The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife-Chapter 509 - 512. Fu Hengyi, fire the gun (3 more)

Derek held a small telescope in his hand, trying to get a better look at the man on the opposite side, but Charles had already shielded the man behind him.

"Derek, you’ve seen the person; now it’s your turn to release someone," Charles said angrily.

"Fine, I’ll release one first. Then you let my father go, and once we’ve safely left here, I’ll release the other one," Derek proposed.

"No way, we agreed to release them together," Charles said angrily.

"It’s either my way or I take these two people back with me, and we can negotiate again," Derek said firmly.

"Agree to his terms," Fu Hengyi commanded coldly.

"Alright, I agree," Charles shouted, pushing the man pretending to be Joseph towards Derek. Derek pushed Shen Qinglan, "You go."

Shen Qinglan remained still and looked toward Queen Adele, "Let the Queen go first."

At those words, Queen Adele looked at Shen Qinglan with tears of gratitude in her eyes. She had never imagined that Shen Qinglan would repeatedly help her and even give her the chance to live, knowing that the hostage left with Derek was in more danger.

Letting the Queen go first was not out of Shen Qinglan’s nobility or fearlessness in the face of death, but because she knew she had a better chance of escaping from Derek than the latter did. Moreover, if she was not mistaken, there must be members of the Sharp Blade Unit secretly present. Her tacit understanding with Fu Hengyi was also far beyond that of ordinary people; with her cooperation, they might even be able to capture Derek today.

This was the understanding reached between Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi in the brief moment their eyes met earlier, which is why Fu Hengyi’s expression remained calm when Shen Qinglan suggested letting the Queen go first.

The Queen slowly moved forward, and the man on the opposite side began to walk towards them. When the two met in the middle, Derek’s expression changed instantly, "He’s not my father."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and fired a shot at the Queen’s leg. Shen Qinglan, seeing this, kicked Derek’s wrist. The gun fell to the ground, and the already fired bullet veered off course, shooting towards another side.

The man pretending to be Joseph quickly embraced the Queen and rolled to the ground with her, lying flat to avoid being hit by gunfire from others. Chosen from the royal Guard Team of the G country, his mission was naturally to ensure the safety of the Queen.

Upon hearing the gunshot, members of the Sharp Blade Unit hidden in the shadows immediately pounced on several of Derek’s snipers. They had to be dealt with first before the rest could engage in a fight safely. Fu Hengyi was confident in his former comrades.

Shen Qinglan grabbed the opponent’s gun and quickly took down the nearest few people. She wanted to deal with Derek, but his agile movements made it difficult to catch him at the moment.

Fu Hengyi was sprinting towards the direction from which Shen Qinglan came, coming to her aid.

"Everyone, stop!" Derek shouted loudly, pressing a handgun to the back of Shen Qinglan’s head. "Miss Shen, put down your gun."

Shen Qinglan paused for a moment before casually tossing the gun aside, her movements crisp and without the slightest hesitation.

Derek laughed coldly, "I really underestimated Miss Shen. Apart from being a painter, you are also a sharpshooter." In just a few seconds, she had killed several of his men, each shot hitting a vital spot. Such skillfulness justified the term sharpshooter.

By now, Derek knew he had been deceived. The Queen was already protected by Charles’s men, and he was left with only Shen Qinglan as a hostage.

Hearing Derek’s words, Shen Qinglan appeared indifferent, her expression cold as if she wasn’t aware that her life was in someone else’s hands, and that a slight pull of Derek’s trigger could send her to the grave.

"Miss Shen, I once promised someone I wouldn’t harm you as long as my father was safe. Now it seems highly likely that my father is already dead, and the Queen has been released by you. So tell me, what should I do with you?" Derek’s voice was soft, even gentle, but the coldness in his words was palpable.

"Who is that person?" Shen Qinglan asked indifferently.

Derek chuckled, "Miss Shen, shouldn’t you be concerned about your own life right now? How do you still have the leisure to care about who that person is? Aren’t you afraid of dying?"

"Everyone fears death, but I’m certain that you won’t kill me right now," she said confidently.

"Oh? And why do you think that? The royal family of Country G killed my father. You are a guest invited by the royal family of Country G. If you die, they will face many troubles from Country Z, and I can also be said to have avenged my father," Derek said, disregarding the military forces of Country G that surrounded them. These people had suddenly emerged after the first gunshot, which showed that the royal family of Country G was also prepared.

"Because you need to use me to escape. If I’m dead, you’ll have to die alongside me today."

"Miss Shen, you really are a smart person," Derek said, his hand gripping the gun without any slack, the muzzle pressed tightly against the back of Shen Qinglan’s head, ready to pull the trigger at the slightest movement.

Fu Hengyi watched Derek coldly, not daring to make any rash moves.

