Chapter 47: Che Men Jun

  Returned home, on the second day went to Dingjia Bridge, the New Year's holiday had not officially ended, everywhere was quiet and deserted.

  Ye Mingtian was also there, his hometown is in Shandong, and it would take him one or two days to travel back and forth, besides, there's nothing much to do during the Chinese New Year. Huaijin called him over and selectively told him about the situation with the Suzhou Nan Wu armed experimental zone. After finishing discussing official business, seeing that he was still looking gloomy, completely unlike his usual enthusiastic self, she didn't say a word, waiting for him to speak up himself.

  But unexpectedly, Ye Ming Tian changed his usual behavior today and saw that nothing was wrong, so he didn't linger and bid farewell to retreat outside the door. Although Huai Jin was bowing her head with her eyes downcast, she had an inexplicable bad premonition in her heart.

  Is it Ye Ming Tian who didn't guard against it or what? Pulling on the door handle, "Hua Canmou, I've broken up with Dong Zhiyu."

  Hua Jin suddenly heard these words and her heart sank, with an indescribable feeling.

  She raised her head and looked into Ye Mingtian's eyes, with a complex expression in her own eyes.

  "Just tell you one thing, next time when you meet a suitable girl, think of introducing her to me." Saying this, his eyes turned red.

  "...you two...why?"

  Ye Ming Tian hesitated for a moment, but still had to save face, "Hey! There's no reason why not, she's a holy girl! A hot girl! We ordinary people can only watch from afar."

  Although she didn't hear the details, Huai Jin vaguely made out a general idea, and layers of thoughts arose in her mind. She knew Ye Ming Tian was someone who knew his limits and wouldn't do anything too out of line. From his reaction, it didn't seem like he had any suspicions either. But Dong Zhi Yu was such an intense woman - last time she smashed the tea cup with all her might, and this time no matter what Ye Ming Tian did, she must have been very hurt.

  "Let's just drop it, it's not good for either of us. Maybe there's still room for maneuvering, and if I have the chance, I'll talk to her about it." Hua Jin said.

  Ye Mingtian felt a surge of hope in his heart when he heard this, he still wanted to be good with Dong Zhiyu, but it was necessary for someone else to help him pave the way.

  "Concubine Shen, if you want to find her, I won't stop you, but please don't say it was me who told you to look for her."

  "Don't worry." Huai Jin felt somewhat amused.

  A secluded residential house on a quiet street, two original wooden doors tightly closed, but unable to keep out the early spring shoots of apricot blossoms that stretch out from inside the courtyard wall. Outside the wall, the spring chill is biting, while inside the wall, the spring light is boundless.

  The door of the big house was also tightly closed, leading to the bedroom, winding and turning, but the door of the bedroom had not been closed tightly, probably thinking that no one would come in. Inside the door, there was a large four-poster bed, on which a man was tied up, naked except for a small white towel covering his most vulnerable part.

  Logically, being tied to someone else's bed should be a mix of fear and embarrassment, but the man on the bed seemed to be in a state of intoxication, his parted hair disheveled, revealing a hint of enchanting disorder. The dark-skinned man gazing down at him had him irreparably enthralled.

  He is a language learner, and the passion for learning a foreign language requires some xenophilic emotions to drive it, worshiping part of the nation that holds that language, or culture, in order to motivate oneself to keep striving. Just like Wu Naijun admires the British way of life, Hu Xiao has a dream filled with Eastern warriors, cherry blossoms and snow, and this Korean man in front of him, who is sometimes gentle and sometimes passionate, seems to have brought him into his long-held dreams.

  The formation of perversion has some obvious or deep-seated reasons. Yuan Benhe was originally a womanizer, but at the age of 16, he accidentally saw his father being whipped and oppressed by another man, which led to the birth of some extreme hobbies. He still loved women, but men became another kind of ultimate challenge for him, and he loved challenges.

  At this moment, he stood in front of his prey but was somewhat distracted. Another week, even the most interesting game would be played to boredom. He needed a new challenge. For the past two days, his mind had been filled with an almost crazy expectation. He expected to tie up that stunning woman who was more formidable than any man. He imagined the ropes wrapping around her slender and beautiful body one by one. She could resist to the death, she could be as cold as ice, but in the end, he wanted her to tremble and admit that she was "Qū". Thinking of this, he smiled warmly.

