Chapter 62 Hand Over

  "I haven't finished yet, the second condition is that your mysterious organization, whatever bureau or department it is, I don't even know what to call it. Didn't you say you'd give me support? Fine, I want to gather all my combat team members as support and work together with me to complete this mission. This is my second condition, and that counts as them participating in this operation! They've made contributions to the country, so the country must restore their identities! Dammit! These are my only two conditions. Dad, tell the organization that I'm willing to accept this mission for only two reasons: one is to kill a few of those small bird island nation's people who killed my brothers, and two is so that my brothers can have normal identities! We're all considered combat heroes! We don't want some piece of paper forcing us into retirement and sending us off like that! If your organization doesn't agree to this, then there's no need to discuss it further. I'll cooperate with the bird island nation people to carry out this assassination mission!" Night Yang Jian said fiercely, pulling out a 92-style handgun from behind him and slapping it onto the tea table. On the other end, Night Qiu Zhong's forehead was sweating profusely. His own son was always getting himself into trouble...

  "I said it's just difficult, didn't say it can't be done! What are you doing with a gun all day? Put it away...!" Night asked Zhong hastily expressed his attitude, half-sized son, suffocating the old man...

  "Let's talk about Grandpa next!" Yèyáng Jiàn said with a flourish of his snake-beating stick.

  "We don't talk about this!" Night asked Zhong, his face sternly said

  "What's going on! Where did my grandfather go? You must give me an explanation!" Night Yang Jian took out his pistol and slapped it again.

  "You're really being ridiculous! You don't have the authority!" Ye Wen Zhong was furious.

  "Fine! I'll bring people to deal with your damn organization sooner or later! See if my level is enough!" Ye Yang Jian said viciously.

  "Damn it! You've gone too far...!" Night asked Zhong's eyebrows furrowed, clearly genuinely angry.

  "My grandfather died long ago! You're not unaware of that!" Night Yang Jian retorted fearlessly.

  "My grass! Are you looking for a fight?!" Ye Wen Zhong's teacup slipped from his hand.

  "Give it a try! For Grandpa, I won't back down one step! I'd like to see how hard the fists of your so-called secret organization are!" Night Yang Jian slammed open the red wooden tea table and stood up with a 'whoosh'!

  "Not teaching you a lesson today! Heaven knows how much trouble you'll stir up in the future! Dammit! Come on!" Night asked Zhong, slapping his thigh and standing up.

  Around dusk, Yang Ping brought back Ouyang Bing and the two children with a big purchase. Qiao Yu and Zhan Hao were excitedly showing off one by one the clothes and other things that Yang Ping and Ouyang Bing had "blood-bought" for them.

  Ouyang Bing and Yang Ping saw that the father and son were chatting happily, so they didn't go to disturb them, but instead went to cook by themselves.

  At dinner time, father and son would often 'have a few drinks' in a huff...

  "Who has more power between you and Zhou Yong?" Ye Yang Jian continued to ask with a drunken tone.

  "Zhou Yong? That kid was originally one of my subordinates, who do you think has more power?" Ye Wen Zhong had drunk quite a bit of wine at noon and in the evening, and was slightly intoxicated. He didn't consider his words carefully and casually replied to his son.

  "Let's get some stuff ready." Yèyáng Jiàn laughed and poured another cup of wine for his old man.

  "What do you want?" Ye Wen Zhong also came with interest, leaned his head over and squeezed one eye, smiling at Ye Yang Jian.

  "What's good to use? The international standard for bandits is 92, what about 47?" Night Yang Jian whispered to his old man with a smile.

  "Whoa, big mouth! You want to go fight?" Ye Qianyu said with a snort. If they were given heavy firepower, heaven knows what kind of chaos would ensue.

  "I didn't even ask you for a 'long-short rod'! What's so difficult about that?! You're boasting like this, but I think your power isn't that great......" Ye Yangjian said with feigned surprise. PS: 'Long-short rod' refers to large-caliber sniper rifles and large-caliber shotguns.

  "Humph! Who says it can't be done... Your old man has gotten away with a lot more, both domestically and internationally. Some things you haven't even seen before, huh? You've only played around a bit, that's all. It's just not suitable for the city, that's all." Ye Xun had already drunk quite a bit of wine, and being lectured by Ye Yangjian like this hit his son's weak spot.

  "Then you have to give us some, how can we do business with empty hands!" Ye Yang Jian hammered while the iron was hot. He knew that it was impossible for his superiors to fully meet his demands, but if he could get half of what he wanted, that would be good enough... After dinner, Ye Xun and his wife returned home...

  "What do you think?" Ye asked with a smile as he looked at his wife who was driving.

  "What's going on?" Yang Ping slightly opened the car window to dissipate the smell of wine. These two can really drink. They had just drunk at noon, and now they've opened another two bottles of wine in the evening, and amazingly, they've finished both bottles again. The whole car is filled with the smell of wine.

  "Of course it's my daughter-in-law!" Ye Wen Zhong said with a smile after taking a sip of mineral water.

  "Oh! You're talking about Ou Yang, I think it's better if we let them develop on their own and don't interfere," said Yang Ping with a serious thought.

  "How can that be! I'm in a hurry to hold my grandson, I'm almost 50!" Ye Wen Zhong said with a serious face.

  "Don't you trust your own son? With the same moral character as yours, how could I have thought otherwise back then... Ah..." Yang Ping smiled and pretended to let out a faint sigh.

