Chapter 22 Chapter 22 "The struggle among the crown princes has always been like this."...
55.
Sorry, it felt so good to lean against Gin's chest that I forgot for a moment that there was a third person in the living room.
No, why should I be embarrassed?
Even if we take a step back, is Vodka not at fault? Who made him so invisible that he didn't even notice anyone before he spoke?
Also, who made him suddenly speak at this time? He should have left quietly and not made any noise...
Don’t remind Gin that I picked out this dress, help me!!!
Gin wouldn't kill me for this, but he'd probably withdraw his card. Just thinking about it makes me so heartbroken, so heartbroken I can't breathe.
I never thought Vodka was a silly character, but he was actually stunned and asked me, "Didn't you use your eyes to hint that if Big Brother threw you, you would help me?"
Gin scoffed, "When did I ever say I was going to throw her away?"
Okay, okay, the topic has changed. I was overjoyed and nodded frantically in agreement: "That's right, Brother Gin is so good, how could he abandon me? He can't bear to -"
Gin immediately took me out of his arms with a look of disgust and threw me accurately in the direction of Vodka: "Oh, then I'll throw it away."
I was completely bewildered when Vodka, quick-witted and quick-handed, grabbed my arm, saving me from the awkwardness of falling to my knees. Vodka, who had grabbed me, snorted smugly, "I told you I was useful, right?"
I stood up angrily, relying on Vodka's hand. I was so angry that the anger and shame clouded my head, so much so that I didn't even have the courage to stand firm and glare at Gin.
That's too bad, I'm going to stare at you.jpg
But once I saw Gin's expression, I didn't dare to do it again. It wasn't because of my brother's murderous aura that brought back my sanity, but mainly because...
Gin, who had mercilessly thrown me out, had long, silver hair draped over his broad shoulders. Because of the motion, a few strands of hair had fallen onto the silk fabric of his black shirt. The silk was so fine that even under the sunlight filtering through the window screen, it had a fluid sheen, like a deep, quiet pool.
My eyes uncontrollably wandered over the sturdy figure outlined by silk, a loyal fabric that could not hide anything, the tall and straight chest, the tight and strong waistline, and the smooth muscle contours revealed by the arms casually draped on the sofa.
At first glance, Gin's eyes looked at me without any fluctuations, still as calm as a deep pool, a bit like the clothes he was wearing, but there seemed to be a hint of barely perceptible interest.
Noticing my subconscious quivering eyelashes after meeting his gaze, he narrowed his long eyes slightly and tilted his head slightly. His silver hair fell a little with the movement. Normally, on anyone else, this gesture would seem natural and relaxed, perhaps even endearing. But on Gin, with his cold, hard profile... if I had to call it relaxed, it would only be a touch of dangerous elegance. Cute? It should be something that's frighteningly cute.
Especially when the corners of his lips also slowly curled up into a tiny arc.
Almost at first glance, I knew that his smile was the kind of complacency about being in control of the situation, and a bit of a bad joke.
Under normal circumstances, faced with this situation, a person with backbone should be even more angry and protest something like "Don't look down on me" blablabla.
That's not me, I'm spineless. But compared to being spineless, now, when I see Gin wearing a matching shirt and looking so dangerous and charming, I only have one thought:
As expected, Gin is so handsome, he must be a natural clothes hanger.
Oh, wrong, cross it out.
The biggest thought in my mind is...
Absolutely not! Don't! Let Gin know! His clothes! Are my purchases!!!
The focus of my eyes was on the clothes. I didn't brag about my good taste in clothes like I used to. I chose to keep silent about the clothes, pouting and complaining, changing the subject: "Brother, how could you abandon me on the first day of the new year?"
"Aren't you also angry with me on the first day of the new year?"
"Hey, big brother, you're lucky! I made you angry on the first day of the new year, and you'll be angry for the rest of the days...be full of energy!" After speaking shamelessly and thick-skinnedly, I took advantage of the fact that Gin couldn't pick me up quickly at this time, and before Gin stood up, I chose to run back to the room, and didn't forget to tell him not to open my door on the way out.
"I'm going to change my clothes, and we'll go out and play together later!"
56.
I was wrong. I really shouldn't have taken the initiative to ask Gin and Vodka to go out with them.
I was looking forward to the snowball fight, but it didn't happen. Vodka was right, the snow was indeed too light and stopped too early, so there was not enough snowball fight.
There was no shopping trip that I was looking forward to.
Instead, it is——
Gin officially started taking me on missions.
In response, Vodka said proudly: "Now Yingzi also completes the task on the first day of the new year."
I closed my eyes: "..."
Vodka continued, "That's great. Yingzi will be able to join us on missions for the next year."
I deadpanned, “Pfft.”
Gin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, heard such an indecent sound and immediately turned to look at me with a frown.
The one with a sour face said: "What's that sound?"
My lips suddenly pursed, my tongue curled in my mouth, I lowered my head, and couldn't help but stick out my tongue embarrassedly.
Help me, how is Gin different from an old father who would scold his daughter for bad habits?
I'm so awesome, even Gin can make my dad look good.
In fact, Dad was just my misunderstanding. Gin was still the cold-blooded guy. It happened again yesterday. He asked Vodka to stop the car again and asked me to get out to talk.
I tried to struggle. "That's bad, right? What if he has a gun? What if he tries to beat me with his bare hands? What if he ignores me?"
I'm sorry, brother. Maybe you are a good person, but your bald and fierce appearance will make me spread rumors.
In response, Gin opened his thin lips and spat out two cold words: "Waste."
I knew Gin's taunt was meant to mock me for being so poor at martial arts, having spent so long in the Black Organization, and having no gun skills or self-defense skills, that I'd still be worried about danger. After all, why would a Black Organization member be afraid to talk to someone during a mission? It should be the other party who's afraid.
