Inferior A After Having a Baby with the Top Boss 99p2

Chapter 99: “Do You Want to Mark Me?” p2

“Click—”

The sound of the door opening was like the sound of a bullet being loaded and fired.

In the slightly cramped meeting room of the nursing home, Director Mo Xinli’s hands and feet were shackled with detection devices, her green eyes like a withered tree.

Zhu Yiqiao glanced at her, sat down opposite her, and asked impassively,

“Where is the antidote?”

Mo Xinli’s lips twitched: “Chief Judge Zhu, don’t worry, at this point, I won’t renege on my promise.”

Zhu Yiqiao studied her.

She didn’t think that Mo Xinli was the mastermind. Among the remaining three cards, she was probably the “Heart,” symbolizing love and romance.

“Where is she?”

Mo Xinli: “She? The Moli army should have arrived at the base lab by now. They should have uploaded all the files and archives in the base to the intranet, clearly recording everything I’ve done, everything I wanted to accomplish, where is there any ‘she’?”

“I was the one who organized the international gene theft, I was the one who instructed Bai He to launch the attack, I was the one who implanted chips in the bodies of the other four and caused their deaths, I planned everything, single-handedly created the research institute, and repeatedly played the government, the military, and the Trial Court like monkeys.”

“Did you see the skeletal remains on the back mountain? Those are the victims of the initial experiments—”

Min Man, Colonel Xu, and the others in the monitoring room were already furious. Zhu Yiqiao’s eyes were icy, her words like invisible blades, piercing Mo Xinli’s weak spot with a single sentence.

“A minute before I entered the meeting room, your partner, Li Shuiwen, suddenly fainted.”

The previously frantic person instantly became panicked.

She struggled, trying to break free from the shackles, repeatedly asking, “What happened to Shuiwen? Tell me, what happened to Shuiwen? She’ll be fine, right?”

Zhu Yiqiao said coldly, “Mo Xinli, you’re willing to sacrifice everything for the head of the research institute, but she won’t give you and Li Shuiwen any way out.”

“You’re running out of time, tell me, who is she?”

Worry and fear took over. Mo Xinli hesitated, trying to find a hint of deception in Zhu Yiqiao’s expression.

Shuiwen will be fine, she comforted herself. Shuiwen… will be fine, she reaffirmed her answer, but the wall she had built began to crumble.

Shuiwen…

…Shuiwen…

Finally, her expression gradually turned to pain, and she burst into laughter, her face contorted, her fingers clenched so tightly that the veins bulged.

“…There’s no antidote. They will all recover in a few hours. It was just a little bit of an illegal drug, to make their symptoms look like poisoning.”

“I don’t know what she looks like, and I don’t know who she is. We all met her through another person. Every time we met, I could only hear a slight friction sound, or the sound of a device activating, and that other person was—”

At this point, blood spurted from her mouth, her symptoms identical to her partner, Li Shuiwen’s. Min Man in the monitoring room immediately rushed over. In her final moments, Mo Xinli couldn’t speak. Her trembling fingers tapped twice on the table, and then she closed her eyes.

Min Man, arriving at the scene, witnessed this and pursed her lips.

The lead was broken again.

She walked to Zhu Yiqiao’s side, and the shackles with detection devices beeped—

“Beep—”

This was the alert for the cessation of life signs.

The piercing sound echoed in the room. As others entered to remove the devices and wrap things up, Zhu Yiqiao stared at the table and suddenly issued an order.

“Seal off Xinmin Elderly Care Home and thoroughly investigate all personnel.”

Colonel Xu saluted: “Yes.”

***

As dusk approached, the snow finally stopped.

Ming Fei sat on the terrace, having just finished the last winter break meeting. She stood up, looking at the distant horizon, a hint of worry in her eyes.

She wondered if everything went smoothly today. She thought.

Just as she was pondering, her phone on the table vibrated. Looking down, she saw a message from Jian.

[Jian: Hi, Xiao Fei.]

[Jian: I went back home for the holidays, and my grandmother and I talked about the pattern I translated for you, and somehow, we ended up talking about things from a long time ago.]

[Jian: Grandmother said that during the old calendar era, our Timon tribe actually had a branch. They shared the same language and writing system as us, and had the same customs, but then, for some unknown reason, they disappeared overnight. At that time, based on the traces they left behind, the tribe members guessed that they had migrated, after all, the Timon tribe lived in the cold mountains at that time, and some tribe members did have thoughts of leaving.]

