Chapter 166 Hate... In your heart, I am so despicable...
The bad-looking guy who might be up to some tricks is trying desperately to negotiate with his boss.
"That's roughly the situation..." Even though he only heard his boss's unhappy voice on the other end of the phone, he couldn't help but lower his head slightly in shame and explained in a low voice, "Actually, we didn't provoke her directly. It was the young lady herself... No, I don't mean to make excuses, it's just a temporary solution..."
I was scolded. This was only natural.
When deciding to temporarily place Asami under house arrest, Rei Furuya had already anticipated this development - after all, although this was something that had to be done for the safety of himself and Hiro, and his superiors couldn't say they were wrong, the negotiations with the Vongola seemed quite complicated and still needed to be handled by the higher-ups... Naturally, the boss, who was forced to work overtime, was not in a good mood.
"The main thing is, do you understand... how difficult it is to negotiate with that Vongola resident in Neon, Hibari Kyoya?" The boss's usually steady voice rarely sounded a little overwhelmed. "Besides, you've got the Vongola princess held captive in a safe house—a princess! Not some cat or dog!"
The image of the woman in the ornate dress flashed through Rei Furuya's mind, but it quickly shifted to a young girl in dusty clothes. His brow twitched slightly; even now, he still struggled to connect the images of Chaomu and the Vongola lady.
...One is breathtakingly beautiful, the other is a headache... Put together it's both breathtaking and a headache, you little troublemaker.
But he certainly couldn't use these words to defend himself to his boss. He could only honestly admit his mistake and say that he was not careful enough.
The boss took a while to accept this reality, and his rapid breathing finally calmed down.
"I've got a rough idea of the situation, and it's not your fault... Vongola people just don't think logically... Never mind." The other person seemed to light a cigarette on the other end of the phone, his emotions stabilizing. "I'll handle the negotiations, don't worry too much. Hibari Kyoya aside, the Vongola Tendaime is relatively easy to communicate with and has always been cooperative with us. We should be able to come up with a viable solution."
"The main problem right now is that little princess... you two are keeping her under house arrest... well, we have to coax her into submission! What if the young lady comes back saying she's hurt or unhappy and insists on confronting you two? There'll be trouble down the road!"
Fūya Ling thought it was all over. He'd let Chaomu coax her, and if Chaomu didn't slap him in the face, it would be a good thing. She didn't like him much to begin with, and after this incident, her favorability towards him would probably plummet to negative... Would she hate him? Who knew.
After locking the person in the safe house and confirming that he and You Xunran would not die due to identity disclosure in the next two days, he temporarily came back to his senses from the shadow of death and reviewed all his past negotiations with her in his mind.
After reviewing it over and over again, Furuya Ling couldn't think of what he should do to reverse the impression of himself in her mind - it seemed that except for the first time they met, there were rarely harmonious times between them. If he wanted to have a good relationship with her, he might have to delete all the memories between them.
He leaned against the cold wall, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of his phone. The screen was dark, unable to reflect his complex expression at the moment.
His boss on the phone kept nagging him to "touch the fur," but he couldn't even tell whether the animal had hair, scales, or thorns. That girl, one moment a working girl in a cheap sweatshirt munching on a rice ball, the next a Vongola princess with a trailing skirt and a cold, arrogant look. Which side of her was the real her? Perhaps both, and perhaps none.
"After the negotiations are over... will she be sent back to Italy?" After her boss finished, Furuya Rei asked, "Or will she stay in Neon as long as she promises to keep it secret?"
Such insiders should have been closely monitored or "protected," but Chaomu's status meant she wouldn't receive that standard treatment. He wasn't sure how this would be handled, but he couldn't help but ask a few more questions—even though he probably didn't need to worry about her.
"A certain special department does have a method for erasing partial memories... but the Vongola obviously won't let us use that on their young lady." The boss's voice sounded a little vague. "They'll probably sign some kind of binding 'contract'... we'll see. Anyway, you don't have to worry about your identities being revealed here."
