Chapter 30 (Including additional chapters) A real woman never...
77.
The heavy soundproof door of the bar box blocked out the noise from the outside world, leaving only the low hum of the air conditioner and the strong smell of alcohol.
Often when I come up to clean up the mess, I wonder if it’s because Gin’s meetings are so terrible that those guys just keep drinking, or if the brewery is full of drunkards who just guzzle free booze.
Fortunately, what I smelled more was the sweet scent of Vermouth's perfume. If the situation wasn't wrong at this moment, I would definitely bury my head in my chest and hum, "Vermouth, save my life!"
How can saving the sense of smell not be considered saving a life?
It’s a pity that Gin is standing in front of me, looking down at me.
His tall body almost blocked the only source of light, casting a thick, oppressive shadow on me.
The silver-haired man had a blank expression on his face. His narrow, dark green eyes were like deep pools in the dim light, and his gaze fell heavily on me.
I was familiar with this condescending attitude, but the emotion surging in his eyes at this moment wasn't the usual "dog-looking" contempt I was accustomed to, but rather a kind of...
A mixture of anger, speechlessness, and even a hint of helplessness of "as expected"?
No, it looks like it's coming towards me.
Are you mad at me? I quickly thought about it in my head. Uh, I thought, I didn't say anything wrong.
Subconsciously, I turned my head to look at Vermouth as if I was grabbing a life-saving straw.
The blonde beauty was patting my back lazily, with a playful smile on her lips, as if she was enjoying a good show.
As soon as I looked over, her slender white fingers immediately pinched my chin accurately, and with irresistible force, she forced my face to face Gin.
I can still feel the eerie touch of the calluses from her gun on my chin.
“Ah~” Vermouth’s voice was like velvet coated in honey, with a mischievous smile, “Little cutie, it’s no use looking at me at a time like this. I, your sister, can’t save you this time~”
She glanced at the tall, silver-haired man with a pointed look, and said with a hint of red lips, "What's the matter, Gin? You didn't tell Yingzi?"
The Riddler is here again, Sister Bay!
Tell what?
I blinked blankly, trying to make my expression look innocent and pure, and muttered softly in Gin's direction: "I, I don't know... I really don't know anything!"
The sound was particularly clear in the overly quiet box.
Gin let out a short snort of laughter, the sound as cold as an icicle scratching glass. "That's right. You know nothing, yet you dare to say anything."
Almost as a reflex, I replied modestly without even thinking: "Hey, it's okay, just average..."
This time, Gin was really pissed off by me and laughed. There was a distinct chill in his laughter: "Do you think I'm praising you?"
“Puff—” Vermouth laughed unabashedly. She looked at me with a loving look that said, “May the best for you.” She pinched my chin affectionately again, “This time, I really can’t help you~”
How is this any different from teasing a limp kitten?
Vermouth stood up gracefully, her skirt drawing a beautiful arc, and she walked towards the door gracefully in her high heels.
The beautiful woman's high heels tapped on the carpet, making a dull and rhythmic sound, and she did not forget to close the heavy box door completely with her backhand.
There was a soft "click" sound, which sounded like thunder in my ears in the overly silent enclosed space, shaking me so much that I shivered uncontrollably.
Maybe he anticipated that my life would be over!
The last time I was this scared... was the last time. Yes, in fact, I often make Gin angry, but I always dare to do it again next time. The main reason is that I don’t understand why Gin gets angry so easily!
I stiffly, slowly shifting my gaze from the tightly shut door, seemingly blocking any escape, back to the silent, silver-haired man. I strained the corners of my mouth upward, forcing a silly smile uglier than tears: "Hey... Big Brother?"
Gin said nothing, simply striding forward with his long legs, clad in straight black trousers, he approached me steadily and oppressively. His leather shoes made almost no sound on the thick carpet, but each step felt like a slap on my heart.
There was no way I could escape, so I closed my eyes reflexively and covered my head with both hands, shielding it as I howled, "Ahhhh, big brother, I don't know what I did wrong, but it must be my fault. Please don't hit me, even if you do, don't hit my head. I can't lose my intelligent brain!"
"you?"
He stopped.
What I fear most is actually this kind of thing. Either they beat me up directly, or they say they will let me go. It's like they have to decide whether to beat me or not... It's like the second boot that never falls!
I carefully opened my eyelids a little, and the first thing that caught my eye was a pair of spotlessly polished black leather shoes parked right in front of me, the shiny tips almost touching my toes.