"That man, he must be quite important to you, right? He’s been watching you since just now," Derek motioned with his mouth.

Shen Qinglan exchanged a glance with Fu Hengyi, signaling that she was alright, "Derek, you’re not getting away today," she said, taking a quick survey of the surrounding Country G military forces around them.

"It’s fine. With you in my hands, they’ll have to let me go," Derek said with certainty.

Shen Qinglan had considerable prestige in Country Z. The royal family of Country G could not neglect her. Even for the sake of Shen Qinglan’s safety, they would let him go today.

"Derek, release Miss Shen," Charles commanded after securing the Queen’s safety.

Derek ignored him. He looked up at his surroundings and, not spotting any of his own snipers, understood that they must have been taken out by the opposition. He had underestimated them.

Derek stood behind Shen Qinglan, facing the military troops of Country G. If the troops opened fire, Shen Qinglan would become Derek’s shield, blocking all the bullets for him. Therefore, at this moment, they too dared not act recklessly.

"Release her, Derek, and I’ll let you go," Fu Hengyi said in a deep voice.

"And who are you? Why should I trust you?" Derek had never seen Fu Hengyi and naturally did not know his identity.

"You don’t need to know who I am. You just need to know that I can make the decision," Derek looked towards Charles, and Charles nodded, "If you release Miss Shen, we will let you go."

Although they were reluctant to let Derek go just like that, Shen Qinglan was more important. Shen Qinglan was a distinguished guest on her visit to Country G. If something happened to her on Country G’s soil, it could impact the hard-won diplomatic relations between the two countries.

"Fine. Once I’m safe, I’ll release her," Derek thought of Su Qing. He had promised Su Qing not to harm Shen Qinglan’s life, but now he needed to use Shen Qinglan to ensure his own safety, "Miss Shen, I’m afraid you’ll have to accompany me a little longer."

Shen Qinglan cooperated and walked with Derek toward their vehicle. However, after only a few steps, a gunshot rang out in Derek’s direction from nowhere. Derek’s figure flashed; the bullet didn’t hit him but struck the person behind him instead, who immediately fell to the ground.

The incident happened so suddenly that no one knew who had fired the shot. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the man posing as Joseph holding a gun, the muzzle still emitting white smoke, clearly indicating that he was the one who had fired the shot.

"Parker, what are you doing?" Charles exclaimed angrily.

"We can’t let him leave," Parker said. If Derek couldn’t be detained today, once he left, they would face insane retaliation, and more people would die. They had experienced Derek’s bloodthirsty cruelty firsthand, after all, the man had been blacklisted by the leaders of world terrorist organizations since he was ten.

"But Miss Shen is in his hands, and she is an honored guest of our country. We must ensure her safety," Charles roared. Ensuring Shen Qinglan’s safety was the top priority now; as for Derek, there would be other opportunities to bring him to justice.

Parker, however, didn’t see it that way. Losing such an opportunity now would mean paying a much higher price to deal with Derek later.

"Miss Shen, it seems some people don’t care about your life," Derek chuckled lightly, his eyes on Parker filled with anger and a chill.

Shen Qinglan’s expression was indifferent, showing no particular reaction even after hearing these words.

Fury flashed in Fu Hengyi’s eyes as he snatched the gun from Parker’s hand, "You can go, just release my wife."

Derek raised an eyebrow, looking over Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi, "Miss Shen, so that man is your husband."

Shen Qinglan remained silent. Derek’s gaze towards Fu Hengyi was enigmatic.

"They can’t leave," Parker stated, only to be met by Fu Hengyi’s eyes, cold as millennia-old ice from a glacier.

For Fu Hengyi, nothing was more important than Shen Qinglan’s safety. If Parker continued to impede, the gun in his hand might just end up pointing at Parker’s head.

Parker’s body stiffened slightly under Fu Hengyi’s chilling stare, his eyes flickering involuntarily.

"Let them go," Charles stated.

"No," Parker burst out, his eyes reflecting an unyielding and fierce intent.

Shen Qinglan was looking at Fu Hengyi, and he was looking back at her, their eyes conveying a depth of understanding only they could comprehend.

Fu Hengyi: Do you trust me?

Shen Qinglan: I trust you.

"Fu Hengyi, fire," Shen Qinglan said dispassionately. She stood in front of Derek, practically his human shield, with Derek’s other hand tightly gripping her throat.

Fu Hengyi appeared indifferent, his emotions unreadable, but his grip on the gun tightened. The gun was aimed at Derek’s head. If he fired, the bullet could very likely hit Shen Qinglan’s head.

"Shen Qinglan, have you gone mad?" Derek growled lowly at the thought of her own husband shooting at her.

Shen Qinglan hadn’t intended to let Derek leave alive today to begin with. Her earlier facade of cooperation was simply to find an opportunity to take him down—after all, to catch the bandits, first catch the king. She hadn’t anticipated Parker’s impatience throwing her plan into disarray.

