007 | Chapter Seven - Lao Tzu Said
Don't meddle in things that aren't your business.
After that day, Diaz began to go out frequently, and there were even rumors among his subordinates that he was going on another "business trip" abroad.
Who exactly is Mary, who signs her name as "Lover"? What is her relationship with him?
—This was like a thorn in Xiaoyue's heart, making it impossible for her to be happy.
Even if he wakes up every day, he is always taken care of, well-fed and warmly dressed, and there is no need to worry about safety issues. Even Mark has a 24-hour personal nanny and medical team, and in just over a month, a tutor has already started preparing black and white flashcards to accompany him and listen to nursery rhymes.
Diaz said that she only needed to stay at home and didn't need to worry about anything else.
But now that she is "the Godfather's woman," shouldn't she change to live up to that title? Not just in her attitude, but also in understanding how to be "the Godfather's woman."
That day, when Xiaoyue woke up, Diaz was still not home, but she no longer felt lonely. Instead, she began to try to understand Diaz's world in her own way.
What exactly is the so-called underworld?
What exactly are those gray industries and their territories?
Only by doing this could she distinguish herself from those "lovers"... She didn't want her identity to be mentioned as just a "prostitute" who had been redeemed by her godfather.
But if he were to interrogate Diaz, he would definitely use strong... well, any means necessary to make her forget about it.
Taking advantage of Diaz's absence late at night, she slipped out of her bedroom and headed towards the "study." That was where he usually locked himself up to handle gang affairs, and sometimes she could hear him having meetings with other bosses. Xiaoyue believed there must be some clues there.
"Madam, are you still awake so late?"
Just then, a maid emerged from around the corner of the corridor, asking in a soft voice, which nearly scared Xiaoyue out of her wits.
"Oh...yes, yes! I couldn't sleep, so I came out for a walk. It's nothing, don't worry about me." She felt a little guilty and tried her best to appear calm, straightening her back and standing up straight.
"Yes, please feel free to ask if you need anything." The maid bowed respectfully and then walked in another direction.
As Xiaoyue watched her footsteps fade into the distance, she quickly walked toward Diaz's study, slipped into the study like a kitten stealing cream, and pressed herself against the door, taking a deep breath.
"Whoa...that scared me to death." She said as she reached for the light bulb on the wall.
With a "click," a cold white light illuminated the entire study, and a faint fragrance filled the room. It was the room diffuser that Xiaoyue had given Diaz before, with the scent of cedar and leather, much better than that limited edition Cuban cigar.
She carefully examined the furnishings, trying to memorize them, afraid that when Diaz returned to the study and found that something had been moved, he would question her.
But when she saw the laptop on the desk, her bright blue eyes seemed to light up instantly. She quickly sat down in the leather chair, ready to see what Diaz had been busy with lately.
Perhaps Diaz never imagined that anyone would dare to touch his computer, or perhaps he was just too blatantly confident, so much so that he didn't set any password for the computer, which conveniently allowed her to have her way with her spying.
The study was very quiet, especially late at night. You couldn't even hear a footstep in the corridor. Because of this, Xiaoyue was completely immersed in the thrill of stealing chickens and dogs.
After she entered the computer desktop, she began to search through his folder, but it was... completely empty.
"...Hmm? Doesn't he usually use this computer in his study to handle gang affairs?" she muttered softly, the cold light of the screen outlining her silhouette, the sound of the keyboard and the clicking echoing in the study, her blue eyes scanning up and down.
She finally found a folder made up of gibberish, and when she clicked on it, she discovered that it contained everything!
"Drug delivery locations...accounting revenue...human trafficking—"
"Smuggling quantity... handover point... arms dealers..." She looked at the folders one by one. They were full of shady information, some of which were so detailed that even she was surprised.
As for Xiaoyue, she knew that Diaz was a gang godfather and naturally knew a little about these things. She might not expect him to be a great philanthropist, but at least she could be sure that he would not harm her or her child.
So she doesn't need to put herself in a superior position when it comes to these things.
In contrast, all she wanted to know was... who this person named "Marie" was, and whether she posed a threat to her or Diaz.
As she tirelessly searched for information, time ticked by, but she found no details or information related to "Mary." This instantly extinguished Xiaoyue's enthusiasm, while simultaneously arousing her pointless interest in investigation.
—If the folder isn't there, maybe the mailbox will?
So she opened her browser, ready to check Diaz's email inbox.
Right then and there.
"bite!"
