Hi, I'm Susan, nice to meet you," 
as she put her hand out to shake his hand.

 Tj smiled and looked at her and noticed how red she was and he thought it was cute and he shook her hand and said,

 "Nice to meet you, Susan," with a big smile.
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"what did you say? "She didn't want to sound stupid but she just wanted to hear him say it again to see if she did actually said it. 

Tj stopped once he saw that she was not next to him so he turned around and told her, " I didn't want to tell you this way but if I don't tell you know I'm pretty shore something going to happen and I'm going to regret it so, I'll ask again "Do you Susan .. want to be my girlfriend?"

"Susan couldn't help but smile and shake her head up and down and then said Yes!"

The party was just started but for Xiao Jane, it wasn't the same. Although she was dancing with a man, not to mention very irresistible and charming, but her mind was playing scenarios over scenarios to release a feeling of dizziness inside her.

After his last words, she didn't bothered to add hers. As if the silence was screaming noiselessly to pierce her ears. They were very close. Not like before, but it may assumed the same. She had her eyes down the whole time to avoid any unwanted interactions.

'Why am I even dancing?' 

Mo Fengshi spinned her whole body in a spherical move, holding her soft hands, keeping one behind his back like a gentleman, carefully letting her roam around and pulling her closer than before.

But no appreciable effort was made by her to aid the mood except for performing her part carefully like others. Her face was as expressionless as untouched lake.

'What is she thinking?'

Mo Fengshi himself was self conscious of his actions. He didn't tried anything odd to make her worse. As if, he was waiting for the leaf to fall down to surface itself, without plucking it out.

Just a few hands away, there was resemblance of a couple dancing and laughing together. 

"I never thought you think that way hahahah!!!"
"Is it weird to think like that Miss Song?"
"Just hear yourself first hahaha!!"
*Twenty minutes ago*

'Well, that was cheapest! Ha! Fallen Demoness hahaha! If Jane Jane could see her face right now haha!' 

Song Lin didn't want to lose this moment in any other thing except for laughing at Han Zuana's crazy expression. It was as expensive as Dutchess's jewels.

Seeing her lost at somewhere else other than his eyes intrigued Zhang Wei and he tried to draw some attention,
"(Coughing slowly) Ahem!!!" 

But the deafening presence of Han Zuana restricted any other humble voices that can avert her attention. 
*Sigh!*

'What's so special about Bao Chai's niece that her eyes are getting obsessed over? How.....sad!'

Song Lin was still giggling like crazy by looking at Han Zuana, who was then dancing with non other than Peng Ru cause all others already had gotten their partners.

They were dancing together, but her eyes were following the Demoness, wherever she moved.

"Are you really going to spend your whole night staring at her?" he asked in tiredly tone.

Song Lin finally broke her gaze and looked upon him. His face was looking aloof but his eyes were whimpering like a little baby. She heard his voice but didn't caught the words.

"Huhhh? Do you said something?"

Her response made him frivolous. He had never felt so unimportant in his life. He had used to woman staring at him. But this was poles opposite.

'Why am I even trying to get her attention? What's wrong with me?' he interrogated himself but couldn't helped when she asked again,

"Were you talking to me?" her voice, lacking affection but a appreciable curiosity and cuteness.

"How can I talk to someone else when I'm dancing with you no?" 
"Oh right! Sorry but I hadn't had thought you would talk with some WOMAN like me!"

She highlighted the word representing the need of the necessary. She had no deals with him except for money. Or say, for the debt she's unaware with. But she knew she's the great Song Lin, that's why it's possible for her to get indebted by her improper actions or stupidity.

"But right now I'm talking right? Isn't it rude of you Miss Song to ignore my words. I—"

"I'm sorry Zhan..no, Mr. Zhang! It's really improper of me to make my actions rude! Pardon me please!!!"

Song Lin wasn't really a good dancer so Zhang Wei was supporting her waist, guiding her footsteps to match his. They weren't in flow with others, but who cared about others. They were fine without much effort.

He moved back and forth and her body copied the movement to look it like a perfect combination of single direction body art.

"Well you don't have to apologise in this way. It wasn't a big deal. I was just feeling...ignored so I—" he couldn't complete his lines as his lips trembled after realizing what he said.

"I never thought you think that way hahahah!!!" Song Lin remarked at his words.
Especially that 'ignored'.

"Is it weird to think like that Miss Song?" Zhang Wei tried to turn the topic. But Song Lin was still grinning like a teasy auntie.

"Just hear yourself first hahaha!!"
"Well...I can feel ignored too. I too am a human!" he justified.
"But I thought you look like some Greek God! Just look at those muscles!" she teased him with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. 

Although he felt she was merely making the mood light but still he felt something odd. Just like in the restaurant, when they first met and there too she did remark about his appearance.

'*Nope. I'm planning to spend my whole day sitting here with you as your stunning looks are making my heart vibrant with each passing second!*...They were the exact words when I actually felt a little off guard! Ha! She's not even curious about how unknowingly I almost had spelled out her name back then. But as she thinks she's indebted to me, it made this all quite easy.'

"P-Please don't joke on things like that! I appreciate your humour but, I know you were just teasing me and—"

"Again I'm extremely sorry for my misbehave. I was just....uh...but your muscles are actually goo-..... nevermind! Let's dance!"

She said as if she's in a royal ball and was the etiquette perfectionist princess but in reality, she quite contrary.
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'I can't believe he's the same man with the perfect jawline, wearing the same cologne with this moon bright face of him, sparkling with two wonderful amethyst pairs. Why can't I feel these qualities when he's still this close!'

She can't believe she was so stern and silent. Even her heart was at a little peace than before. May be she's suspicious of him now, or the dream she had....

"Are you not going to talk just because you think I am a bad person?" he asked concernfully.

"Ha! Fine! My head is a total mess and I can't think straight. My family even has a reason to suffer this all but why....why do you want to marry me? I won't buy the excuse containing *love at first sight* or *I think you're cute to mess with* etc. No one will take risk at something intrivial like marriage."

"I know what I am doing Miss Xiao, and as you are already familiar with your empire's condition so concern about that matter, and as for my reasons.... it's something I would be concerned with! Elder Ming had told me that you already have said 'Yes' so look forward for your future!"

'His explanation was valid. I admit. But I have to know too right! Well it's a kind of ordeal...much likely a marriage of business convenience!'

Both of them got quite for a moment. Then Mo Fengshi spoke,

"The contract should be signed before September! I hope you won't pull your leg back!"
"It's still a month away! I don't need to rush it! If it is to be done, then I assure you my vows as your company's Madam. But I can't assure the same as your wife!"

