8 Life is a Punishment If You Want to Cause Trouble

Feng Jiao sniffed in the suffocating air of her room. It was locked, and she was locked in.

That meant she didn't have to go to school, but it wasn't like she was going to school anyway. It just meant that she was stuck in her boring room for the next two days.

The boss had never punished her this much.

Sure, he'd confiscated her weapons before, and given her a good ticking off, but never grounded her. He understood that Feng Jiao was just a young rebel, and let out her energy by causing trouble.

That didn't mean she was going to get a free pass for it all her life.

Well, maybe her husband would give her that free pass.

This time the boss had been furious. Not so much at breaking the rules and running out of the agency with a bag full of bombs that she wasn't supposed to have, but because she had almost revealed her weapons to a civilian.

Or someone that the agency thought was a civilian. As the military's private arms dealer, Gao Longwei wasn't as civilian as the agency people were assuming. He knew quite a bit about the agency, but not enough to recognize a random agent running away with bombs.

The point was, Feng Jiao had almost cost them privacy and security.

If the bombs she had picked up hadn't been the kind that were disguised as fireworks, there was a good chance that Feng Jiao would be seen next, plastered onto the front of a car with a sign saying 'armed assassin who tried to kill CEO.'

That was why the boss confiscated Feng Jiao's weapons, gave her a scolding, took away all sources of entertainment, AND locked her in. The only time the door would open was to give her food and refill her water supply.

She wasn't even being allowed out to use the toilet.

The toilet attached to her room was working just fine, so Feng Jiao was using that as an escape from her room. She would alternate between sitting in warm water in the tub, and then drying herself down and wrapping herself in her blankets.

It was boring, but since Feng Jiao had an attention span of about 32 seconds, this was the only thing she could do to entertain herself.

Then Feng Jiao remembered that she had a window.

While the window had grills, and her room was on the 4th floor of the building, both preventing her escape, she could still stare out of the window.

Maybe the cars passing by the main street in front of the agency would be more entertaining than her current situation. It was just a tragic life for her over all.

Feng Jiao stared out of the window, and then jumped backwards and pulled the curtains shut once she saw what she saw.

The crazy man who had almost run her over in the morning was standing there, still surrounded by the bodyguards who accompanied him in the morning.

Feng Jiao squatted down on her floor and wondered for a second, why that man would be where he was. Since she knew he was a dominant alpha, Feng Jiao automatically had a bad impression of him.

'Perhaps he's here to exact revenge on me? Did I scratch his car or something?' Feng Jiao sat there scratching her head, completely preoccupied with this, now that she finally had something to do.

Feng Jiao, however, had this one weakness that was very obvious if you were to meet her in person.

She had an attention span of what could be rounded off to about 30 seconds on a good day.

She was soon doon thinking about Gao Longwei, and back to twiddling her thumbs and feeling bored. There was really nothing for her to do.

If she had her phone or laptop with her, then perhaps she could've spent her time browsing the internet, but her boss knew very well that giving her access to the internet while locked in was more of a reward than a punishment.

Feng Jiao only had two ways to contact the outside world.

The first was to holler as loud as she could and hope that someone would hear her.

That method was practically useless since the agency was gigantic, and like any other covert operation, had very few employees. Not to mention, most of the employees were researchers who made anti werewolf drugs, weapons and other stuff Feng Jiao liked.

The researchers were all pretty much confined to the first and second floor, the second having all the labs on it.

For Feng Jiao, who was on the fourth floor, this meant that unless there was someone in the room two floors under hers, no one was going to hear her yelling.

The third floor was empty for renovations, and the fourth floor was empty because the werewolf hunters that lived there were all out on their missions.

Feng Jiao's other choice, was a phone that had been installed in her room, 'for emergencies only'. Feng Jiao didn't know what exactly constituted an emergency, but she knew that a mental breakdown was a few steps away from being one at least.

The phone only had two numbers on it, Kong Xiulan's and the reception office's number.

She had once had her boss's number, but after about two hundred and fifty prank calls from Feng Jiao, her number had been blocked from the boss's phone, and removed from her phone's system.

Cable phones were outdated in the sense that you couldn't hide anything on them anyway.

Feng Jiao had no choice but to suck it up since she didn't have enough storage in her head to remember any phone numbers. She just barely had enough to pass all of her classes.

But Feng Jiao was going to do her best to get out of the room now.

She quickly pressed the reception number and spoke.

"Can you give it to the boss?" she paused until her boss's voice was heard and then finally talked to him, "I want to go to school tomorrow."