For a very brief second, an inappropriate thought even crossed my mind: These shoes... are so clean... Does Brother Gin also polish his own shoes himself?
However, thinking of the dangerous situation I was in, my eyes cleared up in a second, and I raised my gaze timidly, little by little, along the straight black pants, passing over the slender waist wrapped in the black turtleneck sweater, and finally fixed on the face with sharp contours like a knife.
Gin's mouth was drawn into a cold line, his jawline drawn in tightly. He lowered his eyes slightly, his dark green eyes like a deep, frozen lake, churning with complex emotions that I couldn't understand and didn't dare delve into, thick and unmeltable.
Seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of taking action immediately, my tense nerves were just about to relax a little. I was planning to say a few cheesy love words to disgust him as usual, so that he would say "get out" in return. Then I could escape with a clear conscience, instead of waiting here for the second shoe.
Just as this thought came to mind, Gin raised his hand without warning!
I reacted quickly and lowered my head again, hugging my hands tighter to protect my head. I almost curled up like a shrimp, with my face pressed against my knees, and I was almost trembling.
The expected pain did not come.
Gin seemed to be showing mercy. He simply bent his index finger and, with his knuckle, tapped the top of my head, which I was holding tightly, neither lightly nor heavily. The force was more like a warning and punishment.
Then, his low, cold voice, with an unquestionable commanding tone, rang out: "Next time, stay away from her."
Are you asking me to stay away from Vermouth?
Logically, I should be like the most obedient baby at this moment, nodding my head immediately and giving the standard answer: "OK, got it, big brother, kiss!" However, I am not only an honest person (?), but also an honest person (??).
Stay away from Vermouth? I can't do that! That's Vermouth! She's currently the top two on the Black Organization's must-eat list!
Oh, so the question is, who's the top one? Need I ask? Of course, it's my eternal big brother! Looking around, no one in the Black Organization can even get Gin. It must be the precious top one.
Obviously, Gin also knew what kind of person I was. He didn't even need to wait for me to refuse. He let out a very soft, helpless sigh from his throat and said as if he had accepted his fate, "Forget it, I better not give you the chance to piss me off to death."
Me: “Hey.”
"He's pretty smart. He knows not to be tricked."
This sounded like a compliment, and it was the second time today that Gin had "praised" me for doing a good job. However, when it came out from Gin's thin lips, which usually contained a hint of sarcasm, it seemed as if it was automatically coated with a layer of ice, and the effect was greatly reduced. I really couldn't tell whether he was praising me or criticizing me.
No matter what, as a narcissistic guy like me, I will definitely choose to believe unconditionally that this is Brother Gin's deep affirmation of me.
I hummed, seemingly confident, but still protecting my head tightly, and said, "Of course, I always remember what Big Brother said."
I promised Brother Gin to keep it a secret and protect his reputation, and I did what I said!
After all... cough cough cough!
I cleared my throat, deliberately lowered my voice, and recited passionately in a sacred tone that was almost like an oath: "I raise the banner for Big Brother, and see who dares to be his enemy. Enemies surround me on all sides, and I am his sister, and even more so, his—one, banner!"
In my excitement, I even temporarily forgot about the danger. I took my right hand down from above my head, clenched my fist in mid-air, and tried my best to flex my non-existent biceps to show my strength and loyalty!
Gin: “…”
He was silent for a full two seconds, his eyes looking at some incomprehensible cosmic creature. Finally, in a tone that was a mixture of fatigue and "let it be destroyed," he said, "...I really don't want to scold you anymore."
"Then do you love me a little more?" I completely let down my guard and spoke directly, raising my head with a smile as beautiful as a flower, looking at him with shining eyes full of expectation.
Gin's jawline instantly tensed, like a fully drawn bowstring. His deep green eyes fixed on my face, his Adam's apple noticeably moving up and down. Then, suddenly, he pulled his lips together, revealing an extremely rare, slightly sinister, and dangerous smile.
When he smiled, I immediately became alert again. I quickly retracted my posture and tried to continue protecting my head, but Gin suddenly grabbed my wrist.
"Do you think," he leaned down, his oppressively handsome face approaching me, a dangerous light dancing in his dark green pupils, and asked with a half-smile, "that you and I are brother and sister?"
I was enveloped by his powerful aura and nodded tremblingly: "Brother, don't you recognize you as my brother? Then, then it's not impossible for father and daughter to be together. Just consider it a loss...Okay, you suffer too. If we both suffer, then no one will suffer—"
"Open the door, Yingzi."
