Chapter 97 Chapter 97 "Go home."
91.
I spoke in a low voice, so that only the two of us could hear it, and my tone was as calm as if we were discussing tonight's weather.
Lei seemed caught off guard by my direct question, directed at him personally. Thanks to my years of experience, I could even discern the slight tightening of his fingers around the wine glass, the fleeting flash of surprise in his eyes, and the subsequent overshadowing of his complexities.
Alas, but honestly, so what?
Gin has other plans for me, but what about Lei?
That kind of talk again.
It's boring to keep emphasizing this over and over again.
In the adult world, nothing good happens without a reason, especially in this world's Black Organization. I'm not the heroine with the halo and golden fingers, nor am I a paper figure, so I know what's going on.
Ley first approached me... well, not the first time, he helped me the first two times... The first time, he definitely didn't know my true identity, but he helped me because of his own identity, as an ace investigator of the FBI, so he naturally couldn't let a thief steal things from foreigners and get away with it.
But his subsequent approach to me, whether offering help in the bar as a complete stranger or later showing me kindness, offering to chat and help me, was clearly hoping to gain more information about the organization... about gin, through me, a small bartender who, despite being a peripheral member, had a close relationship with gin. He was like this, as were Bourbon and Scotland. And it wasn't just them; there were also many people within the organization, even at the bar, who approached me in hopes of climbing higher in the organization.
I know this very well.
However, what I know even more clearly is that people’s hearts can change.
Take Lei for example, he is not a heartless guy. I can feel that he is getting along with me sincerely, so even if I know that he is approaching me with an ulterior motive, what can I do?
For me, the reasons may be important, but they are not everything. As long as the final result, the "good" he gives is real, at least at a certain moment and to a certain extent, that is enough.
I'm no longer the child who pursues absolute sincerity and black and white. To put it more artistically, I've long since learned to grasp any possible light in the darkness, without dwelling too much on why that light was originally lit.
As for gin...
This was especially true for Gin. Of course, I'd known for a long time that he was kind to me for other reasons, from the very beginning. If there weren't other reasons, why would he have held his nose and not killed a worthless person like me? And now I can guess that the reason he was forced to be kind to me was probably because my mother was Brandy, a hero who "sacrificed heroically" for the Black Organization? An organization that always advocated for blood ties above all else wouldn't let me die so easily.
However, I also knew from the beginning that his kindness to me, his protection and indulgence, were not fake. Now I know even more that his feelings for me are not fake either.
So, what's the point in dwelling on and worrying about whether there's "another agenda"? To be frank, for someone like me who isn't just a paper man, it's hard to say how long I can survive in this world, so why bother worrying about so-called absolute sincerity?
After a few seconds of suffocating silence, the astonishment and complexity on his face gradually faded, and instead, he... with a bit of self-mockery and helplessness... moved the muscles at the corners of his mouth.
He didn't answer my question.
He simply raised the classic glass in his hand and downed the rye Manhattan I had specially blended. His Adam's apple rolled as he set the glass down, the bottom of the glass making a crisp "tap" sound as it touched the bar.
"The wine is good." He whispered, then stood up, without looking at me again, turned around and blended into the crowd in the bar that was gradually becoming lively.
92.
The next night, it was long past closing time and everyone had left, leaving me alone on a high stool at the bar, my fingers unconsciously swiping at my phone screen.
The screen shows my chat with Gin, frozen at the message I sent a few hours ago:
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: "Come on! We're closing time! Are you here yet?"]
[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: Cat peeking out, gif]
[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: Waves~waves~waves]
[Beautiful girl Yingyingzi: feeling wronged and crying.jpg]
The above is a concise message he sent earlier: [I'll pick you up later.]
The following is the "Man, I'm waiting for you" emoticon package that I bombarded every few minutes. However, "later" has already arrived, and there is no sign of Gin, not to mention that he hasn't even read it.
I stared at the motionless screen, my cheeks puffed up with anger, like an inflated pufferfish.
Damn it, what kind of mission is it that Gin has to handle it personally!
But, despite all my complaints, I was still prepared to sleep in the attic for another night. It was okay, my little nest was still cozy and comfortable, even if Gin didn't come back.
He wouldn't be in any danger anyway.
After all, he is Gin!
I exhaled the air in my mouth and began to tap rapidly on the screen. My tone instantly changed from the previous coquettish complaints to a virtuous and considerate mode:
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Zhen, are you still busy? It's okay, no need to worry! I can just sleep in the bar for one more night.]
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Don't drive overnight just to meet deadlines! Always pay attention to safety! The mission is important, but safety is even more important!]
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: Oh, don't let Vodka drive overnight in a hurry!]
[Beautiful girl Ying Yingzi: (love) (hug)]
After posting it, I looked at my own sensible, understanding and considerate speech and nodded with satisfaction.
Well, wouldn’t this make Gin crazy?
The little abacus in his mind was clattering, and the expression on his face changed from gloomy to bright, and even had a hint of a sly smile.
I put away my phone and was about to get up and close the door completely, but the glass door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
The sound of the door opening was particularly clear in the silent space.
