Forty-five: My sister-in-law is even tougher than Tarzan.

So late at night—where could he have gone?!

Su Wan, terrified, dropped the spicy chicken and rushed outside.

No matter where she looked throughout the neighborhood, there was no sign of Jiang Mochen. Su Wan could only hop onto her bicycle and return to the village to find him.

But apart from the courtyard she’d used as her workshop, she had no idea where else he might go.

Pedaling her bike back to the courtyard, she opened the gate—the place was exactly as she’d left it.

There was no trace of him inside the house either.

Utterly lost, Su Wan wandered over to the fields where he’d worked before, but found nothing.

Night was slowly falling.

Walking alone beneath the leafy path, Su Wan finally realized she didn’t know Jiang Mochen at all.

She had no idea what he liked to eat, what his hobbies were, what size clothes or shoes he wore. The suit she’d bought for him was too small—he’d never worn it.

On their wedding day, he’d donned the same old Zhongshan suit he’d worn before.

But Jiang Mochen knew her sizes, the brands of skincare, shower gel, and hand cream she used.

She’d never told him—he’d simply observed, quietly.

Su Wan began to ponder why Jiang Mochen had acted so strangely today.

Had he encountered some difficulty and wanted her help?

Was he being watched by someone again?

The more she thought, the more anxious she became.

Just as she was about to call the police, she suddenly realized two men were sneaking behind her.

Her heart skipped a beat; she spun around and ran.

The two men quickly gave chase.

Su Wan snatched a stone from the ground and hurled it at them.

Her aim was exact—the stone struck one man squarely on the head.

He staggered, blood spurting instantly.

Seeing escape was impossible, Su Wan decided to bluff, hefting another stone and glaring at the second man with a cold, menacing look.

The other hesitated, frightened, not daring to move closer.

Both sides were locked in a stalemate.

When the injured man finally recovered, he saw his companion hadn’t helped—fury driving him to slap the other hard—then lunged at Su Wan again.

Her legs trembling, Su Wan gripped the stone tightly and threw it once more.

By some strange luck, the stone struck the man’s head again with uncanny precision.

This time, he couldn’t withstand it and collapsed straight to the ground.

Delighted, Su Wan hurled the stone at the remaining man.

He spun to flee, but the stone seemed to have eyes, trailing him and landing perfectly on the back of his head.

—

“Wow, am I really this incredible?!” Su Wan was in shock.

[What are you thinking? With your lazy, food-loving body, how could you possibly throw such a heavy stone?] The system’s cold, mechanical voice sounded in her mind.

[I’ve granted you the ability to throw shot puts with perfect accuracy—aren’t you going to thank me?]

Su Wan quickly bowed in thanks.

At the same time, she realized something significant.

From the very beginning, the system seemed unusually focused on her safety.

And back then, it wasn’t as articulate—it was like a mindless machine.

Could it be that the system upgraded as tasks progressed?

If she died, the system would be affected too.

Understanding this, Su Wan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This might be the key to completing her mission.

Both men were unconscious now, and Su Wan wasn’t foolish enough to stand her ground against two grown men.

It wasn’t a peaceful era—who knew if their companions were nearby.

Without hesitation, Su Wan ran toward the village.

She needed to get on her bike and call the police to find Jiang Mochen.

After Su Wan had fled, a group of people suddenly emerged from the cornfield.

They hurriedly checked on the two injured men.

Two carried the wounded to the hospital.

A thin, stooped young man with a bitter expression approached a tall man.

“Boss, why didn’t you tell us the sister-in-law was so fierce?”

“This is just…just…” The young man, face twisted in distress, didn’t dare voice his thoughts, muttering under his breath, “Even Tarzan might not be able to throw that far.”

In the moonlight, the man stood tall, with handsome features—it was Jiang Mochen.

His gaze was dark and complex, emotions surging in his eyes as he pondered silently.

—

Back to Su Wan.

She returned to the courtyard, mounted her bicycle, and prepared to ride to town.

Just as she locked the gate, a tall figure suddenly wrapped her in a tight embrace from behind.

Startled, she cried out, lifting her foot to stomp on the intruder’s foot.

At that tense moment, a familiar voice sounded above her. “Where are you going?”

Su Wan’s kicking motion halted. She turned, bewildered. “Jiang Mochen?”

The man behind her said nothing, only hugging her tighter.

Su Wan forcefully pried his hands from her body and spun around.

—

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Mochen’s heart thundered in his chest.

Thoughts raced through his mind.

What was Su Wan about to do?

Was she going to hit him? Would he never be able to touch her again?

He clenched his fists unconsciously, inwardly determined: No, this can’t happen.

But Su Wan merely glanced at him, then threw herself into his arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, resting her head against his solid chest.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that today.”

“Are you angry? Is that why you wouldn’t see me?”

“I’ve been searching for you for ages—why didn’t you come home?”

“I didn’t even know where to find you.”

She truly had run herself ragged today; her legs trembled, her hands were weak, and her voice quivered.

Jiang Mochen was stunned. He couldn’t believe Su Wan had ridden her bike back and forth, just to look for him.

But he had been following her all along!

This realization filled Jiang Mochen with joy—never in his life had anyone been so anxious about him.

He hesitantly reached out to embrace her.

The person in his arms was soft and fragrant—he could lift her with one hand.

Was she his now?

Jiang Mochen thought, slowly raising his hand to lift Su Wan’s chin.

Tears glistened in her eyes as she gazed at him, thinking he was about to finish the conversation from earlier.

But, as if compelled by fate, Jiang Mochen bent down and pressed his lips to hers.

The sensation was moist and tender, stirring an irresistible desire to taste more.

He held her waist, kissing her with unwavering focus.

Their tongues danced, chasing and teasing each other, the heated kiss threatening to ignite their bodies.

His breath grew heavy, sweat dripping onto her collarbone.

Su Wan’s hands gently caressed his back; their heartbeats seemed to merge.

Jiang Mochen could no longer restrain himself—he recalled the morning after their wedding, when Su Wan clung to his neck, her eyes red and breathless, offering herself to him.

“We…”