After listening to her hard to swallow words, Mo Fengshi gazed deeply in her eyes. His forehead got tensed for a second but then he smiled at her and replied,

"We still have a month right? We'll see that!"
Xiao Jane, unable to catch his intentions, kept looking for an answer. But she couldn't find one.

Sitting on a bed too soft for her taste, Jane's eyes wander unconsciously through this bedroom that is not hers. It is already 6:30am and what she first thought be a strange thing, but which turned out to be an alarm clock, is placed on the bedside table and indicates the unlikely date of Thursday, February 6th, 2034.

It's already been 30 minutes since the alarm clock went off, but Jane is still confused about the current situation and the unlikely date.

Currently, Jane is lost. Only yesterday, the calendar hanging in the kitchen showed May 5, 1974.

More embarrassingly, a thick fog has invaded part of her memory and prevents her from remembering what may have brought her here.

As if that wasn't enough, from what must be an adjacent corridor, many discreet voices reach her ears.

All regarding this morning makes her doubt. Could it be a dream? Nothing here seems to connect her to her reality. To her so noisy and usually so sad city life.

If Jane turns her head slightly to the right, she can see a gigantic tree standing in front of the large window of this beautiful bedroom. Even more enchanting, many birds flutter from branch to branch to the sound of the cheerful songs of their comrades. This graceful ballet is in no way disturbed by the noise of cars, horns or other sirens of the police cars that have always punctuated Jane's mornings.

Today, her sense of smell is incapable of perceiving the horrible odours of essences that, in principle, always attack her nostrils when her eyes open. The scents of fried onions and meat from the small restaurant under her London apartment are equally absent of this room that is undoubtedly possible, absolutely not her.

Although her senses are disturbed by this sudden change, it is not what troubles Jane the most.

A few minutes earlier, when Jane woke up, after rubbing her eyes after a long yawn, despite her usual lack of motivation, Jane stood upright. It was at this very moment that the blonde girl appeared.

Surprised by this girl who had nothing to do in ths room, Jane became frightened and then gave a little scream before hiding under her sheets. She waited for a minute, praying inside for the stranger to come out of of her substitute room, and as she heard no noise, Jane finally got her head out of the sheets.

She was still trembling as she feared the possible presence of the intruder, but she was aware that her hiding place offered her only relative protection. A brief glance is enough for Jane to confirm her fears: The blonde girl hadn't left her room.

Jane was about to throw herself under the sheets again, when she realized that something wasn't right. Not only did she have this strange feeling that she knew this girl very well, but this place had never been her room. What if she's the one who doesn't belong?

This question soon received a confirmation that was as surprising as it was senseless. According to her own memory, which seemed somewhat unstable, this blonde girl would be none other than herself.

Dumbfounded by this new fantasy thought that was getting more and more into her head, Jane tried to reject this possibility straight out of a movie. Jane left the foreign environment aside for a moment to observe the girl, or rather what she suspected to be her own reflection.

She must be a little younger than her. Around 13 or 14 years old. In spite of her long messy blond hair, her tired blue eyes and her small open pink lips forming an O, it is likely that she must already represent the fantasy of many men.

Her original her is not really a very beautiful girl. The original Jane is overweight. With her very short hair and her clothing style close to that of boys, her femininity is close to 0.

Compared to this young beauty, Jane, who rejected with all her might the idea of owning the young blonde girl's body, felt a little frustrated. For a long time, she kept this position to concentrate on the image reflected by the large cupboard doors.

Sometimes she would raise an arm or touch her nose to see if this strange reflection would do the same. Without getting out of bed, Jane then observed the room in more detail. Thirty-five minutes passed and suddenly Jane stopped moving and her eyes sank into nothingness.

As she slept deeply, she lost herself in a very strange dream, in which the blonde girl was the heroine.

Away from her English apartment, as she felt herself being slowly swallowed by the beautiful girl, Jane was constantly fidgeting in that very large bed which, as time went by, seemed more and more familiar to her.

Time passed, the dream progressed, and Jane continued her visit with the one who seemed to be calling her to merge.

"Miss Jane, it is already past 10:00am. It would be nice to get up if you don't want to miss another day of school."

When Jane is pulled from her dream by a woman's voice, her eyes open again.

With drool on the corner of her lips, she yawns for a long time before turning her eyes to the woman who has just disturbed her.

The woman dressed as a maid seems to be a young and pretty brunette, but Jane's eyes are too asleep to be able to discern the contours of her face.

"You're always so boring, Mary."

Dressed in small pink pyjamas revealing her delicate right shoulder, Jane casually throws the sheets on the floor. With great difficulty, she struggles to keep her eyes open when she sets foot on the floor. Her steps are uncertain and without much motivation, she instinctively heads for a door to the right of her bed.

In an oversized bathroom, Jane is ecstatic on the inside, yet her footsteps don't hesitate for a moment to lead her in front of a huge bathtub that could almost look like a swimming pool.

To fill this immense bathtub, she opens the 6 taps which immediately begin their work.

While waiting for the pool to be full, after the little pink pyjama is quickly fallen to the floor, she walks in front of the three large marble basins, turns around and smiles by observing her little buttocks.

Jane is ashamed when she hears herself laughing while she pinches her pretty little firm and high breasts.

She now knows she owns this body, however, the traces left by the previous occupant are somewhat disconcerting to Jane, who never had much confidence in her and her charms.

