The Mafia King's First Love

Chapter 654: A copied confession

Xinyue was at work, doing his new mission and that was gathering Intel on the corrupt politician. He was dressed in a casual shirt and pants, sitting in a diner with two tables across where the politician was talking to somebody.         

    

Another assistant spy in training accompanied Xinyue on this job. The Cheng family didn't just solve missions but also trained new and capable young men and women after a thorough selection process. This young man's name was Yun Su who was twenty-two years old.     

He had planted a small, undetectable microphone under the table where the corrupt politician Tian Yan was seated. He was adjusting the frequency on his phone but looking as if he was merely browsing randomly.     

"Sir Xinyue. They are talking about some illegal imports at our ports," he seriously whispered as he gave him an update.     

"Hm," Xinyue touched his chin.     

"What do you think they might be illegally importing here? Drugs? Weapons?"     

"I don't think so."     

"Then maybe gold or other precious metals?"     

"Really?" He tilted his head.     

He coughed. "I am only speculating…"     

"Say, Yun Su."     

"Yes, Sir Xinyue?" He slightly leaned in for a serious conversation.     

"How to give an unforgettable confession to the woman you love?"     

Yun Su stumbled with a thud and choked hard. The other customers and waiters glanced at him questioningly. One of the waitresses asked, "Are you okay, Sir?"     

He nervously smiled and thanked her. "N-No thanks. I am fine. I swallowed the bite too fast…"     

He wiped his forehead and looked back at Xinyue. "S-Sir? I don't understand?"     

"What is there to not understand? Do you have a girlfriend?"     

Yun Su blushed hard. "This question suddenly…"     

Aren't we supposed to be on a mission here? Why are we having love talks?     

"Yes, I have a girlfriend," he cleared his throat.     

Xinyue rubbed his chin. "Who confessed first and how?"     

"..."     

Why this sudden interest in my love life?     

His ears reddened. "I…I confessed first."     

"How?"     

"Well…I took her on my bicycle one day to her favorite cake shop. I bought the pastries that she loves the most and as she happily ate, I-I confessed to her."         

    

"So you were bribing her with the thing she liked. I see."     

Yun Su was dumbfounded. "I wasn't bribing her! I just thought I would set a happy mood if she did what she loved to do."     

"Yeah so that's bribing in a sense in my dictionary. You make her happy first, then pop the confession for getting a higher chance of a yes."     

"..."     

I-It was a sweet confession but why is Sir Xinyue putting it in a way as if it was so calculating…He sobbed.     

He asked, "Do you…have someone you want to confess to?" He curiously asked.     

"Yeah. Apparently, women don't like to-the-point confessions so much," he sneered.     

Yun Su was struck with lightning.     

Sir Xinyue has a woman he likes!? That's breaking news!     

Xinyue thought about it and nodded. "I know what to do. Let's go."     

Yun Su widened his eyes. "B-But Tian Yan is still talking."     

"Nope. He is already leaving. Whatever import is coming will be the day after tomorrow at 11 PM sharp. Two container ships will be coming, parking at the north side of the port. He will be there himself to check the goods. The port manager will give him all the access. He is bent too."     

"...How do you know?" He gasped.     

"How else? I was listening to them talking like you," he shrugged.     

Listening to the microphone? But weren't we talking just now?     

Wait, does it mean that he was talking to me and listening to Tian Yan at the same time without his concentration breaking!?     

Xinyue chuckled. "You have to learn a lot, little fledgeling."     

"S-sorry, Sir. I will work on my attention!"     

He felt utterly embarrassed at his inadequacy, but he also became his huge fan.     

Damn, Sir is so op!     

—     

"Why did you bring me here?" Ruiling asked as she looked at the cake shop sign board. Though she was still mad at him, she couldn't deny his invitation, secretly hoping to see what he had planned.     

Xinyue smirked. "You will know."     

He took her inside, bought some pastries for her, making her beam at the sight. "I love pastries!"     

She dug in a mouthful of cream and cherries, relishing the pastry's taste.         

    

"Ennn, delicious!" She chirped.     

Xinyue scrutinized her gaze and expression very carefully and nodded to himself. Then he said, "Ruiling, I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?"     

"*Cough cough cough*!" She choked in her throat hard.     

Xinyue pushed the glass of water in front of her. "Eat slowly. Don't choke yourself to death."     

Ruiling stared at him, speechless. "I am eating just fine! You suddenly came out with your confession out of nowhere! Obviously, I will be shocked."     

Xinyue rubbed his chin. "But aren't you happy right now? I bring you pastries, you happily eat them, I confess to you and you agree because you are so happy. That's the workflow."     

"..."     

What is he babbling about?     

"Please speak the human language, Xinyue," her mouth twitched. "What workflow?"     

"That's how my new assistant had confessed to his girlfriend back in the day. It worked for him, so I thought it would work for me too."     

"!!!"     

She tremblingly pointed her finger at him, her jaw dropping in utter disbelief. "You-you copied his confession method!?"     

"Why not?" He tilted his head. "As long as it works."     

"..."     

"And it did, right? You are so happy eating the pastries."     

"..."     

She gnashed her jaw. "Cheng Xinyue! Can you not come up with something original!?"     

He frowned. "But I just have to give you a memorable confession. You didn't put any rule that it has to be original. In spying, we use all the tools and methods available to gather intel on our enemies. If the previous method worked well, we use it again for next missions. As long as it gets the work done."     

"..."     

He is comparing confession to spying…     

"Well sorry to burst your bubble but this is a confession, not your mission where you just 'get work done.'" she glared at him. "And the nerve to even admit that you copied!"     

"So you would have agreed if I hadn't admitted it? That makes sense…"     

"..."     

"Cheng Xinyue, you…you seriously are an idiot! I am leaving!" She stomped out of the cake shop.     

Xinyue craned his neck and sighed. "Women are so difficult indeed."