Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 592 - 438. Because of You ()

Li Le Wen naturally wouldn’t have imagined that the store where Shi Nian bought things before and the beauty salon she went to later were not voluntarily open for business; instead, Tang Yanqing had arranged it beforehand.

The locals had merchants continuing business under armed protection, but this wasn’t China, nor was it the M Country that Shi Nian was accustomed to, so she couldn’t find the brands she was used to.

But a woman is still a woman, especially when it comes to such extremely personal products; she always trusts the brand she’s used to. It’s as if those she’s never used don’t seem clean enough or safe enough. Moreover, in a war-torn land like this, it’s already good enough to have something to sell, let alone the quality disparity among brands on the shelves.

So despite Shi Nian entering several stores, she indeed couldn’t find what she wanted. She was deliberately buying time, but at the same time, she genuinely couldn’t find what she desired.

But when she walked into that store, her heart quietly started racing.

She saw a familiar brand—it was from China. That old brand might not have had as many gimmicks as those she later used in the M Country, but it was the one she started using even with her first period back then.

Looking at the products on the shelves, not only were there sanitary products, but also several snacks she used to eat and small drinks. There were even pickled vegetables!

Her heart jumped to her throat: it couldn’t just be a coincidence.

She suppressed her emotions, trying to appear calm as she pretended to search around the shelves, but her eyes still glanced towards the shopkeeper at the cashier. Indeed, she saw the person dressed in local attire nodding slightly at her.

Her heart warmed up immensely, and she quickly turned to look outside the door.

Fortunately, Li Le Wen, for security reasons, had only come in to survey the place when she entered, looked at the shopkeeper, and then stood guard outside with his gun without paying too much attention to the specific items scattered among the many goods on the shelves.

Besides, even if he did see them, he might not pay too much attention. After all, he’s a man; he wouldn’t understand these favorites of girls.

After leaving the store, Shi Nianxin was reassured.

There was an extra sense of warmth quietly overflowing.

She said she was going out to buy sanitary products. This was an excuse, but not entirely an excuse: her time was indeed approaching.

However, in this chaotic place, she had prepared otherwise and wouldn’t come out just for this whim, especially since she didn’t believe she could find the brand she was used to... yet unexpectedly, she did.

Holding the bag, she walked distractedly.

Her significant day... This is a private matter for women, but to an intimate man, it’s not hard to know.

Moreover—it was such an old Chinese brand, and it was the brand she used back then. This reasoning indicated that it must be an old acquaintance she met many years ago during her young adulthood.

The gentleman once said he met her when she was 13. That year, she was still young.

She remembered her first period was at 16, and Mom had been somewhat worried back then.

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Next, she saw the beauty salon and couldn’t help but pause.

There’s a reason for a store selling goods; after all, even in conflict zones, people still need daily necessities. But for a beauty salon to be open at this time was a bit unusual.

Survival matters over appearances in the face of life-threatening situations.

Since this store was so unusually open, it must have been deliberately done along her route back to the hotel.

Coupling it with the little scheming in the grocery store earlier, it wasn’t hard to deduce that the person wanted her to see this salon and enter it.

After she entered, even in such a war-torn area, gentlemen typically don’t go into the room when women are getting beauty treatments. So initially, Li Le Wen came in with his gun, checked the room, ensured there was no danger, and waited in the lobby; then... that person appeared.

Tang Yanqing.

He carefully checked her bulletproof vest, silently slipping compact weapons into inconspicuous areas on her body. There was a palm-sized mini-gun, surveillance equipment, and even two grenade-like items.

When she saw that, her expression couldn’t help but turn solemn.

Grenades... In her mind, these were the last resort for perishing together with enemies.

Thinking she might perish with the enemy as well, her heart ached uncontrollably. But not for herself, for Jieyou.

He looked at her and couldn’t help but smile helplessly: "You’re overthinking it. These aren’t grenades; they’re smoke bombs and tear gas."

"Even at the last moment, you can still escape using smoke and tear gas; why do you only think about perishing together?"

She finally exhaled deeply, swallowing back the tears in her eyes. Feeling embarrassed, she quickly wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

His gaze was so intense it almost felt like she was in a sauna.

He averted his eyes, helping her organize the bulletproof vest and hidden items, draping her in local men’s robes and headscarves, and didn’t forget to stick thick eyebrows and a dense beard on her. Then, he said evenly, "Go on, I won’t let anything happen to you and the child."

What he hadn’t told her was there were grenades, but he wouldn’t give them to her, only carrying them himself.

If the situation truly reached its direst point, if perishing together was the only way to ensure their escape, that task was his, not hers.

Everything in place, a signal came from outside, confirming Li Le Wen had left.

Shi Nian suddenly grew nervous, whispering anxiously, "The gun, I don’t know how to use it, what should I do?"

Sure, she could fire randomly, but what if she accidentally injured an ally, especially a child, then what?

He pressed her hand, one fingertip at a time, making her cold, tense fingers hold the gun steadily again.

"You will." His eyes deep, watching her calmly and steadily: "You definitely will. Don’t forget, you’re a police officer’s daughter. From childhood to adulthood, you’ve certainly seen your father’s sidearm many times, and have seen him fire it. Those scenes are etched in your mind; you just need to follow them to aim and pull the trigger."

Shi Nian paused slightly, then quietly felt warmth welling up inside.

He wasn’t wrong; she was a police officer’s daughter, and she had seen Dad’s sidearm and seen him shoot.

Back then, gun control in China wasn’t as strict yet, so Dad had the chance to bring his sidearm home from work. Curious neighborhood boys and family friends often looked at that gun with reverence.

And neighborhood kids loved playing with air guns and powder guns back then. Out of admiration for Dad, they’d sometimes invite him to show his skills, aiming at targets like soda cans and beer bottles. Even though Dad always scolded those boys, warning them not to play recklessly with guns, he’d always take those performances seriously.

Shi Nian began to smile. He was right; every detail of those scenes with Dad was etched deeply in her memory, clear and distinct.

Seeing her smile, Tang Yanqing also smiled, gently hugging her and softly saying: "Go on."

She glanced back at him, their eyes meeting momentarily, her heart surging.

Quickly bowing her head, she opened the door, followed the shopkeeper to a hidden back door, and quietly slipped out.

Trailing far behind Li Le Wen.

This war-torn kingdom, the night was particularly dark, the roads without streetlights, only lit by the light from rarely open shop windows and headlights from various militant vehicles parked along the roads. In such lighting, it wasn’t easy to discern faces, allowing her luckily not to be discovered by Li Le Wen as she tailed.

During the pursuit, she constantly reminded herself of Tang Yanqing’s words and searched her mind for Dad’s image.

She imagined herself as Dad, immersing in Dad’s on-duty scenes he had shared with her, miraculously forgetting her inexperience and clumsiness in this area, becoming calm and exceptionally agile instead.

Successfully trailing Li Le Wen to that dilapidated building, she quietly realized: Tang Yanqing’s words weren’t some mirage of encouragement but solid psychological suggestion.

Everyone has potential, hidden even from themselves. If someone can guide you properly, that potential can be tapped and unleashed.

Coolly observing the dilapidated building’s landscape, she noticed that all around, the walls were bombed to ruins. Being ruins, the enemy hadn’t taken extra precautions there. Determined, she quietly scaled the wall.

Walls have ears, easily done with the right tools. Although sophisticated listening devices weren’t locally available, Tang Yanqing had given her a stethoscope at the beauty salon. She pressed it against the wall, listening intently.

The equipment was somewhat primitive, but she didn’t care about what they were saying; she only needed to seek the little girl’s voice among the diverse pitch of sound waves.