With Jane and the videographer driving to lead him, Zhang Zian felt much more relieved. Tim did not install a GPS in this minivan, perhaps because the couple had been living here long enough that no GPS was necessary.
Tim and Lauren didn’t reside in downtown Los Angeles, but in a county of a large district. The CFA Tournament this time was being held in a nearby county, about half an hour away by driving.
Along the way, Zhang Zian and Richard discussed possible conditions for the venue and negotiated countermeasures.
In another car, the videographer was very suspicious about whether Jane's approach was correct; in his opinion, this fraudulent sorcerer Mr. Zhang must have been using some type of cloaking by arranging some props on the lawn in advance. They shouldn’t be wasting time on this matter—to some extent, his guess was closer to the truth.
Jane could not be sure, but she insisted on doing this, believing it was worth a try.
Approaching the destination, Jane, who was driving, noticed that there were temporary signs on the roadsides, which were serving to point directions for CFA participants and spectators. Vehicles sprayed with various cat patterns were frequently passing her car. Some were pictures of real cats, some were of cartoon cats like Hello Kitty, and some cars were printed with phone numbers, advertising their own catteries.
When they arrived at the stadium marked on the map, she saw that this place had become the sea of cats. Cats of all kinds and of various colors—although she couldn’t tell the breeds of them — had been closed in cat cages, carried by their owners, and were brought into the stadium. Some catteries didn’t attach much importance to winning, for they had sent only one or two people; while other catteries had sent a strong lineup, obviously ambitious for the championship. 
Many cat owners knew each other. Instead of bringing their cats into the stadium, they were standing near the entrance, greeting one another, talking about the news and gossiping about cats, exchanging experiences in cat raising. Of course, some people were just talking about the weather and election, like ordinary Americans were.
Her car and Zhang Zian's car were parked in front of the gym. Several cattery owners recognized the vehicle that belonged to Blue Climax, and they came by to say hi. 
"Hi, Tim, you're late today..."
However, the only person that got out of the car was not their old friend Tim, but a strange Chinese man with black hair and yellow skin.
"What... Who are you? Why are you driving Tim's car?" Out of concern for their old friend, they inquired bluntly at Zhang Zian and even surrounded him to prevent him from escaping.
Jane indicated the videographer to start shooting hurriedly. It would be best if they could start fighting. Whether Zhang Zian would defeat them or if he was the one being beaten up, it would be a piece of good news—the title for the former would be The Kung Fu Master Deserves His Reputation, while the title for the latter would be Exposing the Fake Kung Fu Master. 
These Americans were tall and muscular, and Zhang Zian, who was surrounded in the middle, seemed very poor and small.
He maintained a calm look, and Richard said, "It was Tim who let me drive his car. He and Lauren are staying at home and they are not going to participate in the race—if you are his friends, you should know that the kittens in Blue Climax are not ready to participate."
They hesitated and looked at each other, but believed most of his words. Tim did tell them that he was not going to participate in this tournament, thinking that there were plenty of chances for him in the future. And the status of Blue Climax was just like the Chinese man had said. 
"Sorry to have misunderstood you. I'm Jack."
"I am Simon."
"I'm Vincent."
"Carl."
"I'm Jeff Zhang from China. I’m a friend of Tim and Lauren, and I’m living at their home temporarily."
They introduced themselves to Zhang Zian and shook hands with him one by one, and the tense atmosphere eased up. The dressing styles and even the tones of these people were very similar to that of Tim. Wearing scruffy plaid shirts, slack jeans and worker’s boots, they seemed like they were in their forties and had straightforward characters. No wonder they and Tim were old friends. 
Jane pouted disappointingly, indicating for the videographer to put down the camera, for the shooting would be unnecessary right now.
Zhang Zian knew that they were rude to him out of concern for their friend, so he didn’t mind. 
Karl raised his baseball cap and asked tentatively, "Tim did tell us that he did not intend to participate in the competition, but he said he would come to visit and gather with us, his old friends. Has he changed his mind?"
Zhang Zian nodded, and Richard replied according to the current situation, "Thanksgiving is approaching, and as you know, the Kellers hold a party in their backyard every year, so he’s too busy preparing for that to come to this. He and Lauren asked me to say hello to you on their behalf, and invite you to join the party."
He even knew such details of their lives, these friends of Tim had no doubts towards Zhang Zian anymore.
"Jeff, how did you get to know Tim? We didn’t hear him mention he had met a friend from China," asked Simon.
Richard replied, "Because when they went to China recently, they met me in China and invited me to come to the United States as a guest."
Vincent replied, "Oh", and said with a sense of pride in his tone, "So you are here to visit the CFA competition? Welcome! Be sure to go to my booth! I presume you have seen Tim's cats, but our cats are as good as his! "
"Come on, Vincent, you won the least championships among us last year, stop embarrassing yourself in front of this friend from China!"
"What did you say! Last year I missed a few races because I was renovating my house. The results have nothing to do with my cats!"
Vincent's words aroused the laughter and sarcasm of other people, and he retorted bitterly.
It seemed that although they were friends, they were secretly competing with each other and strived to foster cats of better conditions. In this atmosphere of healthy competition, they were both supportive of each other and progressing together.
"Please go to my booth."
"You must go to my booth!"
All of them had enough confidence in their own cats and were inviting Zhang Zian to come to their booths. In a sense, this was also a part of the contest among them—asking Zhang Zian, the fair third party, to judge whose cats were better, they even started quarrelling. Their voices were so loud that other participants and audience members started to look this way, thinking that they were fighting. 
"Everyone! Please! Listen to me." Richard interrupted them.
They quieted down, looking at Zhang Zian and waiting for what he was going to say.
"Thank you very much for your invitation, but... actually, I'm not here to be in the audience—I'm here to attend the race."
After this remark, the smiles on their faces suddenly became stagnant. They heard that Zhang Zian came from China and instinctively thought that he was in the United States for fun, and hadn’t thought of the possibility of his participation. They knew that there were catteries from China that often cheated in the races, so the CFA had cut off China from other regions, and now a cattery owner from China had come all the way here to participate in the United States’ competition?  
However, out of trust in Tim, though they were surprised, they had no exaggeration of words and actions.
Richard went on explaining, "I run a pet shop in China, and because of this, I got to know Tim. It was a spur of the moment for me to join the race today, which had nothing to do with Tim. He just lent me the car."
Pet shop?
They felt ridiculous. If it was a cattery from China, maybe they would pay more attention to him— after all, the catteries in China used miraculous methods to win. But a pet shop owner at amateur level dared to participate in the CFA competition? Was he looking down on the competence of the catteries in the United States?!
Simon vaguely squeezed his eyes towards the other three friends, pretending to be serious and asked, "Jeff, which cat breed have you brought? The Ragdoll?"
Since Ragdoll cats were very popular, and nearly half of the cats participating in the CFA competition were Ragdolls, plus the fact that Tim was selling Ragdoll cats, and Zhang Zian knew Tim, Simon was pretty sure about his conjecture. 
Zhang Zian shrugged and looked sorry, "No. Because my cat does not have a studbook, it can’t vie for the championship. I’m here to take it to the competition for house cats, where any breed of cat can participate." 
They finally could not help but laugh. He was indeed an amateur, coming afar from China only to attend the competition for house cats in the United States. Everyone knew that the competition for house cats was only an entertainment and performance competition, and even if his cat won in the end, it couldn’t prove anything. 
"Well, Jeff, where is your cat? Let's take a look at your cat. With our keen eyes, just by a glance, we can tell the chance it has in becoming the winner in the competition for house cats," Karl said with a smile.
Zhang Zian turned back to the car and said in Chinese, "Fina, get out quickly!"


