AN: I noticed that I got a lot of reviews for chapter four. I didn't expect so many, but nonetheless, I am grateful . . . Ah, screw the properness. *gets down on knees* Arigato, arigato, arigato, Thank you, thank you, thank you. I am so glad people are enjoying this story! I guess chapter four was one of those rare chapters I have where it was actually funny. But I admit, I kinda liked that chapter too.

Things you should know:

"Someone talking"

Someone's thoughts

~*~*~ Changing to someone else's Point of View (You will be told whose point of view). When I am changing the setting of the story and that doesn't appear, it means it is still the same point of view from the previous setting.

[Author's Notes]

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Clamp but the plot is mine and any new characters are mine

Murdering Angel

Chapter Five

(Syaoran's P.O.V)

I swear she is going to kill me. It's been a week since the newspaper came out, and Kinomoto and I have been going out to places trying to act like a real couple.

As I said before, I swear she is going to kill me.

Of course, I am bugging her about the fact that I saw everything of her female body. But what has been driving her insane was how I was acting all lovey-dovey out in public. I knew she would hate it, so I, of course, started doing it.

But I'm glad she didn't see the true reason for me acting like that. Ever since she told me about Tsuchida raping her, I couldn't help the smile that appears on my face when I imagine tearing that bastard up from limb to limb. He didn't deserve to live. If anyone ever wanted a hit man for killing Tsuchida, I'll gladly take the job just so he can be punished for raping Kinomoto.

I didn't want Kinomoto to be awkward around me, to feel vulnerable. I don't like it when she is vulnerable; I'm used to the cold, tough side of her personality because then I know exactly how to react. But if she's vulnerable, how in hell am I suppose to comfort her? I am no good in comforting people. That's the main reason why I bug Kinomoto, so she would always act cold towards me.

And if she is cold towards me, then I can tease her about her body without holding back.

I blink my eyes as I stare at the papers on my bed. They are, of course, the John Doe papers. I am edging that this killer is male, because he seems to get closer to the ladies in order to strangle them. I have also concluded that this killer was definitely someone in some type of law enforcement, because this killer cleaned up so well. He seems to know exactly what we are going to be looking for, and he makes sure we won't be able to find any clues. I am surprised that Kinomoto hasn't reached these conclusions. I'm pretty sure she is confident that the killer is a man, via her distrust in men, but I doubt she thinks this killer is in law enforcement. I have been on this case for a month, and have already reached these conclusions based on evidence. She has been working on this case for about three months, and I am sure the only conclusion she reached was that this person has a habit for order.

Should I tell her my conclusions?

I debate for a minute . . . and then shrug.

If she ever starts telling me things, then maybe I'll tell her. I then frown. But she did tell me things . . . she told me about Tsuchida.

Then guilt washed over. Damn it, I know most about what happened to her, yet I didn't tell shit about my past except about by family . . . but I didn't because it hurts.

But telling me about Tsuchida must have hurt . . .

I hate it when random thoughts start popping into my head, especially thoughts that make me feel even more guilty. I sigh. Now I wish Kinomoto kept her mouth closed about Tsuchida. I also wish we weren't stuck in this marriage gig.

I glance at the clock. 12:39 AM. Damn, it's past midnight. I rub my eyes, urging the sleep to leave, but unfortunately, it doesn't work that way.

I then freeze.

Usually, John Doe would have killed by now. It's been well over two weeks, and even though he doesn't have a pattern of the times he kills, it's usually less than every two weeks. Meaning that John Doe should have gone after Kinomoto a few days ago.

Unless . . . he wasn't given the chance to approach her . . .

Okay, I know I said I hated random thoughts, but now I just love them! I get off the bed and start to pace. What if that's the key? Me and Kinomoto have never left the other's side since we became 'husband and wife', and no one has been able to approach us and talk without the other hearing the conversation. And I'm pretty sure that Kinomoto would have mentioned something about a guy going up to her and flirt.

