Part 14-- MEMORY LOST PREQUEL
Prequel 14 Sleeping with the Son (2)
The night is as quiet as a ghost. Su Mian looked out the window, and the whole villa was quiet both inside and outside. Those crazy souls seem to have fallen asleep.
At three o'clock at night, the moment when people sleep the deepest. She got up and went into the bathroom.
After a careful check, she confirms that there is no monitoring equipment in the toilet. She took off her high heels and from her bra, she took out the metal steel ring...
This is not something she is good at, but Han Chen taught it by hand. She kept it in mind—the level of police tracking, and not inferior to the anti-tracking capabilities of criminal gangs.
Unexpectedly, it came in handy for life-saving today.
The simple radio communication equipment was about to be assembled, but she found that one part was missing.
She thought about it carefully... without her metal lighter. That part is hidden inside it.
When playing cards with A and T tonight, everyone lit their cigarettes. As a result, A smiled and used her lighter.
She doesn't know if he did it intentionally or accidentally, Su Mian could not be too nervous at that time.
She remembered that A left the living room downstairs without the lighter in her hand.
Is the lighter still placed somewhere in the living room?
This is easy to handle.
Su Mian just wore her pajamas and slippers, messed up her hair, took another cigarette, pretending to look sleepy and addicted to cigarettes, and opened the door and walked downstairs.
The villa is not completely dark. The wall lamp below the wall was shining darkly. Spring night, it was still a bit cold. Su Mian stepped on the light unhurriedly and went downstairs until reaching the top of the stairs, but was stunned.
Two people are standing.
Two men in suits. She has a lean body and a calm complexion. Seeing her, they were all dumbfounded and didn't speak.
Su Mian’s heart shook, holding the railing in her hand, looking behind them both. Under the dim light, a man sat on the sofa. He was wearing a black suit and a light blue fine-grained shirt, but no tie.His one hand was on the armrest of the sofa, and he hold a cigarette in the other. The fire slowly burned between his fingers.
But this time, on the night before the war, they finally met in a narrow way. He was not wearing a mask, and there was no one beside him. His face and posture were clearly seen in her eyes.
Su Mian imagined countless times what this mysterious leader looked like. But she never expected that he would be like this...
Wenrun as jade.
His white face seemed to have no flaws; his black eyebrows were as long as a crescent moon; his eyes were clear and quiet, and his nose was high and straight. With his thin lips pressed slightly, he was more handsome and clean than any man she had ever seen.
It's just that look, but it can't be ignored.
Gentle, calm and dark,out of sight.
The corners of his eyebrows and eyes, the gestures, but they also have a certain decadent, wanton masculinity.
Su Mian has always been a person who is not afraid of anything. However, at this moment, being watched so quietly by him, she was inexplicably flustered. His temperament is too reserved and quiet, but he is more pressing than those arrogant killers.
There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and the two bodyguards went away and left the living room. Only two of them are left.
Su Mian smiled and walked to the sofa. But she was a little timid, and sat down a meter away from him.
"Not asleep yet?" she asked.
He was silent for a moment.
"Yeah." He looked away, stopped looking at her, raised his hand and took another breath.
Su Mian quickly glanced around with sharp eyes, and found the lighter lying on the sofa cushion one foot away from him. This situation is not good at all. If this was someone else, Su Mian can still gag around and get the lighter back. But he? She was a little bit afraid, and she felt that if she moved a little, he would definitely be aware of it.
Both of them were quiet for a while, and Su Mian asked, "Is there a lighter?" She lifted the cigarette in her hand to signal her intention.
He took a lighter from his shirt pocket and threw it to her. Su Mian took it. It was a classic Zippo style: Black Ice Angel Wings. The dark gray lighter lay in her palm, cold and heavy.
She lowered her head and lit her cigarette, took a deep breath, and threw the lighter back to him.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" he asked suddenly, his voice low and clear.
"Oh." Su Mian smiled, "Somewhat irritable, but also a little confused, unable to sleep."
This is her habitual tactic, which is vague and emotional, which makes it true and credible.
He did not ask, just continued to smoke. So Su Mian asked, "What about you, why can't you sleep?"
He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and threw it away. Then lowered his head, he seemed to smile. The man's every move was quiet like a painting.
He replied: "Thinking of someone."
Su Mian suddenly couldn't speak.
