002 | Chapter Two - I Didn't Do Anything

—What's the big deal about this? I'm perfectly fine!

On the streets of East Coast late at night, there were still many pedestrians and vehicles. He stood in front of the first-floor entrance of the postpartum care center, the cold light from his phone screen reflecting on his silhouette, his expression complex and distorted.

A few lines of text flashed across the screen—a medical report.

He instinctively reached for the cigar inside his coat, but then he remembered Mark and Xiaoyue's faces, and crushed the limited-edition Cuban cigar in his palm, cursing under his breath, "Damn it... I've become weak."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he strode over, got into the Rolls-Royce, and casually tapped the armrest twice to signal the driver to start. He deliberately passed the building on the way, noticing many of his men stationed there, diligently moving things out of the mansion. Only then did he nod in satisfaction and drive towards headquarters.

As Diaz was about to get out of the car after parking it in the headquarters' basement, a piercing ringing in his ears pierced his brain, followed by a blackout, and he instantly lost his balance.

"Bang!" His entire back slammed into the car door, and a wave of nausea suddenly surged up.

"—Boss!" The underlings guarding the door saw this and rushed forward to help him up, but Diaz, who was concerned about his image, waved them away.

"What are you doing... I'm just a little dizzy, what are you yelling about!" His face was pale, and he awkwardly helped himself to his feet by the car door. His weak voice still carried the authority that a godfather should have.

He recalled the report he had just seen, and his expression grew even more somber, his brown eyes becoming so deep they were almost suffocating.

...We can't afford to fall at this time.

Diaz straightened up, straightened his suit, and strode toward the elevator. His underlings wisely stepped back, because just by looking at his face, they knew... if he misspoke, his head would be smashed open.

He entered the high-level meeting room, where his subordinates quickly brought a laptop and an encrypted cell phone, placing them on the table. Diaz then began searching for information about how Marcheo had entered the South China Sea organization and how he had infiltrated and climbed to this position during the "Lust Competition."

From that time on, he felt that this young man seemed a bit different...

He thought that ambitious look was exactly the same as when he was young, but little did he know that it was just a temporary measure, a common tactic in the underworld.

"I hate being betrayed more than anything in my life." He rested his chin on his hand, typing away with disgust, picked up his phone, dialed a number, and activated hands-free mode.

"If I don't find this little bastard this time, I'm not a Diaz."

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"It's a rare opportunity to spend time with your wife and kids?" The voice coming through the microphone was deep and unhurried, as cold as ice.

"Stop being so polite, Kane. Any oddities with your arms supply?" he said, propping his feet up on the marble table and fiddling with his lighter, making a "clinking" sound.

Kane on the other end of the microphone fell into a brief moment of contemplation, and a few seconds later the sound of his fingers tapping could be heard.

With a "ding!", Diaz's laptop received a message.

"The money's all here, take a look for yourself!" Kane clearly didn't want to think too much about this, so he simply dumped it on Diaz. "I'm off to play with some women, you take your time looking!"

Before he could finish speaking, Kane hung up the phone.

"Fuck you... trash." Diaz cursed under his breath, opened the encrypted file he had just sent, and began to compare it line by line. The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

To say they don't match? Not quite.

It's a perfect match, yet there's always a missing one or two, or even one or two types, of weapons each month—

For him, this was an uncertain factor that was "out of control".

When Diaz came to his senses, the faint morning light was already rolling in through the window. He sighed, closed his laptop, tucked it under his arm, and prepared to return to the postpartum care center.

On the way back, he felt a throbbing pain in his temples, which made his tinnitus even more severe, and his nausea surged again. This strange reaction made Diaz feel irritable, and his body, which should have felt tired, was suddenly overwhelmed by some kind of adrenaline, which made the fatigue disappear completely.

Perhaps it was his inability to allow himself to be weak, a self-restraint bordering on the abnormal, that led him to deliberately conceal this physiological abnormality.

Upon returning to the postpartum care center, he couldn't wait to see his son in the nursery. The nursing staff diligently followed his request—"The nursing staff will take care of my woman until dawn; they are not allowed to disturb her sleep."

Then, as she slowly walked back to her room, she saw Xiaoyue still fast asleep on the bed, her tense shoulders gradually relaxing.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sleeping Xiaoyue, gently brushing the hair from her cheek, and looking at her with an expression of deep affection and satisfaction that he himself did not realize.

It seems that no matter what problems we encounter outside, having her there makes it all worthwhile.

