Above Destiny

Chapter 553 Mint and Osmanthus

Ji Jue opened his eyes.

Then I realized... I felt suffocated!
The reflection in the mirror by the bedside showed a face that was already bluish-purple, as if it had been coiled by a giant python, unable to breathe, and it was unclear how long it had been without oxygen.

Then he felt the arm around his neck, which had been unconsciously contracting in his sleep, like a guillotine.

Not just the neck, but also the waist; the rear naked choke from behind is fully formed...

After struggling desperately, they finally managed to loosen the arm's grip a little.

Ji Jue was breathing heavily. He turned around in alarm and saw Wen Wen's sleeping face, still peaceful and serene, so sweet.

In stark contrast were the haphazard sleeping postures, the pillow kicked to the ground, and a trace of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. With just a slight turn, Ji Jue felt as if his neck was about to break.

—This woman's sleeping posture is horribly bad.

With a splitting headache, Ji Jue had almost forgotten what had happened. He instinctively checked himself and found that both of their clothes were intact.

After drinking yesterday, I went straight to sleep. Luckily, I didn't cause any drunken trouble.

In contrast, the bedroom looked like a parking lot had been swept by a tornado. Outside the open door, the table was littered with cups and plates, things were scattered on the floor, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of alcohol.

Even now, Ji Jue still feels dizzy from time to time.

"Holy crap, how much did they drink?"

“Two cases of beer and one case of liquor,” Isis replied calmly.

"so far so good."

Ji Jue breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away the cold sweat under the restraints: "I didn't drink too much this time."

After a pause, Isis continued, "Besides that, there are four cases of whiskey, one case of brandy, sixteen bottles of rum, four bottles of Shaoxing wine, and two bottles of Sun Family Old Brand's 'Centennial Immortal's Intoxication'..."

Where can you find so many?

Ji Jue was dumbfounded: "Do you have this much wine at home? And what is this 'Immortal's Intoxication' stuff?"

"After you had your fill of drinks yesterday, you used your phone to call the Tianping Chamber of Commerce for express delivery service, which arrived home in three minutes," Isis praised. "You didn't even blink when you swiped your card for twenty-five times the service fee; that's incredibly generous."

Oh, by the way, you have a mountain of unopened boxes piled up in your front yard. The composition and quantity are quite interesting; would you like me to give you a detailed report?

"..."

Ji Jueguang almost burst into tears as he listened: "Why didn't you stop me?"

His answer was a light screen projected in front of him.

[Isis, don't stop me! I'm happy. What's wrong with having a drink with Sister Wen? Come on, let's keep drinking. Money? It's only a small amount. Tell them to send it to me right now!]

After drinking to his heart's content, Ji Jue in the video rolled up his sleeves, put one foot on a stool, and gave everyone a lively performance of chugging straight from the bottle.

fantastic.

It was so amazing that even he couldn't bear to watch it.

Who the hell would have thought that before being dragged into a pipe dream, the first thing to suffer a major blow would be one's own wallet?

We're losing money like crazy!!!

Ji Jue closed his eyes in pain. After a long while, he patted the arm that was still wrapped around his neck: "Sister Wen? Sister Wen, wake up, wake up... It's dawn."

Wen Wen remained fast asleep. No matter how hard Ji Jue shook her, she opened her eyes slightly in a daze, staring blankly at the person in front of her. After recognizing the person in front of her, she suddenly realized what was happening.

"Don't make trouble, I'll sleep for a while."

She smiled knowingly, then pulled Ji Jue into her arms again, hugging him as if he were a large rag doll, and nuzzled her cheek against his hair.

She fell into a deep sleep again.

In the darkness that blinded him, Ji Jue dared not move an inch.

They didn't even dare to breathe.

He only felt a gradually sharpening gaze coming from the direction of the camera behind him, and Isis's voice rang out: "Sir, I think you need some help."

She said, "I'll go get the chainsaw ready right away."

"Uh...no, I'll be right away, I'll be right away."

Ji Jue was stiff all over. He moved carefully, held his breath, and before he suffocated, he finally managed to break free from the darkness and escape from the embrace, panting heavily.

Then, I saw the red dot on the camera that was locked onto me.

"It seems there have been many things I'm unaware of," Isis remarked, as if sighing. "Should we make a record of this, sir?"

