The Villain And His Sweet Wife - Chapter 110

That evening, Luo Nuying returned to her apartment. She lived alone. She hated being alone. But she masked the silence by working all day and going out at night until she tired herself out.

In front of her vanity now, she changed from her ordinary dress into something slightly provocative—a bit slutty, the way she liked it.

She put on a dark shadow on the wings of her eyes to bring out her grey-green irises. She straightened her silver hair and adorned her fingers with some jewelry.

Luo Nuying left her apartment and walked straight for the club across the street when she finished.

The bouncers let her in immediately, and she walked in, spotting the colourful lights, listening to the inviting music. She stalked toward the bar, grabbing a seat. The bartender’s face lit up once she saw Luo Nuying.

“I’m glad you’re here!” The woman said.

“What happened?”

“Guests are getting bored. They want to see something exciting.”

Luo Nuying stood. “Then it’s time for me to show them something.”

The bartender’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t…”

Luo Nuying smiled. She then slipped from her seat and walked down the club stairs.

She switched her heels for runners and tied her hair in a sleek ponytail. She removed her rings and put on wrist wraps around her palms and knuckles.

She then walked over to the fighting ring and said, “Me next.”

The announcer arched a brow, but he knew what she was capable of. The announcer then called forth a large man with veins bulging from his muscles, and he looked as if he could bend her in half.

Luo Nuying released a deep breath.

She did not often fight in underground rings—that would ruin her modelling career. But she did when she wanted to release some pent-up frustration and had no outlet. She needed an excuse to beat someone to a pulp, and this was good enough. The money was good too.

She was announced next, and the atmospheric crowd cheered her on. Luo Nuying climbed into the ring and positioned her body in a stance. She put one foot in front of the other, her knees bent slightly, and one fist balled in front of her face, the other an inch away from her neck.

Once it began, the man charged her, hoping to throw her off balance. She dropped to the floor, swinging her foot counterclockwise beneath his feet. He stumbled backward and caught himself before he fell. Luo Nuying ran toward him and jumped, swinging a right hook before blocking it with his forearms. She then swung left, right, and kicked as he stopped her from every direction she went.

Luo Nuying was breathing hard, realizing he read her moves very well.

She then charged toward him and kicked his chest with the force of both legs, knocking him to the ground forcefully.

Before Luo Nuying could make another move, he stood up immediately, picking up her body and swinging her over his shoulder. She landed on her feet and kicked his knees from behind. He turned and grabbed her by the foot, but Luo Nuying swung her other leg and kicked him right in the face.

Her opponent stumbled back as she stood up on her feet. She glanced at the crowd, breathing hard, and her gaze fell right at Long Kun.

Long Kun!?

What was he doing here?

And he was staring right at her with something like anger and admiration. Luo Nuying tensed as she was suddenly picked up and thrown across the ring. She landed hard. Breathlessly, she patted her chest, coughing, her body screaming in pain.

That moment cost her momentum, but like hell, she would lose! Especially in front of her crush! That’d be embarrassing for her.

Luo Nuying rolled over until she jumped to her feet, regaining balance, ignoring the ache in her ribs.

She repositioned her stance, and the audience roared with energy—the man charged for her again.

Luo Nuying moved around him, locking his head with her arms, sweeping his feet from beneath him. The man fell, and she moved on top of him, dropping all her weight as she punched him in the face left and right quickly. He grabbed her arms and flipped her beneath him.

Luo Nuying kneed him in the groin, and his hands fell to his crotch as she pushed him from her body and rolled on her back.

He was angry now, coming for her with his hands, targeting her neck.

Luo Nuying swung one of her legs up high, kicking him in the face from the jaw up before he could reach her, and he went out cold.

The announcer then ran over to her excitedly, raising her arm as the winner.

Luo Nuying smiled as she walked out of the ring, and a cocktail waiter handed her a wad of cash. She pocketed the money and was ready to head home when Long Kun approached her deftly.

His brows were knotted so tightly she wondered if he’d pop a vein.

“Why are you here?” she asked Long Kun.

That had been his question earlier in the day, and she did not expect to see him again so soon.

“I heard the best fights in the city occur here.”

“That’s because my cousin owns it,” she answered him. Yuan Bojing lets her fight so long as she fights with a clear head. He forbade anyone from his family to fight after an off day. Or if they’d been under the influence.

Luo Nuying started to walk away, but Long Kun followed her.

She thought she’d lose him once she was out the door, but he stalked her from the exit, across the street, all the way to her apartment.

Was he going to come in?

He came in with her as she shut the door behind him, to her surprise.

She exhaled. “If you’re here to question why I was in a fighting ring, can it wait until tomorrow? I’m tired.” She then dropped to her couch.

Long Kun ignored her and instead went to her kitchen and rummaged through her freezer to find an icepack. He returned, putting it directly over her exposed skin around her rib cage.

She recalled that he watched her take that nasty fall, but she did not think he would care.

“I’m still going to question you,” he said firmly.

Luo Nuying chuckled darkly as she rolled her eyes. She then winced as her ribs hurt really bad, holding the icepack with a forced grip. “Ah yes,” she replied. “Because you don’t trust easy, and you want to make sure your sister is safe.”

“Are you part of the Black society?”

“Only by association,” she replied honestly. “I’m not part of any active operations. I occasionally fight when I’m bored, like tonight. But I don’t do it often, as I can’t afford a shiner on my face. That’s not good for my career, and I quite like my face staying pretty.”

She watched as Long Kun fought an amused smile. He still wore his glasses, but there was something about his messy hair and tired expression that made her want to pull him closer. Her eyes gazed from his face to the dip of his collarbones to his chest. She wondered where his Dragon tattoo was…

Long Kun’s throat bobbed.

Realizing what she was doing, Luo Nuying broke out of her daze and asked, “Are you satisfied with my answer?”

He didn’t give her a response. He only stared and stared, trying to figure her out. Part of him was mistrustful, while the other part of him was yielding to her. Luo Nuying could see to that.

Long Kun then pulled away and walked out of her apartment, abruptly closing the door shut without another word.

Luo Nuying sighed as she fell on her back.

That was close.