Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 443 - 422 Wen Nian owes you, Wen Nian will repay (3000 words)

Chapter 443: 422 Wen Nian owes you, Wen Nian will repay (3000 words)

"Wen Nian, you back off! Back off! Dare to come over and see!"

Song Lili yelled at him, but Wen Nian’s advancing strides only grew larger, each one firm and decisive.

"Wen Nian! You were right! I admit what you just said was right! You stop right there!"

Song Lili clenched her lips, her pale face dripping with cold sweat, and the pain in her arms was nothing compared to the fear in her heart at that moment.

Wen Nian’s footsteps faltered for a moment.

"I admit you were right, my awareness is not high enough, if you sacrifice me for the country and the people, I will definitely hate you!"

"..."

Wen Nian chuckled softly.

"But Wen Nian, I’m not asking you to sacrifice me for the sake of the country, for the people; I want you to do it for yourself!"

Song Lili said these words almost pleadingly,

"Time and again, traversing mountains and rivers, flying thousands of miles, coming to rescue me regardless of the risks, Ah Nian, how much more do you want me to owe you?"

Wen Nian saw the hurt in her watery eyes,

"It’s not about you owing me, it’s about me repaying you."

"..." Song Lili was taken aback.

"I don’t know how much that Wen Nian in your memory has hurt you, but now, you’re right before my eyes, however much Wen Nian owes you, he will repay you, doubly, countless times over."

"..."

Song Lili hung her arms by her side, tears brimming in her eyes, then flowed out silently.

Qing Luo’s face was cold with not a trace of emotion.

Besides that year and a half of acquaintance as classmates at Xilin Military Academy, Qing Luo didn’t understand much more about Song Lili.

Back then, everyone talked about her ambiguous relationship with Lu Ziqing.

But now, she was exchanging a profound look with the President, pledging their love in life and death.

Qing Luo didn’t understand, didn’t understand the love between men and women, nor did she understand any kind of familial or friendly affection.

During that year and a half at Xilin Military Academy, what the instructors taught them—righteousness, justice, selflessness, and sacrifice...

He could recite it, could preach it, but deep down, he sneered at it!

All the people in this world are the same, selfish and greedy with endless desires; even if they have feelings, those feelings are born out of self-interest.

Such a world had long since fallen into ruin.

Destroy, rebuild, starting with the M country.

That was his ambition, what he was in the midst of doing!

Unless he died, no one could shake his resolve!

"Have you had enough chat?"

Qing Luo’s voice was freezing cold, at eighteen degrees below zero.

Wen Nian ignored Qing Luo, his gaze still fixed on Song Lili,

"You’re pregnant for me, you saved this child for me, otherwise... with your skills, how could you have been captured by them, right?"

Wen Nian spoke with a gentle smile.

He always used his gentleness at the wrong times... those eyes, those words, to shatter her defenses.

Song Lili clenched her fists. She looked at Wen Nian but spoke to Qing Luo behind her,

"Qing Luo, I swear if you hurt even a single hair on my husband, I, Song Lili, will make sure you have no resting place in death."

Having said that, Song Lili took a step forward and walked confidently.

Behind her, Qing Luo’s handgun had been trained on Song Lili’s back, waiting until Wen Nian entered his controllable range before slowly shifting his aim toward Wen Nian.

Song Lili walked forward to where Song Yangling was, wiped away the tears that had escaped her eyes, and was about to turn around when "bang!"—a gunshot sounded!

Her heart leaped, and she quickly turned around—

Song Yangling swiftly pulled Song Lili behind him,

"Captain, take cover behind me!"

The gunshot came just as Wen Nian seized the moment, catching hold of Qing Luo’s gun-wielding hand and directed the handgun towards the ground. Qing Luo didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger!

The bullet hit the earth, the shell narrowly whizzing past their legs!

The two struggled over the handgun, the bullets blind to their targets; they twisted together as the gun’s muzzle pointed now to the sky, now to the ground, left, then right, with several shots ringing out!

Qing Luo spun a roundhouse kick with his right leg, which Wen Nian blocked with his knee. Wen Nian’s elbow came close, almost reaching Qing Luo’s neck. Qing Luo sidestepped, deflecting Wen Nian’s move with a feint.

While entangled, Song Lili was about to go over when Song Yangling stopped her,

"It’s too dangerous for you to go over there, what if you get shot?"

Song Yangling frowned,

"Captain, leave it to me."

He crouched down, steadying the sniper rifle on a big rock, aiming at Qing Luo!

Qing Luo wasn’t a fool, and he wasn’t without defenses. During their struggle, he somehow managed to pull Wen Nian backward. As they moved behind the cover of trees, Song Yangling muttered a curse under his breath.

"Captain, Mr. Zhongli and Miss Lu are up ahead; you stay with them."

"Xiao Lingzi, put my arm back on."

"Now?"

"Yes! Hurry!"

Swallowing hard, Song Yangling approached Song Lili, lifting her left arm, a movement so gentle yet so painful it made Song Lili’s scalp numb.

Biting her teeth.

Song Yangling carefully rotated her arm, accelerating from slow to fast, locating the joint and thrusting it back into place with a "click"!

