I'm doing this for you, boss

Guan Ting settled into his room at the Dragon Club base. He was unusually exhausted from the odd day he'd had today, and he didn't want to think about it further. Making sure his boots were at one side of his bed and a gun was under his pillow, he shut out the thoughts coursing through his brain and laid on his back, one arm slung across his eyes.

Slowly, his mind calmed and he started drifting into sleep.

BANG!

The door opened suddenly, waking Guan Ting. He pulled the gun from under his pillow as he dived to the floor and rolled to a shooting stance while on his knees, ready to shoot at the intruder.

The man on the door was unperturbed at having a gun pointed at him, instead looking at Guan Ting coolly with that beautifully formidable face of his. His jaw also ticked impatiently. "Tsk."

"Boss?" Guan Ting lowered his gun and stood up quickly in attention. "Sir!"

"Where's Ying Yue?" Fei Huangjin's voice carried with it an air of animosity as he stared into Guan Ting's eyes. He'd gone to the Juyan headquarters only to find that she wasn't there. And since Guan Ting wasn't answering his phone, he'd made the extra effort to personally come to him here -- even if he was this man's master. "Where's my wife?"

Guan Ting's scarred face grimaced. He knew it was inevitable to get caught between the two. He just hoped he wouldn't get fired or killed by either one of them, not that he could be killed that easily. "With all due respect boss, I can't tell you right now."

Fei Huangjin took a few steps forward until his face was tight in front of Guan Ting, sizing him up with a huff. "I'm your master, Guan Ting!"

"I'm doing this for you, boss!" His lips pulled back as he cringed. The words he had said just a short while ago sounded awkward and emotional.

His master gazed into his eyes intimidatingly. "Explain." The word rolled on his tongue, laced with unmistakable displeasure.

"The young madam said, if I told you where she's staying, she would file for divorce." Guan Ting pursed his lips, not daring to say another word further.

Fei Huangjin, with his hands balled into fists on either side of him, understood. He ran another hand through his hair out of exasperation.

***

Ying Yue was lying on her couch, with one leg slung over the backrest and the other on the armrest. She glanced at the wall clock on the living room. It was almost three in the morning, and yet there was no signs of Fei Huangjin figuring out that she was here.

"Idiot," she muttered.

She knew she'd warned Guan Ting off from telling him, but seriously, didn't it occur to him that she could be here?

"Arrgggh!" Ying Yue rolled over and sighed. Her eyelids were getting heavier each second, and soon she was deep into her sleep.

In her dreams, she was walking alone on a plain grassy field. The sun was bright and there were barely any clouds in sight, but the heat of the sun didn't sting her skin even for a little bit. She trudged on, with no destination and no purpose.

The grassy field stretched farther and farther the more she walked. It even seemed like the horizon only consisted of green grass, and nothing else.

"Ying Yue…"

She turned her head around. 'That familiar voice,' she thought.

"Ying Yue…"

She twirled on her feet, looking for the source of that voice, until finally, she caught sight of a teenage boy, sitting on the grass not far from her. She walked to that direction, and when the boy looked up, he bore the face of a younger Ying Shen -- that same face she saw the day her father died.

She gasped. "Brother Shen!"

He smiled. "Xiao Yue…"

She felt so elated to see him that Ying Yue knelt on the grass to wrap her arms around his neck. He felt warm, and familiar, and yet strangely so, he didn't even try to hug her back. Instead, he pushed her gently away from him.

"Xiao Yue…"

Hopeful eyes met his indifferent ones, and Ying Yue ended up grinning brightly at him like a fool. "Yes, brother?"

He cocked his head to one side, as if analyzing her. "I'm not your brother."