I turned a deaf ear to him and continued to speak, "Brother, yesterday you said you wanted to raise a clownfish. I calculated with my fingers and knew you must be hinting at me. After all, in your heart, I am both a clown and a fish. Can you bear to let your clownfish take risks?"
Gin snorted coldly: "I can't bear it."
I immediately held my heart: "Oh, no——"
"Stop pretending and get down quickly." Gin rolled his eyes helplessly as I tried to blink. "Are you doubting me?"
"That's right, Yingzi, don't be afraid. If that man dared to attack you, he would have been shot dead by Brother Gin before he even touched you." Vodka pointed at the sniper rifle next to Gin, and Gin was completely sure of it.
Gin looked at Vodka with satisfaction.
It makes my fist itch.
Reluctantly, I got off the car, mainly because the current situation was really familiar, as if it was happening again yesterday.
It wasn't like I would forget what Gin said once I fell asleep. I took a deep breath and set out on my journey.
57.
Gin, who had listened to the entire process in the car via a bug, understood my nature very well. After I opened the car door and sat back down, he praised me again, saying, "Well done."
"But, uh, brother, I don't quite understand." I frowned in confusion. "Is what you heard really useful? I feel like it's all nonsense. Is it really useful to the organization?"
Gin said calmly, "A lot of times I wonder if you are really stupid or if you are just pretending not to know."
My eyes couldn't help but dilate slightly.
Gin, who had his back to me, immediately said, "Forget it, you're overthinking it. You're really stupid."
I immediately gave him a deadpan look. "Wow, big brother, how could you say that to me? I'm very smart, okay? Ahem, let me introduce myself. I've been able to breathe independently since I was little, I can eat at least three meals a day, I know to run inside on rainy days, and I won't just pick up things on the ground to eat. I can even use my smartphone, I have a very good temper, no violent tendencies, and a promising future. So, what do you think? Am I very smart? I hope that next time you're choosing a spouse, big brother Gin, you'll give me priority."
Something seemed off about the air, and my nostrils twitched sharply as I quickly retracted my sentence: "Oh, the latter part isn't important. What's important is that I'm smart."
The stagnant atmosphere was finally broken by Gin's cold snort.
"drive."
Damn, why do I feel like I’m outdone by vodka?
No, I can't lose!
58.
Gin was probably testing my rapport and intuition today, testing the extent to which I could extract information and how much I could gather. So, in one afternoon, he had me question ten people, men and women, young and old. But Gin wasn't one to waste resources. He didn't just pick people randomly. If you think about it, every single one of the odd things he asked me to question revealed during the conversations all seemed suspiciously related to the Black Organization.
Gin was very satisfied with my performance, so he even took Vodka and me out for a big meal.
It's a very expensive, high-end restaurant that requires a dress code, but it's probably owned by the Black Organization because I saw photos of Vermouth eating at this restaurant on her social media.
Our table was by the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing us to overlook the entire city of Tokyo while dining. Tokyo seemed even more bustling on New Year's Day, but I had no time to dwell on it.
As soon as the waiter led us to the table, I took over the waiter's work and grabbed the chair back when the waiter stretched out his hand. I pulled the chair back open, turned my arm and wrist, saluted in the air, and respectfully asked Gin to sit down.
Gin raised his eyebrows and glanced at me slightly strangely.
I looked back at him seriously, my smile growing even wider and more fawning: "Brother, please sit down."
Gin finally nodded after I signaled him frantically.
My eyes were almost curved with laughter, and I even stood on tiptoe to help Gin take off his clothes.
Gin paused in taking off his windbreaker, sighed helplessly, and despite his tall stature, cooperated with me and asked me to help him take off his black windbreaker.
I handed the windbreaker to the waiter who had been robbed of the job of moving the chair, and waved my hand to let him hang it up. I gritted my teeth again and exerted force to put Gin's chair back into the right position.
Before the meal officially started, I almost took over all the waiter's work. I was the one who happily got up from my chair to serve the aperitif, took the wine glass from the tray in the waiter's hand, and handed it to Gin.
After the main course started to be served, I sat down steadily, no longer giving the waiter a look of shock as if his job was in jeopardy, and raised my glass to Gin with a smile: "Brother, I toast to you!"
Gin shook the glass, his eyes flickering, before he gently placed his lips on the glass: "Tell me, what's the matter."
"What could possibly happen to me? Hehe, but I do have something to do." I laughed twice and scratched the back of my head. "Hey, big brother, did I do well today?"
Gin hummed in disbelief.
The smile on my lips deepened: "Then I am great."
Gin didn't want to answer, but my eyes were really bright, so he nodded slightly.
I pressed the issue further, revealing my true intentions and starting to criticize him: "So am I more attentive, more filial... more considerate than Vodka?"
He watched all the vodka with confusion: "Huh?"
Gin's expression for a moment was very complicated. If I had to translate it, according to my understanding, it means "I knew it."
I raised my voice: "Is that so?"
Gin shook off the goosebumps on his body with an expressionless face.
I stepped up: "Brother?"
Gin whispered, probably because he was afraid of being disgusted by me: "I guess so."
Vodka: “Huh???”
I proudly puffed out my chest, glancing at Vodka with a noble and cold look, and raised the corner of my mouth: "Sorry, Vodka, the struggle between the princes has always been like this."
The author has something to say:
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Enough, I really feel bad for vodka
But I really like writing about the interactions between the three of them. Our Yingzi also lives a life of one wife, one concubine and two big houses (not really)
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Although I don't have enough manuscripts saved, I have almost calculated the day when I will become a V. When I have enough V chapters and feel confident, I will go to the editor to apply for V. After I become a V, please don't abandon me QAQ
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