Song Lili closed her eyes, sweat beading on her forehead, barely able to open her eyes.

"This arm."

Without a moment to recover, Song Lili urged Song Yangling on.

Song Yangling walked to the other side of Song Lili and circled around to link arms with her.

The "click click" sounds made one’s scalp tingle.

Song Lili shook her arm; it still hurt, probably swollen at the shoulder, but at least it was usable.

"Song Yangling, give me the sniper rifle,"

Song Lili said coldly.

It was a tone of command.

"Captain, isn’t it a bit too much for you to handle a sniper rifle with that arm right now?"

Song Yangling hesitated for a moment.

Song Lili’s eyes turned colder as she took the sniper rifle from his hands and slung it over her shoulder.

"You go in front; I’ll circle around from the side."

"..."

"Qing Luo’s pistol is a Colt, single stack, seven bullets."

For a gun with such a small magazine capacity, the power was inversely proportional.

"He’s already fired five shots. If the magazine was full and there was one in the chamber, that’s eight shots total."

Song Lili said this while already moving around to the side.

Song Yangling knew what to do from that point on.

With the tacit understanding of years of working together, Song Yangling didn’t hesitate any longer.

Their President was the one under threat now.

Qing Luo and Wen Nian were really wrestling together, with Wen Nian standing half a head taller and larger in build, but when it came to strength, he wasn’t at an advantage over Qing Luo.

This lean young man had a delicate face, but every move was sharp, his strength seemingly endless.

Wen Nian’s military training during his time in office couldn’t compare to his service years, but he had never neglected his exercise.

In real combat, he was far from rusty!

"Ugh!"

Qing Luo kicked Wen Nian in the waist, while Wen Nian grabbed Qing Luo’s wrist with one hand and with a spin of his body, punched Qing Luo in the face with the other!

Both sides took solid hits!

"So, President Wen is not a man of his word."

"What’s the point of honoring a deal with a villain?"

Wen Nian squinted, just as the barrel of the gun unintentionally pointed at him, and for a split second, Qing Luo’s eyes filled with murderous intent!

As the trigger was pulled, Wen Nian swiftly shifted his weight and turned to the side with lightning speed, twisting the gun barrel away with brute force. Even so, the bullet grazed his arm, burning a slit in his shirt and drawing a startling line of blood.

But the bullet had only grazed him, not pierced his arm.

Wen Nian naturally didn’t mind the pain.

He took advantage of the counter-momentum, lunging to bite back at Qing Luo!

"Bang bang," two more shots fired close by Wen Nian.

"Colt, single stack... Plus one in the chamber, that makes eight shots, all spent."

Wen Nian pulled a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

Qing Luo narrowed his eyes, immediately let go of the pistol, and started to fight barehanded!

Wen Nian was steady, each move vicious and accurate, while Qing Luo was agile, dodging swiftly and making each move dangerously.

Qing Luo had astonishing explosive strength; with an 180-degree spin, his leg kicked towards Wen Nian’s neck!

This indeed stunned Wen Nian for a moment, but then Qing Luo leaped again, wrapping his arms around Wen Nian’s neck from behind and squeezing tightly!

Wen Nian’s face turned red as he arched his back, using his neck’s strength; his veins throbbing, he grabbed Qing Luo’s arms and performed a shoulder throw, sending both tumbling to the ground!

Qing Luo immediately got up from the ground!

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a gun barrel in the trees!

He rushed over to Wen Nian, grabbed his body; Wen Nian struggled back. As this repeated, Song Lili’s eyes narrowed slightly, with Qing Luo entering her firing range.

Qing Luo furrowed his brow, knowing that for him, this was the worst-case scenario.

He looked around quickly, and behind him was a cliff about thirty or forty meters away.

No matter what, he had to take out Wen Nian first!

Another bout of wrestling!

Qing Luo moved swiftly, changing positions, the two entwined, and Song Lili dared not pull the trigger rashly.

But she wasn’t anxious.

Between Wen Nian’s moves, there was a clear pattern; in the wrestle between the two, Wen Nian was not necessarily on the losing side.

Just as she thought this, Qing Luo’s shoe tip flashed a one-inch Knife Blade as he kicked at Wen Nian—

"Watch out!"

This shout came from Song Yangling as he encircled from the front.

But it was too late, the kick sliced across Wen Nian’s thigh, drawing blood!

Wen Nian deftly avoided leaving an opening, which Qing Luo seized, grabbing Wen Nian from behind, pinning his hands behind him, using Wen Nian as a human shield.

Song Yangling edged forward step by step, and Qing Luo backed toward the cliff.

Finally, they stood at the edge of the cliff,

"Song! With your husband as a hostage, would you like to see him leap from here?"

Song Lili, watching Qing Luo hiding behind Wen Nian thirty meters away, said nothing, just focused on aiming...

With just a one-second opportunity, she was confident!

Her finger on the trigger grew stiff, she moved it slightly...

Because the person under Qing Luo’s control was Wen Nian, what should have been a sure thing, for an instant, filled her with fear.

She swallowed hard, took deep breaths repeatedly, letting her rapidly anxious heartbeat slow down and stabilize...

You can do this, Song Lili.