It's my suspicion that John Doe needs to go up to his victims and talk, to find information, to see if they are married, to see where they live.

My God, John Doe has been waiting for us to separate for a few minutes so he can talk to her!

But people don't just start blabbing things like that to a stranger they talk to for a few minutes.

Kinomoto . . . vulnerable . . . she blabbed about Tsuchida because she was vulnerable . . .

Shit, we have been going at this all wrong!

I walk over to the night stand and grab my cell phone, I begin to punch in numbers as I walk towards the connecting door. I bang on it as the phone begins to ring. The door opens in a few seconds, and I knew I didn't need to worry over the fact that she might have been asleep. Not that I worried about it anyways.

She growled at me, her hair tousled; she was wearing her thin robe too, which she uses to cover up whatever she wears to go to sleep.

Which also covers up what I saw in the beach, and I almost broke my phone trying to control my thoughts. It's funny how I can bug her about it so easily but when I start letting my thoughts wander, it's hard to just have some control over myself.

"What?!" She demanded at the same time a groggy 'hello' sounded from my cell.

"Bennett, me and Kinomoto have been going at this all wrong" I say into the phone.

"What are you talking about?" Bennett asked as I grabbed Kinomoto's wrist and dragged her into the room.

"John Doe goes up to his victims to talk so they can blab about their life. The thing is, is that married people don't start blabbing about personal facts."

"What's your point?"

"My point is that John Doe finds out the information that he needs by going up to his victims when they are vulnerable. And when it comes to marriage couples, they are vulnerable after a big fight! Especially when they are newlyweds!"

I got nothing but silence by both Kinomoto and my boss.

When I opened my mouth to continue, Bennett cursed.

"No wonder he hasn't gone after Kinomoto; I told the both of you to act all lovey-dovey, when all John Doe is looking for is his chance to walk up to her. Damn it, we could have gotten him days ago. Does Kinomoto know about this?"

"She's right here listening to my side of the conversation."

"Okay . . . it's midnight, making it Saturday. Tonight, have a fight in a restaurant so the whole place can hear. Most likely, John Doe is either going to be in the restaurant because he somehow followed you, or he will hear about it. Either way, we are going to give him his chance. Tell Kinomoto that if any guy starts asking information about your married life, then she should answer as if she is too vulnerable not to realize what she is doing."

"What should we fight about?"

"Something that might really hurt her. I would say that you two should fight over her finding out you have a wife already, but then that would make you two not really married and then he wouldn't want to go after her . . . Look, you and Kinomoto discuss it. Call me later to tell me what restaurant you guys are going so I can send over one of my men over there to watch things over. Got it?"

"Got it." I hang up and look at Kinomoto.

"At least we can finally show our true colors" she stated, but she was frowning and I briefly wonder why.

~*~*~(Sakura)

Wonder why I am frowning? It's because Li figured out this conclusion! I have been on this case for three months, yet he is already unraveling the mystery of John Doe and how he works! I hate this!

"He wants us to fight in a restaurant tonight" he says. He didn't need to elaborate. Hearing his side of the conversation, I understood exactly why.

"How about we fight over the fact that you already had a wife, and I found out about it-"

He shook his head. "That won't work. He won't go after you knowing that we aren't really married."

"Okay, then how about me thinking that you might be cheating on me, but in truth you aren't. That way, I am vulnerable and we are still married."

He thinks about it for a moment, and then nodded. "Perfect."

(7:00 AM)

I stretch my arms as I sit in the breakfast table. God, I am sleepy, but Li wouldn't let me sleep. At least, not voluntarily. When he knocked on my door, I didn't expect to open the door and see him bare-chested . . . God his abs . . .

I clench my teeth. His body is what kept me up all night! Why oh why must I see him in a different light? Damn it, I was quite happy not knowing about his biceps, his broad shoulders, his abs-

Just stop it already! I scold myself. If I continue they way I am reacting to his body, then I am going to drive myself insane!

