The Mafia King's First Love

Chapter 558 Ask her yourself

Jia, aka, the spy Jiming, got an urgent message on her hidden phone from Mingshen that he wanted to meet her as soon as possible.

What is so important that he cannot share it in the message?

Li Dong's guards were patrolling the other areas of the base while others went to take off from their shift. Jia's shift was over, so she headed outside with the excuse of going to a local convenience store.

When a guard tried to probe further, she dangerously smiled within her mask. "You want to know why a woman would want to go to a convenience store? I don't think you want to live anymore."

The guard stiffened in realization and promptly took a step back. There were always men guards in the base, so it was often easy to forget that Jia was a woman and required her own needs.

From a good distance away from the base, she waited for Mingshen behind the alley where a small tailor shop was.

This better be good, she narrowed her eyes.

A pair of hands came out of the darkness from her back. The hairs of her neck tingled with the threat, and she grabbed the arms while her own elbow went backwards for a vicious jab.

The man skillfully ignored it. "It's me! Your dear boyfriend, Mingshen! Don't hit me in the chest~ or how will my heart beat for you anymore?"

Jia scowled at his cheesy lines and shot a furious glare back. She harshly let go of his hands and glared. "You are not my boyfriend."

Mingshen grinned. "Of course, I am. I was first your doctor. Then I got an upgrade to be your boyfriend. It's fate. We are bound to each other, or you wouldn't have ended up in my lab while you were at death's door. Also, you didn't resist when I declared as such in front of that useless officer of Jiang Zhen's."

"Yeah because you took advantage of my silence," she sneered.

He waved his hand. "Don't care about the technicalities. The end result is what matters. In fact…" his dark eyes illuminated with light, "I should call myself as your husband. After all," he pretended to look shy, "Mom has already set her eyes on you as her daughter-in-law."

Jia made it a point to show her clenching fist in front of his eyes, implying that he couldn't go far with his nonsense as a punch might land at any moment.

Mingshen waved his hands in defeat and sighed. "Alright. Even though I brought food for you, especially cooked by Mom…"

Her ears perked up at this, and her eyes invariably beamed. Her joyful and expectant expression leaked out, which Mingshen found to be cute and amusing.

But Jia came back to her senses and coughed. "Why are you telling this to me? Your mother, your food."

"Aish, don't act like a stranger, Spicy~ It pains my heart."

"You don't have a heart that could get hurt for anybody," she plainly commented.

"Surprisingly, I have," he tilted his head, his eyes faintly shimmering with mystery. His tall figure that easily surpassed her, leaned and closed the distance between them. "When it's you, I feel that something is…" he pointed at his chest, "beating here."

Jia didn't know if he was just joking around, but for some reason, her gaze remained locked onto his for several silent moments.

"I think you say that line to all your research subjects, don't you?" She smiled. "You got a creepy love for them."

"Oof, you found that out?" He clicked his tongue. "Indeed, my heart pounds faster whenever I run my scalp along their soft tissue. But it beats even harder when I simply look at you," he tilted his head in wonder. "I wonder what is wrong with me? I think I need to make myself a research subject!"

Jia rolled her eyes.

He chuckled and took out a tiffin box from which she could see soft steam wafting out and with it, a delicious smell hung in the air.

Her stomach immediately grumbled in response. She had her dinner at the base, but she felt she was hungry all over again.

Jia instinctively reached out towards the tiffin box, but Mingshen pulled it back. He gave a playful smile, earning him a deadly glare from Jia.

Right. It's not my food.

"Whatever. Tell me why you dropped an urgent message?" Her voice icily asked.

Mingshen waved her question in dismissal. "We can wait for that, but won't you want to eat this dinner my mother ESPECIALLY made for you?" He exhaled softly, "She was so thrilled. She even threatened me not to secretly take any bite, or she would feed me to the sharks. Ah, I see the bias…"

Jia's delicate brows slightly crinkled. She felt fuzzy to know Yang Bingqing made food for her. But…

"Please give her my apologies. I cannot eat it. She shouldn't waste her affections on me. No matter what she thinks, I am not going to be her daughter-in-law."

Mingshen's hawklike gaze watched her with interest. He pulled out his phone and tapped open his mother's number.

"Well then, you say that to her. You see, she won't believe me if I said you refused. She will think I ate up and feed me to the sharks."

She sneered. "Good for world peace, I guess?"

He whined. "How can you say that, Spicy~ If I die, who will marry you? How will we have lots of children to make Mom and Dad happy?" He sounded aggrieved.

Jia shuddered.

Kids and with you? Have you lost your mind?

Mingshen already dialed his mother's number. She widened her eyes. "Hey! Cut the call!"

But it was connected.

"Mingshen!" Yang Bingqing's cheerful voice echoed in the air from the other side. "Did Jia dear eat the food? Did she like it?" She expectantly asked.

Jia gulped and felt a pressure forming on her shoulders.

Mingshen smiled. "Why don't you ask her yourself? She is right in front of me."