A message from "Sweet Mary" popped up in the bottom right corner.
It was a message that included a file, but the file's title was—
On July 26, 2024, at Dongding Hotel, the bill amounted to 23,988.
When Xiaoyue saw that date, what flashed through her mind was the day she separated from Diaz and was placed in West Bridge to start her life with a "new identity"... Although she later discovered that Roger had already found out and was lying in ambush waiting for her to be caught.
She was later found to have an ectopic pregnancy, and eventually returned to Diaz's side.
Her intuition told her that this message was not an ordinary "bill".
Just as Xiaoyue was about to open the message.
"...Crack."
After the door handle was turned, a mechanical friction sound came from the left side—
She was so engrossed in watching that it was too late to hide!
Shh...shh...
The heavy footsteps entered the study like a trial, and the tall figure gradually appeared from behind the door. The atmosphere in the study instantly dropped to freezing point. Xiaoyue didn't dare to say a word and could only stare wide-eyed.
"Vincent... Vincent."
Those sharp, hawk-like brown eyes swept straight at her, staring at the laptop with its lit screen. A vein throbbed on his forehead, and his expression darkened noticeably.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The deep voice sounded like sandpaper grinding against the skin, yet it sent shivers down Xiaoyue's spine. Her heart pounded as if it would jump out of her mouth, and cold sweat soaked her back.
Before Xiaoyue could answer, he had already slowly approached her, his gaze filled with intense scrutiny.
"I...I just—"
Diaz didn't want to hear her explanation, because from the moment he returned home, entered his study, and saw her, all explanations were futile.
"I warned you... don't meddle in things that aren't your business."
He grabbed Xiaoyue's wrist, roughly pulled her up, and then pinned her hands behind her back. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and his brown eyes burned as if they were about to ignite.
When he glanced at the "hotel bill" for "Mary" on his laptop, the combined shock of his pent-up anger and the invasion of his territory caused his rationality to snap instantly, and he swept everything off the table!
"—Whoosh!"
The study floor was a mess, with laptops and documents lying innocently on the carpet. Xiaoyue was pinned to the desk, her hands tied behind her back, and she was breathing heavily in pain, which gave Diaz a slight sense of satisfaction in his raging anger.
"I'm spoiling you too much, huh?" He leaned down, his heavy breath falling on her earlobe, easily holding her hands with just one hand, keeping her completely still.
"So spoiled that you've forgotten your own identity?"
Diaz roughly ripped her pajamas apart, the fabric making a creaking sound as it fell into pieces onto the carpet. The next second, he tore her bra, revealing her soft, un-breasted breasts and the buds slightly swollen with fear.
He needed to vent.
He needed to use extreme measures to make this ungrateful woman know that there were some things she dared not dabble in!
"Look at you, you get excited just because I was a little rough?" He whispered wickedly in Xiaoyue's ear, his hot and heavy breath like waves of heat slapping against her taut skin.
She shook her head, her body trembling slightly, whether from fear or excitement, she couldn't tell.
However, the more nervous she became, the stronger Diaz's destructive desires grew.
Xiaoyue could feel a familiar heat emanating from the spot where the woman was pressed against the back of her buttocks, and it was hardening in a violent and direct way, rubbing against the back of her soft thigh.
"Wait... not here..." She knew there was no turning back now, so she could only plead softly.
"Don't want to?" He chuckled, his rough hands already on her skin, which was a little cold from the cold sweat, and began to knead her full, snowy breasts wantonly, feeling the tempting milk begin to flow. "You should have thought about the consequences before you stepped into this room."
"You're only saying no now? Are you playing hard to get with me?" Diaz's voice was deep and oppressive, ignoring Xiaoyue's pleas.
"Don't forget, I'm the one who calls the shots in this house—"
"I'll only say it once." His voice grew lower and lower, cold as if a gun barrel were pressed against one's forehead, making one involuntarily tremble.
At the same time, it felt so unfamiliar that it made one's heart sink.
"You fucking have no say in my gang's affairs."
After he finished speaking, as if punishing her, he bit Xiang Xiaoyue's shoulder hard, leaving a clear bite mark. The pain made her nose sting and her eyes burn, but she dared not shed a tear.
It wasn't just the inner doubts and fears, but deeper, the sense of distance from being isolated behind high walls, which always gave her an uncomfortable feeling of being deliberately separated. She never imagined that Diaz's actions were not just punishment, but also an extremely clumsy cover-up, concealing his soft heart that he didn't want anyone to discover.
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