But his abs . . .

I bit my tongue, hoping it would somehow affect my brain to stop thinking about it.

I then take a deep breath, and close my eyes. Okay, so he does have a nice toned chest, so what? From what I've seen around my building, two people who have been working together for awhile find themselves being attracted to the other. But it doesn't mean anything big. All it means is that you noticed his body . . . his abs . . .

Damn it, what is so great about his abs?! He has other good parts in his body! Like his biceps. His biceps show that he works out, it shows that he can lift heavy things, it shows that he can kick any man's ass . . .

I frown. I should have stuck with his abs. His biceps just makes things worse.

I glance at the doorway when I hear a noise.

"What are you doing up?" Li asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep" I say, in a voice that tells anyone not to ask for an elaboration.

Yeah, well, I should have known he doesn't really care.

"Why?"
"Something kept me up."

"What?" He urged, and I had the urge to kick him when he sat down on the table across from me.

"Just . . . something."

I look at him, and he looked back at me . . . and then he grinned.

"It was me, wasn't it?"

I nearly dropped my jaw, but was able to keep my composure. How in hell did he know?

"What makes you say that?" I manage to say, trying to act cool.

"Hmm . . . I believe it was when you said the words, and I quote 'I should have stuck with his abs. His biceps just makes things worse.'"

This time I didn't stop my jaw from dropping. Oh god, I said that out loud! I look at him with pure shock and horror, and he looked like he was fighting the urge to laugh. God I hope he wins. It's bad enough he makes comments about my ass, but now he knows that I am attracted to him!

"I guess it works" he stated. "You like my abs; why not make fun of it?"

I growl. "Because you know you won't be affected." While he was doing battle with resisting the urge to laugh, I was busy trying not to blush.

In my case, it was a losing battle.

"So? I make comments about your ass being pretty and sweet."

I wanted to kill him. I know I've said that before, but I really want to kill him.

More now than ever!

"I don't see why" I snap. "My ass is as flat as an iron board."

He snorted. "Girl, you need to go to an eye doctor. Believe me, it isn't flat. But if you think it's flat, why are you getting angry over it?"

I pause my glaring, and I blink. Why do I react the way I do? I know he only does it to annoy me, and if I didn't act the way I did the first time he said something about my ass, everything would have been okay.

But no, me and my personality just had to get in the way. I know he likes to annoy me, and commenting about my butt is his ammo to embarrass me.

Damn it, he is using his ammo well.

"What restaurant are we going to?" I ask, wanting to change the subject.

It always amazes me the way he changes from a relaxed guy to a tensed PI in one second. "Crystal Star" he replied.

I blink. "That's a very expensive . . ." the rest of the sentence died on my lips when I realized that he has lots of money to spend. He could go there everyday if he wanted to, while a lot of other people had to save up to go there probably once every two months.

But still, he didn't need to spend all that money for just one night for a case.

"We could go to another restaurant" I say.

He shook his head. "The Crystal Star is where we are going to go."

I frown. "Why?"

"Because it's one place where I have wanted to go since I've got here."

I sigh. I knew he wouldn't budge. "Fine. Let's just discuss what we are going to yell to each other tonight."

~*~*~(Third Person P.O.V: Hotel)

Ling's eyes were blazing as she stared at the article. No matter how many times she reads it, she couldn't believe it!

Syaoran . . . had married!

Why wasn't it in the files she received? She probably wouldn't have never heard about if she hadn't picked up the paper in front of Syaoran's apartment that day she had arrived from Hong Kong.

Damn it, she hated staying in this hotel! She was used to mansions, separate rooms; not one single room that combined a living room and a bedroom together! She came here thinking that she would be staying with Syaoran, not in a hotel.

Damn whomever married him!

Her cell phone rang and she grabbed it, her eyes not leaving the article.

"What?" She growled.

"Manners, my daughter, manners."

Ling blinked. "Mother? Why are you calling me?"

