The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 483: What Are We?

Wushuang’s left arm was broken and hadn’t fully healed. Since she had been in a coma for over twenty days, her recovery was not as fast as Kaka’s, and her body was still uncomfortable. Kaka held her tenderly, being careful not to press on her wounds.

She was finally awake.

After so many days of desperate waiting, he finally had her awake. Kaka gently stroked her back. The scars were evident; he could still feel the bandage underneath. That single bullet had nearly taken her life.

The wounds on her head were superficial and healed quickly. Thanks to the excellent medicine of the First Terror Organization, the external injuries on Wushuang’s head had nearly vanished. Being under her hair, they were even less visible. Only one scar on her forehead was quite obvious and hadn’t faded yet.

Regardless, she was awake.

He thanked God for bringing her back into his arms.

Wushuang patted Kaka’s shoulder. He held her stubbornly, not letting go. She smiled inwardly. Who said he was always calm and composed? He also had moments of childishness like this. "I’m very uncomfortable with you holding me like this."

Forced to speak, Wushuang voiced her discomfort. She genuinely wasn’t comfortable, and she also wanted to check her injuries. Her whole body felt unwell.

The wound on her back was still faintly painful, and the spot where her arm was broken also hurt. Her entire body protested. She had slept for so many days, yet her injuries were still so severe. It was truly a miracle she had survived this time.

Kaka heard her say she was uncomfortable and hastily released her, asking anxiously, "Where are you uncomfortable? Tell me. I’ll find a doctor."

"Wait until daylight. Turn on the light," Wushuang said. Kaka nodded and went to turn on the light. She looked at his face and smiled slightly. "You’ve lost a lot of weight."

"Still joking? I’ll settle the score with you once you’re completely well." Kaka looked at her, pretending to be angry. Wushuang picked up a small mirror nearby and looked at her face, unconcerned with what Kaka was saying. "I’m disfigured..."

The scar on her forehead was very noticeable and still purplish-blue. Kaka smiled. "Your life was almost gone, and the first thing you worry about when you wake up is your face?"

Wushuang gave him a dismissive look, saying nonchalantly, "Since you are safe and sound, what should I worry about besides my face?"

Kaka paused. Sometimes Wushuang’s words were truly... painful. She always made him ache for her casually. He had always ignored this feeling, but after the incident at Devil’s Castle, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t ignore it.

What exactly were they to each other?

Wushuang could risk her life for him, and he could throw caution to the wind for her, abandoning the First Terror Organization and all responsibility. Yet, why were they always so intimate, but also so distant?

He didn’t know whose fault it was.

But he felt sure that most of the fault lay with him. His parents had taught him since childhood that if a conflict arose between a man and a woman, the woman was definitely not wrong; the fault must lie with the man. Kaka thought he was indeed terribly wrong.

Wushuang didn’t care what he was thinking at the moment. She was preoccupied with her face. Could a scar of this magnitude be completely removed? The First Terror Organization had a lot of strange ointments. "Kaka, Kaka, come here. I don’t want to see this scar. Find a solution."

Seeing this scar annoyed her. Her beautiful face...

"Once your body is better, we’ll use scar removal cream. It should be removable."

"What if it can’t be removed?" Queen Wushuang was a little worried. Kaka said, "You don’t show your true face much throughout the year. If it can’t be removed, so be it. A scar won’t matter. You’ll be a great beauty wherever you go."

"Get lost!" Wushuang glared at him, putting down the small mirror. She wouldn’t look at it anymore. Scars only made her fret.

Her broken arm wasn’t healed, and the gunshot wound wasn’t healed. Her stealing of the Heart of the Sea this time came at a huge cost, but it was worth it.

"Where is the Heart of the Sea?" Wushuang asked. She always wore it, afraid of losing it, but when she touched her chest, it wasn’t there. She asked Kaka. Kaka retrieved a small box from the nearby cabinet. The Heart of the Sea lay inside.

This was the Heart of the Sea Wushuang had risked her life to obtain. He admitted it was truly beautiful. Little Hǎilán had once gesticulated to him about how beautiful the Heart of the Sea was. The little girl had proudly said that because she was pretty, the necklace named after her was also exceptionally beautiful, completely reversing the logic.

Hǎilán left them when she was thirteen. In their memories, little Hǎilán never grew up. They, however, continued to grow. In their recollections, Hǎilán was always thirteen years old.

