Chapter 90 Chapter 90 "Zhen, let's talk." ...
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What he said...
The warning came just in time; I immediately gave up the idea of contacting Bourbon.
It was obvious that Gin was determined to lock me up and not allow anyone to come to my rescue. Whoever I went to for help would become the target of Gin's anger.
And because of the previous experience with Scotland, Gin might also think that there are undercover agents in the Black Organization besides Scotland, and maybe the person I contact next will be the undercover agent.
In this case, Bourbon must not be contacted.
Neither can Lei.
Even though his undercover identity will be exposed next year, and even though I really want to see him kick the door and say "FBI, open the door".
Forget it, let’s not harm them. No matter whether Gin will find out that they are undercover agents, it will be uncomfortable enough to be targeted by Gin.
Oh, in that case, shouldn't I contact the most irrelevant person...
It’s not about saying Cao Cao Cao has arrived, but about thinking about Cao Cao Cao has arrived.
When Vodka pushed the door open, I was sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor not far from the entrance. One hand held my phone, the screen frozen on the chat screen between Vodka and me, and the other hand rested on my cheek.
As soon as I saw him, my eyes lit up.
Vodka, who came over with a takeaway box, said subconsciously: "Yingzi, don't sit on the ground."
Well, no matter who it is, why does he want to control me and not let me sit on the ground?
—Wait, isn't it just gin and vodka that mattered to me when I sat on the floor? Why would I…
Never mind, it doesn’t matter.
I said nothing, but slowly gave him a perfect smile.
A perfect smile showing eight teeth, the kind that is so standard that it can be included in etiquette textbooks.
Vodka was so frightened that he took a big step backward and staggered so much that he almost tripped over his left foot and fell.
He suddenly realized something, perhaps worried I'd scare him and run away. He hurried back, slammed the door, and leaned against it nervously, stammering, "Ying, Yingzi, did I offend you?"
I continued to smile at him.
Vodka was frightened by my gaze. His expression was unclear under his sunglasses, but his voice was obviously weaker: "You, you can't take your anger out on me just because Big Brother put you in solitary confinement..."
He paused, then continued to make amends for his respected elder brother: "And this is also for your own good."
I raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"
That's interesting. I'd love to know how Gin explained my grounding to Vodka. Did he just tell his buddies that I was too close to and working with Scotland the Rat?
...I knew that gin still prefers vodka!
Vodka continued to wear sunglasses on his nose. I couldn't see any change in his eyes. He said without any guilt, "I don't know how you made Big Brother angry, but Big Brother must be doing this for your own good."
The smile on my face gradually faded: "That's it?"
Vodka hesitated: "Yingzi, don't be angry. Big Brother really did this for your own good. You don't know, Boss and Rum are very angry because Scotland ran away, and because..."
"And because Scotland also took away the Miyano sisters, someone asked me to do it?" I sneered, "Do I have such great power? Gin locked me up for this?"
"No one suspects you now, but, that's also for your own good..." Vodka's voice became smaller and smaller.
I said expressionlessly, "Locked me up for my own good without saying a word. This is exactly what Gin-sama has always done."
Of course I know Gin is doing this for my own good.
Gin seemed to leave with a cold face, but before he left he told me clearly that he was going to finish things for me. I'm not a fool, and I figured it out after I calmed down.
Gin would guess that I had something to do with Scotland's escape, not only because I showed him a flaw that he could see at a glance, but also because Scotland and I have a good relationship - or rather, I have a good relationship with the new handsome guys Whisky. If this alone is not enough to make people suspect me, then the fact that Scotland deliberately took the Miyano sisters with him when he escaped is too suspicious.
The key point is what happens later. As everyone knows, Miyano Akemi and I have a good relationship, and Shirley has the best relationship with me in the Black Organization.
According to the Black Organization's principle of rather killing someone innocently than letting them go, even if the higher-ups think of me as a useless waste and have never suspected that I have such great power, I should still go to the interrogation room for a walk.
Gin locked me up, and from the perspective of the organization's top management, it was a selfish "interrogation" on his part... and a disguised form of protection.
But--
This doesn't make me angry at all.
What makes me angry is that Gin is always like this. He never says anything and has to wait for me to realize that his behavior is for my own good.
But... if this so-called "doing it for my own good" were our relationship in the past, I would definitely be grateful and spread the word that Gin is a good leader...
However, not now.
We are already in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, and Gin has simply tacitly admitted that he is a little attracted to me. In order to clean up the mess for me, he would even do something that is considered OOC and not absolutely loyal to the Black Organization.
I don't care, I'm unhappy.
This feeling of being kept in the dark and treated as a child who needs to be disciplined makes me feel very uncomfortable. What I want is equal communication, for him to tell me his thoughts and plans honestly, rather than being unilaterally "protected" and "arranged" in this way.