"Fu Hengyi, fire," Shen Qinglan said again, her eyes resolute.

With a fierce look in his eyes, Derek struck Shen Qinglan hard on the head with the butt of his gun, "Stop talking nonsense, or I’ll be less than courteous."

Seeing this, Fu Hengyi’s eyes turned cold.

Boom, the bullet pierced the air, heading straight for Shen Qinglan.

In the blink of an eye, a metal nail suddenly appeared in Shen Qinglan’s palm, and she viciously jabbed it into the hand Derek had clutched around her neck. The nail penetrated flesh, and Derek released his grip in a reflex of pain.

Shen Qinglan ducked her body. The bullet grazed over the top of her head and penetrated Derek’s chest and neck, leaving a dark, bloody hole. Blood spurted out instantly, splattering Shen Qinglan.

Derek never expected that Fu Hengyi would actually dare to fire, nor that Shen Qinglan’s reaction would be so swift. His eyes were wide with disbelief; he pressed his palm, pierced by the nail, against his neck wound and slowly collapsed to the ground, his eyes open even in death.

Seeing Derek’s end, Shen Qinglan quickly seized the gun from his hand with lightning speed and fired several shots in rapid succession. Several of Derek’s men immediately fell. Fu Hengyi responded incredibly quickly, coordinating his actions with Shen Qinglan’s.

Upon witnessing this, Charles immediately ordered others to join the fight. With Derek dead, the enemy’s will to fight had already been halved. With the royal forces of Country G overwhelming in numbers, they quickly annihilated the group, leaving no survivors. Relief flickered in Parker’s eyes as he looked upon Derek’s corpse.

"Miss Shen, are you alright?" Queen Adele hurried over, gripping Shen Qinglan’s hand with a face full of concern. The ordeal had been terrifying; her heart had leapt to her throat as she watched from behind.

Shen Qinglan smiled faintly, "I’m fine." She wasn’t even injured; the blood on her body belonged to others. Fu Hengyi gazed steadily at Shen Qinglan, who looked back at him. They shared a smile, their eyes filled with deep affection they reserved only for each other.

This visit had turned into such a significant incident that naturally, the itinerary could not continue. After Shen Qinglan was out of danger, everyone planned to return to their country. Country G expressed its apologies to Country Z, but none of this required Shen Qinglan’s concern. Others would handle it.

At the airport, Queen Adele held Shen Qinglan’s hand, reluctant to let go, "Miss Shen, are you sure you don’t want to stay a few more days for me to show my hospitality?"

Shen Qinglan smiled lightly, "Your Majesty, I need to return now, my son is waiting for me at home. I’ll definitely come back if I have the chance."

"Then it’s a promise. Next time, if you have the opportunity, you must come again, and I will host you properly."

"Agreed."

Before leaving, Fu Hengyi said to Charles, "When you eliminate all other possibilities, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth." His words carried a profound meaning, leaving Charles deep in thought.

Fu Hengyi said no more; he could only offer this much of a warning. The rest was not his concern.

This time, it could be said that Shen Qinglan had single-handedly saved Queen Adele. The queen was extremely grateful to Shen Qinglan. Because of her presence, the diplomatic relations between the two countries were not only unaffected but had even grown tighter. Moreover, Shen Qinglan had also volunteered to be a hostage for the First Lady, earning the First Lady’s gratitude and friendship. As a result, Shen Qinglan had unwittingly become the biggest winner of this trip to Country G.

With Shen Qinglan safely returning home, Fu Hengyi was naturally relieved.

On the way back, Houzi curiously asked Fu Hengyi, "Captain, how could you dare to shoot at your sister-in-law? Weren’t you afraid she wouldn’t react in time and the bullet would actually hit her?" Houzi had seen this scene from hiding, and it had scared him to the point his hands shook. Even now, remembering it sent a chill down his spine.

Fu Hengyi looked toward Shen Qinglan, who smiled faintly and said, "I trust him, and he trusts me." Their success was founded on mutual trust.

After returning to Beijing, Shen Qinglan’s life once again resumed its tranquility. However, amid this calm, people noticed something different—the First Lady became quite close to Shen Qinglan, often inviting her to her home, with Shen Qinglan occasionally bringing Anan along.

To some, this seemed inconsequential, but to others, its significance was quite profound. The Fu Family’s position was already stable. Now, with Shen Qinglan in favor with the First Lady, the family’s status was even more unshakable.

Shen Qinglan was unaware of, and had no interest in, the outside world’s speculations. Since returning from Country G, aside from taking Anan to and from school, she hardly ever left the house. She would either paint in her studio or enjoy leisurely activities with the two elders, playing chess and drinking tea, living a tranquil and peaceful life.