When he heard the first half of the sentence, Fūya Rei's thoughts were already distracted.
He was silent for a moment, thinking that if he really erased her memory, he would be reconciled with her. But they probably wouldn't meet again after that. She would look at him as a stranger, not necessarily dislike him, but also not like him.
That seems to be a good idea.
The moment this thought came to mind, he extinguished it. How could he feel that this was "good"? Forgetting everything, acting as if they had never met, what kind of reconciliation was this? It was nothing but self-deception.
Furuya Rei took a deep breath, suppressed those irrelevant thoughts, and refocused on his boss's words: "I understand what you mean. We will take good care of her and try not to make her... unhappy."
...Think about it, if he asked her what would make her happy, she would probably say something like "I'll be happy if you disappear from my sight" right? Compared to him, she has always liked Hiro and Hagiwara more... She just doesn't agree with him and they always fight when they meet.
He had already begun to think about how to disappear from the safe house while cooperating with Jingguang, so as not to be an eyesore to the young lady - but unexpectedly, Zhufu Jingguang, who should have been more successful in coaxing people, came out of the room with half-eaten porridge, with a rare look of embarrassment and confusion on his face.
"What's wrong, Hiro?" Seeing the embarrassed expression of Yujinran, Furuya Ling also frowned slightly, "She hasn't woken up yet? Or even if it's you, she doesn't want to..."
"No, Kogure's awake. It's not like she doesn't want to see me, I guess." Zhu Fujingguang sorted out his words, with a look of confusion on his face. "It's just that she said she wants to see you more...? Can you try to feed her dinner...?"
Furuya Rei: “…………Ah? Me?”
A rare look of confusion crossed his face: Was he really going to coax Chaomu into eating? Would she really not turn her face away and say, "I'm going to throw up"?
But since the eldest lady personally called him, no matter how confused he was, he had no choice but to go himself - after all, he must still follow her orders.
The heart that had just calmed down seemed to start beating wildly again. While Youxun was heating up the porridge, the blond young man hurried to tidy up his appearance in front of the mirror, then he carefully knocked on Chaomu's door with the bowl in his hand.
The young girl, who used to be full of energy and running around, was now leaning on the bed, pale under the effects of drugs. When she heard him come in, she only turned her head slightly, and there was a hint of anticipation in her eyes. But when she saw clearly that it was him, the light in her eyes seemed to dim again.
Furuya Rei begins to wonder if Koujinran has misunderstood her order... Does she really want to see him? Or is it because she was so hurt by Hiro that she blurted out, "I'd rather see the evil little black face than you, a bastard"... and Hiro took her seriously?
He always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but since he was here, he could only take cautious steps and approach her: "...Good evening?"
Chaomu sat up for a while before lying back on the bed again, exhausted. "It wasn't good tonight. Not at all."
Why did the evil little black-faced guy also come in with porridge? Where were the handcuffs necessary for imprisonment? Where was the collar? Where was the whip? Was he going to unbuckle his belt and use whatever was available... No, that scenario would look a bit lame. Wouldn't he have to hold up his pants with one hand and swing his belt with the other? Just thinking about it makes me laugh.
All in all, judging by the situation, Scotland is out, and the replacement, Little Black Face, is just trying to feed her, with absolutely no room for the kind of plot development she'd envisioned... Isn't this imprisonment plot a little off? Come on, Little Black Face, aren't you supposed to be a dark, sadistic person? Put in some effort!
Disappointment made her tone low. When he sat down, she turned her back to him and asked boredly, "Did you really not put some medicine in the porridge? The kind that's quite stimulating and makes people lose their minds after eating it... Hmm?"
The blond young man placed the bowl in his hand heavily on the bedside table with a clatter.
"No." His voice sounded a little gloomy. "...Am I so despicable in your heart?"
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