Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting-Chapter 587 - 459: Fu Sheng, If Only Like Ming Xu (Part 1)

Chapter 587: Chapter 459: Fu Sheng, If Only Like Ming Xu (Part 1)

When Shan Mingxu held Fu Sheng horizontally, he felt quite uneasy.

Fu Sheng was not short, standing at a tall 1.67 meters, but the weight he held in his arms was unbearably light.

She wasn’t exactly skin and bones, but she was indeed thin to the point of looking unwell, thin enough... to make Young Master Shan truly displeased.

After all, the military hospital was just a hospital; taking care of a patient’s injuries wasn’t an issue, but without someone specifically attending to her, her nutrition was always lacking.

With arms like slender bamboo poles wrapped around his neck, Fu Sheng looked at him with undisguised fascination in her eyes.

She seemed completely unaware of the meaning of "modesty," or how dangerous it was for a woman to look at a man like that...

Or perhaps she knew, and she was just playing with fire.

Shan Mingxu knew next to nothing about this woman.

When he "picked" her up, he even once suspected that she was a spy or a mercenary of some sort.

After all, people from the China and Vietnam, China-Myanmar areas were quite complex and ever-changing.

A child of seven or eight, approaching you in rags, was possibly not there to greet you or ask for help, but rather to pull out a gun for a fatal shot.

An innocent-looking, pitiful woman might also carry a dagger and send you to meet King Yama when you’re most relaxed.

A person with severed limbs might possibly be involved in drug dealing.

When he encountered Fu Sheng, she was even thinner than now, running towards them on a snow-covered Pingchuan, wearing the most ragged of cotton-padded jackets and dragging a broken leg, as gunfire flew past her without any fear...

Shan Mingxu could never forget how this woman ran toward him with such determination at that time, her eyes bright and clear; in such a setting, she was the only one who seemed happy and excited.

As Fu Sheng ran over, Shan Mingxu’s gun barrel was directly aimed at her.

At that moment, there was an unusual struggle in his heart.

What if this woman wasn’t a victim but a human bomb?

He couldn’t gamble with his brothers’ lives.

Shan Mingxu was almost about to pull the trigger when Fu Sheng got shot, caught in the crossfire of the hail of bullets.

"Save her!"

The one who shouted then was the squad leader from his boot camp, who had joined the Special 417th Team with him.

Though Shan Mingxu was the captain of this small team, the squad leader was just the vice-captain, but Ming Xu held great respect for him and instinctively followed his orders.

Save her...

At that moment, Shan Mingxu thought, just save her; at worst, it’s just one death!

People like them always had their heads hung by a thread, ready to be taken at a moment’s notice by King Yan!

So he saved her, dragging her to his side.

Fu Sheng kept looking at him and said, "Officer, my name is Fu Sheng, and yours?"

"..."

This woman was strange, really strange.

If she truly cherished life, wouldn’t she be more frightened and panicked now, rather than having the time to engage in this kind of idle talk?

Yet Fu Sheng said just that.

Shan Mingxu naturally didn’t tell her, merely saying, "Keep yourself hidden. Stay close to me!"

"Oh."

Fu Sheng replied. Shan Mingxu was very worried that she would become a burden. He didn’t even know if he could make it to safety himself, and now he had to carry an injured woman who could barely stand!

At that time Shan Mingxu had no time to think of other things; otherwise, any slight thought would have him feeling that hope was bleak.

Fortunately, he didn’t think then, only focusing on killing the enemy to survive!

When the crisis was over, Ming Xu looked back and pondered. This injured woman, though her thought process was off, it was thanks to that—there was no fear or panic, no unease or rashness.

Whatever he said, she would follow; if he said run, she would grit her teeth and endure the pain to keep up.

What shocked Shan Mingxu most was that she blocked a bullet for him.

That night, the two of them huddled together in a cave for warmth; she was near death, and he wasn’t much better off.

Shan Mingxu never expected her to survive; she seemed too frail, and her injuries too severe...

