Chapter 111 Reason, Preparation, Heaven's Help "I can just lie to you..."
A hundred meters above the ground, Yuan Jianxing used the same trick again, quickly transferring Fu Ze to one of his hands, while using the other hand to quickly open the door in front of him with a key.
Pushing open the door and turning around, what comes into view is a giant fish tank that can serve as a partition for the entrance.
The neon lights of the city, shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back, are refracted and obliterated by the thick glass and water, while the few remaining ones, after passing through the fish tank, cast a faint blue-green filter over everything inside the room.
In the dim light, hundreds of fish of all sizes dart among the dense aquatic plants and rugged artificial hills.
Their tail fins are completely shattered by the limited light remaining in the aquarium, and combined with their projected shadows, the whole room seems to be submerged in a slowly rippling lake.
Unlike other large fish tanks that are also used as walls, this fish tank has a hollowed-out area in the middle that is several cubic meters in size.
On the gnarled, withered branch in the center of the openwork, a kingfisher was perched.
Against the backdrop of the enormous fish tank, this tiny kingfisher appears as a delicate work of art.
The whole scene looks eerie and beautiful, as if the fish is imprisoning the bird, or as if the bird is restraining the fish.
Seeing this, Yuan Jianxing indeed thought of the past between Que Ling and Li Wei, which Fu Ze had succinctly summarized as "the real and the fake young master" and "substituting one thing for another".
That must have been a very touching story.
Unfortunately, Yuan Jianxing's emotions were not abundant. After reserving some for those around him, the rest were all taken by Fu Ze, leaving no room for those he had never met.
After placing Fu Ze on the nearby slab bar, Yuan Jianxing was finally able to rest for a while.
After this period of rest, Fu Ze seemed to have regained some of his senses and was much more reasonable.
At least this time he didn't immediately make a scene and demand that Hara Mihoshi put his hand back.
After rubbing his sore muscles a couple of times, Yuan Jianxing, with the idea of "one effort, then decline, then exhaustion," carried Fu Ze directly back to the master bedroom.
Just as he finished sending messages to the Kang siblings and was about to take off and put away the clothes he had borrowed from Fu Ze, a new message came in on his phone.
Yuan Jianxing initially thought it was a clothing list or something sent by Kang Lele, but when she opened it, she found it was about the sudden incident involving the [key].
Today, many senior executives have extensive experience dealing with [Key] holders and no longer need to be present at every site to direct and manage.
However, after reviewing the details of the incident, Hara Mihoshi decided to make the trip himself.
The reason is simply that the announcement mentioned that this "key" seems to exhibit certain "translation" characteristics.
Whether it's uncovering the truth behind Charon's mistake or resolving the Damocles' sword hanging over Fu Ze's head, Yuan Jianxing has no choice but to do it.
However, just as he straightened up, intending to adjust his posture and continue the unfinished task of undressing, a hand gently hooked onto the hem of his clothes.
Then, a soft, almost breathless "Where are you going?" suddenly echoed in the master bedroom.
Yuan Jianxing turned his head to look and saw that Fu Ze had already half-sat up, propping himself up on his elbows.
Perhaps having recovered from the effects of the alcohol, he seemed to have finally returned to a level where he could recognize his surroundings and communicate.
With no outsiders around, Yuan Jianxing could naturally tell Fu Ze the truth and tell him everything.
"I'll go find the [key] for you."
As he spoke, he reached out and brushed the loose strands of silver-gray hair that had fallen across Fu Ze's forehead behind his ear.
Upon hearing the word "key," Fu Ze seemed to perk up a bit.
“I’ll go with you.” He propped himself up with one hand and turned to sit up from the bed, forgetting that his other hand was still holding onto Yuan Jianxing’s clothes.
As a result of this action, his hand got caught in Yuan Jianxing's clothes, leaving several red marks.
Yuan Jianxing immediately pulled the other person's hand away and said softly, "Given your current condition, if something happens while you're with me, should I prioritize arresting the person or protecting you, huh?"
The answer is actually quite obvious.
Yuan Jianxing will definitely protect Fu Ze.
But opportunities are fleeting, and he was unwilling to lose one thing when he could have the best of both worlds.
"I promise next time, okay?" Yuan Jianxing rubbed Fu Ze's hand twice and slowly placed it back beside him.
“The key…” With a dazed look in his eyes, Fu Ze stared at the mirror in the dressing room, looking at his reflection which he had finally gotten used to, and murmured to himself, “The key again.”
Then, he gave a helpless smile, "If only there had never been a [key]."
That way, I won't have to look for the key, right?
But in the next second, Fu Ze suddenly trembled.
He recalled that the last time he had such a thought, a series of almost regrettable things happened.
It was as if the gods had heard their own thoughts and then unleashed a divine punishment as powerful as thunder for this act of betrayal.
As if by magic, a faint sound of cocoon silk rubbing together suddenly rang out, echoing almost imperceptibly in Fu Ze's ears, as if serving as a warning against his transgression.
Fu Ze instinctively covered his ears.
But the tighter he covered it, the clearer the rustling sounds became.
Just as Fu Ze felt his head was about to explode, his hands were pulled away from his ears by a very firm yet gentle force.
"If we didn't have the [key], you wouldn't have inquired about the relevant information, wouldn't have tried to break Snake Eyes out of prison, and wouldn't have followed me all the way to L City. We might have missed each other."
Yuan Jianxing's voice dispelled the decadent music that had been lingering in Fu Ze's ears.
Regarding the content, Fu Ze mumbled a comment: "It seems to make some sense, but it also seems to make no sense at all."
