You were at the briefing

Ying Yue leaned her head against the glass window of the bullet train heading to X-city. Her eyes were watching the scenery outside, occasionally flitting her eyes to the other passengers. When she was on a mission, she normally channeled a lot of her energy into studying everyone around her. You'd never know which one of them was watching or following you, too.

She trained her eyes at the teenage boy diagonally across who had openly stared at her earlier while they were waiting for the train. Right now, however, he had his headphones on and—

"Remind me again why we're taking the train when we could've flied there." Fei Huangjin's voice cut into her thoughts, and she turned her head only to see him looking uncomfortable in his seat. He was squirming every two seconds and he kept adjusting his legs.

She grinned. Even when she was his secretary, he always flew first class to whatever city he needed to be. It must have been a while since he'd taken the train. ��You were at the briefing, Huangjin. I'm sure you know this was for the best to keep ourselves on the down low."

He looked at her with his mouth upturned and his brows all twisted. "Couldn't we get the business class seats of the train, though?"

"No. That attracts too much attention."

"But the leg room here is so small—"

"Learn to live with it, Huangjin." She gave him an exaggerated smile to make him shut up, and then she leaned her head on his shoulder to try and pacify him. "I know you've been to worse conditions than this when you spent years training under the Dragon Club, so calm down and let me nap, will you?"

"Mmm." He looked at the head of hair putting weight on his shoulder and felt the familiar thump of his heart speeding up. He wasn't exactly that uncomfortable riding the train. He only acted so because he didn't want her to feel any kid of discomfort as his wife.

However, it seemed like these things weren��t much of a bother to her. She should've been used to her simpler way of looking at things by now. It was just that he'd grown up with a mother who put glamour before anything else, and so he also wanted only the best treatment for this lovely wife of his.

Ahh. He'd really hit the jackpot by marrying her.

Fei Huangjin planted a kiss on the top of her head and finally relaxed a little.

***

Su Jianjun licked his lips and checked his watch. He was on the plane to X city to meet with Song Yinan and make sure that idiot doesn't back out of the plan. He didn't want his own hands to get dirty, so making use of the man was a good deal for him. "Where's the girl now?" He asked his assistant.

The man turned to him and pushed his glasses up his nose. "We weren't able to find her in any flight going there, so we thought she hadn't left yet. Thankfully, we'd briefed our men with her photograph, and of the men just so happened to spot her arriving at the train station in X city. It seems like she was with a man."

One of Su Jianjun's eyebrows lifted. "Have you identified him?"

His assistant shook his head. "The man seemed too aware of his surroundings so we couldn't get a clear picture of him."

"Pull up his picture," he ordered.

In less than a minute, a tablet was passed to him, showing a blurry outline of a woman. She had wrapped a scarf over her neck and chin, and had a cap over her head. But to anyone who knew her, it was apparent that it was Ying Yue with the way her lips straightened when she was in a serious mood and the long black hair that flowed endlessly behind her. He smirked.

And then Su Jianjun's eyes moved to the man behind her. The man seemed to know that there was a camera pointed at them and at the last minute, looked away with his cap down, also using Ying Yue as a shield to cover his face. With the minimal way he was dressed, and the lack of a proper look at him in this picture, they'd be at a dead end with his identity. "Are there any other photos?"

"Unfortunately, there are none, sir. It was difficult for our man to take this one, and he lost their trail after that."

"Hmm."