Gin spoke each word with an icy tone, each syllable like an ice-hardened steel needle, piercing my eardrum.
With every word he spoke, my neck instinctively shrank until it shrank completely into a pitiful little quail.
The silver-haired man exuded a cold and low pressure, and he almost gritted his teeth to squeeze out the voice: "Don't force me to pry open your brain to find out what you think about every day."
A huge sense of grievance instantly overwhelmed me.
This means...big brother doesn't intend to acknowledge me as his sister (or daughter) anymore?!
How could I accept this? After all, I'd been assigned to Gin from the moment I could remember. While Gin was fierce, he was incredibly tolerant of my suicidal behavior. He saw through my deep-seated unease about not fitting in, and while he didn't realize I was uneasy because I'd just arrived in this world and suddenly become a Black Organization native, he patiently taught me many life-saving skills and rules.
It can be said that my fledgling complex is firmly tied to this cold and fierce man.
What's the matter with this? Gin doesn't even recognize me?
I am ready to provide for my elder brother in his old age!
If I had known this, I would have agreed to him without hesitation and would have stayed away from Vermouth, or at least not (actively) approach her anymore.
Sister Bei is precious, but Gin is even more valuable. If... there is no "If" at the moment. The most important thing right now is that I cannot be abandoned by Gin!!!
"You're imagining things again." Gin's patience had reached its peak after being driven to such extremes by my misfortune. He suppressed his surging anger, his voice terribly low. "Didn't I tell you, if you hear something, don't just assume it yourself, but ask me first?"
I suddenly raised my head, a small spark of hope rekindled in my eyes, and with a pout, I looked at him with wet eyes full of accusation and grievance.
"That woman Vermouth," Gin took a deep breath, as if trying hard to suppress the urge to knock my head open, but his hand finally couldn't help it and tapped my forehead again, neither lightly nor hard, "She saw through it a long time ago. Do you think you can hide it from her eyes?"
I was stunned.
Didn't Gin tell me not to tell anyone? Vermouth found out, and I didn't reveal the secret, but he didn't praise me? He's still angry?
And how did Vermouth discover this? It's so terrifying!
...Oh, never mind, that’s not important. What’s important is that I understand!
Yes! Just like he didn't want anyone in the organization to know we kissed, because it would ruin his image. He didn't want to expose it, but after hearing me try to distance myself from Vermouth, who knew all about it, Gin felt embarrassed and felt like I had messed up his performance?
What a twisted man.
But it doesn't matter, because he is Gin, so I can forgive everything.
And cooperate with everything.
At worst, I won’t actively publicize it in the future, but if there are still people like Vermouth who come to gossip, I will just admit it.
That's right, Gin is too much of a lone wolf in the Black Organization, and he has no scandals with anyone, which leads to the occasional appearance of Little 0 or even Little 1 in front of Gin.
Gin certainly doesn't want anyone to run up to that adult and yell, "Boss, your subordinate is gay", right?
In this situation, if a beautiful woman like me (?) were to live with Gin, seeing him every day, and nothing were to happen, even if Gin had great self-control, it wouldn't be justifiable...? No, if it were Gin, it would be perfectly justifiable. After all, Vermouth had hinted at him making cocktails so many times, but he wasn't interested.
Sorry, thinking about this, I seem to be a little bit arrogant again. Maybe Gin... doesn't like blondes! That's why he's not interested in Vermouth! His XP is brown hair, I understand, I won't dye it for a while.
Anyway, now I can continue to enjoy myself while acting as Gin's shield?
Ahem, don't think I'm at a disadvantage. I'm a member of the Black Organization. Privately, our Black Organization is so chaotic. Sleeping in and out every day is no problem. Kissing Gin, I'm still the winner!
In this way, when the Black Organization is destroyed in the future, or if I am luckier and can go home in the true sense, I can still brag, sister, I was the one who kissed Gin!
Gin couldn't possibly give me moral sentiments and status. He was Gin, how could he possibly fall in love with anyone? Especially me?
Of course, I don't care. Yes, it really has become the shape of the Black Organization~
My eyes lit up again and again, like the first incandescent lamp that was powered on, flashing with excitement and the light of "I get it".
"Don't act like you understand something." Gin keenly noticed the change in my eyes and sneered coldly, "I don't think you understand anything."
I said seriously, and to prove that I really understood, I even raised my voice: "I really understand this time!"