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Arlene spread her hands and said, "now, the only way is to take Zhou Liqing's mother's hair and compare it. If it's not, you can ask if Zhou Liqing is their biological child. "
"If it's confirmed that she is their biological child, if it's not, then it can only be said that the evidence the police found was fake. The female corpse is not Zhou Liqing. But if the evidence is confirmed to be true, then there is only one truth. Who is behind this. Anyway, I think it's definitely the case. Nowadays.. She had watched too many detective dramas. She was practically a detective.
"What Mole? Those police officers were too busy solving the case. " Qian Mengfei was powerless to complain. Suddenly, a white light entered her brain.
Qian Mengfei began to believe what Arlene said in her heart.
But now, no matter what, she still felt that she should also give Zhou Liqing's mother's hair to her boyfriend to do a DNA comparison.
He Min said again, "what if Zhou Liqing is not their biological child, or the child was carried by the wrong person at birth, and the body is indeed Zhou Liqing? Then what should we do? Does the police have records of Zhou Liqing's DNA? "
"Uh... " Qian Mengfei was embarrassed "No, no, she must be the biological child of Zhou and Zhou Liqing's parents. Her facial features have inherited the advantages of Zhou and Zhou Liqing's parents. People who have met her family will say that President Zhou Liqing has inherited all the advantages of her parents, and it's obvious that she's her biological child. "
"Giving Zhou Liqing's mother a strand of hair is also a double insurance. If it's really like what Arlene said, and the specimen makes a mistake during the comparison, it'll be quite troublesome. " Qian Mengfei nodded The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she should take Zhou Liqing's mother's hair for another comparison.
"..."
In the evening, Xi Wan finished her work, and Qian Mengfei ran straight to the hospital from the production team.
She did not tell Zhou Liqing's father that the DNA results were out. Instead, she found a few strands of hair on Zhou Liqing's mother's pillow and put them into an envelope before taking them away.
When Qian Mengfei personally gave the new hair to Zhang Ziyang, Zhang Ziyang's mood was not very high.
After all, anyone who saw that the DNA results were completely different from their expectations would not be happy.
After such a long time of solving the case, one piece of evidence after another was carefully collected, and the result was just like that... ...
This was like the pain of kicking a toe on the verge of breaking. It was really hard to describe in words.
Zhang Ziyang asked her sullenly, "why are you giving me this? "
"confirm it again. This is Zhou Liqing's mother's hair. "
"confirm what? The result of the comparison between the female corpse and Zhou Liqing's father has come out. It's not a match. " Zhang Ziyang sighed, "even if you give me her mother's hair, the result will probably not change. "
Zhang Ziyang sighed slowly.
Qian Mengfei said, "Aiya, it won't take you much time to compare it again. "
Zhang Ziyang took the envelope and looked at the light. The khaki-colored envelope was still khaki under the light. Suddenly, Zhang Ziyang said, "are you tactfully telling me that this Zhou Liqing is the child of old Wang next door? No wonder! "
Qian Mengfei:"..."this imagination, she was going to kneel?
"What are you thinking. I'm just afraid that your appraisal team might be mistaken. Let's confirm it again. "And I've already asked. Zhou Liqing is definitely her parents' biological child! " "Definitely! " "If the result of this comparison with her mother is wrong, then the so-called evidence that you guys found earlier is all useless. "
"The forensics team made a mistake? "
"No, no, " Qian Mengfei denied again, "what I mean is that there might be a mistake. After all, we have to do so much work every day, so it's possible to make a mistake. Even if it's a one in ten thousand chance, we can't give up, right? "
"Alright, I'll bring it to boss later. "
"I think you should give the samples to the two forensics teams to examine. Arlene told me that in the novels she read, there are always underworld bosses buried in the police station, just like there are police in drug dealers... "
"Bang"
Before she could finish her words, Zhang Ziyang patted her on the head, "don't tease me. "
"That's what happens in TV dramas. Don't spend too much time in the entertainment industry and fall in love with wild thoughts. "
"TV COMES FROM LIFE! " Qian Mengfei was not convinced and defended herself "And didn't you say that last time You clearly received a report from an informant that there was a huge illegal business in Port C at 3:00 am. However, when you went there, it was as if they knew that you were coming. They had already left early. That was fine. There was another time after that, when you were injured in the fight. You could have killed them all in one go, but in the end... ... ..
Zhang Ziyang looked at Qian Mengfei.
"So it's really possible. Moreover, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that way. Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? ! "
"Ziyang, let me Tell You, I've always hoped that the identity of this Jane Doe Su is not Zhou Liqing. After all, she was once my best friend. No matter what, I don't want her to die so tragically. ". "But, the evidence that you showed me, any normal person would think that Li Qing might have been killed by Su Nuanyu, and the body is the Jane Doe Su that was dismembered. " Qian Mengfei's voice was extremely heavy.
"But the result just couldn't be. I know that Li Qing is definitely the child of her parents. There's no doubt about it! " "But, so I asked a lot of people how many possibilities there are, and everyone mentioned it. ". "although there are many people who say that she is the child of old Wang next door, I know that they are all joking. On the other hand, the more I think about it, the more likely it is that there is a mole. ". "That's why I took Liqing's mother's hair. You go and find someone you can trust to do a DNA comparison. "
Zhang Ziyang took the envelope from Qian Mengfei and nodded solemnly, "okay, I got it. "
"You must split it two points more. Find someone trustworthy. " Qian Mengfei looked at Zhang Ziyang.
Zhang Ziyang nodded, "okay, I will pass it to boss. "
Even though he said that, Zhang Ziyang still had doubts in his heart "Mengfei, although your suspicion is reasonable, when you gave us the envelope for the first time, we already did a DNA test for someone trustworthy, right? " Logically speaking, there was no mistake!
"Ah... " Qian Mengfei scratched her head, "really? " Could it really be because of Arlene, that she was overthinking things?
However, when her gaze landed on Zhang Ziyang's injured hand, she shook her head again "there is definitely a mole. It must be related to Su Nuanyu, because Su Nuanyu did not leave with the help of a drug dealer? This mole must be a drug trafficker who inserted himself into you... "
Before she could finish her words, Zhang Ziyang covered her mouth.

