Chapter 70: The Attack

Wan Caixuan was tucked away in her bedroom, her entire body cocooned under a blanket as if she was too ashamed to face the world. She was sprawled on her bed, her mind in turmoil.

“Why on earth did I do that? It’s mortifying.”

A hot flush crept across her face. She felt as if she was under some spell, having acted so irrationally. Yet, amidst her embarrassment, a curious sensation stirred within her, a feeling she had never encountered before.

Wan Caixuan was no fool. Even though she had never been in love, she was well aware of the world around her. After all, one doesn’t need to have eaten pork to have seen a pig run.

“Could it be that I…”

Unwillingly, her thoughts drifted back to earlier incidents. Lin Xiao’s fervent gaze, his sturdy physique, his chiseled, stern face. Yet, she quickly shook her head, dispelling these images from her mind and forcing herself to cool down.

“It was all accidental. Wan Caixuan, you mustn’t overthink this. It was an accident… surely, an accident…”

Wan Caixuan tried to reason with herself, but she couldn’t suppress the inexplicable thoughts flashing through her mind. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. The restlessness was unfamiliar—something she’d never experienced before.

However, even the most turbulent emotions gradually subside over time. The night deepened, and amidst her muddled thoughts, Wan Caixuan slipped into slumber.

More than an hour after Wan Caixuan had retired to her room, Lin Xiao finally stepped in. His eyes instinctively drifted toward the bed. Seeing her fast asleep, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Despite Lin Xiao’s staunch resistance to Wan Caixuan’s three conditions earlier, he found himself somewhat ill at ease sharing a room with the stunning CEO. After all, he was a man, and Wan Caixuan was a striking beauty. Alone together, both lucid, he feared the situation might prove torturous.

He turned his gaze away from the bed and quietly examined the room.

Just then, Wan Caixuan stirred on the bed, turning onto her side. Her movement revealed her shapely, fair legs and especially her rounded, enticing buttocks, further augmenting Lin Xiao’s discomfort.

Fortunately, Wan Caixuan was sound asleep. Otherwise, he might have had to endure another of her bites.

The thought made Lin Xiao chuckle softly. He stepped over, gently pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed figure, then turned off the lights and lay down on the floor beside the bed, slowly closing his eyes.

But he wasn’t asleep.

He was quietly cultivating Thunderbolt Decree, slipping into a unique meditative state. In this mode, his senses were heightened—his hearing sharp, his sense of smell acute. No disturbance in the villa could escape him.

Outside, as one house after another went dark, the night deepened into silence.

Meanwhile, a shadow slipped into Jiangnan Floral Estates, just outside the residential complex.

The figure was lean, cloaked in a black, skin-tight suit that left only a pair of cold eyes exposed.

Even in broad daylight, such attire might go unnoticed. In the dead of night, with his fluid, feline movements, he practically vanished into the dark.

Effortlessly avoiding patrols and weaving through security blind spots, the figure made his way toward Wan Caixuan’s villa.

A glint of steel flickered in his hand—a matte, razor-sharp dagger that caught no light.

This man in black was no ordinary intruder. He was an assassin from the Dark Night Order—one of its last ten senior members—sent to finish what the others had failed: eliminate Wan Caixuan.

‘If not for the heavy losses our elites suffered, why would I be here, thousands of miles from home?’ the man in black thought grimly.

Ordinarily, a mission like this wouldn’t warrant his involvement. But after a series of failures—especially the recent botched hit—the organization sent him personally to clean up the mess and salvage their reputation.

Without hesitation, he melted into the shadows, pressing against the villa wall like a prowling cat, then began scaling it with silent precision.

This time, there would be no mistakes.

The man had come prepared. He knew the villa’s layout, the security blind spots, even the location of the bedroom where Wan Caixuan and Lin Xiao slept.

But inside, Lin Xiao—still lying on the floor, eyes closed—suddenly stirred. His eyes snapped open, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“So, they didn’t waste time,” he murmured.

Though he hadn’t laid eyes on the intruder, Lin Xiao could clearly sense the man’s every movement outside the bedroom.

‘This one’s skilled,’ he noted silently. ‘Far more capable than those thugs with guns and machetes from last time. If he really is from the Dark Night Order, then he’s no ordinary foot soldier. But it won’t change the outcome.’

Lin Xiao calmly assessed the assassin’s approach, then rose from the floor. In one smooth motion, he vanished into a corner, his form melting into the darkness.

His breathing stilled—at least, to the ear. In reality, he’d perfectly synced his own breath with Wan Caixuan’s slumbering rhythm. In the silence, it became impossible to distinguish one from the other.

When it came to stealth and assassination, Lin Xiao was a master among masters. It was with this very skill that he’d once dismantled the Dark Night Order’s elite, pushing the notorious organization to the brink of collapse.

Oblivious to the second presence in the room, the man in black employed a unique technique to silently unlock the sealed window. Moonlight spilled in, casting a soft glow on Wan Caixuan’s sleeping figure.

A glint of bloodlust flickered in the assassin’s eyes as he slipped soundlessly through the window and into the room. His footsteps were silent. In his hand, the dagger gleamed faintly in the moonlight.

He crept toward the bed with practiced ease. Though the woman’s features were obscured in the dark, he had memorized the layout—this was the target’s room. That was all he needed to know.

No hesitation. No mercy.

Closing the final meter, he raised his blade and lunged forward to strike. But before the dagger could land, a shadow burst from the darkness. A hand shot out, lightning-fast, clamping around his wrist with iron force.

“What—?”

The man in black’s eyes widened in terror. He hadn’t expected anyone else in the room.

But training took over. He snapped his wrist, sending the dagger flipping into the air. Catching it with his left hand, he slashed toward the arm that had caught him.

The blade was razor-sharp, its edge laced with a lethal toxin. One cut was fatal.

But before it could land, pain shot through his left hand. The dagger was wrenched away. A second hand appeared from the shadows—then a fist, fast as lightning, slammed into his chest. He had no time to react. No time to defend.