In the end, the two of them chose a restaurant very close to the Zhang family residential compound for dinner.

A moment just for the two of them is always so harmonious.

After dinner, they returned to the compound. Since Zhang's Parents were not at home, the two of them held hands and strolled along the main road inside the compound.

Of course, Zhang Yang was simply enjoying this beautiful time.

A happy family and a successful career.

And holding the hand of the woman he loves most.

There’s nothing more pleasant or joyful in this world than that.

If there is, it would be soaring into the clouds with her, drifting away over mountains and seas…

But Liu Qingqing was not like that.

With Zhang's Parents no longer at home, the place had lost its meaning for her. The reason she still came was twofold: first, she couldn’t bring herself to contradict what she’d said—since she’d claimed something seemed to have been left at the Zhangs’, she had to come and pretend to look for it; second, she needed to probe this unnamed male operative, to find out whether Zhang's Parents had indeed gone to see his aunt, preferably by calling her directly to confirm. Otherwise, she’d keep feeling uneasy, as if something were amiss.

Thirdly, since she had already chosen this man, since she had decided to marry him and spend her whole life with him, there were certain things one should do—like comforting him right now.

Men…

You’ve got to know how to handle them, and even more importantly, how to coax them, so you can keep them firmly under your control for life and make them serve your purposes.

Yet just as she was smiling and keeping her head down, letting Zhang Yang lead her forward, a tall figure suddenly walked past before her eyes.

That figure was so familiar—so familiar that Liu Qingqing’s breath caught in an instant. She stopped dead in her tracks, staring blankly at the figure.

After the daze came panic, fear, an instinctive retreat, and without thinking, she lowered her head, afraid of being recognized.

The same height, the same facial features, a similar outfit—immediately a name sprang to mind: Ming Kai!

No!

It can’t be him!

It can’t be his!

He’s long since died—completely, utterly dead. She witnessed with her own eyes that massive explosion back then, which buried both that man and his precious bitch together.

After the blast, she even saw the leg that was left behind after the man was blown to bits, his flesh and blood all shredded.

There’s no way it could be fake!

Liu Qingqing told herself this, then raised her head again and looked in the direction the man had walked.

Unfortunately, the person was already gone, vanished like a dream—a fleeting dream.

She breathed a little easier.

But just then, the man holding her hand asked, “Do you know him?”

He used “you,” not “Qing Qing,” let alone “baby.”

Liu Qingqing realized it immediately, only then belatedly noticing how overly nervous she’d become. Not only had her expression changed, but the small hand in his big one had unconsciously tightened, squeezing his hand right out.

Once she came to her senses, Liu Qingqing quickly shook her head, re-grasped Zhang Yang’s hand, and smiled at him, saying, “No, I must’ve mistaken him.”

“Mistaken? So if you hadn’t mistaken him, you’d know him then? An ex-boyfriend who broke up with you? Or someone you loved but couldn’t have?”

He said it half-jokingly. Although he had already taken Liu Qingqing’s hand again, his expression and demeanor were no longer the same as before. There was something extra in the way he looked at her.

End of Chapter 207: Counterattack 134