Inferior A After Having a Baby with the Top Boss 102

Chapter 102: “Ah Fei, Let Me Belong to You.”

At 12:37 pm on January 2, 168 New Calendar, the First Military Hospital announced the death of Ismuriel.

According to the examination, the main cause was the backlash from the drugs she used to forcibly sustain her life, coupled with her already depleted and overdrawn body.

At 1:12 pm, the Trial Court applied for an investigation into the Timon tribe branch massacre a century ago.

At 2:10 pm, the current King of the Independent State of Yi Meng approved the reopening and re-investigation of the case.

At 2:30 pm, the Trial Court, the military, and senior government officials held a special summary meeting on the matter.

The weather forecast predicted a blizzard in the afternoon.

Ming Fei woke up from her nap and looked out the window. The sunlight was completely blocked by the thick clouds, the cold wind howled, rustling the branches and leaves, and ice particles filled the air.

She rubbed her eyes and was about to check the grades compiled by the educational system when Ming Zaozao, also waking up from her nap, pushed the door open, hugged Ming Fei’s leg, and asked in a childish voice,

“Mommy, when will Mama be back?”

Ming Fei picked her up: “She’ll be back after work.”

Ming Zaozao didn’t understand: “Then… when will Mama be off work?”

Ming Fei wasn’t sure either, but she guessed it would be rather late today.

She said vaguely, “A little later.”

Ming Zaozao leaned against her shoulder, tugging on her slightly disheveled braids, her little round face filled with longing. Ming Fei, noticing her unusual mood, loosened her hold slightly, pinched Ming Zaozao’s cheek, and asked,

“What’s wrong, Zaozao?”

Snowflakes danced outside the window. Ming Zaozao mumbled, “Baby had a dream, dreamed that Mama was gone, Baby couldn’t find her, Baby was scared.”

Ming Fei took a nearby plush toy and coaxed her: “Don’t be scared, dreams are the opposite of reality. We will always be with Zaozao as you grow up.”

After saying that, she suddenly remembered something.

At the end of their marriage agreement, there was a very important clause stating that if the research institute case was closed, the one-year contract period could be voided, and both parties could terminate the contract early.

Now that the case was about to be closed, what should she do about this agreement?

The room was warm and comfortable. Ming Zaozao was quickly coaxed back to her usual cheerful self. She even started missing Auntie Xu Zhou, whom she hadn’t seen for a few days, tugging on Ming Fei’s clothes and saying with a smile,

“Mommy, Baby wants to go play at Yima’s house tomorrow!”

Ming Fei replied, “Okay, Mommy will take you there tomorrow.”

Hearing her mommy say this, Ming Zaozao became even happier. She followed Ming Fei downstairs, hummed a tune, drank half a bottle of milk, and sat on the sofa, watching her favorite cartoon.

Seeing this, Ming Fei first prepared a platter for Ming Zaozao, half fruit and half dessert, with her favorite strawberries, blueberries, yellow peaches, and so on, paired with coconut milk pudding, butter cookies, and chestnut cakes.

Ming Zaozao smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

Ming Fei also smiled, picked up her reader, sat on the wicker chair on the terrace, and started browsing the contract she had signed with Zhu Yiqiao.

Her gaze fixed on the middle of the last page.

Her thoughts raced, her gaze lingering for a long time. Then, Ming Fei got up, told Ming Zaozao something, and went upstairs to the study, sitting at the desk and writing a letter.

At first, she didn’t write smoothly.

Sometimes her eyelashes fluttered slightly, sometimes her ears felt hot, sometimes she held the pen, lost in thought, and sometimes her lips curved into a smile, her eyes sparkling.

Finally, after finishing the letter, she put it into a blue envelope, stuck a kitten sticker on the seal, and wrote on the front:

—To my love, to Kitten.

As expected, yet also a little unexpected, Zhu Yiqiao informed Ming Fei at seven o’clock in the evening that she was busy with work and wouldn’t be coming home tonight.

Ming Fei asked if she needed dinner delivered, and she replied “no.” Ming Fei gave up and reminded her to remember to eat dinner with several emojis.

At eight o’clock, Zhu Yiqiao replied to Ming Fei’s message.

[Jiejie: I’ve eaten, don’t worry.]

[Jiejie: Ah Fei, see you tomorrow.]

Attached was a photo, a simple composition, a Trial Court dinner, and a reader identical to Ming Fei’s.

Ming Fei enlarged the picture. There was a line of text on the reader.

—Silent longing speaks louder than words, or it’s deafening.*

Ming Fei smiled. Considering that Zhu Yiqiao was busy with work, she only sent a “kitten rolling around” emoji and didn’t send any more messages to disturb her.

