Chapter 352 - Xie Changying

Xie Changying was relentless as a woman. In the first place, she had never been one who would cry in the corner and suck things up. She was the kind of woman who moved. She did not like something? She would change it. 

Learning that her fiancee was a mafia lord was a blow but she took it in her stride and assumed position, backing up her husband with all the things that he did. It was for family, she always said.

Now, she was staring at her eldest and only son, Qing Zihao, sprawled on the swing set in the back of the house. She sighed. If only he were not the only son that they had, she would have let him do all the things that he wanted in his life.

But that wasn't the case. Xie Changying had troubles conceiving after they got married. It took a lot of tries and when she finally got pregnant, she did her best to keep herself out of trouble. She stayed mostly in the house and at the bed as her pregnancy had been complicated and required bed rest.

They tried again but their attempts were futile. "At least we already got one, a boy nonetheless," her husband told her in comfort.

And this boy, now a grown man, had the buttons of his shirt open and his mouth was ajar. He was snoring loudly and his shoes were kicked to the grass.

Xie Changying grabbed the pail that a maid placed by her side and didn't even hesitate as she poured the water to her son's body.

Qing Zihao bolted upright, ready to glare at the person who dare woke him. Upon seeing his mother, his face softened. Then upon remembering the events of last night, he smiled apologetically at her.

Xie Changying loved her precious boy. She would move the earth for him. But she still did not smile back at him. "Breakfast time."

She didn't even wait for him to nod or answer back. She walked away and got into the kitchen. While her son was changing into some dry clothes, Xie Changying was already looking at the reports from last night.

Of course she had her son followed. Nothing ever happened in that house that she did not know about. Another thing, she had to make sure that he was always alright. They could not risk losing him.

Not only it would break their hearts but there would be no heir for all the things that they were working hard for. 

She was already in the dining room when Qing Zihao entered and sat down opposite of her. The head of the table was empty as her husband had already left for work.

She did not even bother hiding the pictures on the table while she sipped her tea. "Who is this girl?"

"She's no one," Qing Zihao answered in a nonchalant voice.

But she knew her son well. The more that he tried to hide the fact that he cared for someone, the more he actually felt for that person. "What are your plans?"

"She's foreign," he said like he was already tired of the conversation despite that it only started. "She's just a friend. She does not know how to speak the language so I thought it would be nice to help her."

"I asked around for papers of this girl."

"Man, you've done a lot overnight."

Xie Changying scoffed. "Of course, who do you think I am?"

"Okay," he took a bite on his steamed bun, the sauce melted in his mouth. "What did you find out about her?"

"Nothing," her mother bit. "There's nothing about her other than she started working two weeks ago in the diner. She did not have papers in the airport either."

Qing Zihao laughed aloud. "I think I already know the answer to that. She had come here illegally. Probably through a cargo ship. Smuggled. You have to ask your other colleagues for that."

"So you know," her eyes slitted. "What else do you know about her?"

Qing Zihao shrugged. "I have not asked her anything specific really. I know that she ran away from her parents. At least that's what she told me."

Xie Changying's hand slapped the hardwood, surprising the maid right behind her—she would be later known as Ms. Shao. "You don't know who this woman is. Last night would be the last time that you would see her."

Qing Zihao rolled his eyes at his mother. "She's harmless. Besides, it's not like I would not be able to protect myself."

"You think you know everything there is in the world. But you don't, my son."

"Oh really, mother?" he asked finished his food. "What else is there?"

"There's a high chance that woman is a spy. Possibly, someone sent to murder someone here."

"An assassin?" he laughed. "You need to calm down, mother. Maybe try another tea?"

She glared at his son. "I am serious about this."

"So am I," he said. "I do not think she's someone who was sent here to kill me." But when the words left his lips, it felt like something heavy dropped on his stomach. The part of him that wanted answers burned more.

He stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go back to bed. I want to sleep on something soft."

**

Christina, on the other hand, did not know what to do with the letter. If she did not move, the mission would not progress, right?

The thing was, this had been Christina's mission for the past two years. She had entered The Order of the Red Hand at the young age of twenty. The rest had been history for her. There was just blood and the pile of dead bodies at her wake.

She had always been starting at a new place then leave again.

She sighed and forced the thoughts of killing Qing Zihao's grandfather out of her mind.