"Is it wrong for me to call my only daughter to see how she is doing?"

Ling frowned. "No, I haven't gotten Xiao-Lang back."

"Are you losing your touch in getting men, Ling? I do hope not, because I am the one who taught you what you know."

"No mother, that is not the case." Ling sighed, and she glared at the article. "I have an article here that was in a newspaper from a week ago. It says here that Xiao-Lang is married."

" . . . What?!"

"Xiao-Lang is married."

"That is impossible! That would mean-"

"It doesn't matter. Here it says that he married a woman named Kinomoto Sakura. Even her name leaves a bad taste in my mouth."

"How does she look like?"

"I have no idea. I haven't even met the woman. I can't find him, mother. I looked high and low and I don't have a clue of where he is. I sent Olivia to dig up the info but she can't find a thing of where they are staying."

"Useless woman! The attorney that Li has is better than her!"

"Mother, what do I do?"

"Find him, Ling. Find him and remind him who you are. And put that so-called wife of his in her place. I'm sure you'll scare her off. Her name makes her sound like a wimpy woman who is as fragile as a flower. I suggest you crush her."

~*~*~(First Person P.O.V: Syaoran)

"And then you run out and John Doe should find you and then he does his little routine" I finished. Kinomoto nodded as she mentally took notes. I watch her closely. She really did seem tired. If she didn't get any sleep, she might ruin the plan by falling asleep on the dinner table or something.

I stand up. "Go to sleep" I order her. She looked taken aback with that and frowned.

"I don't feel like it."

"Go to sleep" I say again. And her frown turned into a scowl.

"Why?"

"Because I say so."

"You should know by now that I don't pay attention to you. If I don't want to sleep, then I won't sleep."

I smirk. "Is it because you are scared you'll dream about me?"

Her hands clenched together on the table, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "Don't flatter yourself" she snapped.

"It's true, isn't it?"

"Shut up! That isn't the case!"

I smile, and back off a bit. "Okay, I'll go with what you say . . . for now." I take out my cell. "I'll just call Bennett and tell him that you are just too tired to do this stunt tonight and-"

I blink as she snatches the phone out of my hands. Wow, I didn't even see her get up from her chair.

"Fine" she spats. "I'll fucking go and fucking sleep." She stomps out of the kitchen, and I knew I should have kept my mouth shut from there. I knew that I should have just let her stomp out of the kitchen and gloat silently that I won.

Yeah, well, sometimes my mouth just doesn't listen to my brain.

"Don't forget to dream about me and my abs!" I shout out after her. I hear a 'thump', a muttered curse, and I barely had a second to react to a book being flown through the kitchen doorway and heading straight towards my head.

"FUCK YOU!" Came a scream as I duck and glance back as the book crashes into a vase on the counter. I then hear a door being slammed, and I sigh.

My, she is definitely a feisty one, and I don't know how I would be able to survive if we were actually married.

I hear the door bell and I cautiously walk towards the door. I look around, wondering if the door I heard slammed was just a decoy and if she is somewhere hiding. I reach the door and open it.

"So how's the wife?" Hiiragazawa asks as he strolls in.

I make a face. "What wife? And where is Daidouji? Since you guys told each other how you feel, you've guys been inseparable."

"True" he agrees as I close the door and we walk to the living room. He plops down on the couch and relaxes. "Her mother called her, asking her to go to Tokyo to help her with her with something with her work. Daidouji Sonami owns a toy company. Anyways, Tomoyo won't return until tomorrow."

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"I wanted to know how you guys are coping. Not only that, but Bennett told me to come here and find out what restaurant you guys are going to. I'm the guy who is going to make sure things go smoothly."

"Meaning you are going to be with us in the restaurant?"

"Yeah, but I'll be a few tables away. You and Sakura are going to have an ear-piece and tiny microphones attached to your shirts, and I'll have the same thing. That way we'll be able to communicate. So, what restaurant are we going to?"