  The air was filled with the smell of firecrackers, similar to the smell of gunpowder. The old people in Xuanwu City still felt a little nervous. People's perception of smells often hides in the most sensitive place in their hearts, and smelling a familiar smell can remind them of someone or something.

  The smell of firecrackers reminded Huaijin of that New Year's Eve, the warmth of family, and the warmth of that woman. She was so good, yet he forced her to be with a man who didn't love her, she was right when she said it was him who drove her away.

  But what can she do? In the past few days, she had been brewing a new plan in her mind. If she was still being cautious after Qian Xinmin's capture, then He Shuqiang's betrayal and the appearance of that suspicious man from Huigu would mean that she had to formally go into hiding. "Ma Qian Zhu" must be fully activated, but she didn't want to let Dong Zhiyu do it, this was an order from above, a rule in espionage warfare, and all she could do was teach her step by step, after all, she was too young and had no experience.

  In this way, they themselves and Dong Zhiyu will inevitably become more closely linked. Originally, Ye Mingtian was a good chess piece to use, but how could the two of them separate at this time?

  It's also her own fault, when she first made this arrangement, she didn't mind the sacrifice Dong Zhiyu was about to make. She vaguely knew that some trouble would arise in the future, but she thought it was a necessary sacrifice for a spy. The female agents trained by Duan Yunong over the years had all lost their chastity in the midst of men, and Dong Zhiyu's play with Ye Mingtian wasn't as tragic, but how far did she need to cooperate? If she didn't care much about it a few months ago, now thinking about it makes her heart ache.

  She drove to Dong Zhiyu's residence, with a delicate red hand strap in her pocket that she had bought that day. On the way back to Xuanwu, she hesitated again, wondering if it was too intimate a gift?

  The car stopped at the entrance of Youxin Alley, and when I walked in, there was no one at home. Feeling lost, I returned to the car, unsure where to go or what to do next.

  Strolling slowly along the streets and alleys, looking forward to a chance encounter, temporarily forgetting how big this city of Nanjing is, people with fate will meet again.

  Dark green, intelligent and elegant, just like the woman who wears it.

  "Get in." Huai Jin rolled down the car window.

  Seven days of no news, the reunion is not a coincidence. Even if Xuanwu City is vast, fate is not an accidental appearance. Dong Zhiyu also intentionally or unintentionally searched for her in the streets and alleys of this city.

  "You're back." Dong Zhiyu looked at her, his stomach churning violently.

  The person was found, it didn't matter where they went, as if there were many things to say, but no way to start. At this time, the most unsuitable opening line was often chosen: "What's going on between you and Ye Ming Tian?"

  Dong Zhiyu pouted and lowered her head, "Nothing, I just don't want to be with him anymore."

  Huai Jin remained silent, and once their private relationship reached a certain level, it was no longer suitable for them to interact in a superior-subordinate manner. A few months ago, Dong Zhiyu wouldn't have responded this way, but now Huai Jin also had to draw a clear line between public and private matters.

  "You can't help but think about it whether you like it or not." And then there's nothing more to say.

  Dong Zhiyu also fell silent, she knew that as a "song", she had no right to refuse.

  Hua Jing stopped the car in a quiet spot by the lake, this topic was somewhat painful, but speaking it out loud was her duty. "Zheng Pinru, who died at the hands of Wang Wei's traitorous regime last February, and even Shen Bihui, who had seduced Wang Zhaoming with her beauty back then, both sacrificed their bodies and minds for their careers. That day you mentioned your ideals, as someone with ideals, how could you retreat when faced with Ye Mingtian's obstacle? He wouldn't harm you after all."

  Dong Zhiyu sat in the uncomfortable jeep seat, staring blankly at the lake surface ahead, saying that she was willing to sacrifice herself, and she didn't care.

  It's so hard to bear, it took half a day to come back to my senses," she thought to herself, "If I were to follow your advice, I would have to learn from Zheng Pinru and Shen Bihui, and let myself be used by men, this way I can complete the task you assigned to me. Back then in Chongqing, Director Zheng never told me that being a mistress was actually doing this kind of... transaction. In the end," she gritted her teeth, "I would become someone like a prostitute."