"Oh?" Gin raised his eyebrows slightly, full of sarcasm, "Then tell me, what do you understand?"
The hem of his black windbreaker drew a sharp arc in the air as he moved. At the same time, he reached out and rudely pushed away my other hand that was still loosely protecting my head, and then -
He ruffled my hair fiercely and with a hint of anger.
I heard the hairpin snap off my head. My head is probably a mess now, but how can I find the hairpin in such a mess?
This is my new hairpin. Although it costs less than two yuan in RMB, cheap things are precious!
Damn it! Tomorrow I must use Gin's card to buy two hairpins. They have to have diamonds, real diamonds, expensive ones! I want expensive ones!
"I understand." I continued to speak confidently despite my messy hair. I even shook my head proudly because of the expensive hairpins I had to buy tomorrow and what I was about to say. "I understand that Big Brother has also fallen for my charm!"
Gin: “…”
"Did I understand it correctly this time?" I was complacent, puffing out my chest with pride, with an expression that said, "Praise me for being smart."
Gin said nothing. He just grabbed the back of my neck with his big hands like he was holding a chick, and let me fall straight into his arms.
"Um...Brother?" My voice was muffled, coming from his waist and abdomen through the fabric of his clothes.
Yes, it’s what you understand, the abdominal muscles, it feels so comfortable to lay your face on them!
"It smells terrible." Gin's cold, disgusted voice came from above my head. At the same time, a large hand firmly grasped the back of my head, preventing me from raising my head.
"What's smelly?! Me?! How can a beautiful woman have a bad smell!" In an instant, my face turned red like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and I retorted loudly. Even the temptation of my abdominal muscles was temporarily overshadowed by my anger.
I'm a girl who smells good and takes a bath every day! Even if it's Gin, you can't slander me just because of the messy smell of the scene, no way!!!
"Perfume." Gin's voice became even colder, as if it had been quenched with ice. "Vermouth's perfume smells terrible."
He inserted his fingers into my hair and applied a little force, easily suppressing my symbolic struggle.
When I heard this, I instantly "understood" it!
The anger in my heart died down in an instant, replaced by a secret joy that I couldn't suppress.
I obediently buried my face deeper into the fabric of his clothes in front of his abdominal muscles, a big smile on my face, and my voice was filled with a bit of sweet coquettishness: "Brother...you are really something."
So, male chauvinism can also flare up at times like this... Is this considered... some form of possessiveness? Even if he doesn't like me, because I'm his nominal (?) "shield," he won't allow me to be stained by other women... especially the scent of Vermouth?
but……
I asked in a rather unpleasant tone, "Will this really not get my perfume on you?"
Gin gently pulled my hair and let it go before I could cry out in pain. He sneered, "If you don't know how to speak, you can shut up."
I wanted to ask, "Can you please shut up for me?" But I decided to cherish the present moment and spend more time with my brother's abs instead of gambling.
It's just, um...
Before I could react to what was wrong, Gin let go of me and said, "Let's go."
78.
The narrow corridor leading to the emergency exit on the second floor of the bar was even less well-lit than the private room. Only a single emergency light on the wall emitted a bleak green glow, barely dispelling a small patch of dense darkness.
A graceful figure leaned lazily against the shadow of the wall, almost blending into the darkness. Only when the silver-haired man approached did the shadow waver slightly.
A scarlet light flickered in the darkness, and the red lips in the shadows slowly raised a meaningful arc, and the smoky voice with a hint of lazy hoarseness sounded: "Gin"
Gin paused, the shadow from his hat brim almost completely obscuring the upper half of his face, revealing only his thin, tightly pursed lips and a hard, cold jaw. He tilted his head, his gaze piercing the woman in the shadows like a concrete icicle, his tone filled with undisguised disdain: "Why are you still here?"
His voice was low, evoking a cold echo in the silent corridor: "Shouldn't it be time to report your 'work' to that adult?"
Vermouth laughed softly, and she stood up slowly from her leaning position. The stilettos of her high heels tapped on the wooden floor, making a clear and aggressive sound.
She stepped completely out of the shadows, the pale green light outlining her exquisite curves and dazzling golden wavy hair.
"After all," she blew out a beautiful smoke ring, her sapphire eyes gleaming cunningly in the haze, "I reached a 'consensus' with you before. Boss, I naturally won't betray our 'agreement'."
She deliberately emphasized the word "agreement" with a hint of playfulness.
She paced slowly around him, her eyes wandering over him unconcealedly, finally landing on his expressionless face, hidden by his hat brim and silver hair...