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Sitting on a bed too soft for her taste, Jane's eyes wander unconsciously through this bedroom that is not hers. 
It is already 06h38am and what she first thought be a strange thing, but which turned out to be an alarm clock, is placed on the bedside table and indicates the unlikely date of Thursday, February 6th, 2034.
It's already been 30 minutes since the alarm clock went off, but Jane is still confused about the current situation and this unlikely date.
Currently, Jane is lost. Only yesterday, the calendar hanging in her little kitchen showed May 5, 1974.
More embarrassingly, a thick fog has invaded part of her memory and prevents her from remembering what may have brought her here.
As if that wasn't enough, from what must be an adjacent corridor, many voices trying to be discrets reach her ears.
All regarding this morning makes her doubt. Could it be a dream? Nothing here seems to connect her to her reality. To her so noisy and usually so sad city life.
If Jane turns her head slightly to the right, she can see a gigantic tree standing in front of the large window of this beautiful bedroom. Even more enchanting, many birds flutter from branch to branch to the sound of the cheerful songs of their comrades.
This graceful ballet is in no way disturbed by the noise of cars, horns or other sirens of the police cars that have always punctuated Jane's mornings.
Today, her sense of smell is incapable of perceiving the horrible odours of essences that, in principle, always attack her nostrils when her eyes open. 
The scents of fried onions and meat from the small restaurant under her London apartment are equally absent of this room which certainly never belonged to her.
Although her senses are disturbed by this sudden change, it is not what troubles Jane the most.
A few minutes earlier, when Jane woke up, after rubbing her eyes after a long yawn, despite her usual lack of motivation, she made a big effort and has finally opens her eyes. 
It was at this very moment that the blonde girl appeared.
Surprised by this girl who had nothing to do in this room, Jane became frightened and then gave a little scream before hiding under her sheets. She waited for a minute, praying inside for the stranger to come out of of her substitute room, and as she heard no noise, Jane finally got her head out of the sheets.
She was still trembling as she feared the possible presence of the intruder, but she was aware that her hiding place offered her only relative protection. A brief glance is enough for Jane to confirm her fears: The blonde girl hadn't left her room.
Jane was about to throw herself under the sheets again, when she realized that something wasn't right. Not only did she have this strange feeling that she knew this girl very well, but this place had never been her room. What if she's the one who doesn't belong?
This question soon received a confirmation that was as surprising as it was senseless.
According to her own memory, which seemed somewhat unstable, this blonde girl would be none other than herself.
Dumbfounded by this new fantasy thought that was getting more and more into her head, Jane tried to reject this possibility straight out of a movie. She left the foreign environment aside for a moment to observe the girl, or rather what she suspected to be her own reflection.
She must be a little younger than her. Around 14 or 15 years old. In spite of her long messy blond hair, her tired blue eyes and her small open pink lips forming an O, it is likely that she must already represent the fantasy of many men.
She... Her original her is not really a very beautiful girl. The original Jane is overweight. With her very short hair and with her clothing style close to that of boys, her femininity is close to 0.
Compared to this young beauty, being very complexed, Jane, who rejected with all her might the idea of owning the young blonde girl's body, felt a little frustrated. For a long time, she kept this position to concentrate on the image reflected by what she understood to be, the large doors of a cupboard.
Sometimes she would raise an arm or touch her nose to see if this strange reflection would do the same. Her suspicions confirmed, Jane sighed heavily. 
Without getting out of bed, Jane then observed the room in more detail. Thirty-five minutes passed and suddenly Jane stopped moving and her eyes sank into nothingness.
As she slept deeply, she lost herself in a very strange dream. A fantasy dream in which the blonde girl was the heroine.
Away from her English apartment, as she felt herself being slowly swallowed by the beautiful girl, Jane was constantly fidgeting in that very large bed which, although unconscious, as time went by, seemed more and more familiar to her.
Time passed, the dream progressed, and Jane continued her visit with the one who seemed to be calling her to merge.
"Miss Jane, it is already past 10:00am. It would be nice to get up if you don't want to miss another day of school."
...
When Jane is pulled from her dream by a woman's voice, her eyes open again.
With drool on the corner of her lips, she yawns for a long time before turning her eyes to the woman who has just disturbed her.
The woman dressed as a maid seems to be a young and pretty brunette, but Jane's eyes are too asleep to be able to discern the contours of her face.
"You're always so boring, Mary. Go away or I'll throw my pillow at your head."
"However, if you don't get up, I'm afraid I'll have to take it back to your father."
Dressed in small white pyjamas revealing her delicate right shoulder, Jane gives up.
She casually throws the sheets on the floor. With great difficulty, she struggles to keep her eyes open when she sets foot on the floor. Her steps are uncertain and without much motivation, she instinctively heads for a door to the right of her bed.
Jane is ecstatic in an oversized bathroom, and this time, her feet don't hesitate for a moment to lead her in front of a huge bathtub that could almost look like a swimming pool.
To fill this immense bathtub, she opens the 6 taps which immediately begin their work.
While waiting for the pool to be full, after the little pink pyjama is quickly fallen to the floor, she walks in front of the three large marble basins, turns around and smiles by observing her little buttocks.
A little ashamed to laugh when she gently grasped her pretty little firm but sweet breasts however, as a newborn being, she rejects this feeling and enjoys the tendreness of her new body.
She now knows she owns this body, however, the traces left by the previous occupant are somewhat disconcerting to Jane, who never had much confidence in her and her charms.

"umm..miss nurse,can me and my friends chat a little bit" ask Damian.
         "Sure,just don't take too long"reply the nurse.
         "Ok,We wouldn't"answer Damian.
          The nurse left the room.Then,Damian look at Vivian then Fabian.
           "I don't know why,but i keep on having a feeling that Jane and Ben are the one who are missing "said Damian.
              "Maybe,but what make you so sure about that?"said Vivian.
               "Well,i have a dream where we are all in a castle and that Jane and Ben are Vampires"Damian said.
                  "Wait,you also have that dream?"asked Fabian.
                   "Why,what wrong?"question Damian.
                     "um...i also have the same dream"said Fabian.
                   "Wait,is it possible for three people to all have the same dream?"asked Vivian.
                  "Let's just let it be for now,we will get to the bottom of this on Monday"Said Fabian.

A whole class of student went for a camping trip,but it was then cancelled.But somehow two of their classmates went missing after.
Will they find out the truth about the Vampire of the night.

Text_Chapter 2 Gossip man is her husband

Two years later...

At the time when the sun was burning in the afternoon, the people in the design engineering department of Xiangyu Construction Engineering Company were slouching and dredging.

Jane Mo sat in the conference room, holding his hand on his cheek, holding a drawing pencil in one hand and sketching it on the design...

Because the time has not yet arrived, the director has not yet arrived. The first few people are holding an entertainment magazine, and they are surrounded by a discussion about "叽叽喳喳".

