Chapter 27
Honestly, I've never had any desire to be an intelligence agent. Those 007s, FBIs—they hold no appeal for me whatsoever. Even if they really do live the glamorous, exciting lives portrayed in movies, in my eyes, nothing is more important than a comfortable, cozy bed.
But lately, I've had this persistent feeling that I've somehow become an intelligence agent myself. To deal with Yang Yun, I not only have to lie to Shangguan every day, but I also have to choose the appropriate location and manner for our meetings.
I know I'm just making trouble for myself. I could openly meet Yang Yun, openly get into his car—at the very least, openly go to the place where he waits for me.
But perhaps because I've been lying to Shangguan, I always feel a sense of guilt. So before every meeting with Yang Yun, I always take a detour first. For example, deliberately passing through a café with a back entrance. And every time I go, I下意识 look back multiple times. If I were to also buy a newspaper to cover my face, it would really be just like clandestine party operatives meeting up.
I know how ridiculous this is, and I know how pointless it is, but when the moment comes, I still can't help but repeat this troublesome and absurd performance.
Crossing through a shopping mall, I ran breathlessly to the small alley behind the company. Before I even got close, the door of that flashy Ferrari opened.
"Wow, you always appear from a different direction every time." Yang Yun wore an expression of utter amazement. "Yi, honestly, do you have some kind of secret identity? Something like Superman's, perhaps?"
I shot him a fierce glare and couldn't help but say, "Which eye of yours told you that I appear from a different direction every time?" Even though it was true, I absolutely refused to admit it. I didn't believe this guy, sitting in his car, could actually see me deliberately going in circles. He wasn't some all-seeing sage!
"Both eyes saw it." He leaned in, grinning as he pointed to his own eyes—those narrow, slanting eyes, like black whirlpools, making one's heart tremble while simultaneously being drawn in.
"N-Nonsense!" I turned my face away, and for some reason, I thought of Shangguan. To this day, I still haven't figured out what relationship these two people have. A couple days ago, I had asked Yang Yun about it, but he cheerfully kicked the question over to Shangguan, saying something about how the question was quite complicated, and it would be better for Shangguan to answer it himself.
Even though I couldn't understand what was so complicated about it, I didn't actually go ask Shangguan either. Who cares what their relationship is—it's got nothing to do with me anyway. Besides, who knows what complications might be involved in that? They're from big families, after all, and there's always something hidden.
Both of them have the surname Shangguan, so they should be blood-related. But looking at their appearances, they don't look alike. If Shangguan is a block of ice wrapped around fire, then Yang Yun is a flower in full bloom. And as for their personalities—one could freeze you to death or burn you alive, while the other could drive you crazy with frustration.
But at this moment, I finally found something the two of them have in common—their eyes. Those pitch-black, deep eyes. These damn eyes are truly dangerous. If they belonged to a girl, one might easily be fooled by just this pair of eyes.
"Hehe, Yi, let me tell you a secret."
Two cunning laughs from Yang Yun, and I shivered, suddenly getting a bad feeling. Sure enough, I heard him use that melodious voice to speak words that were practically demonic: "You see, I'm actually the type who dislikes waiting most of all, especially waiting in a car—it's so闷得慌. But I still wait for you here every single day. You want to know why? Because I get to enjoy a performance by a rookie secret agent every day. Let me think... hmm, yesterday it was the back door of a café, the day before that was the subway station, the day before that... you made me wait a little longer because you deliberately took a taxi and went around in circles, didn't you?"
I stared, mouth agape, at him. How did this guy know all these details so clearly? Did he really have eyes that could see a thousand miles away, or did he plant some kind of tracking device on me?
"Do you want to know the reason?"
I nodded stiffly.
"It's simple—just stand at the intersection and watch."
"You—"
He nodded matter-of-factly, admitting without a trace of guilt: "I stand at the intersection every day, waiting until I see you before coming back. So that's why the car door just happens to open at exactly the right moment every day, see?"