Her Imperfection for Wifehood - Chapter 46.1

Chapter 46.1

An Jing, who escaped from the gunfire of the foreigners, felt utter despair. She couldn’t believe her ears, and what was even harder to believe was that Wei Yinxia had been acting all along.

“Let’s go back before Kahn’s men catch up. Don’t worry about whether she lives or dies,” Xu Weiqiang advised.

Whether An Jing asked them not to follow was her business; whether they followed was theirs.

An Jing turned and looked up at the second-floor window. The room was brighter than before. She stared blankly at her hands. These hands had been stained with the blood of Wei Yinxia’s first night. These hands had once become one with Wei Yinxia…

Was it all fake?

Yinyin.

Was everything about you toward me false affection and feigned sincerity?

Our meeting was fake, our knowing each other was fake, your smiles to me were fake, your shyness in front of me was fake, your gentle whispers were fake, even sleeping together was fake…

That’s right.

You once said your greatest value was your beauty and body. Was I your first target for “serving others with your looks”?

—It was me who embraced you, it was me who harbored ill intentions toward you, it was me who was driven by lust, it was me who failed to uphold the conduct of a gentleman. It was me from the start, it was me who liked you so much.

The words she had confessed outside the Wei house suddenly resurfaced in her mind.

—I like you so much too. I don’t want you to be my sister. A-Jing, be my hero, okay?

—Every time I see you, every time I hear you call me Yinyin, my heart feels so confused.

—Sometimes I wonder what kind of person in this world is worthy of Boss Jing’s deep affection and who deserves to be seen and held in Boss Jing’s heart. A-Jing, will I be lucky enough to be that person?

—A-Jing, have you killed anyone? Will you have the desire to kill those bad people who betray you, frame you, force you into a desperate situation, and want you dead? You would, wouldn’t you?

—A-Jing, when you encounter bad people, don’t be soft-hearted. Bad people come in all genders and ages.

Were your own words, asking me to be your great hero, also fake?

And I foolishly took them seriously.

You once asked me how I knew you weren’t an evil person.

I said I looked with my heart.

It was me. My eyes were blind, and my heart was blind. It was my own fault.

Playing hard to get.

Your true intention was not An Xi, but me.

You toyed with An Xi and me, how could I allow you to emerge victorious?

—A-Jing, let me be your woman. All I want in this life is to marry you.

—And what about you, A-Jing? If you encountered someone who hurt you like that, would you forgive her and give her a chance to reform?

Liar.

It was all lies.

Her answer that day was “I won’t forgive,” and her answer today was still “I won’t forgive”!

An Jing gripped the fabric over her chest. She felt as if her heart was being gnawed by ten thousand ants, riddled with holes and aching beyond measure.

Her shot just now was an outburst, a warning!

She almost forgot that her purpose for this trip was to take Kahn’s life. Since everyone has to die eventually, she might as well die without regrets.

So, ignoring Xu Weiqiang’s advice, she roared “You guys leave” and strode toward the hotel.

Looking at An Jing’s retreating figure, Xu Weiqiang sighed silently, then whistled. Bai Yang and a few brothers who had received favors from An Jing also emerged from the shadows.

“Rescue Wei Yinxia. But the top priority is to protect Boss Jing and our own lives. Understand?”

“Yes.”

By choosing to follow, they had already put their lives on the line.

Bai Yang and two brothers entered through the main door as guests. An Jing and Xu Weiqiang, each with two brothers, climbed up to the floor of Kahn’s room from the left and right sides, while another person created a distraction to lure away the bodyguards downstairs.

The second floor was chosen by Kahn himself, precisely to give An Jing an opportunity to “eavesdrop.”

Wei Yinxia was tackled onto the large bed by Kahn. The buttons of her qipao were open down to her chest. She wrapped one arm around Kahn’s shoulder, and her other hand reached toward the top of her head…

She came to “seek refuge” with Kahn with the firm resolution to die.

If Kahn wasn’t eager for sex, she would play along, lurking by his side and seeking the best moment to strike, ensuring her own safety.

If Kahn was eager for sex, then she would die with him. Her body and mind could only belong to A-Jing.

The sound of gunfire outside the door interrupted Kahn’s movements.

In her panic, Wei Yinxia stabbed at Kahn’s neck but the quick-reacting Kahn dodged the attack, and the wooden hairpin missed, only sinking into his shoulder.

Kahn backhanded Wei Yinxia’s right cheek. He pulled out the hairpin with his right hand and was about to stab her back…

“Bang!”

In the nick of time, Kahn’s right hand was shot.

Wei Yinxia looked in the direction of the sound. The shot was fired by An Jing, who was lying prone outside the window.

Nine people attacking from both inside and outside meant the odds were not bad. But just as An Jing fired that shot, a whistle and gunfire erupted outside the hotel, downstairs.

An Jing and Xu Weiqiang tumbled through the window one after the other. Two bodyguards entered the room and fired. Kahn’s grip on the gun with his left hand was unsteady.

In the confusion, An Jing grabbed Wei Yinxia’s hand: “Stick close to me.”

Wei Yinxia pulled back, trying to retrieve the hairpin left on the floor. An Jing glanced at her, saw her clench the hairpin tightly in her hand, and stifled the curse she was about to utter.

The bodyguards outside were lured away by Bai Yang and the other two. The two who rushed into the room were shot dead.