[Jian: I’m guessing that perhaps the pattern you saw in the elderly care home might be from that other branch after they migrated.]

Actually, Ming Fei didn’t know much about the Timon tribe, only hearing about it from Jian during the competition. Now, seeing Jian’s message, she thought of something else.

[Perhaps.]

[If it’s convenient, could you give me an address? Because the pattern your grandmother translated for me was a great help, I want to send you a New Year’s gift as a token of my gratitude.]

Jian replied quickly.

[Jian: Hahaha, you’re welcome.]

[Jian: My grandmother and I are very happy to be able to help you. The address is: xxxxxx]

[Jian: Our Timon tribe is known as the Snow Spirit Clan in this area. We are born with blonde hair and red eyes, and we believe in reciprocity, so I will also send you a New Year’s gift and a wedding gift.]

They chatted for a while longer. When the daily chef finished preparing dinner, and 0619 came to remind Ming Fei to eat, she finally placed an order for the gift she had chosen online.

Ming Zaozao ate a lot tonight. After her meal, she played for a while and then felt sleepy, obediently letting Ming Fei bathe her and put her to bed. She hugged her teddy bear and fell asleep.

Ming Fei wasn’t sleepy.

She went upstairs to the study, logged onto the public network, and started searching for information on the Timon tribe. Compared to other races, because they lived in the snow mountains, there was relatively little information about them.

After mentally reviewing all the elderly people she had met, Ming Fei was certain that there was no one in the elderly care home who matched the physical characteristics of the Timon tribe, but this didn’t mean anything, because low-cost changes could be made.

Ming Fei glanced at her phone. It had been four and a half hours since she sent the message about the physical characteristics to Zhu Yiqiao, and their chat page still stopped at her [Kitten burrowing into bushes.gif].

She didn’t disturb Zhu Yiqiao, who was still busy, and started reading books about the origins of the Timon tribe. Time passed slowly, accompanied by the light and the books.

At twelve o’clock, Ming Fei took off her glasses and was about to go back to the bedroom to rest. Just as she pushed the door open, she sensed Zhu Yiqiao’s pheromones.

The scent of cedar and fir was especially strong and calming.

Ming Fei immediately ran downstairs and saw Zhu Yiqiao on the sofa on the first floor. She had taken off her cloak and coat, the top button of her shirt undone, a hint of fatigue in her eyes.

Zhu Yiqiao also noticed her, or rather, when Ming Fei released her pheromones on the second floor to soothe her, she knew that the person who obediently recorded their hand-holdings, hugs, and even kisses was approaching her.

“Jiejie,” Ming Fei asked worriedly, “Are you feeling unwell?”

Zhu Yiqiao didn’t speak, just stared at her, like a cat seeing catnip.

The cedar and fir trees swayed their branches and leaves, and the long-suppressed raccoon cat emerged from the forest. Ming Fei released more pheromones, sat next to Zhu Yiqiao, held her hand, and asked,

“Is it—”

Zhu Yiqiao kissed her.

Unlike her clearly fluctuating pheromones, her kiss was gentle. After the kiss, she kissed Ming Fei’s dimple and asked softly,

“Ah Fei, can I give you a reverse temporary marking?”

Ming Fei didn’t hesitate: “Okay.”

The intertwined pheromones in the living room became richer. The raccoon cat, after many days, finally tasted its favorite little sweet pear again. The moment it bit down, it happily wagged its tail, and after tasting it, it left a trail of paw prints in the snow.

Zhu Yiqiao, sitting on Ming Fei’s lap, pursed her lips and said with her eyes half-closed, “It’s sweet.”

The kiss was sweet, and so was the marking.

Ming Fei’s ears immediately felt hot.

Zhu Yiqiao asked, “Do you want to mark me?”

Ming Fei shook her head: “Jiejie is already very tired.”

It was true.

Zhu Yiqiao rested her head on Ming Fei’s shoulder and closed her eyes like a bird returning to its nest.

“Ah Fei, it’s time to rest.”

“Mm.”

Ming Fei picked up Zhu Yiqiao and, as they reached the second floor, realized—Zhu Yiqiao had fallen asleep.

Asleep in her arms, unguarded and completely trusting.

Ming Fei lowered her head slightly and gently kissed Zhu Yiqiao’s hair. As she entered the bedroom, she thought, a little flustered and uncertain,

Zhu Yiqiao had a strong cleanliness habit.

Should… she change Zhu Yiqiao’s clothes?