Chapter 321 - Eyes of Murderers

Qing Chen caught up with his brothers. It was hard to believe that it was just last night that they had found out about their mother's remains.

"What are we going to do now?" Wuming asked Qing Chen.

"First, we have to know what those two are really after. It was not like the mafia is a secret in the international organizations. Father was just too powerful for them to even try to take out." 

"I mean," Wuming said, "they did try before, right? Father just killed everyone they sent and they stopped."

"Decided that he was not that harmful?" Qing Lok suggested.

"More like tired of the piling dead bodies," said Feng Xuan. "If you keep on sending soldiers out to get this man and only end up with them dead every time, what's the point?"

Wuming turned to Qing Chen. "Do these people look like they are something special? Do they look like they could kill Father?"

Qing Chen thought about the two faces he saw earlier. "I don't know," he answered. "Neither of them looked like they could really murder someone. But neither do you. You look like you're a good college kid."

Wuming barked laughter. "Yeah, I got that good boy kind of face, right? I look so much like you. Anyway, I think you should just let me see them so I'd know. I got assassin's eyes. I'll be able to know if they could kill a man with a banana."

"Okay, that's your job," Qing Chen said. He pointed to Qing Lok. "You're going to look into these people again. Find a copy of a doc.u.ment on what's their real objective here."

"What are you going to do?" Qing Lok asked his brother.

"Get out of my seat," he answered. "I have got a billion yuan company to run."

**

Wuming got back up in the hotel room.

"Oh, already done?" Addison asked him. She was on the bed, eating a huge plate of breakfast. Her eyes were trained on the television.

When Wuming got near her, he was suddenly reminded of the conversation in Qing Chen's office about the very woman in front of him. He laid down the bed and Addison scooched to him. 

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Starving," he replied and she gave him a piece of bacon. She continues on watching, snuggling herself under his arm. Wuming munched on his bacon, looking at the side of her face, trying to determine what game she was playing.

After about thirty seconds. "What are you doing?" she asked, chuckling a little. "I'm trying to watch a show here."

Wuming shifted so he could look at her better. "Do you like me?"

"I think we already established that last night."

"No, I meant… not as a bed partner."

Addison burst out laughing. "Why are you curious about that?"

"I want to know," he insisted.

Addison settled back on his shoulder. "Yes, I do like you, Qing Wei."

Upon hearing his name, Wuming's throat closed up. "You mean, like as in like as a person?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"But we don't really know each other that much." 

"Well," she licked her lips nervously and cradled his face. "I know enough."

"But." He swallowed. "But we have lots to learn. You can't just say that you like me already. What if you find out something that you don't like about me?"

She shrugged. "Then, I'll see if I can live with it. If not then that means we're going to have to separate ways. I think that's how it goes."

They both turned to the TV, feeling the tension in the air. "You know there are a hundred reasons why we can't stay together."

"Nay," she said. "A thousand."

Wuming had no time to think about all that one thousand reasons. "I have work to do," he said. "Want to come with me?"

The Mistress smiled.

**

"So you're not telling me what this is about?" she asked as they were in the car with the windows half-up. 

"It's a normal job. Our cover is that we're newly-weds and we're looking for a house."

"That house would be your father's?"

"He has a lot of properties." Wuming turned a curve and they went into a rather peaceful neighborhood despite being near the center of the city.

"Perfect houses," said Addison from beside him. "Has it ever occurred to you that these two might have our profiles and recognize us both?"

"I don't think so," Wuming said. "I never had a mugshot. You?"

Addison shook her head. "No, not really."

"There they are, just right exactly where Qing Chen said they would be at this hour. Remember, you're the perky bride."

"Yeah, yeah," said Addison, pulling up the sunglasses and used it as her headband. "I'll be all cheery and sunflowers."

Wuming parked the car and they both got out, both smiling their best. Wuming pulled her under his arm and she laughed for no reason.

The two gentlemen in suits were near the front door, knocking.

Addison started, "Oh! Are you two the real estate agents?" she turned to Wuming. "Darling, don't you think this is the perfect house for us?"

The two men looked at them like it was the first time that they saw people. "Sorry?"

"We are looking for properties around the area. See, we're newly-weds!" Addison showed her ring. It was really her grandmother's. "My husband just got transferred here for work."

The two men turned to Wuming and he pulled up his smile. Then he just remembered that he looked exactly like Qing Chen. He had a strange nervousness in the bottom of his stomach. But then the men's eyes shifted back to Addison. Right, she was a hot s.e.xy thing that was a delight to look at. And in their eyes he looked just like every other man in their land. Wuming almost laughed.

"Sorry, ma'am," said the redhead. "I don't think we're the people you are looking for."

"We saw an open house at the other street. You seem to be lost," said the other with a serious look on his face.

"Oh!" Addison laughed. "Sorry, we got too excited to see our new home. Bye now!" Addison steered them away, still chattering, "I think that house is beautiful. We should find someone who could copy that design. I want it just like that!"

When they sped off, Wuming looked at the rearview mirror and saw that the other two also got in their cars, giving up on the empty house. "What do you think?" he asked Addison.

"They were both hot," she answered him.

Wuming rolled his eyes. "No! I meant, do they look like they have the eyes of a killer?"

"None of us do," she said, tossing the sunglasses to the backseat.

Wuming rounded to the other street, keeping up with their cover. They were going to attend the open house. "Hmmm…" he thought and smiled at the prospect of having to kill two people. "I think they have the eyes of murderers."