Xu Weiqiang left the half-dead Kahn to An Jing: “Your turn.”

An Jing ruthlessly shot Kahn’s left hand, then shot each of his two thighs: “Four shots. The revenge for my parents, Lu Cheng, Manager He, and all the innocent people who died unjustly, we’ll settle it all today.”

Xu Weiqiang urged: “Kill him if you’re going to kill him! Stop wasting time with him! If we don’t leave now, we won’t be able to!”

An Jing violently dragged Wei Yinxia forward, grasping her hand that held the hairpin: “His hand touched you. His mouth kissed you. Do you feel sick?”

Wei Yinxia was terrified.

The blood-splattered bodies, the bloody and mangled wounds—every scene filled her with dread.

Her lips trembled. She instinctively mumbled, “A-Jing.”

However, An Jing paid no mind to her feelings. She pulled her and plunged the hairpin into Kahn’s neck, then pried open her fingers.

The hairpin remained lodged in Kahn’s neck, a bloody and stark sight.

During the retreat, three brothers from the Lu Gang were killed. Xu Weiqiang and An Jing split into two groups. He and two brothers were responsible for drawing away the main force, while Bai Yang and another brother covered An Jing and Wei Yinxia, escorting them first.

“Alright, alright, stop chasing. Are you seriously going to fight to the death? The higher-ups said just go through the motions. Three dead, that’s enough to report.”

Kahn probably never understood until his death why, with so many people “protecting” him upstairs and downstairs, An Jing still managed to succeed.

Wei Yinxia, wearing a tight qipao and high heels, couldn’t run fast.

An Jing yelled at her: “If you want to live, take off your shoes.”

Wei Yinxia immediately complied without hesitation.

However, the opposition was strong, well-armed, and had plenty of ammunition. They relentlessly pursued An Jing and the others, cornering them.

Fearing she was a burden, Wei Yinxia struggled free: “A-Jing, don’t worry about me. Your chances of survival are higher if you leave me…”

“Wei Yinxia, shut up!” An Jing roared fiercely. “They’ve already lost several brothers helping me rescue you. Do you want them to die in vain?”

“Boss Jing.” Bai Yang handed An Jing a new magazine of bullets. “The old town is not far ahead. I pointed out two roads to you before. Do you still remember? You’re more familiar with the old town’s roads than they are.”

Before An Jing could process what Bai Yang meant, she saw him pull out a hand grenade from his clothes.

“Boss Jing, Boss Qiang’s kindness to you is beyond words, and the brothers have all witnessed it. His reluctance to leave Shanghai is because of you. Please deliver a message to Boss Qiang for me. If we are fated in the next life, I, Bai Yang, still want to be his brother.”

After saying that, Bai Yang rushed out with the grenade.

An Jing gritted her teeth: “No need to wait for the next life. I promise him in this life.”

She understood Bai Yang’s farewell words. He was going to sacrifice his life to cover their retreat.

“Take good care of Boss Qiang.” With Kahn dead, their great revenge was accomplished, and he had no regrets.

An Jing nodded: “We’ll wait for you to regroup.”

Another heart-stopping night settled into peace amidst the sound of an explosion. Many people, those who deserved to die and those who didn’t, died.

Just like the play she and Wei Yinxia watched, it was destined to be a tragedy.

An Jing dragged Wei Yinxia and ran for a long time until there was no more gunfire behind them. They stopped.

Her palms were soaked with sweat. An Jing let go. Her gaze fell on Wei Yinxia’s torn collar, where the fair skin was exposed to the air. She could also see the jade Guanyin pendant.

She took off her leather jacket and offered it to her: “Put it on.”

Wei Yinxia obediently took the jacket and put it on. The buttons at the qipao‘s collar were ruined, so she had to zip the leather jacket up to the very top.

Her bare feet were bloody.

She hadn’t uttered a word of pain, and An Jing hadn’t offered a word of comfort.

She would never ask her again: Does it hurt?

After a short rest, An Jing bent over with her back to Wei Yinxia: “Get on.”

Wei Yinxia couldn’t bear to burden her: “I can walk. Are you injured?”

An Jing roared in a low, extremely impatient voice: “Wei Yinxia, I don’t have time to waste with you! Do what I tell you to do! Stop being coy and wasting time! The path to survival behind you was paved with their blood!”

Wei Yinxia’s long-held tears streamed out of her eyes. She obediently climbed onto An Jing’s shoulders, timidly begging: “A-Jing, please don’t be like this, okay?”

An Jing carried her, quickly heading toward the basement: “We can only be like this.”

The basement was very small, narrow, and dark. Dead rats and cockroaches lay by the door. The filthy, foul environment and the smell of the sewers outside made Wei Yinxia feel like vomiting.

She held it in.

Standing at the doorway, tears flowed freely.

Her A-Jing was a phoenix among men, a distinguished person from a wealthy family.

How could her A-Jing be reduced to this? How could she live in a basement where the sun never shone? How noble her A-Jing was!

An Jing looked back at her coldly.

The sharp gaze shot at her. Wei Yinxia collapsed onto the floor, covering her face with both hands, desperately repeating: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

What good did an apology do?

An apology was the most worthless thing.

No matter how many times she apologized, An Jing completely ignored her.

Boss Qiang and a young brother returned injured. He roughly hauled Wei Yinxia into the room: “Who are you putting on a show for? How many more brothers do you want to kill?”

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