Chapter 1823 - 753: All Beings Suffer

Chapter 1823: Chapter 753: All Beings Suffer

The night is dark and the wind is high.

The campground, dotted with sparse lamps, is silent.

A shadowy figure stealthily emerged from one of the tents and tiptoed towards another single tent.

The moonlight illuminated a distinct profile; this unfairly handsome man was none other than Zhou Wang.

The tent flap had a slight gap, and by getting closer, one could vaguely see the scene inside with the help of nearby lighting.

Liu Rushuang’s graceful figure was half-covered by a blanket, lying sideways on the ground mat. It was early spring, with the weather still a bit chilly, yet Liu Rushuang only wore a thin nightdress, her white thighs fully exposed without any cover.

Worse yet, from Zhou Wang’s angle, he could even catch a glimpse of some indescribable shadows.

They nestled in white softness, indistinct yet tempting Zhou Wang to come closer, and then closer still.

Zhou Wang couldn’t tell if Liu Rushuang was asleep, but before lifting the flap, he hesitated and stopped, with two little figures in his mind jumping out to start a fight.

Evil Zhou Wang with horns: "What?! You’re at the door and start pretending now? Did you come here to eat shit!"

Honest Zhou Wang with wings: "No, no, people just have a broken marital relationship, but they’re not really divorced, it’s immoral!"

Evil Zhou Wang: "Isn’t that more exciting?"

Honest Zhou Wang: "Think about your age gap!"

Evil Zhou Wang: "Think about those luscious, juicy thighs!"

Honest Zhou Wang: "Do you still remember that you said you’d be disciplined?"

Evil Zhou Wang: "She called you here, it’s a blatant seduction, why should you feel mentally burdened?"

...

After a round of verbal sparring, the speechless Honest Zhou Wang was argued into silence, and Evil Zhou Wang gradually gained the upper hand.

Just as Zhou Wang reached out his hand, ready to lift the flap, a sudden phone ring burst forth in the quiet night.

Zhou Wang jolted, hurriedly turned around and left, vaguely hearing an annoyed "Hello" coming from inside the tent...

Back in his tent, Zhou Wang was about to light a cigarette to calm down when he heard a sudden ’swish’, and his flap was pulled open.

Outside stood Liu Rushuang, draped in a coat, her mature body wrapped in a thin nightdress, looking somewhat anxious.

Zhou Wang was first startled, wondering if Sister Liu was so desperate to turn the tables, not afraid of being seen by others. But as Liu Rushuang spoke, Zhou Wang realized he had misunderstood.

"Zhou Wang, can you still drive?"

"...Should be no problem, I haven’t drunk much. What happened?"

Zhou Wang put aside his fanciful thoughts, stood up and asked.

"I have an urgent matter to get back to the city now, can you give me a lift?"

Liu Rushuang didn’t hide her anxiety, her tone urgent.

"Okay."

Zhou Wang readily agreed, turning around to find his shoes and socks.

Liu Rushuang also hurried back to change clothes. Soon, Zhou Wang, already tidied up, arrived at the campsite entrance to wait, and Liu Rushuang, holding a bag, soon hurried out. Passing by one tent, she woke a girl and gave her some instructions, before rushing to Zhou Wang’s side.

"What about Susu, don’t you need to wake her to come along?"

"No, the company will bring her back tomorrow morning."

Liu Rushuang hesitated before shaking her head.

Zhou Wang didn’t say more, switched on his flashlight, and led Liu Rushuang by her sleeve toward the nearby parked vehicle.

As they walked, somehow Liu Rushuang ended up holding Zhou Wang’s hand, their fingers intertwining. Since Liu Rushuang stayed silent, Zhou Wang didn’t pay attention to this detail, leading her all the way to her BMW 7 series.

They got in the car, fired up the engine, and Zhou Wang drove steadily and quickly towards Qin Island’s city center with Liu Rushuang.

After leaving the campsite, Liu Rushuang hadn’t spoken much, but now just quietly watched the night passing through the window in a daze.

She no longer appeared anxious but was noticeably downcast.

Zhou Wang didn’t know what happened to her, nor would he pry into others’ privacy when they didn’t wish to speak. Considering it, Zhou Wang simply connected his Bluetooth and randomly played a playlist of songs.

"I wish to embrace you, through the times of mountains and waters, the crowd like a sea is the distance between us, even if it’s late it doesn’t matter..."

With the windows fully closed, the Bowers & Wilkins 18-speaker premium sound system of the 7 series BMW created an immersive concert-like experience in this enclosed space, isolating all external noise.

Liu Rushuang’s body trembled slightly, then she murmured softly: "’In a story without an ending, the persistent big dream never ceases’... these lyrics are beautifully written."

"Mm, very nice. I remember hearing a theory before, saying that our dreams may not be illusionary, but possibly just a projection of parallel worlds. At some unknown dimension, a similar us might be leading another kind of life, maybe just like what you see in your dreams..."

"Is that so?"

Liu Rushuang was momentarily stunned, then lowly and mockingly murmured: "Then I might be the one living the worst among them..."

Zhou Wang heard this, glanced strangely at Liu Rushuang.

No way, Sister, you’re a dignified female company president, with a car, a house, looks and substance, already surpassing more than ninety percent of society. What else is there that doesn’t satisfy you?