manynovel Chapter 59 The Witch Came to Catch the Mice
Chapter 59 The Witch Came to Catch the Mice
"This...it shouldn't be, right?"
Xiaolan was stunned; she clearly hadn't thought of it that way.
The girl straightened her back, turned to look at Lin Xiuyi, her almond-shaped eyes filled with wariness.
"You probably don't really like idols, do you?"
"Who says I don't like idols?"
Lin Xiuyi deliberately raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly amusement. Seeing Xiaolan's eyes widen in astonishment, he couldn't help but laugh.
"My idol is a writer surnamed Ji from the mainland across the sea. One of his quotes is still my motto in life."
"What did you say?" Eri Kisaki and Ran asked in unison.
One person rested their chin on their hand, their eyes full of curiosity, while the other leaned forward, their face full of eagerness, both waiting for him to reveal the second half of the sentence.
"I have no other hope in this life, I only hope that I can..."
Lin Xiuyi stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence, inwardly annoyed.
It's fine to joke about this with Eri in private, but saying the whole thing in front of his daughter would completely shatter his image as a respectable father.
"What happened next? Tell us quickly!"
Xiao Lan reached out and tugged at his sleeve, her little face full of resentment.
Lin Xiuyi chuckled and tried to brush off Xiaolan's questions with excuses like "I can't remember the full text" and "The sentences are too profound for you to understand now."
Although Xiaolan was very dissatisfied and glared at him several times with her cheeks puffed out, she knew that it was useless to pester him any longer, so she could only give up in frustration.
After dinner, Xiaolan went back to her bedroom early.
She hadn't slept well last night, so naturally she wanted to fall asleep early and have a good dream, and also avoid hearing her parents fighting.
Only Lin Xiuyi and Fei Yingli remained in the living room, and the two tacitly divided the task of clearing the dining table.
After everything was tidied up, Eri Kisaki gently nudged Hideaki Hayashi: "Go back to your bedroom and wait for me."
Lin Xiuyi walked into the bedroom with a puzzled look on his face. He had just sat down on the bed when Fei Yingli pushed the door open and entered.
She changed out of her comfortable cotton nightgown and put back on her usual dark-colored office suit.
The well-tailored suit accentuated her capable and elegant figure. What was even more striking was that her long, straight legs were encased in sheer black stockings, which shimmered delicately under the lights, exuding a mature charm.
"Why did you suddenly decide to dress like this?" Lin Xiuyi forced a gentle smile, but inwardly she was groaning.
He had spent most of the day with Tomoko and was now completely exhausted, with no energy left to deal with this unexpected "surprise".
"What, you don't like it?"
Eri Kisaki, with her keen senses, instantly noticed his unusual behavior.
Normally, if she were dressed like this, this bastard would have pounced on her long ago, and he wouldn't be so calmly asking why.
"Of course I like it, I'm just a little curious."
Lin Xiuyi quickly composed herself, put her arm around the female lawyer's waist, and spoke in a flattering tone.
"After all, Eri, you're not usually this proactive."
"real?"
Eri looked at him suspiciously, then a faint blush rose to her cheeks, and her tone softened.
"Didn't Xiaolan say you rejected that actress surnamed Chi Ze? I thought I'd give you a little reward..."
"I see, that's wonderful!" Lin Xiuyi immediately put on a "sincere" smile, but inwardly he was lamenting that this reward had come at the worst possible time.
"...I'm glad you like it."
Eri blushed and leaned against him, her fingers gently tracing his chest. Suddenly remembering what had happened earlier, she looked up and asked him a question.
"By the way, what about the second half of your saying? Why didn't you finish it when Xiaolan was around?"
Lin Xiuyi leaned close to her ear, lowered her voice, and recited the second half of Mr. Ji's maxim in its entirety.
The warm breath brushed against her ear, accompanied by those slightly ambiguous words, making Eri blush instantly, even her ears turning pink.
"Where did this old scoundrel come from? Only you would idolize him..."
Eri playfully punched Lin Xiuyi, her eyes full of coquettishness.
"You dare say something like that in front of your daughter? Aren't you afraid she'll investigate it herself later?"
"The old gentleman's original words were in Chinese, and what I just said was a translation of Japanese. Even if Xiaolan wanted to look it up, she wouldn't be able to find the original text in a short time."
After Lin Xiuyi finished speaking with a smile, he hugged Fei Yingli and fell onto the soft bed together, trying his best to hide his fatigue and forcing himself to stay alert.
……
Meanwhile, in the night sky above Tokyo International Airport, a flight from the United States slowly landed, the cabin door opened, and passengers poured out, dragging their suitcases.
Among the crowd, a woman with a graceful figure and a cool, aloof demeanor stood out.
She wore large black sunglasses that covered most of her face, her golden curly hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she wore a black velvet dress. As she walked, the hem of her dress lightly swept the ground, and every step she took exuded a mature and charming aura.
A black Porsche 360A was already waiting by the roadside.
The woman opened the car door and got into the back seat. The car started smoothly and sped off towards downtown Tokyo.
"Vermouth, didn't the news say you wouldn't arrive in Japan for about ten days?"
The driver, Vodka, glanced furtively at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
"That was fake news that I spread in the first place."
Chris Vineyard, or perhaps Vermouth, leaned back in her chair, her voice languid yet carrying an undeniable chill.
"It's just to prevent the rat I'm trying to catch from getting wind of the situation and running away."
As she spoke, the woman took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her handbag, picked one up between her fingers, and lit it with a lighter, but suddenly stopped, as if she remembered something, and slowly extinguished the flame.
Vermouth rolled down the car window and casually tossed the entire pack of cigarettes out.
The cigarette pack traced an arc in the air and quickly disappeared into the dark night.
"Huh? You've quit smoking?" Vodka asked in surprise, unable to resist asking another question.
"It's not about quitting smoking," Vermouth replied casually, her fingertips tracing the metal casing of the lighter. "It's just that the rat I'm looking for this time has a very keen nose. If he smells smoke, he'll probably run away by now."
"Do you need any help?" Gin, who had been silent all along, finally spoke from the passenger seat.
"Need not."
Vermouth refused decisively, turning to look at the fleeting night view outside the window. Her sunglasses slipped down slightly, revealing a pair of water-green pupils.
The woman's expression held a hint of melancholy, as if she were recalling distant memories.
"I'm here today only to handle my own personal matters."
Seeing the rare gentleness in her expression, Vodka blurted out a joke.
"Why do I feel like Vermouth isn't here to catch mice, but rather to meet her old flame?"