*A child...*

If Hǎilán hadn’t met with an accident back then, she probably would have easily stolen this necklace, and Wushuang wouldn’t have had to suffer like this.

Kaka frowned, his emotions fluctuating wildly.

How could he forget that she was injured because of him? If she hadn’t jumped in front of him, he would have been the one shot, and he would have been the one to fall. Kaka still remembered Wushuang saying there was something she wanted to tell him while she was on his back.

A sudden pang of sorrow hit him. Wushuang must have thought she wouldn’t survive then.

She must have thought she wouldn’t make it, which was why she wanted to say those words. But why did she stop herself?

"Hey, why are you spacing out?" Wushuang waved her hand in front of his eyes, smiling as she asked, "Seeing it makes you think of Hǎilán?"

"No!" Kaka refuted. He was thinking of her.

"If you are, just admit it. I won’t laugh at you. Here." Wushuang handed him the necklace. "You can play with it for a month. It’s meant for Fēi Mò later."

She didn’t know if this necklace could break the Dragon family’s curse or help Yè Fēi Mò. If it could, that was best. If it couldn’t, she would give the necklace to Kaka. It seemed that women who wore the Heart of the Sea never had a good ending, but men who owned it remained safe and sound.

Before she stole the necklace, its owner was a man.

Kaka narrowed his eyes. "What should I do with it?"

"You can do whatever you want with it," Wushuang replied.

Kaka looked down at the Heart of the Sea. Something seemed to be swimming faintly within the gem, making it look particularly lively. It was truly beautiful, but Kaka said, "I think the ’Wushuang’ necklace in Ghost Face’s hand is better looking."

"Ghost Face is still here?" Wushuang asked in surprise. The headquarters of the First Terror Organization wasn’t a place anyone could enter. If Ghost Face was still here after all these days of her being in a coma, it was incredible.

Kaka nodded. "He said he would leave after you woke up. Did you two know each other before?"

"No."

Kaka’s face darkened, practically dripping with gloom. *No.* A simple *no*. His expression was so rarely sinister that Wushuang was quite surprised and couldn’t help but admire it. Kaka felt thwarted, and Wushuang couldn’t help but laugh.

"You don’t know him, yet you told him to go first? If you had gone up first, not worrying about him, you wouldn’t have been injured at all." He had arrived in time to save her. The timing was calculated perfectly, but he calculated the time, not her actions.

He didn’t know there was someone else beside her, and that’s where he made the mistake.

Wushuang always operated alone.

"That’s not my fault. I only saw Ghost Face after I went in. He’s actually a decent guy. He risked everything for his girlfriend and also saved my life. The gunshot wound on his shoulder was caused by my mistake. How could I abandon him? Even though we only knew each other for a few hours, he’s someone you can really trust. Since I could save him, of course, I would." Wushuang said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She wasn’t a saint. After so many years, she had long lost any excessive compassion for life. She saved Ghost Face simply because they had a connection.

He had been so devoted after his girlfriend’s death years ago. That was truly manly. A man who was deeply in love always moved her, especially Wushuang, who longed for love she couldn’t have.

Kaka pursed his lips. He didn’t want to see her save a stranger and injure herself.

However, the matter was past. Fortunately, everyone was okay. If anything serious had happened, he was afraid of what he might have done.

"Any news from the Duke?" Wushuang asked.

After so many days, the news should have spread.

"You rest. I will handle these matters. Why are you worrying?" Kaka said. He didn’t want her to fret over this. To be honest, it was quite troublesome, as the aerial battle above the castle had caused a huge sensation.

Satellites had captured the whole scene. It was possible to clearly see who was involved. He had ordered all the data to be destroyed to prevent it from falling into the hands of the London Intelligence Agency. But somehow, the data still leaked.

The satellite images were all forwarded to the London Intelligence Agency. The official government was fully aware of the fighter jet models and their power. With such a major incident occurring on London’s territory, normally the government would have already contacted the First Terror Organization for investigation.

However, this time there was no movement.

The people at the London Intelligence Agency weren’t fools; they were smart. They could easily guess that the First Terror Organization was responsible. Perhaps they were wondering if the organization was planning some larger action.

The First Terror Organization and the London government had always coexisted peacefully. They cooperated happily.