"Shh, wait a minute..."

Ji Jue glanced back at Wen Wen, who was still fast asleep, carefully got out of bed, picked up his shoes, and tiptoed out of the bedroom. Only after closing the door did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He covered his face with his hand and let out a long sigh.

After the lingering effects of the alcohol quickly dissipated, everything in the dream suddenly became clear, and for a moment, I felt a mix of emotions.

The thought of being beaten twice as soon as I open my eyes makes my feelings even more complicated!
"Anyway, remember to make an appointment for me as soon as possible, Isis."

He moved his stiff body and almost broken neck, put on his shoes, opened the window to ventilate the room, and then looked at the mess on the floor, feeling a headache coming on.

I went to the restroom and washed my face before I finally felt a little refreshed.

Before I could even brush my teeth, I heard footsteps.

A sleepy figure pushed open the door and entered, yawning, half-asleep, looking at the dazed Ji Jue.

Suddenly, he gave a wicked smile.

Before Ji Jue could even ask, "Why didn't you knock?", he felt a slap on the butt.

"Sure, it's quite perky."

Wen Wen rubbed her hands together and commented, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

【? ? ? 】

Ji Jue stood there blankly, wanting to say something but unable to.

My whole body was tense.

"Hey, so you're sporting that innocent-looking big mouth today? Let me give you a rub~"

As she spoke, Wen Wen skillfully squeezed through the crowd, opened the mirror cabinet next to the sink, and began rummaging through it. After searching for a while in a daze, she asked blankly, "Huh? Where's my toothbrush?"

"what?"

Ji Jue remained stunned, instinctively replying, "The disposable one."

"Where's my toothbrush?"

Wenwen frowned and rummaged around, asking, "Where...where...where did you put my toothbrush...?"

The more he spoke, the more he stumbled over his words, which had initially sounded so powerful.

Stumbling and fumbling.

They gradually fell silent.

"..."

Wen Wen stood there, stunned, then turned around and looked at him.

Ji Jue was also looking at her.

Equally sluggish.

Then I saw that eye, which still held a trace of sleepiness, gradually become clear and bright, and then, gradually, the pupils started to dilate.

It's like finally realizing what you've done!
When Ji Jue lowered his head, she also lowered her head.

Everyone looked at the hand that was still resting on Ji Jue's butt.

Instantly, as if electrocuted, it let go!
Only Ji Jue, realizing what was happening, couldn't help but cover his face.

A long sigh.

Hey sis, what kind of weird dream did you have?!
Ten minutes later, in the living room, a sofa that had been barely tidied up.

Ji Jue brought back the boiled water and tea and placed them on the table: "Have some first, to soothe your palate."

Wen Wen remained dazed and confused, her pupils dilating violently.

Looking at my own hand.

Ji Jue shrank back a little.

Sis, stop looking, I'm scared!
Silence, a deathly silence, broken only by the ticking of the clock. Wenwen, holding the tea that had gradually cooled, finally realized: "So, it was all a dream?"

"Correct!"

Ji Jue nodded decisively: "From the day you came to drink with me yesterday, no, when we both got drunk and blacked out, I was already dragged into this mess."

He cautioned, "They're all fake."

Wen Wen remained silent, staring down at her disheveled reflection in the cup. After a long while, she gave a self-deprecating laugh: "What a pity. I thought I was finally living a normal life..."

Ji Jue hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"However, thanks to you, I had a wonderful dream." Wen Wen put down her cup and nodded solemnly: "Thank you, Ji Jue."

"It should, it should."

Ji Jue waved his hand, looking humble, but his smile was barely contained. Then, the sound of kneading knuckles could be heard, so crisp and clear.

It sounded like bones being crushed, freezing him in place.

Stunned, then looked up.

He saw the ambiguous smile in Wen Wen's eyes: "So, you should be ready by now, right?"

"..."

Ji Jue started sweating.

Faced with the choice between running away, begging for mercy, and making excuses, he chose to surrender, raising his hands high, pleading, "Give me some face, don't hit me in the face."

Unfortunately, it's too late.

His collar was grabbed and pulled over, and then a clenched fist slammed down on his face without mercy.

As the fierce wind rushed towards him, Ji Jue closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

The anticipated major impact of the pandemic has yet to materialize.

