revealing a formidable aura.

Cui Zaiye gazed out at the lush, scenic villa complex, slowly puffing on his cigarette.

The villa area was quiet under the night sky, almost silent, eerily so.

But Cui Zaiye, preoccupied with his thoughts, didn’t pay attention.

The camera moves away.

At the villa entrance.

The men who had been chatting were now slumped on the ground, limp.

In the car.

The few who were napping, still lying on their backs, had their eyes wide open, devoid of life in their empty gazes.

The villa’s front door had been silently opened at some point.

With Cui Zaiye staying over, the nannies had already retired early to their rooms.

The inside of the villa was dark, without lights.

"Shhh shhh shhh..."

The barely perceptible sound was like an illusion.

Several dark figures blended perfectly into the darkness, stealthily making their way upstairs.

The dark figures paused at the main bedroom’s door, which let out a sliver of light through its crack, exchanging a silent glance.

One of them gestured.

The dark figures dispersed.

Inside the main bedroom.

Han Zhenxi leaned against the headboard, covering her body with the quilt, looking at the man standing by the window. Her eyes, once full of fear, now held a mixture of admiration and worship.

In the beginning, she was forced to submit involuntarily, but gradually, she found there was nothing unsatisfactory about her current life.

Apart from loneliness, she no longer had to please anyone for a role or worry about her material life.

"Zaiye, go to sleep,"

Han Zhenxi called gently, her voice sultry and laced with a trace of seductive charm.

"Click."

At that moment.

A barely discernible sound suddenly arose.

Cui Zaiye, whose vigilance was far above ordinary people’s, tensed subconsciously and spun around abruptly.

He saw a burly figure in tactical gear at the door, the cold eyes behind the black mask meeting his.

The sensual female star on the bed was completely ignored.

Without hesitation, Cui Zaiye dropped his cigarette and immediately lunged for the nightstand.

But he didn’t manage to open it.

"Bang."

The sound of the bullet, muted by a silencer, practically grazed his scalp.

The wall burst open.

Cui Zaiye froze, maintaining his awkward posture.

"Goal-done."