The Sweetness of the Seventies-Chapter 1126 - 1095: Perfunctory, Settling for the Next Best Thing

Chapter 1126: Chapter 1095: Perfunctory, Settling for the Next Best Thing

Xiangjiang, night.

In a villa halfway up the hill, a man and a woman were engaging in some indescribable actions, which lasted a long time and were very intense.

After a while, the room finally returned to tranquility, and the two people also calmed down.

The lights came on, and the woman got up to take a shower in the bathroom. When she came out, she was draped in an exquisitely made nightgown that left her voluptuous figure partially visible, exuding an air of countless charms.

The man was at the bedside, lighting a cigar, closing his eyes, leisurely exhaling smoke, and enjoying the present comfort.

"Brother Gang, we failed last time, and I have been too scared to act. Now, I see reports saying that woman will come to Xiangjiang and she will be coming as a swimmer. Perhaps this is a great opportunity—we mustn’t miss it," the woman said lazily, clinging to the man’s arm, looking for help from him.

The man opened his eyes and looked at the woman beside him, frowning slightly, "Why must you kill He Tiantian? The last assassination attempt nearly alerted several countries. If I hadn’t erased the traces, they might have traced it back to us. In Xiangjiang, I can protect you, but it’s better to avoid troubles that can be avoided."

The woman listened to the man’s words and kept silent.

She knew this principle all too well, but whenever she thought of how splendidly that woman lived, while she could only live with a surgically altered face, never able to reveal her true identity, she was in great pain.

Only with He Tiantian’s death could her deep-seated hatred be solved.

Only with He Tiantian’s death could she find complete release.

"Because of her, I was forced to come to Xiangjiang. You don’t know how much I’ve suffered or how much hardship I’ve endured..." the woman said, thinking of the time she spent on the run, unable to beg for food, having to scavenge from garbage bins, being bullied by thugs, chased by stray dogs...

Those days had become a lifelong nightmare for her.

Even now, she occasionally had dreams where, because there was nothing to eat, she suffered from hunger and could only pick up disgusting, spoiled things to eat.

The middle-aged man listened to her words, hugged her back tightly, and said, "Don’t worry, it’s all in the past, and now aren’t we living well? That bastard from the Zhao Family has died, our son is the legitimate heir to the Zhao Family, and with such a large estate for you and the child, plus the power in my hands, no one in Xiangjiang will bully you."

"Yes, we’re living unbelievably well right now," the woman said sentimentally, "So, if there’s a chance this time, let’s make another assassination attempt. This is our turf, and it’s easy to erase any traces and clues."

"Do we really have to take action?" Zhao Gang asked back, "We think this is not a good opportunity, but how can you be sure that the woman daring to come into the open isn’t already prepared, waiting for us to fall into her trap?"

Zhao Gang was involved in the underworld; taking a few lives wasn’t difficult for him, and silencing people by killing them was easy as well.

But He Tiantian was no ordinary person—she was part of the upper echelons of mainland society and also a national treasure as an athlete.

If anything happened to her in Xiangjiang, the whole city would not be at peace.

He was just a gangster, with connections in both the underworld and lawful society, but if he were found to be the one who acted, with his ability, he would certainly not be able to withstand the rage of the mainland.

Therefore, Zhao Gang did not want to make a move.

"But I want her dead," the woman said coldly. "As long as she lives, I can’t rest easy."

"Death is not the most painful punishment for a person; a fate worse than death is," said Zhao Gang. "We have a long future ahead of us, and we can think carefully about how to take revenge on her, to make her life a living hell."

Zhao Gang did not really want to take revenge for the woman, not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t—the cost of revenge was too great.

His words were merely an attempt to placate the woman.

If it weren’t for the fact that this woman had given birth to a son for him, and even switched the child to become the Zhao Family’s heir, he wouldn’t bother with this old woman.

After all, who would want an aging beauty when there are fresh and tender young girls?

Although the woman was aware that Zhao Gang’s words were somewhat perfunctory, she also felt there was some truth to them.

It would indeed be satisfying to see He Tiantian dead, but to witness He Tiantian in unbearable pain, letting her taste the agony she once inflicted, would be a most gratifying affair.

"Then, Brother Gang, you’re right," the woman said, "Life is luxurious and comfortable now. If revenge brings chaos to my current life, it indeed wouldn’t be worth it. After all, it’s not just me now; I have Brother Gang and my son Xiao Zheng. I can’t let that bitch ruin my life."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gang let out a slight sigh of relief, glad that she was no longer incessantly demanding He Tiantian’s death.

"There’s no need to rush this matter, we can progress step by step," Zhao Gang said, "On the mainland, their policies are very strict, we can’t make any big moves for now. But it’s different here in Xiangjiang, our investigations revealed that Tiantian has a student here."

"Are you talking about the rising writer Er Yue Hong?" the woman asked, having somehow forgotten about this individual.

He Tiantian was always foolishly kind-hearted, and being her student, this person must surely have a good relationship with her.

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Dealing with a person who works with words is very simple.

"So, Brother Gang, what are you planning to do?" the woman asked, a hint of glee in her voice. Just the thought of getting back at He Tiantian, even if it meant targeting those not so close to her, was enough to excite this crazed woman immensely.

"Break both of Tang Ping’an’s legs," Zhao Gang said, "That should give you a bit of satisfaction, huh?"

The woman nodded, saying, "Hmm, that’s not bad. Brother Gang... you’re so good..."

If they couldn’t take action against He Tiantian for the time being, there was no use dwelling on it.

Enjoying the present was what mattered most.

Zhao Gang was a bit tired, but in this respect, he couldn’t leave the woman unsatisfied!

So he turned over and pounced on the woman, to do as he wished, sweating profusely!

Late at night, unlike usual, the woman didn’t fall asleep after her pleasure, but was sitting up with a glass of wine, looking at the moonlight, taking small sips.

"He Tiantian, actually I should thank you. If it weren’t for you back then, maybe I wouldn’t be living this kind of life," the woman murmured softly, savoring the fine wine’s rich flavor.

She muttered to herself, a sinister smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

Perhaps, since Brother Gang was such a pushover, she would have to find another way.

She didn’t only have industrial holdings, but also a newly established company, Xiangjiang Yonghui Entertainment Company.

She was very optimistic about the entertainment industry. She had connections in both lawful circles and the underworld. Why would she rely on Zhao Gang?

As for whether her son was truly Zhao Gang’s, the woman was not too certain. In any case, she was the child’s mother, and that was all that mattered. Everything else was insignificant.