The blizzard arrived. Ming Fei held the warm Ming Zaozao and slept through the night. When they woke up in the morning, the world outside was covered in silver. She dressed Ming Zaozao in the warm sweater she had knitted, put on her fluffy hat and scarf, turning the majestic Zaozao the Great into a round little snowball, then drove her to Xu Zhou’s house.

Arriving at Xu Zhou’s villa at nine o’clock, the three of them had breakfast together, then Ming Fei drove to the commercial street in the city center and bought many New Year decorations.

At eleven o’clock, when the hovercar entered the villa garage again, Ming Fei noticed that Zhu Yiqiao’s car was also there.

She got out of the car with the shopping bags, entered the hallway, took off her mask, scarf, and coat, put away the things she had bought, and then went straight to the living room.

But no one was there.

Ming Fei originally wanted to go directly to the third floor, but she paused as she passed the corridor on the second floor. After some thought, she went to the study and retrieved the letter.

Going up to the study on the third floor, Ming Fei knocked on the door, and the sensor door opened automatically. As soon as she stepped inside, she saw Zhu Yiqiao standing by the French window, just turning around.

She had clearly just washed up, having changed out of her uniform and shirt, now in a dark bathrobe, her long hair slightly damp, her appearance cold, noble, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Seeing Ming Fei, a smile appeared in her eyes: “Ah Fei.”

Ming Fei approached: “Jiejie.”

As the distance between them closed, they exchanged breaths, heartbeats, and unspoken longing. After a lingering kiss, Ming Fei kissed Zhu Yiqiao’s face again and asked softly,

“Jiejie, are you finished with work?”

Zhu Yiqiao: “Mm, everything is finished. Because I’m also on the gene theft list, based on the principle of recusal, the remaining tasks will be handled by Min Man, and she will represent the Trial Court at the international conference.”

Of course, there was another reason for taking leave, but Zhu Yiqiao didn’t mention it, because Ming Fei would soon find out.

Ming Fei kissed her between the eyes: “You’ve worked hard, Jiejie. Then… what about Kristen Le?”

Zhu Yiqiao’s silence lasted for a second.

She led Ming Fei to the sofa, sat down, looked at the falling snow outside, and told Ming Fei everything about Ismuriel, her voice lowering towards the end.

At first, when she heard that the Timon tribe had been victimized by corporate greed, Ming Fei was in disbelief. Then, hearing about Ismuriel’s years of dormancy and her century-long plan of self-destruction to bring down her enemies, Ming Fei’s emotions became too complex to describe.

Finally, learning about Ismuriel’s ending, and thinking of all her crimes, Ming Fei pursed her lips, hesitating to speak. She could sense the same emotional turmoil in Zhu Yiqiao, so she hugged her, not saying anything, conveying all her empathy in this embrace.

“Ah Fei.”

“Mm? I’m here.”

Zhu Yiqiao softly called her again: “Ah Fei.”

“I’m here.”

Zhu Yiqiao: “It’s all over.”

This sentence was more like something she said to herself, it’s all over.

Ming Fei hugged her tighter, her arm touching the tie of Zhu Yiqiao’s bathrobe. She subtly moved her hand down a little, making sure not to touch the loosely tied belt.

This warm, lingering hug, where they could hear each other’s heartbeats, completely calmed them down. Ming Fei kissed Zhu Yiqiao’s hair, then released her, her eyelashes lowered slightly as she asked uncertainly,

“Jiejie, do you still remember our marriage agreement?”

“Mm.”

Hearing this, Ming Fei took out the hidden envelope from her pocket, handed it to Zhu Yiqiao, and said, meeting her gaze,

“According to the agreement, after the research institute case is closed, the contract can be terminated early.”

She smiled: “Jiejie, I want to terminate the contract, and I will also leave as required by the contract. Please read this letter before giving me your answer.”

Zhu Yiqiao could guess Ming Fei’s intention.

Ending meant a new beginning. Without even reading the letter, she could guess what the playful cat wanted to do.

However, her long-suppressed heat cycle was approaching faster and more irresistibly than she had expected.

Holding the envelope, she pulled Ming Fei closer and sealed her lips with a kiss. As their lips parted, she took Ming Fei’s hand and led it to the gland on the back of her neck, which was gradually swelling.

“Do you feel it?”

She whispered five words in Ming Fei’s ear, and Ming Fei instantly flushed crimson. But Zhu Yiqiao still felt it wasn’t enough, a hint of longing and fascination in her voice as she whispered against Ming Fei’s ear,

“Ah Fei, let me belong to you.”