In the silence, his eyelids twitched as he tried to open them, but they were covered by a slightly trembling hand.

Then, accompanied by a light breath, a soft touch came from above the lips again.

So awkward and clumsy.

It was a little stiff.

It was the last bit of courage I finally mustered after countless moments of inner encouragement.

So much so that the force was a bit excessive.

Oops, I bumped my tooth.

"..."

Ji Jue stiffened, instinctively turning his head to the side. Driven by the craftsman's instinct to point and guide, he subconsciously savored the familiar scent.

Until it was released again.

After realizing what was happening, Wenwen stiffly pushed him away, avoiding his gaze, but she couldn't hide her already flushed cheeks.

Ji Jue raised his hand, touched his lips, and found that he had bumped his lips and cut them.

Emmmm…

He hesitated, wanting to confirm: Can this be considered a meal?

Sensing that Wen Wen was nearing the end of her rationality, he ultimately lacked the courage to ask, and could only stammer, pretending to look elsewhere.

"It's a bit...strange."

Wenwen rubbed her fingers together, looked around, and stammered, "Um... the book said it would taste like jelly, shouldn't it be sweet?"

Why does it taste a little bitter, and... a little sour?

"..."

Ji Jue sighed. "Is it possible that I was forced to drink alcohol last night, while you drank several whole cases?"

Wen Wen: "..."

Ji Jue: "..."

In the brief silence of their eye contact, she twisted and rubbed her fingers together, and finally pointed to the bathroom: "Go brush your teeth."

"It's been scanned."

"Try it again."

Wen Wen paused, took a deep breath, and tried to put on a serious expression, but lowered her head first: "After we finish brushing... then... then... we'll do it again."

Ji Jue was shocked and looked at her.

She looked at Ji Jue, but then avoided his gaze.

They clearly wanted to back down, yet they didn't back down at all.

She means it.

Ji Jue took a deep breath, propped himself up on his knees, and walked towards the bathroom without hesitation.

brush teeth!

The surveillance footage shows that as soon as Ji Jue entered the bathroom, a Ms. Wen, who wished to remain anonymous, was already rolling around on the sofa, covering her face and screaming silently.

Then, after getting up, he rushed towards the door, trying to escape.

But after grasping the doorknob, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, lowered his head, and slowly moved back to the sofa. Then, he suddenly got up and rushed to the door.

This cycle repeats.

Even after Ji Jue had brushed her gums until they were almost bleeding, when she came out, she was still struggling with that 'impossible' door.

"what happened?"

Ji Jue asked in confusion, "Are you leaving?"

“No, no, it’s nothing, I didn’t mean to… it’s not…” Wenwen stammered, shaking her head and waving her hands: “The door! I found the door is broken.”

"No way?" Ji Jue peeked over. "It was just replaced a few months ago, it's still brand new."

click!
The doorknob was unscrewed. Wenwen looked over and repeated, "The door is broken."

"..."

Ji Jue sighed helplessly.

Okay, okay, so the door was broken.

I thought the door was broken.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

He walked over, took the doorknob that had been squeezed until it was deformed, and then, to Wen Wen's bewildered gaze, tossed it aside.

Then, he moved closer to that face that still held a mixture of relief and panic.

Gently, they separate at the touch of a finger.

Just taste it and stop.

He slowly moved away, gazing into those slightly trembling eyes.

"This time, at least it'll taste sweet, right?"

Unfortunately, we didn't get to hear her comments or reply.

"I...I'm leaving now, I have to go to work, um...I won't bother you any longer."

Wen Wen lowered her head, instinctively turning around, wanting to run away: "Just that... consider it a thank you, don't, don't misunderstand..."

But her hand was grabbed.

They were unable to break free.

"Is this a thank you?"

She heard Ji Jue's voice and seemed to suddenly realize, "Oh, I see. So it's a thank you. I'm relieved."

In that case...

"Then thank you again."

And so, the familiar embrace from my dream was relived once more. The breath I had grown accustomed to in my dreams was now so close.

Force her to open her eyes and face reality.

Even though the main gate is right behind me, it feels like there's no way to escape.

But when she closed her eyes, she didn't feel Ji Jue's touch. When she opened her eyes, she saw his eyes.

So peaceful.

It reflects its own image.

"Is it really a thank you, Sister Wen?"

