“Yes, it’s so late. They should still be sleeping. Young Miss, aren’t you coming back?” This was Suzuki Nami, her father’s capable assistant, with another identity that Luo Yaling had accidentally discovered. Her husband was Bin Zhengxuan.
“Come here. This is your other identity. Plane ticket. Take it.”
“Watching his little wife bow and scrape made him uncomfortable. So early?”
“You? Aren’t you sexually frustrated? Your temper is so bad. Nami, don’t reveal my whereabouts.” This way, the old man wouldn’t find out so quickly.
“Be careful.” Nami blushed like a little wife. Bin Zhengxuan looked at her and wanted to devour her right then.
“Okay, thanks Xuan. I’m leaving now. Don’t interrupt your sweet moment. The old man doesn’t know about you two. Nami, be careful. Don’t go too far… Bye!” Luo Yaling disappeared from the alley.
“You, you, you…” Nami pouted in dissatisfaction.
“Let’s go home and continue…” Bin Zhengxuan held his adorable wife and disappeared from the alley.
Shen Yixuan had finished his business and was heading to the airport as well…
They boarded the same plane, one in first class, the other in economy. Shen Yixuan and Luo Yaling passed each other by…
Chapter Three: Meeting Without Recognition Three years later, in Taiwan, China…
A moonlit, quiet night. A dark street corner with weak street lamps. Three cold-faced men in black and a man in a black long cloak created a mysterious scene.
It was exactly 2 AM.
Luo Yaling, hiding behind, did not immediately retreat.
She bit her lip, swallowed, and moved towards a nearby broken oil drum. Her purple eyes behind her large glasses were excited, anticipating the black society’s impending battle.
Luo Yaling’s hands trembled, but not from fear—she was too excited. She realized something was missing from the showdown: no guns. Where were the weapons? They hadn’t even exchanged typical opening lines!
Could it be a misunderstanding? Luo Yaling tilted her head, hand on her mouth. Ah! She remembered. They might be conducting a secret drug transaction! That would explain why they weren’t brandishing weapons.
Luo Yaling giggled as she took out her camera from her bag, ready to capture every moment like a police officer catching bad guys. So fun!
“Young Master, are you unchanged in your original intention?”