They shared the profits. If the London government wanted someone taken out, all they had to do was ask. Both the criminal and official sides cooperated well and had never had a conflict. Furthermore, given Yè Níngyuăn and Xǔ Xīng’s relationship, both sides had maintained a peaceful coexistence.

This time, he didn’t know if it would cause trouble.

But no matter how much trouble Wushuang caused him, he was confident he could handle it without mistakes.

The air battle in London caused a sensation across Europe. The impact on North America was minimal, but the European political landscape clearly began to tense up. The First Terror Organization had always acted as it pleased. Governments preferred to coexist peacefully with them, as the First Terror Organization could provide them with desired profits and benefits. Whether for elections, public opinion, or the economy, they were very helpful. No one wanted to offend them.

Their brazen dominance was long established. They had once bombed the Mafia headquarters. Chǔ Lí had once sent over a dozen bombers to circle above Country R for his wife, threatening to wipe out the entire country. The First Terror Organization and the Middle East were practically at war every year. They had even engaged the Mexican government army and caused chaos in the United States.

Yè Níngyuăn once smiled and said that starting a war was just to test the performance of new weaponry. Fortunately, every test had satisfied him, and the First Terror Organization always emerged victorious.

This time, with the air battle in London, European military newspapers delicately suggested whether they were once again testing the performance of fighter jets, which was why Devil’s Castle was bombed.

Other current affairs newspapers speculated that the First Terror Organization was unhappy with the UK government’s policy on arms smuggling a few months ago and launched the attack as a warning. Many people agreed with this speculation.

Yè Níngyuăn read the newspaper in City A and also found the reasoning highly plausible. If one didn’t know the inside story, most people would think so.

Kaka probably didn’t intend for the scale to be so large. He just wanted to fly over and take Wushuang away. Who knew that the Duke was so protective of his treasure that he sent fighter jets, and more than one? This put Kaka and Wushuang in danger again, leading to the situation escalating.

Afterward, it was possible to calm the situation, but the Heart of the Sea and Wushuang were gone, Devil’s Castle was bombed, most of the guards were destroyed, and the Duke was furious. He ordered the Intelligence Agency to investigate the matter and used the media to blow the incident up.

In Europe, the situation was turbulent.

The First Terror Organization always fought and clashed with the Middle East. This time, the focus was on Europe. Everyone was secretly afraid; no one wanted to trigger a world war.

Kaka knew the situation was severe. He intended to defuse it, but the Duke held a grudge. The entire Left House of the British Parliament was under the Duke’s control, creating an irresolvable conflict. Kaka had been handling the matter discreetly during this time.

If a war had to break out, he wasn’t afraid, but it was unnecessary.

Although Wushuang had just woken up, her mind was clear. She knew what was happening. "The trouble I caused, Big Brother and Xiǎobái will handle. Just leave it aside. If you make a move, the European situation will become chaotic, which is bad for you, for us, and for the whole world."

"Why can’t I manage you?" Kaka asked, crossing his arms.

Wushuang lowered her head. That was a good question. But Kaka, on what grounds do you have the right to manage me?

"Go on, tell me," Kaka pressed. Wushuang looked at him, frowning. "Do you want to argue with me?"

"I think we need to have an argument," Kaka said with a smile. He was gentle like a prince, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes, making him look very cold. Wushuang was also angry and blurted out, "I belong to the Mafia. If anyone manages me, it’s the Mafia, not you."

"Say that one more time!"

Wushuang stated bluntly, "Say it as many times as you like, it’s the truth. I am Mò Jué’s daughter, Mò Xiǎobái’s sister, a member of the Mafia. If I cause trouble that I can’t handle, my father and my brother will handle it."

*In what capacity would you handle it?*

Especially something so major.

Kaka was enraged. She could feel it. In all the years they had known each other, this was the first time he looked at her with such terrifying eyes. That gaze held a hint of disappointment, and an even colder sharpness. Everyone who knew Kaka knew he was an elegant, polite gentleman with excellent self-control. His composure was second to none. He rarely ever got angry, always greeting people with a smile. Someone who could genuinely anger him was almost nonexistent.

Today I have to be a bridesmaid for a good friend. It’s minus two degrees Celsius in Suzhou. I’m already freezing into a popsicle today, not to mention tomorrow in a dress. Freezing! Ah, ah, ah! Since I’m working so hard to update, how about a round of applause? Crying bird...