I subconsciously looked up—
Gin's tall figure stood at the doorway, carrying the cool night air from outside. He was still wearing his black trench coat, the collar slightly open. His long silver hair seemed to have been blown a little messy by the night wind, a few strands falling across his forehead, adding a touch of unruly wildness. A subtle trace of fatigue lingered on his face, but his dark green eyes, the moment they saw me, were as sharp as ever, even... a little brighter than usual.
"Let's go," he said, not even coming in. He just stood at the door and held out his hand to me. "Let's go home."
I froze and blinked, almost thinking I was hallucinating.
Didn't he reply? Shouldn't he be somewhere far away, busy tacking on his car or driving like crazy? Why... did he suddenly appear?
But my body moved faster than my brain. Almost the second after he finished speaking, I jumped off the stool and ran towards the figure at the door with my arms spread out like a moth.
When I was still two steps away from him, I suddenly jumped up and threw myself on him with great precision. My arms tightly wrapped around his neck, and my legs subconsciously wrapped around his thin waist.
"Zhen!" I buried my face in the crook of his neck, which was filled with a cold breath and a faint smell of gunpowder, and rubbed it hard, my voice full of joy and dependence, "I missed you!"
Gin held me firmly, bearing my weight easily.
He didn't say anything, but responded to my "missing" with actions.
He lowered his head and captured my lips with precision.
It was a kiss that carried the cold air from outside and the smell of tobacco, yet it was unusually hot and deep.
After the kiss, Gin rested his forehead against mine, his breathing becoming heavier, our hot breaths intertwined. He looked at my lips, which were red and moist from the kiss, and my misty eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.
"Go home." He repeated again, his voice even hoarse and deeper than before, with some unspoken hint.
93
Vodka was tactful enough not to follow us into the house, but the moment the door closed behind us, all the restraint and forbearance seemed to find an outlet.
As the saying goes, a short absence makes a new marriage better...
From the entrance to the living room, and then to the bedroom, clothes were scattered all over the floor, like the traces left after a fierce battle. His kisses and caresses were filled with an even greater eagerness and possessiveness than usual, as if he wanted to completely fill the void of this period in this way.
...even though it was less than two days at most.
When everything finally settled, the only sounds in the bedroom were our gradually calming breathing and heartbeats. Like a cat with all its bones taken out, I collapsed limply on the messy mattress, my body utterly limp. My consciousness, overwhelmed by exhaustion and satisfaction, began to blur, and I slipped into the abyss of sleep.
Just before I was about to sink completely into darkness, a warm big hand covered my sweaty waist, and the fingertips with thin calluses stroked the sensitive skin lightly and rhythmically.
Gin's low voice echoed in the silent room, with a hoarseness afterward and a hint of emotionless calmness, like a stone thrown into a calm lake:
"Yesterday... Lei came to see you?"
My eyelids felt so heavy as if they were weighed down by lead that I couldn't even lift them. When I heard this question...
I used up all my remaining strength to barely open my eyes, staring at his sharply defined profile with blurry vision, and muttering something heavy with sleepiness and dissatisfaction from my throat:
"...Don't... force me... to scold you... at the happiest moment..."
The voice was muffled, but it accurately expressed my protest.
You have to mention Lei, as if you're afraid that I don't know that the bar is full of your spies, or guys who volunteer to be your spies just to please you?
Gin seemed stunned for a moment, and then I felt a slight vibration in his chest... He actually laughed softly.
?
Gin's laughter at this moment was different from the cold sarcasm he usually showed to others. Instead, it carried a real...pleasure of being pleased.
"Your courage..." His fingers slid to my cheek and pinched it gently, "You're really getting bigger and bigger."
You still dare to laugh!
I gritted my teeth in anger, then instinctively tilted my head back and bit down on his strong jaw. Not too hard, but enough to leave a shallow bite mark, like a little animal asserting its dominance, or perhaps venting its frustration at being disturbed and having its sleep interrupted.
"It's good that you... know..." I mumbled incoherently, loosened my teeth, and fell back into the pillow weakly, my consciousness becoming even more blurred. "He also said that... if he wanted to be jealous... he should just say it... but I... won't do it with you... again... I'm so tired..."
The last few words were almost spoken with a mixture of tiredness and a playful refusal.
However, my unconscious complaint and refusal seemed to have pressed a dangerous switch.
The hand on my waist suddenly tightened a little.
I felt Gin's body tense slightly. He lowered his head, and his warm breath brushed against my ear. In the darkness, even with my eyes closed, I could feel his dark green eyes suddenly darkening, locking onto me.
His deep voice sounded again, slowly, with a hunting-like patience and a dangerous sense of determination... close to my sensitive ear bone, word by word, clearly transmitted into my consciousness that was about to be completely captured by sleep:
"You can...rest."
His lips brushed my earlobe lightly.
"Don't move."
"I'll do it."
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Author's Note: I originally wanted to write about Lei's true identity being revealed... but I'm so tired. I looked in the mirror today and realized my dark circles are so heavy! The sky is falling!!!
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