"Crystal Star."

He blinked. "That's quite expensive. A single fish costs around twenty-five bucks. A fin probably costs $1.50. Can you afford it?"

More than you know . . .

"I'll manage" I say instead.

He shrugs. "Where is Sakura?"

"Upstairs, I'm hoping she is asleep." I shake my head. "She hasn't had any rest all night and she needs her strength." I look at Hiiragazawa and he has that annoying, and very creepy, grin.

"You care for her" he says.

I blink, and then frown. "I don't give a damn about her."

He snorted. "Li, you just told me that you hope she is asleep because she didn't get any rest all night. That means you care for her."

"I said that because I don't want her to fall asleep while we are at the restaurant."

"Oh, so this is all for the case?"

"Hell yeah."

He gives me a what-a-load-of-crap look.

"It's the truth" I stated. "I care about the case. I care about Kinomoto as much as she cares about me. And considering that she could care less if I die, that should tell you something."

"Fine, whatever you say" he states, and then he crosses his arms. "Just tell me something."

I roll my eyes. "What?!"

"Would you care less if Tsuchida raped her again?"

I give him a confused look, mainly because I have no idea how to answer that. "What do you mean?"

"I looked up about Tsuchida's court date in our database and it says it was a couple of days ago. He was a no show."

"So?"

"Since then, his attorney hasn't been able to find him or contact him. My guess is that he is in hiding somewhere in Tomoeda, waiting for his chance to get Sakura again."

"How do you figure?"

"The attorney said that the last thing Tsuchida said was 'this is all Kinomoto's fault. She'll pay.'"

I curse. "Great, now we have to worry about Tsuchida. Should I tell Kinomoto?"

"I don't know." He paused. "I know damn well you are avoiding the question that I had asked, but I'll let it slide for now."

I remain silent. I wasn't about to open my mouth and say something stupid like I did before. In fact, I'm kidding myself. I can't open my mouth, because I really don't know how to answer that question.

"But at least I can tell you are attracted to her" he says. And I frown.

"Am-"

"Don't you even try to lie. The first time I laid eyes on Tomoyo, I was attracted to her, so I can tell when a guy is attracted to a female. You have the same look in your eyes when you look at Sakura."

I couldn't deny it. Hell, I already admit it to my brain. I have also admitted that I am able to smile around Kinomoto, but that's only because her annoyance and irritation towards my comments are so damn funny I can't help but laugh. But I haven't quite found a reason for my sudden attraction towards Kinomoto.

But it doesn't mean I won't try to deny it in front of Hiiragazawa.

"I am not-"

"I mean, you saw her naked, didn't you?"

"She wasn't naked! She was wearing-"

"Doesn't matter. You saw her full body. Every piece of flesh."

"But I'm not-"

"Yes you are."

"Would you let me finish just a single god damn sentence?!"

"Not if the sentence is something that is a lie."

I clench my fists. I wanted to hit him. His grin widened. "Hah! If you could see your face . . . it's red!"

"From anger!" I snap.

"From embarrassment at the fact that I know you are attracted to Sakura. But don't worry. It's just attraction. Attraction isn't love. Hell, attraction is no where near love. It isn't unusual for a guy to become attracted to a girl who they saw naked. Yes, she was wearing a suit, but you saw her body, so it's just easier to say you saw her naked. But, anyways, don't worry about it. As I said before, attraction isn't love. It's just part of our systems. And attraction doesn't always turn into love and-"

"Why do you always say love?" I ask, a little irritated.

He stays silent for a moment and then shrugs. "No reason."

I eye him. I have a feeling that there was definitely a reason. I learned that Hiiragazawa is a sneaky person, so I might not find out the reason, but I know there is a reason.

(7:00 o'clock PM)

Me and Kinomoto step out of the car at the entrance of the restaurant. I was wearing a tux, and I glance at Kinomoto's choice of dress. It was a light green, long sleeved dress. The sleeves were transparent, and it had a V-neck collar. It reached all the way to the ground, and one side had a slit that reached up to her thigh.