  Huaiyin was taken aback, her heart aching at these harsh words. She then recalled the story that Zhendi had told her in the house that day: "Huiyu, not everyone wants to be in this line of work. Some are forced by circumstances, and there are even those who have extraordinary thoughts and views. Don't look down on them, and don't belittle yourself either."

  Dong Zhiyu had a feeling that she was telling the truth, and her heart felt even more uncomfortable. She not only didn't care about her own sacrifice but also wanted to speak up for Zhen Ji. Even she had become more noble than herself... She couldn't understand it anymore. The ambiguous warmth seven days ago seemed like a dream left in Shanghai, and now that she was back in Xuanwu, the dream should wake up.

  Huajing saw her silent and speechless, looking very wronged, but still couldn't hide her worries: "Was Ye Mingjian bullying you? What did he do to you?"

  Dong Zhiyu twitched the corner of his lips, "From now on, there's no more 'bullying' to speak of, only my mission. He didn't cross the line, he just asked for what a boyfriend should get."

  Huai Jin had already found the red string in his pocket, and his fingers gently stroked the warm white jade. Hearing her tone, he thought it was better to wait until another day when she was in a better mood, and then have a good talk with her about his plans before giving her this small gift.

  Dong Zhiyu waited for half a day without saying a word, then turned his head and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." After finishing speaking, he went to pull the car door handle.

  Who would have thought that after pulling it a few times, there was no response, somewhat anxious and embarrassed, Huai Jin felt helpless, leaned over to help her pull the handle, and whispered: "This position is rarely sat in, the handle is not very sensitive."

  The voice was soft and ethereal, almost as if it was whispered right next to her ear. Dong Zhiyu stared at her in a daze, her face inches away, and after she finished speaking, her gaze fell on his own face - was this all just his imagination? Clearly, those eyes were filled with warmth and concern, yet they seemed completely different from the cold-blooded look from earlier.

  Language can be controlled, but the eyes that inadvertently reveal one's thoughts cannot.

  "Click—" The door handle opened lightly, Huai Jin welcomed Dong Zhiyu's dazed eyes, a hint of fragrance wafted out from the collar of her neatly buttoned white shirt, intoxicating.

  Suddenly a blankness flashed through her mind, and Dong Zhiyu instantly grabbed the wrist that was about to leave the door handle.

  Huai Jin's stomach was strangely tight, Dong Zhiyu's eyelashes were trembling in front of her eyes, which were originally clear but now had a layer of misty haze. From the thin bridge of her nose to her moist lips, she was holding onto her own wrist, staring blankly at herself. She felt that the knot in her stomach was extending all the way to her brain, as if the emotions that had been swirling around in her heart for so many days were finally taking shape. She slightly lowered her head and gently pressed her lips to Dong Zhiyu's nose tip.

  So gentle, so gentle, like the soft breeze in May, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and grass. Dong Zhiyu closed her eyes, but that light touch was so brief, suddenly about to leave. No! I haven't had enough yet. Dong Zhiyu lifted her head and pressed her lips onto Huai Jin's lips.

  It's here, this is what I've been searching for comfort, a little dizzy, instinctively, she wants to taste the softness.

  Huai Jin only felt a warm electric current piercing through her body, she closed her eyes tightly, time stopped flowing, and the whole world quieted down.

  When her senses returned, it was also a kind of instinctual drive, responding to her shy and gentle kiss, soft as if the whole world was wrapped in seawater, unaware of sinking or floating.

  A daze of infatuation, opening her eyes to meet his gaze, shrouded in misty vapor, unable to look straight, lowering her eyelids, a hint of a smile playing on the corners of her mouth.

  She raised her hand and found an extra red string on her wrist with a beautiful white jade sheep pendant. "Huh?"

  She lowered her head and tightened the red cord, "Do you like it?"

  "I like whatever is sent to me."

  "Silly girl..."

  Lowering her eyelids and smiling coyly, she said, "You... are you going to let someone with the surname Ye bully me again?"

  She gently smiled and stuck her forehead against his, "Don't."

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