Chapter 1844 - 1844: Reunion in England
Only then did Liu Zhizhong snap back to reality. He turned his head, looked at the two tall, dashing, and polite English mounted police officers, and smiled slightly, replying:
"Gentlemen, you're overthinking it. I'm just feeling sentimental in front of an old friend's house. Thank you for your concern. I have no ill intentions."
The two mounted police officers were momentarily stunned, looking at this man with an Asian face.
"Your English is quite good! But now, we're somewhat suspicious of you, sir. If they're indeed old friends, can you provide more details about the residents of this house?"
"Well... isn't that their privacy? Can I just tell you?"
"For their safety, we must do this. Please respect our work and principles. Because we have their information, we need you to verify yourself, okay?"
The mounted officers remained polite. One of them even took out a work tablet, glanced at the house number, and started swiping on the tablet.
Liu Zhizhong nodded and said with relief, "Thank you for your work, so meticulous and thorough. I'm happy for them. Here, they're absolutely safe, and that's good enough..."
"Sir..." One of the mounted officers raised his hand to interrupt Liu Zhizhong, "Our duty is to ensure everything is flawless here, as we know. Now, please provide the information you know, okay?"
Liu Zhizhong was briefly stunned, then nodded quickly, fluently providing all the relevant information about Zhao Yan and Ye Bingyu without any pauses.
The two mounted officers listened while comparing the information on their tablet.
In the end, they nodded, saluted, and said, "Sir, sorry for the disturbance. We wish you a pleasant visit!"
"Alright, thank you both!"
Liu Zhizhong gave them a thumbs up.
The two mounted officers said nothing further and didn't even ask about Liu Zhizhong's identity. With a slight nudge of their feet, they saluted again, turned their horses, and rode off, patrolling further away...
It was only then that Liu Zhizhong rang the doorbell at Zhao Yan's home.
As soon as the doorbell was pressed, the video intercom system activated.
Soon, Ye Bingyu's familiar face appeared on the screen.
They hadn't seen each other for three years, and she was still so beautiful, exuding the warm, gentle aura of the girl next door, unchanged at all.
She was now 30, but time hadn't left a trace on her face, looking as if she was in her prime.
Her gentle eyes, snow-white tender skin, lovely face—now with longer wavy hair, adding an air of charming elegance.
However, when she saw this man with Asian features—honey-colored skin and ordinary facial features—she looked somewhat puzzled, feeling she hadn't seen such a man in her memory.
Thus, Ye Bingyu formally said, "Hello, sir. Who are you looking for, and is there something I can help you with?"
Since Liu Zhizhong was dressed appropriately and had a proper demeanor, looking like a respectable Asian man, Ye Bingyu wondered if he might be a new neighbor.
Liu Zhizhong said, "Sister Ye, it's me, Zhizhong."
"Ah..."
Ye Bingyu was instantly shocked, covering her red lips with a small hand. The indescribable surprise and excitement immediately spread across her face.
"You are... Zhizhong? Oh my God..."
She could never forget Liu Zhizhong's voice.
Magnetic, the kind that tinged with electric excitement.
She confirmed it was his voice, as if she hadn't heard it for years.
So many years had passed, yet she seemingly couldn't forget it.
But... wasn't he dead? It had been reported in major newspapers and tabloids!
"It's me, Sister Ye. I'm not dead. I'm still alive. I can finally come find you and Zhao Yan." A thin layer of mist covered Liu Zhizhong's eyes.
Seeing his beloved again, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Oh my God... Zhizhong... is it really you? My God... oh God..." Ye Bingyu covered her face with her hands, and crystalline hot tears flowed from between her slender white fingers.
She was excited, she cried, feeling both sad and happy, so contradictory, haha...
Seeing this scene, Liu Zhizhong couldn't hold back either. Tears streamed down, which he quickly wiped away, saying, "Sister Ye, I've missed you so much. I want to hold you tightly, reunite with you, be with you forever, and never be apart again... Open the door, Sister Ye, you can't leave me outside alone!"
"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll open it, I'll open it..."
Coming back to her senses, Ye Bingyu hurriedly remotely opened the door.
As Liu Zhizhong entered, he heard footsteps coming down from the second floor of the villa.
He had barely taken two steps when the main door behind him slowly closed, and the hurried footsteps had already reached inside the villa door.
When Liu Zhizhong rushed over, the figure of Ye Bingyu, sexy and graceful, was already descending the stairs.
In the beautiful garden, at the bottom of the last Roman stone step, the two embraced tightly, crying uncontrollably, tears flowing like rain...
From a nearby hill crossing, the two mounted officers who had distanced themselves were truly witnessing this scene.
They exchanged a glance, smiled, and then turned around, peacefully trotting away on their horses.
They had ensured the safety here.
Confronted with the reunion of love, they smiled sincerely. Is it any wonder Westerners love romance?
Meanwhile, holding her soft, fragrant body, Liu Zhizhong was truly excited and filled with emotion.
The two of them held each other tightly, not letting go for a long time.
When they finally parted, it was Ye Bingyu who took the initiative. She grabbed Liu Zhizhong's hand and dragged him directly into the house.
"Come inside, my dear brother. I've missed you so much! Zhao Yan is not home, she's not home, oh my God... God must have sent you to appear beside me at the right moment..."
Seeing her anxious look, Liu Zhizhong's long-suppressed emotions erupted in an instant, exploding like fire.
Though slightly disappointed because his wife wasn't home, Liu Zhizhong was excited. Wasn't this a good chance?
He let Ye Bingyu drag him into the house, and in the magnificent living room on the first floor, Ye Bingyu couldn't resist, and they ended up on the luxurious European leather sofa.
Liu Zhizhong couldn't say anything before Ye Bingyu's lips found his.
The passion ignited at that moment, exploding like dynamite, powerful and fierce.
In less than three minutes, the two became overwhelmingly eager, clothes gone, rolling passionately on the sofa.
Ye Bingyu initiated, pulling little Zhizhong in with her!
At that moment, Liu Zhizhong was filled with excitement, for little Zhizhong was met with a deluge, a tidal wave.
How could such a beautiful moment describe such dispossession?
His first visit to England was well worth it!
The passion and romance of an early autumn night in England began...