Wushuang’s purple eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Kaka with a trace of disbelief. *Had he gone mad?*
When a girlfriend calls late at night to check up and a woman answers the phone, and then calls back a second ti, any smart man knows to placate her, not to be truthful, or risk offending his girlfriend.
Kaka was a man, so he shouldn’t be an exception. Yet he told the truth. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t surprised.
Wushuang played the ga as if nothing had happened. Sotis, she truly didn’t understand Kaka’s mind. For soone so intelligent, did he genuinely not understand won’s feelings, or did he simply not care to understand—whether it was her or Fang Jiaqi?
Faced with his candid attitude, neither of them seed to fare well. Wushuang even felt a bit of sympathy for Fang Jiaqi.
Wushuang’s own thoughts were quite twisted. She was intimately involved with Kaka, enjoying all the privileges and rights of a lover and a wife, yet she never felt she was wronging Fang Jiaqi.
That thought never crossed her mind. She didn’t feel Kaka was wronging anyone either. Their actions seed to isolate Fang Jiaqi, making her the outsider, yet this outsider didn’t feel any guilt towards her.
In other words, as long as she was happy, she never felt guilty and paid no heed to moral standards.
Fang Jiaqi, hearing it was Wushuang, didn’t seem surprised, rely saying "Oh." They chatted briefly about so amusing things, and Fang Jiaqi hung up after ntioning her return date. Wushuang mused that this woman was quite generous. She didn’t even ask why Wushuang was in Kaka’s room.
"Aren’t you afraid she’ll make you kneel on a washboard when she gets back?" Wushuang asked with a playful smile, not even lifting her eyelids. The ga was intense. Judging by the moves, Xu Nuo was playing. She was skilled, but lacked the viciousness of Ye Ningyuan’s style, yet she played very aggressively, practically sweeping away all opponents. They struggled to keep up.
Fortunately, they were all masters facing off, and the ga was a fierce battlefield, full of smoke, fire, and virtual carnage.
Kaka got into bed. He joined the ga and said, "Who would dare make kneel on a washboard, except for you?"
Wushuang smiled, acknowledging his smart answer.
She didn’t care at all how Kaka handled his relationship with Fang Jiaqi. However, undeniably, in the choice between hurting her and hurting Fang Jiaqi, he chose to hurt Fang Jiaqi. This made Wushuang’s heart feel warm.
No matter who it was, the first person Kaka would protect was her.
That was enough.
What did it matter if she wasn’t his lover or his wife? She was more important to him than any lover or wife.
No one spoke during the ga. Everyone was too busy strategizing and fighting to chat. Kaka and Wushuang were silent too, their slender fingers rapidly commanding the operation on the screen.
After a long ti...
The ga ended, a satisfying, thrilling conclusion.
Xu Nuo quit after one round and went offline. The others chatted idly in the ga. Wushuang, losing interest, didn’t join their male-centric talk, comfortably leaning against Kaka and pretending to rest her eyes.
Without looking, she knew the conversation would be useless small talk. She saw no reason to participate.
Kaka looked down at her. Wushuang’s eyes were closed; she didn’t look tired. He said softly, "If you’re tired, go to sleep."
"Not really tired," Wushuang replied. Kaka continued chatting with the others. After a mont of thought, Wushuang said, "I’m leaving tomorrow."
Kaka’s hand paused, his eyes deepening. The montary darkness quickly passed, and his composure returned. "Aren’t you going to explore Devil’s Castle?"
Wushuang nodded. She was indeed going.
"I’ll go tomorrow night and leave London the day after."
Kaka was silent. He hadn’t expected Wushuang’s visit to London to be only three days. She usually stayed for ten days or half a month when she ca to see him. They only had a few opportunities to be together each year. Wushuang spent most of her ti dealing with Mafia business or exploring.
In the past year, she had spent nearly half her ti with Long Chengtian.
Co to think of it, Long Chengtian saw her more in one year than he had in the last ten... Thinking this, Kaka’s mood instantly beca very bad, extrely bad. He was used to being in control of his emotions, so no expression showed on his face. His smile seed permanently affixed, its lines unchanging.
But his emotions were volatile.
His temper and self-control were top-notch among his generation, but when it ca to one person, she always made him unpredictable.
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Kaka asked softly. "Stay a few more days, leave later."
Wushuang shook her head, saying simply, "I can’t. Chengtian has already gone to Oman. The Federation has several intelligence reports to sell to several Middle Eastern governnts through him. He has to handle it personally. I’m just idle. The boss won’t let Little White go to such a dangerous place in the Middle East, and he can’t leave, so I might as well go. I’ll see if the Mafia can cooperate with Chengtian this ti. If we can, great. If not, being together, one more person to offer ideas is fine too."
Although she said this, Kaka knew Wushuang was going to the Middle East because **Long Chengtian was in Oman.**
He recalled Wushuang asking him if he wanted to go to the Middle East. Kaka frowned, falling silent. He couldn’t leave either. Having just taken over, he had many things to personally deal with and familiarize himself with. He wouldn’t be able to leave London for at least six months.
A leader couldn’t only consider himself. From a young age, Chu Li had instilled the concept of responsibility deep into his mind. For the leader of the First Terror Organization, responsibility was paramount. Chu Li constantly reminded him of the organization’s standing in the world, the challenges he would face, and the pressure he would be under.
He had to be responsible for everyone in the First Terror Organization. No matter what he did, the organization’s interests had to be the first consideration. He had to be accountable to everyone and couldn’t be willful or rash. He had to think twice before acting.
When Chu Li first lectured Kaka on this, he found it slightly amusing. *What do you an ’can’t be willful or rash’?* Had his father done any fewer willful things for his mother when he was young? Dozens of fighter jets and over a dozen missiles nearly bombed a small country. If that wasn’t rash and willful, then he didn’t know the definition of the words.
Later, he began working at the grassroots level of the First Terror Organization, slowly coming to understand the aning of responsibility. Therefore, logic always preceded emotion.
Thus, he couldn’t neglect the First Terror Organization’s matters just to be with Wushuang.
"What are you thinking about? You suddenly made a face. It’s quite scary," Wushuang said with a laugh, shaking his arm and breaking Kaka’s concentration. Kaka smiled indifferently, stroking her long hair with his palm.
"Are you really sure you can’t stay a few more days?"
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