"Da... Damocles' Sword? What is that?" Linda asked in confusion.
The bodyguard also scratched his head, looking a bit bothered.
He thought for a moment and then explained to Linda, "It's said to be an ancient Greek mythological story. I'm not quite sure about the details. When I heard them talk about it, they seemed to say something... Oh, right. This story represents restraint, divine punishment, and the rule of divine authority over everything."
Although the bodyguard said he didn't understand much, when explaining, he was very eloquent and didn't seem to want to stop at all.
Linda lost interest in listening after hearing half of it.
The way Jin Hui named it made people feel that he was a bit conceited, arrogant, and exaggerated.
Divine authority? Humph, it's just an underhanded move. It can't even be called divine authority, let alone divine punishment or sanction.
"Okay, shut up. Give it to me!" Linda interrupted the bodyguard's endless chatter and said sullenly.
"Humph, still so stubborn when on the verge of death. You deserve it!"
After scolding a few words, the bodyguard threw the radio into the room and turned away.
Linda sat down on the sofa, turned on the radio, and tuned it to the corresponding channel.
The concert hadn't started yet. The radio station was doing a warm - up interview, which seemed to be from backstage at the concert.
At this moment, all she could think about was that Mu Junze must be okay!
"Forget it. Enjoy this last spree."
Such a voice suddenly appeared in Linda's mind.
Yes, she had done everything she could. If Mu Junze still couldn't escape, it meant that was his fate.
There was nothing more for her to worry about.
Just enjoy the music in the following time!
She closed her eyes and began to listen to the songs intently.
...
Meng Nianchu was sitting at the concert venue.
Since they were VIP couple seats, the seats were arranged in pairs.
Surrounded by the dense crowd, she looked even more alone.
She looked at the standing rock area downstairs. People were bustling around, hugging, taking group photos. Lonely people were taking selfies or having video calls with their friends.
"What am I doing here all by myself?"
She was in a daze for a moment and murmured to herself.
She looked at the empty seat beside her again and sighed helplessly.
She thought to herself: Maybe she should go and apologize to Mu Junze. Maybe she hit him too hard that day, and that's why he was still holding a grudge?
Maybe he really... needed... that. Maybe she should be more magnanimous. After all, she was pregnant and couldn't give him what he wanted for the time being. Maybe...
"You're here."
Just as Meng Nianchu was lost in her inner world, constantly asking questions, a familiar voice rang in her ear.
She was stunned for a moment and quickly turned around to look for the source of the voice.
But the people around her were completely unfamiliar to her.
"God, is it a hallucination?"
Meng Nianchu rubbed her temples. Maybe she was under too much mental stress.
She sat back properly and suddenly found that someone had taken the empty seat beside her.
She tilted her head and was completely stunned.
The person sitting in the seat was none other than Mu Junze.
Meng Nianchu never expected that Mu Junze would appear so suddenly. She thought he wouldn't come.
"You..."
"Don't say anything."
Mu Junze interrupted Meng Nianchu, reached out his hand, pulled her into his arms, and whispered, "No matter what happens later, stay with me and don't run around. Got it?"
When Meng Nianchu was hugged by Mu Junze like this, she suddenly felt as if something that had been tightly stretched suddenly snapped.
She nodded blankly, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.
She had been suppressing her emotions for too long. At this moment, all her emotions burst out, and she buried her face in Mu Junze's arms and cried.
Mu Junze didn't expect Meng Nianchu to react so strongly.
Only then did he realize that he had been so busy with the plan to deal with Jin Hui these days that he had ignored Meng Nianchu's feelings.
Holding the crying Meng Nianchu in his arms, Mu Junze suddenly had an epiphany.
He was no longer alone. He couldn't just work overtime casually and over - draw his life with work.
Now he had Meng Nianchu, and soon there would be a child. He needed to spend more time protecting them.
Thinking like this, the hand that was holding Meng Nianchu gradually tightened.
"Why... Why are you like this?"
Meng Nianchu asked through her sobs.
"This is not the time to explain. I'll explain it clearly to you when I get a chance."
Mu Junze said seriously. It was a dangerous situation now, so it was definitely not the best time to explain. It was better to carry out the plan smoothly first.
Meng Nianchu wasn't the kind of person who would just make unreasonable troubles. She looked up at Mu Junze's face with tear - filled eyes.
His face was clean, tidy, and extremely firm, which was almost completely convincing.
This made her believe that Mu Junze would never lie to her. From what he had just said to her, she could tell that there must be something serious that she didn't know about.
Well, this time, Meng Nianchu chose to take a step back.
"Okay..." She sniffled and nodded, agreeing to Mu Junze.
Seeing her like this, Mu Junze was a bit helpless. He said irritably, "Hey, don't get my clothes dirty!"
Hearing this, Meng Nianchu hugged him even tighter and rubbed against him. She said in a coquettish tone, "No! I like it. Let me hug you for a while longer. I'll buy you a new one later."
Mu Junze didn't want to agree at first. But after pushing her twice without success, he gradually gave up struggling.
It felt quite comfortable to be hugged.
The concert officially started. The lights gradually dimmed, and the sound of the music echoed through the sky.
Needless to say, the stage effects were top - notch. Xingyun Lingsheng Company had invited a world - class team and spared no expense to create this "Lingsheng Double Stars" concert. The on - site effect was simply unparalleled.
After three months of overseas training, Bai Ling and Ju Zisheng's singing skills had also improved significantly, and the on - site effect was almost explosive.
With their successive wonderful performances, the fans screamed continuously and were almost dizzy with excitement.
However, in the unseen dark area, a stagehand put down the walkie - talkie used for on - site communication, took out another one with tape on the back, and said into it, "The plan unfolds! All departments start to act now and wait for instructions at any time!"
After he finished speaking, there was a burst of static on the walkie - talkie, and then came the responses.
"Received!"
"Okay!"
"Understood!"
"Yes!"
He nodded and turned around. It was a familiar face.
"Shen Long, please respond if you receive this!"
He didn't respond to this. Instead, he sneered sinisterly. Against the colorful lights on the scene, he looked like a demon from hell.