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Ming You watched her superior lose her temper once again, sitting silently in her chair as she poured out the cold tea and prepared a fresh pot for herself. She had to admit that her boss was quite ruthless; despite merely asking Song Bunan for someone, she had gone to the trouble of using fine tea leaves and presenting herself in an elaborate manner.
Although the heat from her freshly styled hair was nearly blown away by the anger induced by Song Bunan.
She glanced at the surveillance footage of the couple nestled together, plucking a piece of her favorite pastry from the plate and popping it into her mouth. “Boss, does it have to be Xin Yi?” she asked.
The woman whipped around, her eyes blazing with fury, her face contorted with rage as she snapped back, clearly recalling how Ming You had pushed this person onto her in the first place. How dare she ask such a question now?
Ming You shrugged innocently, explaining that she had presented about ten candidates at that time, not just Xin Yi alone. Given the current situation, she held no hope that Song Bunan would let go of his choice. The woman’s expression crumbled instantly; she furrowed her brows and returned to her seat, tapping her fingers on the table to relieve her frustration.
“You said Song Bunan was easy to talk to,” Ming You said with a helpless smile in response to the complaints. “We grew up together; he really is easy to talk to with us. He hasn’t even lost his temper.”
“Then what is this…” The woman was at a loss for words.
Ming You looked sincerely into her eyes and replied, “Perhaps it’s because we’re not trying to steal his girlfriend.”
If anger could manifest physically, Ming You believed her boss would have flames shooting from her head right now; unfortunately, this spectacle was only in her imagination. The woman, red-faced with rage, could do nothing but point outside, demanding that Ming You leave.
“Go see how many people are left upstairs; don’t bother me here,” she said, repeatedly patting her chest to calm herself down, closing her eyes to avoid looking at her capable yet infuriating subordinate. Just as she thought Ming You had left, she heard a teasing voice say, “I’ve already caught the person for you; you can just handle it directly. Why do we have to go through this process?”
The woman couldn’t help but laugh despite her anger. Opening her eyes to see Ming You’s playful expression, she retorted fiercely that it was still because Song Bunan had connections with Ghost Messenger. If they didn’t consult him first, what would happen if he went mad and brought those people over?
Ming You fell silent, showing an expression of resignation as she exited the office, closing the door behind her with an overly considerate gesture. The woman felt as if more knots were forming inside her body due to frustration. She had considered getting rid of Ming You at times; however, ever since joining them, Ming You had performed flawlessly—handling both major and minor tasks without a hitch. Her strategies were even better than those of Ghost Messenger’s lackeys. Without Ming You’s contributions during recent confrontations with the Jiang Family, she might not have achieved such significant victories. Moreover, the experimental subjects Ming You had produced were far superior to those created by others before her.
The Jiang Family has now given up on opposing them, and the Ghost Messenger has also stated that they will no longer manage the experiments here. Once they deal with Song Bunan and Xin Yi, they will find an excuse to make her disappear. The woman let out a long breath, watching the intimate scene on the monitor, and decided to give them a little more time to cling to life.
"Why do you say it was intentional?" After resting for a moment, Xin Yi finally felt more spirited. He kept his eyes closed, feeling Song Bunan's restless hands wandering over his chest. The sticky sensation on his face had lessened significantly, but he still felt quite thirsty. He knew that Song Bunan was incredibly capable and cunning, yet seeing him appear before him still made him lose control.
Clearly, he hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye properly; he had left with such reluctance and hadn’t looked back. Shui Su had assured him that he wouldn’t be in danger, so why was he here? Xin Yi wanted to live. When Ming You had captured him, he even harbored a glimmer of hope that this "friend" would let him go. Unfortunately, what one hopes for and what actually happens often diverge greatly.
Song Bunan’s presence here indicated that he was confident in resolving this troublesome situation. However, the woman had mentioned that all the glass used here was military-grade shatterproof, and the keyhole was on the outside. Song Bunan wasn’t even wearing a coat…
The one continuing to take liberties maintained a facade of calmness. Upon seeing Xin Yi awake, he affectionately kissed him and leaned in close, whispering in a voice only they could hear, “Just wait a bit longer; I reckon the time is almost up.”