"Gu Beichen is changing the speed of women too fast, you said ... so the daily exposure of the scandal, the public will not be visually tired?" Daxiong holding out the sound.

Mo Xiaoya's enchanting slaps the big curly hair and said leisurely: "I see you are awkward... As long as it is the news of Chen Shao, do you look at the newspapers and magazines which ones are not sold out?"

"That is..." The internship design assistant came to the evening to come to the evening. He looked at the slightest illusion of his ignorance. "Hey, Chen Shao is really handsome... If you have a chance to see him, you will be fine." "

"Flower idiots you..." Daxiong rolled his eyes. "The man like Gu Beichen has an empty skin, not a family shade."

"This is wrong," Mo Xiaoya shook his head. "Although the Emperor Group was passed down by Gu Jia, it was possible to get to Chen Shaoshao. In less than three years... how much expansion?"

Mo Xiaoya had a long, sigh of sigh, and said: "This man is simply the most perfect man in a woman's dream... no matter it is appearance or power!"

"Oh, when it comes to this... I am very curious." Tonight's round eyes, "Chen Shao officially took over the Emperor Group and got married in a few months, but he has not seen his wife in the public for two years. Have you seen it before?"

She said, the hand supported the chin, "Chen three days and two ladies and stars, the news broke, I want to know what is his wife's feelings." To the evening eyes stunned, "The most important thing is Is this legendary Mrs. Gu not there?"

"It is also possible that the so-called "Mrs. Gu" is the media speculation. In fact, there is no such person at all." Ding Dang, a project planning on the table.

"This Mrs. Gu is really there..." Xu Siyu, who has never spoken, said, "My buddy is a reporter. I wanted to take a wedding with him, but my family's confidentiality was too high. I finally didn't take anything."

"Anyway... the woman who married the giants is sad!" Mo Xiaoya said coldly. "It looks like scenery, but it is humble."

"So, it is the most reliable man like us." Daxiong hurriedly picked up his words and looked at Mo Xiaoya with a look of laughter.

Mo Xiaoya looked through her eyes and was too lazy to care for her. She just looked at Xiaomo who was not affected by them: "I said Jane Beauty, how can you focus on your work so much?"

After sweeping the eye, Xiao Mo is painting the design drawing. The hippie said: "Because the sister-in-law is diligent, there are so many talents who are looking for her to draw the design..."

Her dog's legs looked at Jianmo. "But then, Mom, are you really curious about Gu Beichen?"

Jane Moo marked it next to a design. "Why should I be curious?" She looked innocently at night. "The people who can see each other are not fresh."

"..." When everyone heard it, they suddenly "squeaked".

"Who are we not seeing each other, haven't you seen a real person?" Looked at the magazine in the evening, "Why, when our company can cooperate with the emperor... let us have the opportunity to Look at it?"

Jane Mo looked at the flower idiot in the evening, and smiled and said: "And then?" She slipped through her beautiful, bright eyes. "Being seen by Chen Shao, have you lived a life of Bai Fumei?"

Said, Jian Mo still grinned with a look of sorrow and everyone nodded and gestured.

Suddenly, there was a laugh in the conference room...

Listening to the evening, I suddenly shook my face. "Mu sister, I am not joking." She snorted. "The big group of the emperor, if our company can cooperate, our worth will rise in the future!"

"On the scale of our Xiangyu, can the emperor be able to see it?" Qiao Zirong, the old man of the design department, directly extinguished the dream of going to the night. "Is there no qualification for the tender?"

"That's okay?" Turned his eyes to the night. "How do we say that BOSS has also won foreign design awards!"

Jane Mo listened to the change of their topic, and the line of sight inadvertently fell on the magazine on the table...

Above, Gu Beichen is wearing a hair that is recently fired by a very popular jade girl Lu Mang, so gentle and affectionate.

Gu Beichen is definitely capable of killing international superstars. It is like a carved, angular and handsome face. A pair of eagle owls are deep in ink, such as obsidian, high nose, thin lips...

The wide shoulders and narrow hips are not a trace of the perfect face.

Adding the blessings of the Emperor's Group, this man, who is just twenty-eight, seems to be the ingenuity of proclaiming the hand of God.

The "drop" sounded lightly, and the mobile phone sent a text message to pull back the thoughts of Jianmo.

She converges to pick up the phone and pick it up...

Mr. G: I am going back to Lanze Garden tonight.

Jane Mo looked at the mobile phone text message, until the side of the night looked at her doubts before reacting, and then quickly replied to the past: Ok, wait for you!

The text message had just been sent, and the director came in with the assistant and the engineering team. Everyone packed up and hurriedly sat down...

"Yu received the news," Director Tang Haoyang said. "The emperor will build a theme leisure club in the west of the city..."

He deliberately paused, and the eyes were smooth before everyone said the second half. "The design of each floor will be handed over to different companies... a total of 18 floors, no public bidding. So this is our chance! "

Everyone's eyes are round and round, and the crystal bright and bright look to Tang Haoyang.

"Director, really?" Tonight was the first to make a sound.

Tang Haoyang nodded and looked at Xiaomo: "Jian Mo, Yu said that this draft will be handed over to you... Xiaoya, and Civic assistance."

Jane Moss does not change color, just a light opening: "The design map is no problem, it is difficult to participate in it..."

Tang Haoyang sighed softly. "So... can you send your design to the Emperor's hand, it depends on your ability." A slight meal, "This is not only the opportunity of Xiangyu, but also your chance... ...recommended to UCL to need commercial works."

Jane Mo drove her very popular white modern to Lanze Garden, and thought of Tang Haoyang along the way...

It is her dream to go to the University of London to study architecture. Even if reality does not allow her to continue, she always has to give herself a chance to regret it.

Parked in front of the villa, Jane was still thinking about this... I didn't even see the parking space where the domineering side of the Spy stopped.

When I entered the door, Jane Mo felt that the atmosphere was not right... Whenever that person came back, the air would be filled with overbearing elements.

After looking at the sofa, Jane's line of sight fell on the small bar...

Looking at the man's lonely and arrogant long figure, she suddenly smiled at the corner of her mouth, calmed down before the fade, some charming smiles, eyes flashed with crystal clear light: "Achen? I can't think of you coming back so soon... ...not talking about the evening?"

Gu Beichen turned around, and the eagle squatted and looked at the smiley hair like a simple foam. The thin lips were slightly hooked with a sinuous arc. "Why, not coming back early?"

"How come?" Jian Mo changed his shoes and went up. He hugged Gu Beichen's waist and smiled more and more brilliantly. "Are you coming back to accompany me for dinner?"

