Chapter 834
Chapter 834: Chapter 21 Unmasking_3 Chapter 834: Chapter 21 Unmasking_3 Behind the scenes, Lin Xian must have been engaged in some dangerous work, or involved in things that couldn’t be disclosed, exposed, or casually revealed to others.
Indeed, that was the case.
She had an uncle who worked for the national security department.
But not until this year’s New Year’s Eve dinner did everyone find out about it; the uncle had kept it from the family for over thirty years until he retired and came clean this year.
It wasn’t just the Zhao Family who had only just come into the knowledge.
Even the uncle’s wife!
She heard this shocking confession on the day he retired:
“Haven’t you been working at the tax bureau all these years?”
The uncle’s wife was dumbfounded:
“I even went to the tax bureau to look for you!
Don’t you have your own office there?
And your salary card is with me, with the salary distributed by the tax bureau every month!”
To this, the uncle just smiled:
“If ordinary people could see through my disguise, what would be the purpose of the national security department?
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If you’re to deceive the enemy and hide your identity, first you must fool your relatives, deceive your family, and deceive yourself.”
“Of course, my tax bureau identity is fully fleshed out, even yearly promotions and commendations are real…
it’s just that I frequently travel on business, am seconded elsewhere, and seldom work at the tax bureau, because that’s when I’m on national secret missions.”
Although the uncle didn’t specify,
everyone understood in their hearts.
The so-called secret missions must be very important, and very dangerous.
In China’s history, there were many scientists who hid their identities, even from their wives and family members.
Most of them did it for lofty ideals and important missions, hence they lived incognito for decades, chewing on this secret, swallowing it down, keeping it buried deep within their hearts without seeking recognition.
That is true greatness.
Could it be…
Lin Xian is also doing such great things?
Zhao Yingjun nodded gently:
“There must be a reason Lin Xian keeps so many secrets from me, definitely concerns, and certainly rules and restrictions.”
“Or perhaps… he worries about my safety, and the safety of everyone around him, so he cannot easily reveal his identity and purpose.”
If that were the case,
then she should cooperate with Lin Xian accordingly.
“If you don’t tell me, that’s fine.
It’s your job and mission, your duty and obligation.
But… how much longer do you plan to keep it from me?”
“Other things, I don’t mind if you keep them from me until the mission is complete, until you retire, or even for a lifetime…
as long as there’s a need, I completely understand.”
“But…”
Zhao Yingjun turned over to the edge of the bed, looked down at the Bichon Frise VV sleeping on the carpet, and smiled:
“You can’t keep our daughter’s matters from me forever, can you?
You’ll have to give birth by yourself?”
“I am quite curious…
about how you managed to win me over.”
She reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.
Wrapped herself up in the blanket.
Facing towards VV, she lay on her side on the pillow and closed her eyes:
“Goodnight, VV.”
…
The next day.
In a shopping mall, a branded clothing store.
Zhao Yingjun sat on the sofa, endlessly swiping on her iPad, selecting clothes.
In luxury boutique stores like this one, they have models specifically for VIP clients to try on clothes, so the clients themselves need not personally try them.
Especially under circumstances like today’s.
Zhao Yingjun wasn’t shopping for herself, trying them on would be pointless; better to pick the clothes and let the models do the matching.
“Miss Zhao, are you satisfied with these?”
In front, two well-proportioned child models had changed into brand-new outfits and stood before Zhao Yingjun, turning their bodies to let the customer inspect the clothing details.
“Hmm, acceptable.”
Within Zhao Yingjun’s mind, she envisioned Yan Qiaoqiao’s rustic get-up overlapping with the dazzling child models before her.
Yes.
That’s more like it.
The two child models were about the same height and weight as Yan Qiaoqiao, except the models’ figures were trained, while Yan Qiaoqiao’s was the result of hunger.
Um…
It really was a mystery how that came to be.
Zhao Yingjun felt it was one of the world’s Unsolved Mysteries.
Yan Qiaoqiao ate so much and had such a good appetite, yet how did she manage to stay so thin?
“Pack all these up.”
She put down the iPad and pointed to the clothes she had just picked out:
“After the packing, have them delivered directly to my car; I’m going to pick some accessories in the next shop.”
Saying that,
she walked out of the clothing store in her high heels and entered a boutique next door.
Just thinking about Yan Qiaoqiao’s outdated sheep horn braids and tacky fake flower hair clips gave Zhao Yingjun the chills.
It’s one thing for other people’s children…
But as the president of a fashion company, she absolutely could not accept her daughter dressed in such an ugly way, as if regressing back to the eighties.
…
An hour and a half later.
In the suburbs of Donghai City, a luxury detached villa, the doorbell rang.
“Coming.”
Yan Mei opened the door and saw Zhao Yingjun, laden with big and small bags:
“Yo, you’re here…
with all these bags…
are they children’s clothes?
For Qiaoqiao?”
Zhao Yingjun nodded:
“Where’s Qiaoqiao?
What is she doing?”
“Watching TV, come in.”
Zhao Yingjun entered the living room and saw Yan Qiaoqiao sitting on the sofa, eyes glued to the television watching cartoons.
Just like being addicted, motionless.
Well.
Today’s okay.
At least she wasn’t running around wildly on the sofa, somewhat mannered.
She glanced at Yan Qiaoqiao’s profile, searching for any slight resemblance to Lin Xian…
Is it an illusion?
Today’s Yan Qiaoqiao seemed cuter, more likable, at least not as infuriating as the other day.