“Is someone coming to get us?” Xin Yi felt warmth spreading through him; the coldness of being alone had completely dissipated. He lifted his head and kissed Song Bunan’s chin in return, only to find it slightly prickly. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the usually fair-skinned man had stubble emerging around his chin. Amused by this unexpected sight, Xin Yi laughed, earning himself a puzzled look from Song Bunan as the young man asked what was so funny.
“You have stubble now.” His honest remark elicited a loud exclamation from Song Bunan. Xin Yi found himself being turned to face him directly; the man’s incredulous yet amused expression made him smile even wider. Song Bunan widened his eyes and huffed indignantly, “What? Do you think I’m just trimming my eyebrows every morning with a razor? You actually laughed because I have stubble! Wow—this is truly beyond my comprehension!”
They appeared even closer than usual at home; the dim light did nothing to hinder their ability to see each other clearly. Xin Yi’s smile now radiated a brightness that Song Bunan wasn’t accustomed to; just moments ago, the excited man bit his lip shyly as his ears turned bright red. However, the people outside keeping watch were such a buzzkill that their warm and endearing scene felt oddly out of place.
“This is honestly the first time I’ve seen you laugh like this,” Song Bunan said, reluctant to let go of Xin Yi’s face. He saw genuine joy on what usually seemed like a troubled face—a happiness that came from deep within without any reservations. He admitted that during their time together, he often teased Xin Yi just to bring a smile to his face.
The fragmented pieces of Xin Yi's past formed a story that was hard for anyone to bear. Even if he insisted that he was living well and comfortably, it was evident from his daily demeanor that there was loneliness and sadness lurking beneath. Especially after moving into his home and flipping through family photo albums, there were emotions displayed that were beyond Song Bunan's understanding; yet Xin Yi would quickly hide them away again, leaving him hesitant to ask about it.
Now, in this dim prison cell, he found himself laughing so joyfully at the sight of Song Bunan’s stubble that it brought tears to the man’s eyes. He often cried over such matters; his brother had lectured him more than once about being too sentimental.
Clearly, Xin Yi wasn’t used to this side of him. Seeing him suddenly tear up made him tense up completely; he tried to forcefully turn his hands from behind his back. “What’s wrong!?” The man leaned in anxiously, thinking something might be wrong with him. Just as he lowered his head to check, he was tightly embraced instead.
"I am very happy," Song Bunan said, his tone carrying an unrecognized hint of grievance. "I am really happy, Brother Xinyi, that you can finally be happy, that you can talk and laugh with me again, that you can rely on me... No one can take you away from me, no one at all. If I were to die before you, I would definitely take you with me."
Seeing the emotional outburst from him, Xin Yi felt a mix of being touched and exasperated. Although it was quite normal for Song Bunan to say such things, it still made him want to retort. He gently nibbled on Song Bunan's earlobe and assured him that they would live until the day they died together.
The statement was rather peculiar. Xin Yi pondered over it for a moment and told himself that feeling strange in front of Song Bunan was also a normal reaction.
Reassured, Song Bunan giggled and pressed himself against Xin Yi, muffling his response with a soft "Okay."
"Thank you," Xin Yi suddenly felt grateful that he hadn't turned down the task to go to Mao Wen Village. Otherwise, given how things had developed, he would likely have been brainwashed by that laboratory and turned into one of those soulless beings outside. His gratitude made the Hugging Bear shift its body slightly, its smile as silly as ever, lacking the sharpness it usually had.
"And thank you for being such a big boyfriend and giving me my first experience of being in jail; it's quite nice," the ever-awkward one said after getting his nose nibbled, feigning ferocity as he shrank back and barked playfully.
Their intimate actions were clearly captured on surveillance by a woman who turned her gaze to her son behind her. The man, resembling a doll, sat in a wheelchair, his eyes shining with light as they looked in the same direction as hers.
"Don't worry, Mom will get that body for you right away."
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