"Yeah." Gu Beichen raised his hand and his fingers crossed the lips of Jianmo.

Jane Mou let him touch her cheek, just raise an eyebrow and ask: "Do you have to accompany the star named Lu Man?"

Gu Beichen looked at the flashing light of the eyes of Jane, and the smile of the thin lips could not help but deepen. "How, jealous?"

story is not mine all credit goes to author...  google translation



I was staring at him and he looked the same as he appeared in my dreams. Is he here or I'm still in my dream? 

But something is different compared to my previous dream. In my dream yesterday, he was looking at me with so much affection but in today's dream, he is looking at me with so much hatred. Or is it something else? 

I can't specify it. What the hell? Why do all of the dreams seem so real and confusing? I want to know if it's reality or a dream and there is only one way to know Jane. Pinching always works. Yes, pinching yourself takes you out of your dreams. So I will do it. 

I was about to pinch myself but I stopped in my tracks. Why should I pinch myself? I don't deserve this. He is the one who always comes into my head to distract me. So he should be the one whom I should pinch. 

Yes, I will pinch him, after all this is a dream. Nothing will happen to me. He can't come out of this dream and bite me. No outcome except one thing, I will be out of this dream. 

I should try this, but what if it's real and he is standing in front of me? Don't kid with yourself, Jane. He is not even here. He is going to come next month and when are you going to get a chance to pinch him in reality. 

This is a golden chance. You always wanted to punch him but you can't punch him in your dream. Still, you can always pinch him. Yes, you should try this. Baby, it is revenge time, at least in the dream. 

He was still staring at me, observing every movement. At that time I realized that I was shaking my head and frowning at him. He was looking at me with amusement. 

Why does he appear so handsome in my dreams? I need to end this dream. Yes, good decision, pinch him and end it. 

I lifted my hand to place it on his cheek and he was trying to figure out my actions. As soon as my fingers touched the skin of his cheek, he closed his eyes and I pinched him hard. 

No reaction came. Thank god it's a dream. Pinch him harder. I smirked and applied more pressure. 

“Ouch” came out of his mouth and his eyes were shot open. My pupils get dilated. Oh shit, it's not a dream. The color got drained from my face. 

I'm doomed. Immediately I tried to move my hand from his now red cheek and run as fast as possible but he caught my hand in a blink of a second. I was pushed against the wall and my bag fell on the floor. My hands were pinned on either side of my head. 

Hello wall, good to see you after two years. What are you thinking about this situation, Jane? 

He looks very angry and sexy. Oh shut up Jane, stop thinking stuff like that. I mentally scolded myself. 

Good Jane. You met him after two years and you made him angry. What should I do now? I was moving my legs trying to free myself from his grip. The more I tried, the more his grip became stronger on my hands. He trapped me between his legs to stop any movement completely. 

My body was locked in between his arms and legs. Now I was completely trapped. When I looked at his face after I struggled to get free, he was smirking at me. His smirk was telling me that I can't stand a chance against his strength. He has become stronger and I can feel his hard muscles on every inch of my front body because he is pressed against me. 

I was feeling a little bit dizzy. His touch always causes electricity to run all over my body. His face was three inches away from mine. He was breathing on my skin and it’s causing a tickling sensation. 

I closed my eyes, afraid to meet his deep sea-colored ones. 

“Jane, Open your eyes” came his angry voice. I refused to open my eyes and shook my head from side to side. “Jane, you know I don't like to repeat myself," he said with clenched teeth. 

I don't want to look into his eyes. I don't know what emotions will flow through them and I'm afraid of it. I don't want to show him that I'm afraid to do it. I don't want him to think that every action of his affects me. 

“Jane you know what I will do if you don't do it” I was still standing like that. “OK” came his challenging voice and in a second he started kissing all over my neck and jawline. 

Wherever his lips touched, there were small sparks all over that area. I gasped in surprise. I closed my eyelids with more pressure. Biting my lower lip, I tried to suppress any kind of noise from escaping my mouth. 

He moved the strap of my top to the side to get better access to my shoulder. Soon he started leaving wet kisses all over the area. My breath got stuck in my throat. My body started trembling with his touches. 

Why is he doing this to me? I need to stop him. He always behaves like this when I don't listen to him. His lips were descending my shoulder. I can't take it anymore. “Stop” came out of my mouth and it was more like a whisper, but he heard it. 

“I will stop if you open your eyes and look at me while I'm talking to you," he said, continuing his assault on my shoulder. 

“Why do you want to talk to me?” I asked him. 

“Why do I need a reason to talk with you?” he asked in a demanding voice. 

“That's the point. There is no reason to talk with me so can you leave me. I need to go to the library” I said in an acidic way. Why does he want to talk with me now? He didn't try to talk with me once in these two years. Even after all the things he did to me before leaving the house, he wants to talk to me now. 

He was quiet for some time. 

“Do you pinch every person who comes in front of you while you go to the library?" he asked me. The amusement was clear in his voice. 

“I thought it was a dream," I said instantly. I don't want him to think that I'm mentally retarded or something. As soon as those words left my mouth, I realized what I said to him. ‘Jane you are mentally retarded’ I scolded myself. I felt his eyes roaming all over my face. 

“Oh so I come in your dreams?” he asks me in his husky voice with a questioning tone. At his sentence, I wanted to give him a death glare. What does he think about himself? But I still refuse to open my eyes. 

"Jane, stop being feisty," he said through clenched teeth. 

“I don't want to talk with you. Go and talk with your model girlfriends" I said in a pissed off voice. I don't know why it came out of my mouth. Maybe I was angry because of his actions. 

“I see. That's the reason why you don't want to talk with me. You are jealous” he said, smirking. 

“I will be jealous of your girlfriends only in your dreams," I said in a calm tone. 

“So you are not jealous," he asked for confirmation. 

“Never,” I said with clenched teeth. Who does he think he is? Chris Hemsworth? 

"OK," he said, like he didn't believe my words. All this time while talking, he was leaving soft kisses on my jawline and neck and sometimes on my shoulder. 

“So it won't be a problem then. I don't know why mom thought that you won't like it” he said in a questioning tone. 

“Problem with what," I asked curiously. 

“To meet my girlfriend tonight at dinner” after hearing his words my eyes shot open. 

"Remove your hands from my body," I said in a threatening tone. He was still pressing me against him. 

“Zanvil now” there was anger all over my face. His hold became loose on me and taking advantage of it I pushed him hard. I thought he would fall but he moved only a little bit. I collected my book from the floor and put it in my bag. He was still standing there and watching me. After I was done, I started leaving. I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him. I keep my face straight. 

