Am I Sleeping Over at Your Place

“Everyone is fine.” Han Zhiqi shook her head, then spoke with self-reproach, “Sorry, I let Li Fan escape.”

“If I hadn’t hesitated back then and sent a signal to Xiaoshi and the others earlier,”

“Maybe Li Fan would already be dead by now.”

As she spoke further,

Han Zhiqi found it hard to control her emotions.

She clutched her head in frustration.

Zhou Qiaoqiao was first taken aback, then smiled and hugged her, giving her a big bear hug. “No need to blame yourself. If one attempt doesn’t work, there will be another opportunity. We’ll get him eventually.”

Zhou Qiaoqiao knew all too well

that once Li Fan escaped, he would become even harder to kill.

Xu Shi also chimed in to comfort her.

“Just take it slow, Zhiqi. We’ve done this before, haven’t we?”

Han Zhiqi was puzzled.

On one hand, it was because Zhou Qiaoqiao had hugged her,

which felt quite unexpected.

If Su Ting had been present earlier,

it might have made sense as a mere gesture.

But why now?

It felt like something close friends or sisters would do.

On the other hand, there was Xu Shi’s mention of a “protracted war.”

Had she fought one before?

“Xiaoshi, what do you mean we’ve done this before?”

Han Zhiqi’s question caught Xu Shi off guard. Realizing her slip, she quickly came up with an excuse.

“I meant sticking to a task, we’ve done that before, and killing Li Fan is no different.”

This explanation left both women momentarily stunned.

Xu Shi quickly added,

“It’s getting late. We’ve been busy all day, and both Zhiqi and I are exhausted. Sister-in-law, if there’s anything, let’s discuss it tomorrow.”

Zhou Qiaoqiao nodded, agreeing with Xu Shi.

“It is quite late. You girls should get ready for bed. By the way, do you have pajamas and clothes to change into?”

“No, I—I didn’t bring any when I left.”

“I have some in my room. You can wear mine tonight.”

“No, no, thank you, but that’s not necessary.”

“Us sisters, what’s the difference? Oh, and if you’d like, you can sleep in the master bedroom.”

“Huh? I’ll sleep in your room?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“No, um… well, yes! If I sleep in your room, then where will you sleep?”

“I’ll stay in your room or share with Xiaoshi.”

Zhou Qiaoqiao’s playful suggestion

left both women speechless.

Especially Xu Shi,

whose mouth gaped wide open in utter disbelief.

This sister-in-law is bold!

With a husband, she’s still willing to share?

Naturally, the two women refused.

Xu Shi vehemently protested.

Sharing a bed with the “demoness”?

Had she gone mad?

She’d rather sleep with a dog than share a bed with Zhou Qiaoqiao.

Not in this lifetime!

As for Han Zhiqi,

being propositioned by Zhou Qiaoqiao sent her face flushing red.

She had desires but lacked the courage!

And this was all happening in the Xu family villa,

with Xu Fuqiang and Su Ting present.

Too intense.

So intense that it made Han Zhiqi want to retreat immediately.

Meanwhile, on the other side,

“You said the person who called you to give the tip was a woman?”

“Yes, boss.”

Ma Qun replied truthfully,

making no attempt to hide anything.

As the top fan of the Dragon King,

anything his boss wanted to know,

Ma Qun would never keep a secret,

as long as it was within his knowledge.

Li Fan frowned deeply, thinking for a moment before speaking sternly, “Call that woman back. If she was able to uncover Han’s plot, she must have some connection to the Han family. By choosing to help me, she likely has some agenda. It’s best to form a partnership.”

Ma Qun chuckled awkwardly, then explained,

“That might not be possible, as she said the phone can only be reached when she wants to contact us.”

The unknown

is the most terrifying,

bringing the greatest unease.

People usually prefer what they already know,

disliking the unknown,

because the unknown represents uncertainty.

Li Fan took another swig of alcohol to calm his nerves.

Seeing his boss upset,

Ma Qun cautiously suggested,

“Boss, shall I have someone investigate this woman’s background?”

Li Fan shook his head. “She dared to call you with this information, so her identity is likely well-hidden.”

“But, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. At least, based on what she’s done, it’s safe to assume she’s on our side, or perhaps she’s after something from the Dragon King Hall.”

Ma Qun nodded vigorously,

The Dragon King truly is the Dragon King.

His charm is immense,

even drawing admirers to save his life in critical moments.

Just this fact alone

was enough to make Ma Qun envious for a long time.

No other reason—just pure awesomeness.

After another gulp of alcohol,

Li Fan’s eyes turned cold as ice. “This Han family goes too far!”

“Despicable intentions!”

“If it weren’t for that mysterious woman’s call, today would have been the day I met my maker!”

“I won’t have a peaceful time, and neither will their loved ones, their precious possessions, or anything they care about.”

“Inform the brothers of the Zhongxin Hall, all those years of preparation won’t go to waste. Dispatch fifteen highly equipped elite assassins tonight for a surprise attack on the Han family!”

“I want the world to know, anyone who dares to kill me, Li Fan, better weigh the consequences first! See if they can bear the backlash!”

The Zhongxin Hall was a secretive and illicit organization Li Fan had established in the country.

Money wasn’t enough—guns were needed too.

Otherwise, tonight would have ended with him being humiliated.

The hired thugs and assassins within the Zhongxin Hall

were mostly individuals from society’s lowest rungs.

Many were orphans with no background or status,

others were desperate criminals willing to do anything for money.

Some were also recruited because their loved ones were hospitalized with critical illnesses,

desperate for funds, and brought in through introductions.

In terms of finances,

profits inevitably came from exploiting others.

Despite the righteous-sounding name,

the Zhongxin Hall engaged in nefarious activities.

Murder, robbery, high-interest loans, even the drug trade—lucrative yet illegal ventures.

Li Fan looked the other way regarding these practices, as other people managed them.

The Zhongxin Hall was simply a weapon for him to strike against anyone at any time!

“Let the Han family sleep uneasily tonight!”

Ma Qun’s eyes were bloodshot. He almost lost his elder brother.

Revenge is a dish best served cold!

Those responsible for this calamity

must bear the pain inflicted upon them!

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Moses, no knives, no knives, no knives

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