"Now remember" I say in a low voice "walk in as if you look worried."

She nods. "Okay." We walk together into the restaurant.

I was amazed at the place. The reason why they call the place Crystal Star is because everything of the dinnerware and parts of the restaurant is crystal, including the plates. The ceiling above had paintings of angels; chandeliers, also made of crystal, were hanging from the ceiling. The tables held candle holders made of crystals and white candles were sitting into the holders. The place was filled with chatter as people dined to the soft, classical music being played on the speakers that weren't visible. If a dance floor was cleared, I'm sure the people would be dancing.

"Yes, how many?" The waitress asked as we walked up to the counter.

"Two" I reply. "My name is Li" I add, in order for her to know who I am. Bennett had informed us that he would call the restaurant about the plan.

The waitress nodded. "Yes, right this way" she answered as she grabbed two menus and led the way. I put my hand on Kinomoto's elbow and she slightly pulled it away.

Part of the script.

We sit down at the table the waitress guided us to and we put our napkins on our laps as she places the menus in front of us. I look at Kinomoto and put some concern into my eyes.

"Testing. Hiiragazawa, can you hear us?" I say softly. People around us would think that I am talking to Kinomoto, rather into the little microphone that is attached to my white shirt underneath.

Kinomoto nodded as if I had asked her something as we hear Hiiragazawa answer. "Yup, loud and clear."

"Where are you at?" Kinomoto asked.

"In one of the booths that are lined to your left. I'll stretch my arms so you can see my hand."

I start to look around, and spot his hand over half a crystal wall used to separate the booths. His booth is three booths down.

"Have you seen any weird activity?" I ask as I grab Kinomoto's hand. She bit her lip and pulled it away. That, too, is part of the script. But I have a feeling that she really wanted to pull her hand away.

"Not really. But there is this one guy who is acting a little weird. He is alone."

"How does he look like?" Kinomoto asked as she picked up her menu.

"Hmm . . . the subject has sandy hair, eyes I cannot describe from here. He seems like he has gotten a tan, and I estimate that he is about 6 feet tall."

I pick up my menu and look at Kinomoto.

"It's the guy we saw at the beach, the one on the surfboard."

"So he just might be John Doe."

"It's a strong possibility."

We become silent. I was staring at Kinomoto as her head was bowed. It looked like I was waiting for an answer from her and she didn't want to answer.

"Now what?" Kinomoto asks as she raises her head and looks at me with a sad expression.

"Now we wait."

~*~*~(Third person: P.O.V)

Ling shook with anger. She knew she wouldn't be able to afford eating at the Crystal Star, but she had to go in and see just how high the prices are. Before, restaurants like these were nothing. It was as if she had gone to a fast-food restaurant, rather then a nice, fancy restaurant.

But now the Crystal Star was exactly what it was: an expensive restaurant that she wouldn't be able to afford to eat in.

She glanced down at what she was wearing. It was a simple, blue dress that had no sleeves and it had off-the-shoulder straps. It reached just above her knees. It showed that she was high-class and had lots of money, which is semi-true. She is high-class, but she was short on cash and couldn't afford things like this anymore unless it was something important.

She sighed. What was the point of going in, if she knew she wouldn't be able to eat?

Besides, the food is probably fattening, she thought as she took a step to turn away. But then she froze as she saw two people get out of a car. She nearly screamed when she saw it was Syaoran. Her eyes watched his graceful moments as he gave the keys to the man who would park the car. She looked him over. God, he was still a beautiful man. She watched as he paused in front of the restaurant . . . right next to a woman. Her eyes widened at the way they were standing so close together.

His wife . . . Kinomoto Sakura . . .

She clenched her fists as she saw them walk into the restaurant together. She walked across the street, not caring that the cars almost ran her over and are honking at her. She didn't really give a damn.

