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Join the ServerZhou Ye looked down at the pile of colorful children’s clothes in his arms and fell into thought.
He hadn’t expected Sister Lin to care about that little one this much.
He’d heard the daytime Lin Qingxue mention once that a mysterious sponsor was supporting the little one, 3000 yuan a month.
The first time he heard it, he hadn’t expected Sister Lin to be so hard on her daytime self.
For an executor like Sister Lin, each mission paid at least ten thousand. But only 3000 a month. That was pretty stingy.
He looked at the little yellow dress in his arms. This one alone had to cost more than 3000. And she’d bought so many.
He looked up at Lin Qingxue.
She was walking ahead, the hem of her trench coat lifting in the wind, her pace unhurried.
He saw the corner of her mouth curl up.
Zhou Ye’s back went cold.
He knew that curve. It was the smile she gave right before she beat the hell out of him.
Had he done something to make her unhappy again? Was he about to get hit?
No, wait. She’d smiled like that on the plane too.
He remembered: on the plane, Sister Lin had suddenly gotten up for no reason, walked to a corner, and thrown a punch.
Then she’d dragged out a maid. A maid Mr. Su had brought along to handle his daily life.
At the time he’d wondered why Sister Lin was hitting one of Mr. Su’s people. Then he saw her pull a gun out of the maid’s pants.
A small one, made of plastic carbon fiber.
Then, with Mr. Su’s approval, Sister Lin dragged the woman into the service pantry.
He didn’t know what happened inside, but screams came out. It sounded terrifying.
And when Sister Lin carried the woman into the pantry, she’d had that same smile on her face.
Zhou Ye shuddered.
He was curious how Sister Lin had noticed something was off about the woman.
As he thought, he quickened his pace and gradually moved closer to Lin Qingxue.
Lin Qingxue was thinking about how to have some fun with the little one when she got back.
She’d seen a magazine after getting off the plane, about how wild people abroad were. She’d try it out on the little one.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zhou Ye following. She frowned, her voice cold:
“What are you getting so close for? Did you not get enough of a beating on the plane? Want another round?”
Zhou Ye shivered, shook his head, jiggled the bags in his hands, and put on a flattering smile:
“Hey, Sister Lin, how did you know the maid was off?”
“And what happened in the pantry? She screamed so badly. Tell me, we’re still a ways from Mr. Su’s meeting.”
Lin Qingxue looked at him like he was an idiot. “I don’t know how you became a team leader.”
“Right. Your team members are trash, so a team leader like you is trash too.”
“She’s in charge of daily living. Hiding in that corner was obviously wrong, and her posture looked like she was reaching for something. You didn’t see that?”
She glanced at the glasses on Zhou Ye’s nose.
“And you have the nerve to wear glasses. You still didn’t see it with glasses on. They’re wasted on you. And you’re not even nearsighted, just pretending to be some cultured guy.”
Zhou Ye scratched his head and gave a sheepish laugh:
“I… it’s for looking cool. I figured, since we’re abroad, I could use my charm to pick up some foreign girls, and the glasses would attract them.”
“Heh, forget it. Sister Lin, go on.”
Lin Qingxue glanced at his face.
He was actually decent-looking. Regular features, a straight nose, big eyes. Glasses or no glasses, he looked fine.
But he wasn’t her type. And she wasn’t planning on dating anyway.
With her personality, it was a miracle she hadn’t accidentally beaten someone to death.
A figure from before flashed through her mind.
Did that figure really have something to do with her daytime self?
And why did she have two consciousnesses?
As she thought, something in her head suddenly twisted.
She frowned, kept walking, but her breathing grew heavier.
Damn. Every time she thought about these things, her head started acting up.
Zhou Ye was saying something beside her, but she didn’t catch it.
She felt a dull pressure spread from her temples to the back of her skull, then press down from her forehead, like an invisible band tightening.
Her steps slowed. Her hand rose unconsciously and pressed against her temple.
She didn’t want to show this side of herself in front of Zhou Ye. She gritted her teeth and quickened her pace, trying to shake off the discomfort.
But whatever was in her head refused to back off.
Strange images flashed by, frame by frame, like someone was flipping through an album that didn’t belong to her.
She couldn’t tell whether they had really happened or were made up.
She only knew these images made her restless, made her want to smash things.
She cursed under her breath, not loud, muffled in her throat.
She made a fist, pressed it to her temple, and rubbed hard.
Her steps faltered. Her body swayed slightly.
Zhou Ye noticed something was wrong.
He had seen Lin Qingxue hurt, seen her angry, seen her snap someone’s neck with a blank face. But he had never seen her like this.
Her brows were knitted tight, her lips pressed white. Her whole body seemed to be fighting something invisible.
He hesitated for a moment, then took two quick steps and reached out to steady her arm.
His hand had just touched her sleeve.
Zhou Ye felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if a hammer had struck him.
He fell backward, his vision went black, and his back hit the ground.
The shopping bags spilled everywhere. A little leather shoe rolled out of a bag, bounced twice on the ground, and tipped over beside a manhole cover.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach, one thought in his head: ‘What did I do? Did I make Sister Lin mad again?’
Lin Qingxue looked down at her hand.
That punch just now had been hers.
She remembered Zhou Ye’s hand touching her sleeve, remembered her body moving before her mind: she turned, swung, and hit his stomach.
The movement was clean and precise.
She stood there, brow furrowed even deeper, a little dazed.
She hadn’t meant to do it, but she hadn’t tried to control it either.
Her body had moved on its own.
She looked at Zhou Ye on the ground, then at her hand. The dull pressure in her head was still there, but the punch had scattered it.
She took a deep breath, bent down, and pulled Zhou Ye up from the ground.
She pulled him up so hard he staggered, unsteady on his feet. She waited two seconds until he was stable, then let go.
Then she crouched down, picked up the scattered shopping bags one by one, retrieved the little leather shoe that had rolled away, and tucked it into a bag.
Her movements were quick, but not impatient. There was even a little more gentleness than usual.
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