“Don't you ever think of touching me like that again? And if you want to talk about your personal life, there is no need to ask my opinion about it. I'm least interested in it” I said in a frustrated tone. 

The whole time he was looking at me with a satisfied smirk like he got what he wanted. I started leaving and I heard him shouting “We will see about it. See you at dinner then” I stomped my feet while walking. 

“Damn you Zanvil” I cursed under my breath. Next time if he tries to touch me I won't pinch him. I am going to punch him, I promised myself.

It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad.

I still remember the day I came to live in this house after my parent's death.

I still remember the day when he suddenly came into my room. 

I was looking at him with shocked eyes because of his actions. He locked the door and started coming in my direction. I knew that I was in danger but I can't move my body.

Bloody hell, my body was held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes. 

With long steps, he was coming towards me, and in a flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold star but the next word from his mouth made my eyes short open.

"Who was that man Jane with whom you were laughing and talking answer me. Who was he," he shouted in anger. I took in his appearance his jaw was clenched and his eyes were burning in anger.  

H-e-he saw me with him. 

I knew I was in danger. Now, what should I do was the big questions for me. 

Warm tears filled my eyes ready to slip out from the corner of my eyes by remembering that day. The memor memory of that day still you heard it right.

First place in The Scribblers Award 2020 for best novel

Late into the night later, when everyone had resigned to their beds, someone knocked at the wall outside of Leo and Issa's bedroom. Issa, who was a light sleeper due to issues of insomnia, heard it, and she woke Leo up. Shaking his shoulders, she whispered. "Leo, shall I open the window?"
Leo was in a dream that Issa's tugging seemed like a part of the dream. With her persistence, he opened his eyes, and being near-sighted, he could still figure out the fear of registering in Issa's face through the dark.
"What is it?" Before Issa could answer, another series of knocking pounded gently on the wall.
Leo peeped out through the hole by the window, and he saw a man in black pants and a black windbreaker. He also wore a bonnet that covered his whole face except his eyes. Leo paused to think. If he wouldn't open up, this man would inevitably break into the house. If he would, he could also be submitting himself directly to the danger. However, whatever way he chose, he would still subject himself to an unknown hazard.
He stood up and opened the window. At the sound of an opening hinges, the man looked up.
"Tay..."
"Good evening, son. How can I help you? Please go over the entrance, and I'll open the door." Leo's heart pounded as he offered hospitality. He imagined himself shot at the head the moment he would turn the knob open. However, how could he avoid him now? He was sure that he was one of the men he was feeding for several years. Yet, in times like this, the best thing he could do was to offer kindness. It was still some wicked people's greatest need. And the lack of it was among the reason why some of them resorted to cruel means.
"No need, Tay. I would just like to say something. Since you are always so generous to us despite not knowing who we are, I would like you to be safe. Make an earlier harvest and leave the city with your whole family right away. You may come back when everything is over."
Leo nodded silently. He wanted to ask many things about him, but he couldn't dare. However, the man continued, "We are from the good side, the Velvets. When you hear anything about Ebony and the Velvet, you need to remember what I say. And I know that I don't necessarily have to tell you to keep this thing a secret."
"You can trust me-"
"Mr. Blacksmith," the man answered for him. 
"I'll remember it, sir."
The man stared at Leo for a while before he spoke again. He pulled out a black box from his pocket and handed it to him. 
"Tay, thank you for your thoughtfulness. I want to give you this gift as a symbol of my gratitude."
Leo gathered his brows and hesitated, "Should I accept that? I really don't expect payment."
"Yes, please. Or, I'll be humiliated."
Afraid to offend, he reached out for it and smiled. "Thank you so much for whatever is this. Mr. Blacksmith."
Mr. Blacksmith smiled back and nodded before he turned away. As Leo was about to close the window, he turned back."Tay, please help take care of my son."
Leo gasped in surprise. So, it meant he was the father of Kyle. Whatever was the reason for sending them away, Leo guessed it would be something dangerous. When Mr. blacksmith's footsteps vanished, he and Issa opened up the box. Using the penlight he always prepared at their bedside table, their eyes lit up in awe followed by their gasps. A dazzling, velvet glow shone out from the two pendants of the two diamond necklaces.
Allyza Mountain Resort was sitting on a dark slope. Though a fence enclosed the whole perimeter, it was not impenetrable yet as the entire area was too vast. The construction of buildings and enhancement facilities was still ongoing, and somewhere at the back, there were still open areas.
While Jane and Kyle were fast asleep, Dr. Charles came in again using his door-opening apparatus. Once again, as in all those nights they were here, he sprayed a liquid inhalant to Jane, causing her a deep sleep. He also wiped her face again with a piece of wet wipes. 
Kyle woke up to his slight shaking since the boy was already anticipating his coming. He crawled out of bed as silently as possible, careful not to wake Jane up. When he was already on his daddy's lap, Dr. Charles did not delay his intention.
"Son, later today, you will go back to the city. I may not be able to see you often, but I promise to see you in a few days. Stay away from a man named Markus Madani. He is a relative, but he is harmful. He is looking for you, and he wants to see you dead."
"Dad, he is here."
"I know."
"How?"
"Because he went horse riding near our hideout."
Charles hugged his son again before letting him go back to sleep. Before he went out of the room, he placed a black box in her vanity table, overlaid with a single stalk of a red rose. He then closed the door as quietly as when he came in.
____
As his daily routine, Hayri knocked again at Jane's room after his morning care. He already knocked several times, but still, Jane did not open up. Worried, he went to the receptionist and asked as discreetly as possible for the duplicate key. The resort personnel already knew them, and so she gave the key to Hayri without a second thought.
As soon as the door swung open, Hayri's eyes searched Jane right away. To his surprise, she was still sleeping soundly with Kyle beside her. He shook her up, but she only moaned. Looking at her closely this time, he smelled the paint-like smell again and realized it was stronger than yesterday. He bent down closer to search where the smell came from, and to his shock, it came from Jane's face. He frowned. Jane would never use a kind of facial care cream with this kind of fatal scent.
As he thought more about it, his eyes fell on the bedside table and saw crumpled wipes. His chest thumped louder as he realized that this inhalant could be the reason why Jane overslept. 


Allyza lifted up her eyes to Hayri, her fiance who stood beside her on the deck. He looked back at her with those tender eyes, filled with so much love and admiration for her.

Little did he know, that the woman he loved and adored so much for five years was the one he was long haunting down to kill to avenge for his father.

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