Of course, he would never admit to such damned, soft feelings.

As the sun gradually rises on the horizon, its rays bathe the earth, and this city that never sleeps is about to enter another phase. The morning, symbolizing hope and new beginnings, is officially underway.

Having not slept all night, Diaz simply drew the opaque curtains, leaving a small gap, and then quietly climbed into bed and pulled back Xiaoyue's quilt.

"Mmm..." she murmured softly as he moved her from lying on her side to lying on her back.

Looking at her sleeping soundly, Diaz's wicked desires began to stir again, perhaps wanting to sweep away the gloom in his heart through this method.

So he slowly opened the side pocket of Xiaoyue's "nursing pajamas," feeling his desire gradually rising. Diaz exposed her full, slightly swollen breasts, and looking at the overflowing milk, his eyes gradually deepened.

"You little slut... sleeping so soundly?" He chuckled softly, his tone clearly indulgent. "You haven't had a chance to 'clog' in so long, what will you do when it gets blocked again?"

At this moment, he gently grasped her swollen, soft flesh with his warm palm and applied slight pressure.

His nipples immediately swelled up as if filled with overflowing water pipes. Diaz couldn't resist the temptation and greedily took them into his mouth, licking and sucking them with his tongue.

The rich and sweet milk poured into his mouth like a gushing spring, and Diaz sucked and licked it vigorously as if he couldn't stop, waking Xiaoyue from her sleep with such a stimulating sensation.

"Ugh... Ugh!... Vincent, what are you doing?" When Xiaoyue groggily opened her eyes and called out "Vincent" with trembling lips, her languid and hoarse voice upon waking almost made Diaz's engorged penis tremble violently.

Even so, he couldn't bear to let go of her milky-scented nipples, and licked them even more lewdly and wantonly in front of her, panting, "What did you just call me... say it again."

He looked at her other breast, where a piece of fabric was clearly soaked with milk, which made Diaz even more uncontrollably pull it out to taste the first "fresh milk" of the morning.

"Hiss... There's a bunch of bastards outside, only your tits won't betray me." He growled in an almost perverted way as he sucked.

But in the very next second...

Without any warning.

Diaz held her breast in his mouth, motionless, his tall body sinking deeply, pressing down on her half-body so hard she could barely breathe.

"Dias?" Xiaoyue had never seen him like this before. She gently shook his shoulder, her breathing still not calm.

However, Diaz did not respond and simply fell into a deep sleep.

"Dias? Vincent, don't scare me... What's wrong with you?" Seeing that things were getting worse, she tried her best to pull herself away from his strong body, straightened her clothes, and ran to the door.

This was the first time since the kidnapping that Xiaoyue had felt despair and fear.

She suddenly flung open the door to the room, and the blinding light from the corridor instantly shone into the dark room, revealing a large group of subordinates and cadres in suits, talking quietly.

"……you!"

"Someone...someone come and see Diaz!"

After she finished speaking, several cadres filed in and went to the bedside to check on Diaz's condition. Xiaoyue nervously clutched her nightgown, trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, Madam, we've contacted Saien, and he'll be there soon." This was said after the officers had briefly verified the vital signs.

But the mention of Saien brought up the time when Diaz was asked by him to do a "routine checkup," which left Xiaoyue with a lingering gloom in her heart. An ominous premonition pierced her nerves like thorns.

Xiaoyue stayed by his side, looking at his haggard, purplish eye bags, and a sense of guilt welled up inside her... Since the last overseas incident, Diaz had not had a good night's sleep, let alone in the two weeks since he gave birth, she had not seen him lying properly in bed.

"...Idiot, why are you working so hard?" Her fingertips gently brushed the stray hairs at his temples, and she could still see the milk stains remaining at the corners of his mouth and the satisfied expression on his face.

A few minutes later, Said entered with a black briefcase and some nursing staff from the postpartum care center. Said knelt down beside him with a deft gesture, checking for vital signs while opening his medical kit.

"It should be nothing serious..." Sai said cautiously and in a low voice, looking at the data on the blood pressure monitor and the electrocardiogram results. "It's just that I'm too tired, nothing serious."

But when he said those words, Sain's expression was somewhat complicated. However, at that time, Xiaoyue's attention was focused on Diaz, who had fainted from exhaustion, and she did not notice anything unusual.

If something is discovered... wouldn't that be better?

One day in the future, she asked herself this question.