"Then tell me, where does it not make sense?" Yuan Jianxing asked, half questioning and half teasing. "You can't have gone through all this just to get my attention, can you?"
“Hmm…” Fu Ze stopped talking, seemingly roasting his brain, which was as big as paste.
While Fu Ze was struggling with this philosophical question, Yuan Jianxing took the opportunity to guide him to undress in accordance with her actions.
Brooches, necklaces, tie clips...
Jacket, tie, vest lining, undershirt...
Leather shoes, socks, belt, trousers, shirt clip...
So many...
Even if Yuan Jianxing had harbored some shyness and romantic feelings before, they all disappeared during these layers of labor.
At that moment, he felt like he was peeling an onion, but he couldn't peel it to the end.
Persistence pays off, and after more than ten minutes, he finally saw the light of victory.
At this point, Fu Ze was left with only a shirt and a pair of underwear.
Since the latter type of intimate clothing couldn't possibly be borrowed, just to be on the safe side, Yuan Jianxing decided to double-check the brand of the former.
He placed his hand on the back of the other person's neck to signal them to lower their head. Yuan Jianxing tried hard to decipher the cursive English writing there, but to no avail, so he checked with Kang Lele to confirm the situation.
He breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a negative answer.
Although both of them are adults, he is not yet ready to unbutton Fu Ze's shirt.
But what exactly are the preparations?
He couldn't explain it either.
Even though the two of them had already experienced many things that ordinary couples might not be able to do in several lifetimes, Yuan Jianxing still felt that something was missing.
After repeated deliberations yielded no results, and with urgent messages constantly popping up on his phone, Yuan Jianxing finally abandoned his plan to reach a conclusion on the spot.
Since there's still a long way to go, let's just wait and see.
Just as Yuan Jianxing was hanging up the clothes that had been taken off Fu Ze, Fu Ze, who had been standing there in a daze for a long time, suddenly spoke:
"If there were other worlds, the kind without the [key], wouldn't we have met each other, gone through many adventures together, and eventually developed this kind of relationship?"
If it were in accordance with Yuan Jianxing's usual "unromantic" style, he would definitely have given the person who asked such a question a detailed explanation of what "counterfactual conditions" meant.
But he didn't want to do that at the moment.
Gently laying the person down, Yuan Jianxing said very gently but firmly, "Yes."
Fu Ze slowly blinked his emerald green eyes. "I can lie to you, but don't lie to me."
Yuan Jianxing chuckled to himself.
At that moment, my mind suddenly clicked.
They even blatantly apply double standards.
Seeing that the person in front of him dared to laugh when asked such a serious question, Fu Ze was about to stand up and argue with him.
With the mission nearing completion, Yuan Jianxing was not about to let Fu Ze ruin all his previous efforts.
He bent down and forcefully pressed the man back down, then neatly tucked him into the blankets. He whispered in Fu Ze's ear, his thin lips slightly parted, and solemnly replied:
"Yes, I promise."
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Persistence pays off. When Yuan Jianxing came out of Fu Ze's house, he was finally caught red-handed by two paparazzi who were waiting at the best shooting spot.
“This person…” The black-haired paparazzi looked at Yuan Jianxing, whose face had switched back to its usual formulaic expression in the viewfinder, and scratched his head twice. “If he’s someone in the industry, I can’t possibly not remember him.”
Actually, it wasn't that he had no recollection at all; he was certain he had seen that face somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember where.
Although the paparazzi had the same doubts, he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he decisively followed up and finally managed to get a picture of Yuan Jianxing's license plate number.
After the car drove away, he immediately called his old friend, who used to urinate and play in the mud with him but whose parents had paid to get him a job as a low-level executive officer: "Brother, brother, could you please help me check the license plate number? My parking space is taken."
My dog-meat friend on the other end of the phone said lazily, "Why don't you just follow the normal procedures and file a police report? Don't always think about using my ultimate weapon, okay?"
Upon hearing the other party compare themselves to a "super weapon," the paparazzi with a cigarette felt a vein throbbing on his forehead.
But now that he needed someone's help, he had to suppress the urge to expose the other party's boasting and earnestly said, "Please help me, the situation is sudden, I'll treat you to dinner later."
Checking a license plate number is indeed a simple matter that can be resolved with a tap of a finger by the officers on duty.
"Alright, go ahead," the dog-meat friend replied.
The paparazzi, cigarette in hand, immediately rushed to report the license plate number of the car he had just photographed.
After repeating the number to make sure he hadn't entered it wrong, my friend pressed enter.
Then he stared blankly at the message that popped up.
After a long pause, the dog meat friend asked, trembling, "Are you sure this car is the one that took your parking spot?"
With victory in sight, the excited paparazzi, cigarette in hand, failed to notice the other person's unusual behavior and continued confidently, "Of course."
The friend didn't say much, only saying, "Whatever you want to do, stop now, really," before hanging up.
Hearing the disconnected call notification tone from the receiver, the paparazzi with the cigarette felt as if he had fallen from the clouds into the mud. It took him a long time to come to his senses before he cursed loudly, "Damn it."
"I've been keeping watch for so many days, I don't even know how many cans of coffee I've gone through, I absolutely can't just let this go!" He spat fiercely and said viciously, "I don't care how big a star they are, I've dropped some bombshells before!"
Just as he was speaking passionately, the paparazzi with black hair brought good news: "Brother! The entertainment media under Kangming Media Group has just pulled its headline for tomorrow! Their editor-in-chief is scrambling to find a story to fill the gap!"
"That's it!" The cat-like man, cigarette in hand, gripped the steering wheel with high spirits. "This is truly a stroke of luck!"
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