You Are Deep in The Stars

On Monday afternoon, the meteorological observatory issued a blue wind warning. Just after three o’clock in the afternoon, the whole city became dim and gloomy, like the prelude to a doomsday movie. Bai Xi called her assistant and asked her to notify the entire company to leave work early and pay attention to safety on the road.

“Thank you, Mr. Bai. Aren’t you leaving yet?” The assistant helped him tidy up the documents on the table. “The radio said there is a low-pressure cold wave today, and it will be very cold at night.”

“I know, thank you.” Bai Xi smiled. “You should go home quickly. By the way, where is Mr. Han?”

“Oh, he is on the phone in the corridor.” The assistant replied, “I will call him over right away.”

Bai Xi nodded and stood by the window, stretching out his muscles a bit. In two hours, there would be a celebration dinner at Moses Gallery, and he was actually not in the mood to continue working.

Five minutes later, Han Zhuo came in with two cups of slightly hot coffee: “Are you leaving work?”

“Wait a minute.” Bai Xi took the cup from his hand. It was not the usual clear coffee, but with whipped fresh coffee cream, and a white marshmallow in the shape of a cat’s paw.

“The lady at the front desk taught me a new method, add a small glass of whiskey as a base.” Han Zhuo leaned against the window. “It’s just perfect for this cold weather.”

“So delicate?” Bai Xi laughed at him and cautiously took a sip. The mellow milk coffee combined with whiskey had an exceptionally smooth taste. It was indeed a wonderful and indescribably warm taste.

“Do you want to go back to the apartment on Xinghai Road today?” Han Zhuo asked him. “We can listen to all the content of the dinner without being disturbed. Instead of having to be wary of the elusive Aunt Li all the time – delivering a plate of fruit once every half an hour and delivering a bowl of stew every hour.”

“We can listen to them?” Bai Xi was puzzled.

“Hmm.” Han Zhuo curled his lips. “They are not the only ones with spyware.”

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In a high-rise apartment in the city center, Liu Chunchun was squatting at the door of the cloakroom, dazzled as he watched his assistant change clothes, from shirts to suits, and then to ties and cufflink clips. Clothes were constantly being pulled out of the closet, and within a minute of being put on, they were taken off and thrown onto the carpet, piled one on top of another, and soon they piled up into a small mountain.

Half an hour later, Liu Chunchun finally yawned and said, “I think you look good in every outfit you wear.”

Wang Yuanchen glanced at him and said in an arrogant and cold tone: “Of course I know.”

Liu Chunchun was at a loss. “So, what are you doing? Are you playing a dress-up game?”

Wang Yuanchen answered him: “I’m bored.”

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Liu Chunchun hid in the bathroom and called Bai Xi, telling him in a very firm tone that there was no need to worry about the conspiracy that was about to be revealed tonight. It was 80% not scary at all, because Mr. Wang until now, was still changing clothes, and was obsessed with admiring his own beauty. He had not even mentioned half a word about Moses Gallery, and there was no tension at all before the war.

Bai Xi sat in the passenger seat, holding three shopping bags in his arms, and said “hmm” silently – it was not only Wang Yuanchen who was not nervous, but also Mr. Han. After coming out of the company, he did not go directly home. Instead, he drove around to the supermarket, bought a lot of snacks and drinks, and took out a large box of strawberry cake, just like going to a girl’s dream tea party.

“It’s rare to escape Aunt Li’s control.” Han Zhuo fastened his seat belt. “Would you like fried chicken? We can order takeout first.”

Bai Xi opened a bag of potato chips. “Are you really not worried at all?”

“Worry for what, Moses Gallery?” Han Zhuo started the car and raised his lips. “I told you before, I can make them disappear at any time.”

Bai Xi fed him a piece of potato chips. “I just don’t want to cause too much trouble.”

“It’s not like you are provoking the other party, but they are the one trying to offend you.” Han Zhuo frowned slightly. “I don’t like the taste of cucumber.”

“You don’t like Aunt Li’s carrot and tomato juice either, but you still drink a large glass of it every morning.” Bai Xi handed over another piece. “I demand equal treatment.”

Mr. Han had no choice but to open his mouth.

Junk food always made people feel better, even if it was terrible cucumber-flavored potato chips. The music with a relaxed rhythm flowed in the car. It was the old man’s humming that Bai Xi had heard before. It was Mr. Wang’s cell phone ringtone. It was also the most familiar childhood song to all people with special abilities – every mother had sung it softly to their baby, which was a blessing from another distant planet, representing peace, joy, and long-term stability and happiness.

When he got out of the car, Bai Xi could easily hum the chorus melody. He struggled to open the apartment door with his shoulders and spread snacks all over the coffee table. At this time, the sky outside had completely darkened, and the strong wind mixed with the cold current was howling and roaring, it seemed that it would break through the window at the next moment.

But it was not cold at all in the room, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the warm-colored little stars filled the living room. Bai Xi sat on the sofa wrapped in a big velvet blanket, holding hot tea in both hands, so satisfied that he wanted to sigh.

Han Zhuo turned up the volume and placed the spyware on the table.

The sound coming from the receiver was very noisy, as if someone was talking in the distance.