I've said it before, although I used to be Gin's bootlicker and that hasn't changed, but but but!
The initiative has always been in our hands!
How could it be Gin who locked me up? Shouldn't it be me who locked Gin up???
Even if this is Gin's personality, I can't tolerate it.
I'm too lazy to even bother wondering what Gin's refusing to tell me; it's probably related to my deceased parents. Binga's research for me turned up nothing, except that Brandy is indeed a woman. And since I look so much like Brandy, it's clear we're related. It seems she's definitely my mother. Gin's keeping it a secret from me, probably because, just like the fact that Brandy's existence is so secretive within the Black Organization and Binga's difficulty in investigating, there might be a hidden reason behind her death. He doesn't want me to know.
What I have to do now is to find a way to make Gin more honest with me, or at least discuss it with me before doing anything "for my own good".
Just like the current situation, if I hadn't reacted quickly, this imprisonment drama might have turned into a "I run and he chases me, and I can't escape even with wings" wife-chasing crematorium.
He can't think that I can react every time, right?
No, he must be "trained".
as well as……
How did he finish it for me? Did he really go to track down Scotland and the Miyano sisters?
I stared at Vodka, the nameless anger in my heart growing stronger and stronger. Since Gin refused to tell me the truth, I could at least get some information out of Vodka, right?
"Vodka." I slowed down my tone, trying to appear calmer. "What else did Gin say when he left?"
Vodka looked at me warily, his sunglasses reflecting the light: "Big brother told me to keep an eye on you and not let you run around."
"What else?" I pressed on, "What else did he say about Scotland, Mingmei, and Shirley?"
Vodka shook his head: "Brother didn't say that much. Yingzi, just stay here and wait for Brother to finish his business and come back."
By the time the gin comes out, the daylily will be cold. What if something really happens to Scotland?
What if Gin goes to the police’s lair alone and gets injured?
I took a deep breath and decided to change my approach: "Vodka, could you please give Gin a message for me?"
Vodka immediately shook his head: "Big Brother said that you can't contact the outside world."
"Nonsense! I have my phone in my hand, how could I not be in contact with the outside world?" I slapped the phone in my hand vigorously. "Forget it, if you don't tell me, I'll tell you, I'm going to look for Gin."
Yes, I contacted Gin directly. He sent me a message and he definitely didn’t block me.
I was also confused and kept arguing with vodka for a long time.
I started calling Gin frantically, but he didn't answer any of the calls.
So I started bombarding him with messages like crazy, asking him to come home and see me as soon as possible, otherwise I would burn his house down.
Vodka hesitated to speak, but years of experience told him that stopping me at this time would only bring disaster upon himself. So, the mature Vodka chose to put the takeout box on the bar next to the entrance, and walked out backwards while saying, "Eat first, don't starve yourself."
71.
I don’t know how long it was, but when I was curled up on the bed with my legs hugged, staring at the wall opposite in a daze, there was finally a slight "click" from the bedroom door lock.
I remained seated on the bed, knees hugged, without moving, only raising my eyes. The room was lit by a single dim wall lamp, casting a warm, yet limited, glow in the corner, while the majority of the space remained shrouded in shadow.
——It looked a bit pitiful, but in fact, as soon as I heard him open the door, I turned off my phone and stuffed it under the pillow.
——Extremely skilled and has extensive experience in this area.
——Actually, I was wondering if I could get a projector here to project the image directly onto the opposite wall. What would the effect be? Do I need to buy a screen?
Gin pushed the door open and walked in.
He took off his iconic black trench coat as soon as he entered the house, and was now only wearing a green turtleneck sweater underneath. His long silver hair seemed a little more messy than when he left, and he had a dusty air. There was a barely perceptible fatigue on his stern face, but in the dim light, his dark green eyes were still as sharp as ever.
He didn't even ask if I was staying still, nor did he care why I was sitting in the dark with only the wall lamp on. He just walked straight to the bed and then, to my surprise, leaned over, opened his arms, and directly wrapped his arms around me and held me in his arms.
His movements weren't particularly gentle, carrying his usual... undeniable strength, but his embrace was warm. His chin rested lightly on the top of my head, and I could smell his scent, a mixture of the cold air from outside and a hint of gunpowder and tobacco.
My body stiffened for a moment. I didn't struggle or respond. I just let him hold me silently.
It's common knowledge that I'm very comfortable to hold. Vermouth used to brag to Gin about how much she could let go of her worries by holding me. Gin used to scoff at her, but then...
The room was silent, the only sound being our combined breathing. He held me like this, his arms tightening a little, as if to acknowledge my presence. After a moment, I felt his lips begin to gently rub the side of my neck, with a subtle tickling sensation and a growing intimacy.
Just as his kiss was about to become more aggressive, I spoke, my voice a little dry from not speaking for a long time:
"Zhen, let's talk."
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