Chapter 127: Conquered by You Just Like This

For any woman, there is no reason to reject Wang Zheng, for he possesses everything a woman desires. Of course, this excludes the archetype of the "pretty boy," but his masculine aura makes such men feel ashamed by comparison.

Wang Zheng is not a typical seducer; the term "player" does not apply to him. Yet, once he decides to charm a woman, none can escape his grasp, for he is simply impeccable in a way that leaves women defenseless.

Liao Tong, lying on the ground, looked up at Wang Zheng as he stood beside her. In the moonlight, his face appeared resolute, sexy, and stern, yet veiled in a faint, lingering melancholy. His gaze was complex—so complex that it suddenly made Liao Tong’s heart ache.

Refuse? She could not bring herself to say the words. Liao Tong herself did not know what she truly felt for Wang Zheng. Was it seduction? Was there an ulterior motive? Or had she fallen in love? One thing, however, was certain: being with Wang Zheng was truly exciting and joyful. It was precisely because of this feeling that she had delayed giving him an answer.

Spies come in many forms. Some are raised from childhood, trained like secret agents to engage in intelligence gathering; due to lifelong brainwashing, their loyalty is absolute. Others are drawn into espionage through various temptations, usually individuals who have achieved some success in their fields but are dissatisfied with their status quo, making them vulnerable to traps.

Liao Tong undoubtedly belonged to the latter.

Wang Zheng had not only attacked her on a physical and physiological level but had also targeted her heart, using everything he had to satisfy her and win her over. At the same time, he had resolved her anxieties, assuring her that as long as he was there, the organization behind her would not dare to touch her.

Every intelligence organization in the world, whether state-run or private, keeps a "blacklist"—a record of the most dangerous people on Earth. This list is updated every six months, and Wang Zheng had occupied the number one spot for two years running.

With billions of followers—how many people are there on Earth, after all?—they might be able to provoke Wang Zheng, but they could not afford to provoke his other identity: Warrior of the Hundred Tribes. After all, these spy organizations often relied on various tribes for protection during their operations in Africa.

Liao Tong was thirty and unmarried, not even having a boyfriend, which meant she had been a spy for a long time. It was no wonder she recognized the tattoo on Wang Zheng’s back; it would have been strange for any spy not to.

Wang Zheng slowly crouched down, observing Liao Tong’s complex expression, and held his hand out before her. A diamond had appeared in his palm.

"My dear, do not persist in your stubbornness," Wang Zheng said softly, placing the diamond gently against her chest. Liao Tong, her skin flushed and feverish, felt a sudden chill. Wang Zheng then traced the curves of her body with the stone.

"Surrender to me. As my first woman in the true sense, are you not willing? I know you have feelings for me. You love me, don't you?" Wang Zheng looked at her. "If I am not mistaken, for a mid-career spy like you, your organization or country does not even have your file. Only your handler knows who you are. I will eliminate that handler, and no one will ever know your past. How about that?"

Wang Zheng had traced the diamond along her body twice, but Liao Tong remained silent. This left Wang Zheng disappointed and saddened. Though he did not hold deep, true affection for her, he felt a genuine connection, and such connections were not easy to find.

Time ticked away, and Wang Zheng lost his patience. Since she would not answer, he suddenly scooped her up and walked toward the observation deck. He opened the heavy doors and carried her out onto the rooftop.

The night breeze felt cool and refreshing. Wang Zheng stood at the edge of the three-hundred-meter-high rooftop, where there were no safety barriers. Directly beneath the dangling Liao Tong lay a bottomless, pitch-black abyss. Her body trembled, and she clutched his neck tightly, terrified that he might release his hold.

Wang Zheng held her as if presenting an offering to the gods—much like the villagers in *Journey to the West* offering children to the Black Wind Demon, Wang Zheng was offering Liao Tong to the heavens.

As Wang Zheng lowered his arms further, Liao Tong’s grip tightened. Her eyes were filled with terror, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, falling into the three-hundred-meter void.

"Liao Tong, I want to say that the time I spent with you was the most passionate of my life," Wang Zheng said tenderly, looking at the trembling woman in his arms. "Don't worry. After you die, I will carve my name beneath your tombstone. Even though we will be separated by the veil of life and death, we will still feel each other's presence."

With that, Wang Zheng closed his eyes and slowly lowered his raised arms.

As he let go completely, Liao Tong’s body hung vertically over the abyss. If not for her white-knuckled grip on his neck, she would have plummeted to her death.

Liao Tong squeezed her eyes shut, her hands trembling violently. Half a minute passed, and tears began to stream down her face. Her face was so close to his that Wang Zheng knew for certain these were tears, not sweat.

"I... want to... be... with... you!" she stammered, her voice faint and broken.

"What did you say? Speak louder."

"I... I want to be with you! I want to be with you!" Liao Tong suddenly opened her eyes, filled with profound affection and sorrow, tears pouring out.

Perhaps it was her physical exhaustion, or the fact that she had spent her remaining strength on that shout—the moment she finished, her grip failed.

"Snap!" Her hands, which had been locked around his neck, gave way. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep longing and reluctance.

Watching the man grow smaller as she fell, Liao Tong felt her body plummeting. Is this how it ends? What does death feel like? She closed her eyes, and memories of her time with Wang Zheng flashed through her mind like a slideshow.

"Snap!" Her descent came to a sudden halt; something had grabbed her wrist. Liao Tong opened her eyes to find herself dangling over the abyss. Looking up, she saw Wang Zheng lying at the edge of the roof, holding her wrist firmly. His smile was like the morning sun, making it easy to forget all worry and unease.

"How could I let you die?" Wang Zheng said, smiling at her.

With a powerful heave, he pulled her back onto the rooftop and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I didn't let you die, so you cannot die!"

Liao Tong’s final words had revealed her stance; her heart belonged to him.

Wang Zheng had been gambling with himself; even if she hadn't said a word, he wouldn't have let her die. He might have handed her over to Bai Bing to investigate her handler.

But Wang Zheng had won the bet. In this dual war of physical and psychological attrition, he had achieved a total victory.

Back from the brink of death, Liao Tong hugged him tightly, drawing on a sudden burst of strength as if trying to merge herself into his very being. She held him so tightly there was no room between them. To her, this was the only way to feel he was truly there.

Wang Zheng cradled her and carefully carried her back into the observation hall, where it was safe. "Going home?" he whispered into her ear.

Hearing this, Liao Tong raised her tear-stained, beautiful face and pressed her lips against his, kissing him frantically, her hands reaching for his belt.

"I want love! I want your love!"