Vermouth stopped and stood in front of him. She stretched out her fingers and casually twirled a strand of her golden hair. The curve of her red lips was filled with unceremonious scrutiny and a hint of mockery.
"It seems... that's not going to work."
Gin's eyes were like a cold blade, glancing at her accurately through the shadow of his hat brim. There was no warmth in his eyes, only a warning of being offended.
Vermouth showed no fear. Instead, she leaned forward, so close she could almost feel the chill emanating from him. She observed with interest every inch of muscle on Gin's face that might reveal his emotions, but his face remained as solid as rock, motionless.
However, she did smell something familiar. Her eyebrows raised slightly, and with a knowing look, she said, "To be honest, I'm still very curious. Weren't you... quite against the organization's arrangements before?"
Her fingertips gently touched her red lips, her eyes inquiring: "Why did you change your mind so quickly?"
Gin still didn't respond, but she didn't get annoyed. She just paused and continued, "But I still have to remind you, even though we live under the same roof now...it's not time yet."
The air pressure around Gin instantly dropped several degrees, and he said coldly: "I don't need you to remind me of this."
“Oh, yes, I almost forgot.” As if she had just remembered what Gin had said before, Vermouth laughed out loud as if she had suddenly realized something. Her voice was exaggerated and strange, and her watery blue eyes were full of mischief. “Master Gin, you have your own… pride.”
She deliberately prolonged the ending of "proud".
Not bothering to pay attention to the provocative words of the woman in front of him, Gin looked at her expressionlessly and coldly ordered her to leave: "If you stayed here just to say these nonsense to me, then you can-"
"Ah, even if you chase me away, I'm going to finish what I'm saying." Vermouth winked at Gin with her right eye, a charming glance that would have captivated most men, but it was a pity that it was thrown to an iceberg. Gin didn't even flutter his eyelashes, showing no reaction.
Vermouth sighed inwardly. If Eiko had been here when she opened the door, seeing her wink, she would have probably covered her heart with her hands, exaggeratedly screamed "Ah, I'm dead!", and then "accidentally" fell into her arms. Gin, this guy, really is too boring.
She pretended to sigh and shook her head, as if she felt sorry for a man who didn't understand romance. Then she quickly got back to the point, her tone becoming more serious, with a hint of warning: "Don't blame me for not warning you, Gin."
She lowered her voice slightly, her eyes becoming sharp, "The way Yingzi is looking at you now..."
She paused deliberately, observing Gin's reaction, before slowly saying the second half of the sentence: "It's not much different from looking at me."
...At most, the sense of attachment is stronger?
After saying this thunderous statement, Vermouth turned around without any regrets, like an elegant hunter who had completed her mission.
In the words of Kaimen Yingzi, a real woman never looks back at the explosion.
Thinking of this, she chuckled softly, and walked gracefully towards the deeper darkness at the other end of the corridor in her high heels, not caring at all about the terrifying low pressure that suddenly exploded from the man behind her and almost froze the entire corridor into an ice cellar.
Gin stood there, and after a few seconds, he slowly lowered his head and looked at his left hand which had been clenched loosely.
The palm of her hand was open, and inside it lay a small red bow hairpin - it was the cheap little thing that had fallen from some idiot's head before.
Under the bleak green light, the bright red color appeared so abrupt and fragile on the man's cold white palm.
Suddenly, a very low, deep, and ambiguous hum escaped from his throat and echoed in the empty and silent corridor with a creepy certainty.
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The author has something to say: I may be a bit talkative, but I still have to explain. Our Yingzi is a blockhead, and a bit stubborn. She was really in the mood to have some fun because Gin was so scary in the first chapter, and she never thought that Gin would like her. As for why the eldest brother... I don't know if it was hinted at, but the eldest brother saw that Yingzi's feelings for him were not the kind of serious love between men and women. Of course, he didn't know that Yingzi still maintained an obsession with paper people, but the eldest brother didn't care. The eldest brother has plenty of strength (?) and means (?). Those who think it's too ooc can quit reading. This is a silly if line. The eldest brother's logic is consistent in my opinion. I try my best to avoid it, but some ooc is really inevitable [hands][hands][hands]
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The embarrassing end of the trap, but luckily the debt is not too much, so I cleaned up and started paying off the debt in reverse order [dog head holding a rose]
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Current debt:
Receipt: 1
Nutrient solution: 2
Collection: 1+1=2
Throwing a mine: 1-1=0
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