He even began to wonder: if Scotland were still alive, it wouldn't be impossible—he could even profit from it.
Thinking this way, he even began to feel conflicted.
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After Akai Shuichi discovered that his mind was elsewhere, Gin glossed over the details and gave him an extremely brief and concise report.
It's something like that; both approaches have their pros and cons." Gin frowned, looking with dissatisfaction at the black-haired youth who was swirling his wine glass with a smile in his eyes. "What are you laughing at?
Not at all." Akai Shuichi quickly refuted, setting down the wine glass in his hand. To prevent Gin from becoming enraged, he hurriedly clarified, "I was just lamenting that even you have moments of indecision.
I thought you were always this decisive.
How interesting.
"It's not indecision." Gin subconsciously retorted, his blue-green eyes staring at the glass in front of him, where the ice cubes bobbed and drifted within the amber liquid, as if dyed by the liquor.
He spoke slowly, emphasizing certain syllables to the point that his pace was somewhat sluggish: "This is not my business; as a bystander, I do not need to make a decision."
“Then I'll continue to be an obse..” The last word was swallowed back abruptly under Gin's "Aren't you just talking nonsense?" expression. The Black-haired agent cleared his throat and took a sip of Whisky to soothe his throat.
Meanwhile, he complained to himself that he was almost getting used to this guy's temperament.
Amidst the lights and shadows of the nightlife, Akai Shuichi did not notice that his gaze had become exceptionally gentle.
He still gave his suggestion earnestly.
Even though I don't know the specific circumstances, I think if you are truly caught in a dilemma—" Akai Shuichi analyzed slowly, his green eyes looking exceptionally sincere, "you might as well choose the one you want more.
“The one you want to choose more?” the Silver-haired youth repeated his words, his tone somewhat strange, as if he were skeptical, yet also as if he were truly taking them to heart.
Exactly." The Ace Agent's gaze was somewhat drifting, as if he had thought of something; a trace of a bitter smile rose at the corners of his mouth—due to the angle, Gin did not see it—and his voice sounded somewhat lost. "It's a dilemma either way, which means every choice has its own pros and cons. Since I can't make a choice, I might as well do what I want to do.
“Do what you want to do?” Gin let out a sneer, the end of his sentence drifting away as lightly as smoke in the air, vanishing without a trace after a few seconds, leaving only a faint scent of tobacco to mark its existence. He lazily lifted his eyelids, his blue-green eyes looking at Akai Shuichi with a half-smile. “Why don't you demonstrate first?”
What you want to do right now is nothing more than bringing me to justice.
The Silver-haired youth replied nonchalantly, "That depends on whether you have the ability."
The latter seemed to think seriously for a moment, then looked at Gin and said earnestly, "That works too."
Gin's brow twitched, his intuition telling him that something was about to exceed his expectations. The silver-haired youth, who possessed a bit of an obsessive-compulsive streak, did not want anything to deviate from his plan. He frowned as he looked at the man before him—his nominal subordinate, but also his true enemy—and warned with clear articulation, "If you can afford the price."
Rye's lips curved upward into a beautiful arc.
He didn't smile often, but this smile significantly softened his seemingly cold aura, paired with the faint mirth in his Green eyes, he looked quite enchanting.
I'm not sure.
However, the words he spoke showed great self-awareness.
Gin intended to change the subject; he raised his eyes to look at the youth across from him and spoke—
—However, before he could truly say anything, the Black-haired youth interrupted him bluntly.
But I want to try.
[For me, it's not like that at all.]
Gin's mouth twitched, his intuition screamed wildly; he had a vague realization that something was beyond his expectations.
“Rye—” he warned.
However, Akai Shuichi would not give up.
“To be honest—” he leaned forward slightly—though he was careful not to cross the safety distance—his green eyes filled with profound meaning: “I do indeed miss Boss quite a lot.”
This was the absolute truth.
He indeed missed Gin very much.
It was a complex mix of emotions.
But whether in a good way or a bad way, he missed Gin very much.
For me, it is not like that.
My reason tells me clearly what kind of choice I should make—no, if I were truly rational, I wouldn't have to make a choice at all.
However, it was as if I had lost my mind.
Just this once, I'll lose my head completely.
Anyway.. it will only happen this one time.
..
A vein throbbed on the Silver-haired youth's temple.
He didn't understand at all—what was wrong with these people, one after another? Why did they keep cornering him to say such ambiguous things?
Heine was easy enough to understand; it was just his nature. Bourbon, however, had other plans, so he endured it for now—he would definitely settle this score later.
What is the situation with Akai Shuichi?
Or was he thinking the same thing as Bourbon?
In his agitation, Gin did not intend to think deeply about it, instead choosing to assign a simple and crude reason for the Black-haired agent's behavior.
Even so, he still could not suppress the rage in his heart, he couldn't help but mockingly say, "Did you and Bourbon agree on this? Are you both using this same trick?"