  "Hah~ Ah~ That's because I have charm, right? Those pretty boys who chased you back then, I didn't even put them in my eyes. Anyway, I've set my sights on you, whoever dares to steal you away will have to ask my fist first..." Ye Wen Zhong swung his fist. But after all, time is unforgiving, and after fiercely competing with Ye Yang Jian over two rounds of drinks, and then having another intense round in the afternoon... Ye Wen Zhong, with a drunken expression, smiled and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

  "In those days... haha, in those days... it was really good! Thank you, dear husband. You gave me a complete life." Yang Ping still smiled as she looked at her sleeping husband beside her, revealing a sweet smile.

  Sent off his parents. Ye Yang Jian walked into the bathroom to wash his face, wanting to sober up a bit. Slightly drunk Ye Yang Jian seemed to have forgotten something important. Where did Ouyang Bing sleep tonight?

  There are three rooms in the house, and since Xinghao and Qiaoyu are a boy and a girl, Yeyang Jian arranged for each of them to have their own room. The remaining room is Grandpa and Grandma's room, where Yeyang Jian lives himself. Originally, it would have been possible to let Ouyang Bing and Xinghao share a room, but considering that Xinghao was an orphan who had never had her own separate house before, seeing how she cleaned her small room spotlessly, Yeyang Jian really couldn't bring himself to add someone else to her room. He knew that sometimes kids say they don't mind, but in reality, they still do. Yeyang Jian didn't want to do anything that would make his younger siblings unhappy.

  Ouyang Bing's sudden arrival, and without any luggage, made Yang Jian feel helpless. He had no choice but to let Ouyang Bing stay in his grandparents' room. It wouldn't be right to make a girl sleep on the sofa in the living room without air conditioning during the hot summer. Anyway, he wasn't afraid of the heat himself.

  Ouyang Bing didn't know if she was infected by Yang Ping, but anyway, she also showed a very virtuous and gentle side, completely different from the national security female agent's demeanor last night. It was clear that she hadn't done much housework before, as she was used to being pampered, and now she was sweating profusely in the kitchen. It really seemed like she was trying hard to pretend to be a gentle and virtuous fiancée for her husband-to-be. After cleaning up the dinner dishes, Ouyang Bing took out the change of clothes she had bought that afternoon from her bag and entered the bathroom to take a shower. Summer was indeed very hot, and even slight movements made her sweat easily.

  Taking advantage of Ouyang Bing's bath time, Ye Yang Jian took out the military blanket from the room and threw it on the sofa. He then walked into his grandfather's room to make Ouyang Bing's bed. Years of military life had made Ye Yang Jian very skilled at such tasks. In just three minutes, he had not only made the bed but also tidied up, leaving a clean and tidy bed. After finishing all this, Ye Yang Jian took out a spare cooling mat from the cabinet and spread it under the bed. He brought in a basin of hot water and used a hot towel to wipe the cooling mat several times, ensuring hygiene and cleanliness. Satisfied with his handiwork, Ye Yang Jian nodded and smiled, turned on the air conditioner, closed the door, and returned to the living room to tidy up before sleeping on the floor that night.

  She had just spread out the quilt, bringing with it a mist of steam and an alluring feminine scent. The bathroom door opened, and Ouyang Bing emerged from inside, wearing only a white silk camisole, her hands holding a towel to wipe her wet, shoulder-length hair. Ouyang Bing's skin was naturally as fair as snow, and after being steamed by the hot water, her arms and legs appeared rosy white, tender and delicate. It was as if she had the smoothness of a baby's skin, making one want to reach out and touch it. However, a thin, already-healed scar on her slender neck slightly marred the perfection. Upon seeing this, Ye Yang felt deep self-reproach in his heart...

  Ouyang Bing, who was wiping her hair, accidentally collided with Ye Yangjian's scorching gaze, and her pretty face immediately turned bright red. Her cheeks seemed to be applied with rouge, and she couldn't help but blush slightly. When she realized that Ye Yangjian was looking at her, she quickly lowered her head in embarrassment. At this moment, she wanted to disappear from the spot immediately, but she didn't know which room to enter, so she just stood there, holding a towel to cover her chest with both hands, making an unconscious resistance. The atmosphere in the living room was...

  Ye Yangjian, after all, was only in his early 20s and not some inexperienced young man, but the few years of monastic-like life in the army were really too dull. Moreover, he was strong and robust, with a vigorous spirit. After drinking a lot of wine that night, one look at Ouyang Bing's enticing appearance made a surge of lust suddenly ignite within him. Fortunately, he had the strong willpower of a soldier; otherwise, Ye Yangjian could already foresee that a brand-new rapist was about to be formed.

  "You sleep in this room tonight. I've already cleaned up, hurry and go in." He quickly pointed to the door of Grandpa's room with his hand, speaking to Ouyang Bing who was lowering her head with a red face, and the next second he had already passed by Ouyang Bing and rushed into the bathroom. Then there was a sound of water splashing out from the showerhead...

  “Pfft……” Hearing the sound of water, Ouyang Bing was taken aback for a moment, and when she realized what was going on, she smiled wryly. She suddenly found Niyang Jian's actions to be inexplicably adorable. At first, seeing Niyang Jian rushing towards her frantically, she thought he was going to do something to her, and was mentally preparing to teach this rascal a lesson. Unexpectedly, Niyang Jian ran into the bathroom instead.

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