She was going to do exactly what her mother told her to do.

Remind him of who she is . . .

and crush his damn flower.

~*~*~(Sakura's P.O.V)

I take a sip of the wine that the waiter brought. I was now getting a little nervous. I wasn't able to see the guy, but Li keeps glancing towards the Sandy-haired man's way. At first, we hadn't a clue on where he was, until Eriol gave us instructions on where he is. I glance at my watch.

Five more minutes.

Jut five more minutes until I shoot up from my chair and slap him and accuse him of cheating on me.

I sigh. As much as I hate to admit it, Li was right. I did needed the sleep. I am not sure how long I slept, but I don't really care. I was rested and prepared for what I am going to do.

Not that I would ever tell him that. That will only raise up his arrogance. And I don't really want to do that. Especially since now he knows I am attracted to him.

I wonder if he is attracted to me too. But I probably would never tell. He hides his emotions so well, while I am as transparent as a ghost.

"It's time" Li says and I look at him as I place a hand over my mouth. It was suppose to make people think I am shocked or hurt and am about to cry.

"I'm ready" I say as I slam my arm down and lean over my plate of food. "Are you ready Eriol? Be on the lookout for anything unusual." I had anger in my eyes, hoping it would fool people into thinking I was telling him something that makes me angry.

"Got it" came Eriol's reply.

"Be careful" Li says with wide eyes, as if he was shocked at what I had just told him.

I growl and almost shoot out of my chair . . . when shouts and noises draws the people attention, and mine, towards the entrance. I turn on my chair with a frown and see a woman run into where all the people who are eating are at. The waitress ran after her and grabbed her arm but she merely moved her elbow out of the waitress's grasp and gave her a look that told her to back off. The waitress bit her lip and yelled out for security as she turned and ran away.

The woman looked angry and she looked as if she wanted to hit something. She was looking around until her eyes landed to where my table with Li was located.

"Bastard!" She screamed. I look around our area wondering if she is yelling at someone near our table, but my eyes then land on Li. His eyes were narrowed, and his fists were clenched.

I look back at the woman and she marches to our table. She looked at Li and slapped him hard across the face. My eyes widened. Damn it, she was ruining our plans! I was the one who was suppose to slap him!

"You bastard" she hissed. I glance at the people around us, and saw them looking at us. I look at Li as he glared at the woman. "And here I thought you were noble you-"

"Don't you fucking call me a bastard, you bitch" he growled as he stood up. His language surprised me. I have never heard him call any woman a bitch. "And don't you even slap me for no reason at all, especially after what you did."

"I did nothing wrong" she growled back. "I am not the one who-"

"Don't fucking stand there and say you did nothing wrong!" Li nearly yelled. His eyes were blazing with more anger than I usually see him with. "I am disgusted by you, Ling. You are nothing more than a tramp, and a fucking liar."

"I am not the liar!" She yelled. She looked at me and she looked ready to blow. She looked at my hand and her face turned even more redder. I glance down at my hand and then figure out that she is staring at my wedding ring. I then look back at her. "And you, you little-" She looked like she was about to slap me but Li grabbed her wrist and made her look at him again.

"Don't you raise your hand and try to slap her. She is-"

"I know who she is!" The woman screamed with outrage. "How could I not after your stupid article being in the newspaper! And you know what?! Your damn marriage is a fraud! You can't be married to her Li Xiao-Lang because you are still married to me! I am your one and only wife!"

AN: Hehe, I know, I know, I'm leaving you hanging. But I want to know the truth: How many of you were actually surprised about Ling being Syaoran's wife? I gave a couple of hints in this chapter (one of them was when Bennett mentioned about Li having a wife already not being a good argument).

And I know Syaoran was giving Ling a little more language than a man should, but believe me, she deserves much more. And you'll find out why in the next chapter, but remember, I need reviews in order for the next chapter to come out. So please review, and I'll give you the next chapter as soon as I can.