Wenwen instinctively wanted to shake her head.

But if it wasn't gratitude, then what was it? She couldn't figure it out; perhaps, it was just an instinctive urge to avoid the answer.

The moment I realized what was happening, I couldn't help but want to laugh.

Laughing at oneself.

I pride myself on being fearless, but I never imagined that I would want to run away. I consider myself brave, but from the past to the present, I have only ever been running away.

Now, with the road to departure right before my eyes, I feel a sense of attachment and regret.

So weak.

But when they recognized their own appearance, the tension and panic they felt miraculously disappeared.

She regained her composure, and the tension and panic subsided.

Following her heart, Wenwen leaned closer to the face that was so close to hers.

They proactively crossed that final distance.

This time, she didn't run away.

The story in Tong Hua's novel was indeed true.

It has a sweet taste, a blend of mint and osmanthus, seemingly carrying a lingering hint of alcohol. Just a small sip is enough to make one unconsciously intoxicated.

Getting carried away.

After a long while, when she seemed to have run out of breath, she released her grip and smiled slightly at Ji Jue: "Then consider it a reward for you."

"Just a reward?" Ji Jue asked rhetorically.

Maybe, perhaps.

Perhaps there are other things, more things that want to surge forth from within, more greed and longing, more sweetness and joy, like repeated confessions and reliance in a dream, and much more...

Furthermore, she absolutely cannot allow herself to say these things now.

"I'll tell you again when I've figured it out and understood it clearly."

She smiled, her eyes bathed in the bright sunlight.

He no longer resembles the strong and tough person he once was; instead, he is cheerful, peaceful, and smiles calmly as he faces a world that is more painful and cruel than any dream.

Without further hesitation.

"Sorry for breaking your lock. Send the bill to the Beishan Group. It's a mission loss, so the compensation is quite generous!"

"Is it really okay to use your position for personal gain like this? You're barely a federal public servant, aren't you?"

"Would you report me?"

"No, what I mean is, could you issue a few more invoices? I recently bought a four-phase reactor, and I can get reimbursed for that."

"Ji Jue, let's leave things in the dream to the dream."

Wen Wen sighed, stretching her body and basking in the bright morning sunlight, feeling as if she had been reborn. She let out a soft sigh: "The weather is so nice. And it's good that that bastard Wen Sheng is dead too..."

Her eyes lit up when she saw the mountain of liquor piled up in the yard, and she suggested, "How about we have a drink to celebrate?"

"...Sister Wen."

"Ok?"

Ji Jue was already getting a headache: "Why don't you just quit drinking!"

"There's so much, it would be such a waste if we couldn't finish it all, let's at least finish it first..."

Wen Wen laughed loudly, took the most expensive bottle without any hesitation, waved it at Ji Jue, and started the motorcycle that had just been repaired: "It's my treat tonight, eight o'clock, the usual place, don't forget."

The motorcycle hummed and roared, its power surging.

Unfortunately, there was constant background noise.

Oh, I almost forgot... we need to clean up that shady auto repair shop too!
Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the money to treat everyone.

Therefore, Wenwen made up her mind.

However, before leaving, she turned back once again to look at the incredibly familiar figure behind her.

Before we knew it, we'd known each other for so long.

It felt like our first meeting was just yesterday, but before I knew it, this guy had seen all the embarrassing moments of my life.

Including my most pathetic and hypocritical self...

Since that's the case, why not be honest with each other?
"Let me introduce myself once again."

She smiled brightly, like a crystal flower in full bloom, shining brightly in the sunlight: "Hello Ji Jue, I'm Wen Wen."

Then Ji Jue laughed too.

"Hello, Sister Wen, I'm Ji Jue."
.
The motorcycle started up and roared away into the distance.

Ji Jue watched her figure disappear at the end of the street in silence. For some reason, he sighed with melancholy, feeling a sense of emptiness. Perhaps it was because he hadn't received enough gratitude.

I don't know if I'll have another chance in the future.

He sighed, turned around, and then saw a pair of eyes within the blurry spiritual projection.

Look at him quietly.

Watch.

I don't know how long I watched it.

"Hello sir, I am Isis."

The spirit of the workshop gazed at its master and suddenly spoke.

For some reason, Ji Jue felt that his tone was strange, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Didn't you just say 'I'll talk about it later,' sir?"