He rationally and directly asked her,

"Where is your home, do you have any family, anything you would like me to tell them if I get the chance?"

Fu Sheng said,

"I don’t have any."

"What about friends?"

"None."

"Then—"

"I don’t want to die." Fu Sheng looked at Shan Mingxu; on her dirty face, only a pair of black and white clear eyes stood out.

Shan Mingxu looked at her, and for an instant, he felt a hard-to-describe emotion.

Perhaps...

In the past, people always said that special forces soldiers like them had strong vitality. Now, he was seeing so-called strong vitality from someone else’s perspective.

She didn’t want to die, and neither did he.

Even though he chose this path, he fought with blood and bravery, not with a wish to gamble away his life.

Shan Mingxu was by no means a gentle person; on the contrary, he was crafty, sharp-tongued, full of schemes, and insufferably arrogant.

When Fu Sheng said she didn’t want to die, he felt like replying, "Everyone dies; just let go in peace."

Because he honestly thought she wouldn’t survive.

But at that moment, Ming Xu finally released the small amount of goodwill he had and accumulated a bit of virtue for himself, not saying the words that came to him, turning his face away instead.

"I won’t die either."

And then Fu Sheng added another sentence, making Shan Mingxu’s thick, black, straight eyebrows twitch suddenly as he met her smiling eyes...

This smile... Shan Mingxu found he couldn’t use the word "forced."

She smiled so naturally, candidly and honestly, making him feel that waiting for tomorrow’s sun wasn’t so hard.

But—

"What? Are you a god? Huh, not gonna die..."

"Yes, I’m a goddess!"

She seemed to think she’d made a pretty good joke, looking at him with smug satisfaction. If not for that bloodless little mouth and if Shan Mingxu had a shred of conscience left, he would’ve slapped her right then.

"You don’t believe it?"

"I believe you’re a nutcase!"

"No, I’m saying, don’t you believe I won’t die?"

"Nonsense!"

"Okay then... if by the time rescue arrives, I haven’t died, you have to tell me your name. If I die... find a place full of flowers, and bury me there, alright?"

"..."

"On the tombstone... hmm, have it say... hmm... ’Here Lies the Goddess Fu Sheng!’ Alright, Officer?"

"Shut up!"

"You still haven’t agreed..."

The woman leaned against his shoulder, her breaths growing weaker and weaker, yet her little mouth kept chattering...

Shan Mingxu felt irritated.

"Promise me..."

"I promise! Now can you shut up?"

"..."

"..."

"Uh, what’s your name... in case I really die, wouldn’t be able to find you as a ghost?"

"Why would you come find me as a ghost!"

"To protect you!"

"Damn it, are you seriously crazy?!"

"... Officer, I’m really glad to have met you. The way you hold a gun is so cool..."

"Is shutting your mouth gonna kill you?"

"It’d be nice to know your name..."

"..."

"I wonder if tomorrow’s weather will be nice... I wish spring would come quickly, winter is so cold..."

"Mingxu, I’m Shan Mingxu, is that enough for you to shut up now?"

"Ming... Xu..."

Fu Sheng repeated it, making Shan Mingxu feel oddly out of sorts.

"Fu Sheng... as bright as Ming Xu, wouldn’t that be great?"

"What?"

Shan Mingxu didn’t hear clearly. He looked back down at her, her eyes were closed...

She was still breathing.

Shan Mingxu reached out and held her tightly in his arms.

...

"Let go."

Shan Mingxu’s voice turned cold. He had already placed Fu Sheng on the bed, but the woman was still clinging to his neck.

Now she was looking at him with a pitiful expression,

"Can’t you just hold me a little longer?"

"Are you letting go or not?"

Shan Mingxu’s face turned stern, and Fu Sheng, intimidated by his authority, finally let go and pouted,

"Not an ounce of tenderness, are you?"

"Which are you then, incense or jade?" Shan Mingxu replied sarcastically.