Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 450 - 450 450 The Scent of His Perfume

450: Chapter 450: The Scent of His Perfume 450: Chapter 450: The Scent of His Perfume Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan were relieved to hear that Xiang Yu was alright, but they didn’t know how Xiang Yu had come back.

That question had to wait until Xiang Yu woke up.

Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan saw Long Wu with a worried face guarding there, so they wisely stepped out.

“What do you think, would Long Wu make a good sister-in-law?” Tie Zhuzi talked as they walked out of the room and then sat outside.

“I don’t know,” Xiao Xuan said impatiently, clearly not wanting to discuss the matter with Tie Zhuzi.

These were Xiang Yu’s private affairs, how Xiang Yu felt about them was unknown, and it was not appropriate to speculate.

“I think it’s good; the sister-in-law’s cooking skills are not bad.

She could make us tasty food,” Tie Zhuzi said, nodding to himself as if he longed for it, thankfully Long Wu hadn’t heard him.

If she had, she might have kicked him out already.

Tie Zhuzi then furrowed his brows.

Xiao Xuan thought he had something to say and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m feeling a bit confused, not sure what to do,” Tie Zhuzi voiced his troubles.

“What’s the matter?” Xiao Xuan hurriedly asked.

He had never seen Tie Zhuzi worried like this before.

Normally, he was carefree and often threatened to throw people out of windows, but now he was frowning.

“If Long Wu becomes our sister-in-law, what about Lan Tingting?

Both are quite beautiful, and Lan Tingting is even gentler,” Tie Zhuzi thoughtfully said.

Xiao Xuan was nearly knocked out by Tie Zhuzi’s words; idly considering such matters here.

He couldn’t stand listening to Tie Zhuzi’s nonsense and went to sit on the ground to the side.

Meanwhile, Tie Zhuzi appeared thoughtful.

Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan had stayed there without leaving, thinking Xiang Yu would wake up by evening at the latest.

But he still hadn’t woken up by late at night.

Unable to stay awake any longer, they lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

Long Wu remained sitting beside Xiang Yu.

It was deep into the night, and seeing that Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan had fallen asleep, she finally mustered the courage to grasp Xiang Yu’s hand.

Xiang Yu’s hand was large and warm.

Long Wu held Xiang Yu’s hand against her face and closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

Perhaps then, she finally shed her facade to reveal her true self.

“Why are you so foolish, why do you push yourself so hard?” Long Wu said with a lament.

Long Wu whispered these words and, feeling tired, she clung to Xiang Yu’s hand and lay down beside him, resting until the following morning.

Waking up the next day, the sunlight streamed in, warm on their faces.

Long Wu truly wished she could just stay lying beside Xiang Yu, finding it very heartwarming.

While Long Wu lay beside Xiang Yu not wanting to get up, she suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on him, a famous French perfume.

Why would Xiang Yu have it on him?

Thinking this, Long Wu purposely sniffed Xiang Yu’s body again, and indeed, the scent of that perfume was distinct.

“What is this?” As Long Wu drew closer to Xiang Yu, she suddenly discovered a long hair on his body.

The hair was somewhat yellow, clearly dyed.

Long Wu always sported a natural look, never wearing makeup or dying her hair, so the hair clearly wasn’t hers.

Zhong Qin was the same; her hair wouldn’t look like this either.

While Long Wu pondered where Xiang Yu had been these past days, Xiang Yu suddenly spoke.

“Your hand is really small, quite smooth too,” Xiang Yu said as he grasped Long Wu’s hand.

Long Wu jumped in fright, quickly withdrew her hand, and then cast a cold glance at Xiang Yu, before punching him in the stomach and storming off without a word.

Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan rushed in after seeing Long Wu leave.

Seeing that Xiang Yu had woken up, both of them were very happy and started asking numerous questions.

Xiang Yu gestured with his hand for them to stop, indicating he would tell them everything in due course.

“What happened to Long Wu just now, why did she look so unhappy?” Xiang Yu asked, puzzled.

Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan were somewhat at a loss for words, they too wanted to ask Xiang Yu what exactly had happened.

“Brother Yu, could it be that you…” Tie Zhuzi gave an awkward smile and did not continue.

“If you have something to say, just say it.

What’s with the hesitation?” Xiang Yu demanded bluntly.

Tie Zhuzi then chuckled and said, “Brother Yu, why do you smell so strongly of perfume?

It’s quite nice actually.”

Tie Zhuzi’s nose had always been sensitive, he had smelled the scent on Xiang Yu earlier but hadn’t thought much of it until he saw Long Wu upset, which made him pay more attention.

Xiang Yu quickly sniffed himself, and indeed there was a hint of it.

He hadn’t expected the perfume to be so potent; just staying with Zheng Qingxia for one night had transferred it onto him.

“Both of you go over there, I need to sleep for a while.” Xiang Yu hastily pushed them aside then lay down on the bed, looking very much like someone with a guilty conscience.

The three of them sat together for a long time, Xiang Yu recounted the events of the past couple of days.

Of course, he omitted many details.

Even so, Tie Zhuzi was boiling with excitement, wishing he had been there himself.

“Brother Yu, how’s He Dong’s butt now?” Tie Zhuzi asked curiously.

At the time, Xiang Yu had been so angry that he had shoved a mop handle into He Dong’s butt, and he didn’t know what happened afterward.

Xiang Yu just laughed and shook his head, saying, “Let’s leave that matter behind, we don’t know Tie Sanjiang, nor have we ever met him.”

Tie Zhuzi understood what Xiang Yu meant and both nodded their heads, dropping the subject.

The deadline was tomorrow, Zhong Huashan would announce their results then.

He had already decided what he would say tomorrow.

Neither of them had completed the task, which was why he had made the task so difficult in the first place because he had more important tasks planned for them afterwards.

This was his ultimate goal.

Just as Zhong Huashan was sitting leisurely in his office, enjoying the brief satisfaction that smoking brought, suddenly someone knocked on the door—it was one of his bodyguards.

The bodyguard stood in front of Zhong Huashan and whispered something in his ear.

Zhong Huashan stared dumbly at him for a moment, then asked incredulously, “He really died?”

The man nodded affirmatively and then walked out, leaving a bewildered Zhong Huashan there, dumbfounded.

The task he had set for the two men was meant to be impossible, but now it seemed to have exceeded his expectations.

While he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang.

He looked at it for a long while before answering, “What is it?”

“Sanjiang is dead,” a voice suddenly said from the other end.

“I know,” Zhong Huashan sat there, looking bewildered and sighed, not believing it.

“Who do you think did it?” There was a pause on the other end, then the person said…