The spirit of the workshop spoke, peaceful and gentle, telling him, "Your humble servant is waiting beside you. Is now convenient?"

"Ah this..."

Ji Jue scratched his head, recalling the long experience of last night, and sighed, "This is quite a long story."

"It's ok."

Isis remained calm: "I still have some preparatory work to do. You can speak slowly until it's finished. There's no rush."

"Prepare what?" Ji Jue asked blankly.

"We might need some small tools later, depending on the situation. It's nothing, don't worry about it." Isis's voice was accompanied by soft rustling sounds coming from the kitchen: "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Last night, I had a great adventure, you probably won't believe it!"

Ji Jue's face lit up immediately, and he gestured wildly. But halfway through his sentence, he seemed to suddenly remember something and slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot, there's something I want to give you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the Non-Aggression Matrix appeared. His spiritual hand probed into his soul, searching back and forth. When he pulled it out, a jet-black diamond appeared at his ethereal fingertip and was offered to Isis.

Crystal clear, it shimmers and sparkles with iridescent colors under the sunlight.

——【Lord of the Flies】

"..."

For a moment, Isis seemed to freeze, unable to react, until after a long while, she sighed softly: "Sir, has anyone ever told me about your unparalleled talent in the art of being a scoundrel?"

"Really?" Ji Jue asked, puzzled.

"some."

A silver mechanical hand reached out and snatched the diamond from Ji Jue's hand. Then, it transformed into a gleaming blade, pointing at Ji Jue's face: "Especially this shameless, brazen face, as if it has no idea what it's doing, it possesses a deceptive quality akin to a mirror-like masterpiece..."

To avoid causing more trouble, let me help you pick it off!

Please rest assured, I will cherish it carefully.

"Anyway, cough cough, a lot of things have happened."

Ji Jue dodged the blade repeatedly being brandished at his face, then awkwardly ducked back: "Well, let's start from when I fell asleep yesterday and heard you calling me 'master'..."

Are you starting to daydream again?

Isis paused for a moment, then seemed to laugh: "My master."

"..."

Ji Jue froze instantly.

Instinctively, I was already drenched in sweat, and instinctively, I looked around at the scenery and people around me. Even with all my certainty, I couldn't help but doubt myself once again…

Oh no, am I still dreaming?

But it doesn't seem to matter if it's a dream.

He lay lazily on the sofa, basking in the sun, enjoying a rare moment of leisure in the morning, when suddenly he felt sleepy again.

Maybe I should take a nap.

He closed his eyes.

A rare day of leisure, a rare good dream.

In a deserted auto repair shop in Beishan District, Yacheng, an uninvited customer dropped the wheel rim he was holding, which was crumpled into a ball like mud, and took the money that was rightfully his from the sweating and trembling owner.

Count them out one by one in front of him.

Then, he tossed the extra stack back into the other person's hands.

He smiled and said goodbye, then turned and left.

They managed to get back their last bit of hard-earned money. Congratulations! Yay!
Although this little bit of hard-earned money isn't even enough for much food and drink...

At least I'm in a good mood!

Facing the dazzling sunlight, she dialed the number she had hesitated to call for so long once again, let out a long breath, and then hesitated no more.

After three rings, the call was connected.

A familiar voice rang out from the other side.

"This is Lü Yingyue."

"Good morning, Commander Lü," Wen Wen greeted. "I hope I haven't disturbed you."

"Hmm? Your tone is different now."

The voice on the other end sounded slightly surprised, as if taken aback: "Calling me so early, is there something good happening?"

"probably."

Wen Wen thought for a moment and then asked directly, "I have considered your invitation. Now, if I accept the invitation, is there still a chance?"

"Of course, Xiaowen."

Lu Yingyue's voice became relieved, without hesitation: "Isn't the best thing about this world that there's always a chance?"
Come find me anytime, anywhere, if you're ready.

"it is good."

Wenwen hung up the phone and put on her helmet.

With a refreshing breeze blowing, she started the car again and disappeared into the bustling traffic. In the distance, the tall buildings stood like a forest, their mirror-like facades reflecting a shimmering light.

The world is so dazzling, and the sky is as blue as if it had been washed.

The bright sunshine embraced everyone.

It's perfect weather for sleeping in.

(End of this chapter)