It was a very strange feeling. It was the first time the two had ‘met’ and his words were unclear. But suddenly she felt a little uncomfortable, strangely uncomfortable.
"Oh..." she replied, thinking about it, and asked directly, “I forgot to ask, what is your code name?"
He looked up at her. She also looked at him casually.
"S." He replied, "Call me S.”
"S." She smiled and nodded.
A very faint smile seemed to flash in his eyes.
The two chatted for a while. But there was no talk of crime, no talk about the people in the team. Instead, talk about favourite books, movies, music, and some homely things. Su Mian was a little surprised to find that his reading was so extensive, and all of his astronomy, geography, mathematics and philosophy were deeply studied. She hadn't heard many titles before, but he could explain and generalise for her in very simple words, and she was shocked by those views.
He has many hobbies that are the same as her. For example, favourite movies and music. He even has researches on forensic medicine, criminal investigation, and criminal psychology. Especially in forensic science, it seems to have a background of many years of study.
Su Mian even had a ridiculous idea in her heart-if he were not in a hostile camp, if he were not the leader of a criminal organisation, the two might really become friends, irresistible friends. Even he and Han Chen may be extremely congenial.
Of course, she just thought about it. She knew exactly what her purpose was.
It is to bring all criminals, including him, to justice! Eliminate this big cancer for the society!
And in front of her, this jade-like man turned out to be the centre of the tumour...
After talking for more than an hour, she smoked a few cigarettes.
Su Mian yawned, covered her mouth with her hand, and smiled: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
Thinking this was farewell, he put out his cigarette butt and stood up, looking like he was going to send her upstairs?
Su Mian smiled and said, "Good night."
Just standing up, her face suddenly stiffened, her hand covering her chest, frowning, she sat down again.
He took her arm almost immediately: "What's the matter?"
A strange feeling flashed across Su Mian's heart, but she didn't immediately react. Because she was all thinking about the lighter she was looking for. She saw it from the corner of her eye, and it was not far away. So she took a breath and whispered: "I have been eating irregularly recently, and my stomach has been a little bit painful. It hurts, can you...give me a cup of hot water? It's okay, I'll just rest a while."
Feeling his scorching eyes, always stop on her face. She did not look up, but continued to cover her stomach with a bleak expression.
"Okay, you lean on and don't move," he said softly.
"Yeah." Su Mian glanced at the lighter secretly again.
Seeing that he got up to pour water and there was no one else in the living room. Su Mian stretched out her hand and pulled the lighter over like lightning and stuffed it into her pocket. Then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
In a blink of an eye, he has returned with a cup of hot water. Su Mian pretended to be, leaning on the sofa, and continued to gently rub her stomach with her hands.
‘He can't be too fast!’ So still frowning, humming lightly, showing a bit of anguish.
"It hurts?" He asked softly, putting one hand on the back of the sofa behind her, and passing her hot water with the other. This seemingly casual and intimate posture made Su Mian a little uncomfortable.
"Hmm..." she replied in a low voice, "It hurts." She took the water from his hand, but when she looked up, she ran into his sight.
Su Mian was stunned suddenly.
This was originally her simple trick, and it went smoothly. She drank hot water, and after a while, she could falsely claim that it relieved a lot, and she could go upstairs and go back to the room to assemble her wireless transmitter.
But at this moment, she ran into his eyes.
How could he look at her with that look?
Concern, distress, persistence, deep obscurity and pity. The emotions in his eyes were too strong and depressed, just because she pretended to be painful, he showed such dark eyes that seemed to drown her?
Su Mian's heart suddenly trembled.
An incredible thought just rushed into her mind. All the causes and consequences, all the doubts and worries, their big lie, her step by step is deeply sinking, and she suddenly realised her enlightenment.
But this possibility is such an unthinkable, how could he be possibly, how could he be able to treat her like this? She is strange and unconnected to him…
The look of surprise she flashed past also clearly fell into his eyes. And his stature movement is also a meal.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
She was sitting on the sofa with suspicion in her heart like a stormy sea. And he maintained a close position, almost enclosing her in his arms. As for the cup of hot water poured for her, she reached out to take it, and he had not let go. The fingertips of the two people, the same cool and slender fingertips, touched together seemingly.
In just a moment, she understood his affection.
And he also noticed that she understood.
If Su Mian felt unbelievable a second before, his silent gaze at this time was the most silent and direct acquiescence.
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