At night, Yang Wen washed up and went to bed.
When Yang Fei came out of the shower, Qin Yanyang was just turning off the television and preparing to head to her room to rest.
"When can I sleep in this room?" Yang Fei asked as he saw her intending to enter her room, reminiscing about the solid sleep they had in each other’s embrace the previous night.
Qin Yanyang’s face flushed, and she said softly, "Not yet."
Yang Fei said, "I won’t do anything, just sleep together, that’s all. You can trust me, I absolutely won’t cross any lines."
Qin Yanyang’s ears turned red.
He said he wouldn’t cross any lines, but he wasn’t well-behaved once asleep.
Moreover, there were many things in her room that she couldn’t let Yang Fei see.
"It’s not okay now, it depends on your behavior," Qin Yanyang insisted.
Yang Fei looked disappointed, put on a determined face, and firmly said, "Sooner or later, I’ll sleep in there."
Qin Yanyang, worried that she might soften and agree, opened the door and quickly went inside, hurriedly closing the door behind her. Find the newest release on nοvelfire.net
Leaning against the door, she could feel her heartbeat quickening and her cheeks remained flushed.
"I should drink less from now on."
She figured it must be because she had too much to drink.
After a while, she calmed down and thought of something. She walked to her computer and turned it on.
Connecting to a secure network, she got in touch with a subordinate and asked them to look into Yang Fei’s father’s situation.
His uncle had said that Yang Fei’s father had left their village at seventeen and had gone without news for five years. The people from his hometown even thought he had died elsewhere.
Although he had contacted his family later, he had never returned to the village, and when he did, it was on his deathbed, bringing with him the one-month-old Yang Fei.
With so little information, it was hard to investigate. The only things she could provide were a name and place of origin.
Thinking of Yang Fei’s lonely and solemn silhouette during the memorial service, a twinge of pain echoed in Qin Yanyang’s heart.
"I hope some useful information can be found."
Yang Fei lay in bed, also thinking about this matter.
According to his uncle’s description, his father had been on the brink of death when he returned.
With no signs of injury, the life qi mechanism was lost, beyond the point of return. He himself was skilled in medical arts yet had never heard of such an affliction.
It seemed more like he had suffered an irreversible internal injury.
Could it be that his father had a fortunate encounter after leaving the village and learned martial arts?
There were no clues at all.
Yang Fei finished a cigarette, and then suddenly narrowed his eyes, thinking of Tang Qian’s sister, Tang Shuwan.
When she had seen him, she said he looked very similar to a person she once knew.
She had also asked about his place of birth, but after hearing it, she simply shook her head.
That person from her past was from Imperial City. But what if that person was a woman?
Having been an orphan since childhood, with his father dead, he neither knew his mother’s name nor what she looked like. He had once longed or hoped that she might appear one day, but as he grew up, he had lost that notion.
In searching for his mother, firstly he had no clues, and secondly, he had left it to fate.
But after this trip to pay respects to his father, learning some things from his uncle, his heart was stirred with emotion.
As a son, he thought he ought to at least know who his parents were.
Moreover, now that there might be more to his father’s death than meets the eye, if he were an ordinary person, he would not inquire or pursue it. But he was, after all, the King of Madmen, someone with abilities, and naturally, he wanted to understand the truth.
"Forget it, let everything be as fate wills it," he concluded.
Discarding the cigarette butt, Yang Fei simply turned over and went back to sleep.
He didn’t know how long he slept, but in a daze, Yang Fei suddenly opened his eyes.
He pushed open the door and saw the living room light on, with Qin Yanyang dressed and standing at his door, holding a suitcase as if about to knock.
Yang Fei checked the time, 2:37 in the morning.
"What are you doing so late?" Yang Fei asked.
Qin Yanyang looked at him and said, "I received a mission on short notice, I might have to leave for a while."
Yang Fei frowned, "Does the school’s mission require you to leave in the middle of the night?"
Qin Yanyang gave an embarrassed smile. She was just about to leave him a note and depart, but for some reason, she wanted to say goodbye to Yang Fei in person.
Now, hearing his question, she felt a bit awkward, indeed it was hard to make up an excuse.
But still, she pressed on, "I can’t explain it to you right now. I told you when we first met, sometimes I might have to work on some scientific research projects that require me to be away from home for several days. The lab just called to say that there has been a breakthrough in an academic matter, and they’ve asked us to work overtime to tackle it."
Yang Fei looked at her skeptically, clearly not very convinced.
But in the end, he asked, "How long will you be gone?"
Qin Yanyang thought for a moment, shook her head and forced a smile, "I’m not sure yet, maybe ten days or half a month."
"Alright then, be safe," said Yang Fei.
Qin Yanyang’s heart skipped a beat.
Did he catch on to something, or did he notice any clues?
Yang Fei was calm, looking at her, he said, "If there’s any emergency, just call me. You know, your husband here is a martial artist, I’ve got some skills."
Qin Yanyang breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "What kind of emergency could there be with scientific research? Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Besides, my grandpa, my dad, and my brother are all martial arts masters, and I am Miss Qin of the Qin Family, how could anything happen to me."
Yang Fei just smiled at that, remembering the two individuals who had appeared on Yun Mountain a few days ago.
Ordinary people wouldn’t dare mess with Miss Qin.
But if someone did come, they wouldn’t be ordinary.
"So... I’m leaving now?" Qin Yanyang said, looking at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei nodded, "It’s so late, why don’t I drive you?"
Qin Yanyang shook her head, "I can drive, it’s too much trouble for you to go back and forth, and too tiring. Get some rest early."
Yang Fei agreed, then I’ll see you out.
Saying so, he took Qin Yanyang’s luggage and started walking downstairs.
Qin Yanyang felt a warmth in her heart and suddenly didn’t want to leave.
She used to be so free-spirited, leaving whenever she said so; today, she could have left a note or explained everything over a phone call in the morning, but for some reason, she just wanted to say goodbye to him in person.
She had begun to feel attached.
Qin Yanyang thought silently.
He escorted Qin Yanyang to the underground parking and placed the luggage in the car.
As Qin Yanyang was getting into the car, Yang Fei suddenly opened his arms, "Can I have a hug?"
Already feeling sentimental today, Qin Yanyang considered it for a moment and couldn’t resist, nodding gently.
Yang Fei hugged her openly and warmly.
Qin Yanyang rested her head softly on his shoulder, her thoughts drifting back to their time on Yun Mountain.
The two held each other gently, nestled together.
After a while, Qin Yanyang gently pushed him away, "I have to go."
Qin Yanyang got into the car, gave Yang Fei a look, and then smiled brightly, "I’ll try to come back as early as I can, goodbye."
Yang Fei smiled back saying goodbye, watching as she drove away.
Of course, Qin Yanyang wasn’t really heading for Binhai University. She drove straight for the airport where she did find about fifteen men with sharp gazes and imposing auras waiting for her.
A middle-aged man approached Qin Yanyang and gave her a standard military salute, loudly saying, "Good to see you, Commander."
Qin Yanyang returned the salute and asked, "Is everything ready?"
"Reporting to the commander, all other members have assembled. Please give your instructions."
Two minutes later, the helicopter took off, disappearing into the night of Binhai.