Upon hearing those words, Akai Shuichi was startled. He instinctively reached out and grabbed Gin's arm, having no time to care about the deep frown the latter made because of his movement.
Gin's words were packed with information, however, Akai's attention was entirely focused on a single point. He didn't use too much force with his hand, but his gaze remained fixed intensely on the silver-haired youth, as the two pairs of green eyes met, creating a spark as if the gaze itself were tangible.
You mean Bourbon?
Gin: ………………
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Author's Note: (1) As a fan of Gin, Borse still tries his best to say a few more words when he is in front of Gin.
(2) Not to mention Valentine's Day time and time again, I remember Ayumi has been kidnapped several times already..
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Korn and Chianti finally came out..
And,
Akai, you really are a master at setting yourself up for failure..
And I feel three seconds of sympathy for him.
And also feel three seconds of sympathy for Gin, who was caught off guard by such experiences twice.
Gin: I didn't say anything.
Akai: I don't believe a word you say!
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There was supposed to be a chapter yesterday, but after thinking about it, I decided to cut some of the plot and combine two chapters into one.
Love you all, mwah~
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Thanks to Healer Little Angel for the landmine, love you mwah~
Chapter 72 Chapter 68 This is a Gift for Silver
The aftermath of that day was far too awkward; Gin did not wish to recall it.
For various reasons, Gin felt that Akai Shuichi was likely far too idle, his paid leave was about to come to an end.
For various reasons, Gin decisively took on a mission that required no action from him at all, carrying two bottles of real liquor he had just obtained, under the pretext of training the Newcomer.
Regarding this, Vermouth, who only knew the outcome but not the process, expressed his doubt: "Since when did you have the leisure to take on a Newcomer?"
The Silver-haired youth's gaze was glued to the mobile phone screen, his fingers tapping away rapidly as he typed, without even looking up. "You said it yourself, 'leisurely'—so naturally, I have the time."
Vermouth gave an uncommittal response, looking at Gin with a half-smile, his clear eyes shimmering with a captivating light, as soft as a pool of spring water that could melt one's heart: "Is that so?"
However, Gin's heart was likely like winter ice; no matter how tender the spring water, it turned into a cold current the moment it encountered him. "Do you not understand Japanese?"
Facing such a cold reception, the superstar did not get angry at all; instead, his eyes curved into a smile, the Blonde-haired woman leisurely lit a cigarette.
The Woman's cigarette was even slimmer than an ordinary one, held between Vermouth's equally slender fingers. The blonde beauty's wrist arched backward in a graceful curve, exuding an air of leisure.
Perhaps it was because he was "bored," for amidst the other's faint frown, Vermouth smiled softly. "You seem to be in a rather bad mood."
Gin finally set aside his work and glanced toward Vermouth.
Not long ago, Vermouth had just recovered from a "minor illness," which drew countless well-wishes on Instagram and Facebook, demonstrating the immense influence of the legendary superstar, Oscar.
This "minor illness" was actually nothing to Vermouth, but she couldn't exactly explain to the public that the obvious gunshot wound on his arm was from an accidental fall, so she simply claimed to be sick. This also granted his a pleasant vacation; at this moment, she was full of energy, his complexion was rosy, his every smile was charming and seductive, showing no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.
And due to the fact that she had just recovered, the temperature of the air conditioning in the Villa was a bit high.
Gin took off his coat, leaving him in only a thin black shirt. The fabric was light and form-fitting, clinging to his body and outlining the youth's athletic, well-built upper body.
His skin was naturally fairer than that of the average Asian, making the contrast between black and white even more distinct and visually striking.
He had no idea that Vermouth was silently critiquing him in his mind. Gin appeared somewhat impatient; his voice was low and possessed a pleasant magnetism, sounding less cold amidst the warm air of the air conditioner. "Just mind yourself."
The Blonde-haired woman's smile remained unchanged. He spread his hands slightly, showing a hint of easygoing helplessness. "Curiosity is one of human nature, after all."
Perhaps thinking of something, Gin's expression grew a few degrees colder as he commented indifferently, "Curiosity killed the cat."
Vermouth blinked, his eyelashes long and thick. His gaze was clear and piercing, his tone rose with a hint of speculation and teasing: "Did Bourbon offend you?"
Gin: ……
"You're overthinking it," Gin said calmly, dropping the remark before returning to his tinkering with his mobile phone.
Vermouth looked at Gin thoughtfully; she carefully recalled every expression and gesture of the Silver-haired man, but she still could not make sense of him.
Sighing, the mystic gave up on finding the root cause. He brought the cigarette held between his middle and ring fingers to his lips, inhaling the nicotine into his lungs before slowly exhaling a wisp of misty smoke.
Amidst the clouds of smoke, the Blonde-haired woman thought idly, guessing nonchalantly, "I can't help but feel that Rye has offended you?"
It was a mere guess on his part, one she didn't even take to heart, so she naturally failed to notice that Gin's fingers, which had been calm just a moment ago, stiffened slightly as he tapped the Screen.