93 I Just Wanted to Kiss You, Alright? 2 (2/2)

”Only a few people? Which few?” he asked.

”Those whom I know personally and vice versa. I think it's highly unlikely that it'd be a looney who has nothing better to do other than mail me some dead rats.”

Just as An Xiaoning finished her sentence, Fan Shixin handed her a mailer bag and explained, ”The courier mentioned that the address and words on the bag were written as instructed by the sender. The sender had claimed to be illiterate, and thus requested for the courier to write it instead.”

”Is the courier left-handed?” said An Xiaoning as she scanned the bag.

”I don't know about that,” said Fan Shixin as he took another look at the handwriting on the bag. ”Young Madam, how could you tell that it was written by a left-hander?” he asked.

”Because I, too, write with my left hand sometimes.” Noticing the puzzled expression on Jin Qingyan's face, she continued, ”I can write with both my hands. Alright, I'll go meet the courier tomorrow.”

”Okay, I'll go downstairs first then?”

”Yes, go ahead.” An Xiaoning sat down and began scrutinizing the handwritings on the bag. ”What a neat and small handwriting, for a man. I'm really curious about what the courier looks like,” she remarked.

”I've met the courier before. He's a handsome lad, you don't have to go see him again.”

”Is that so? But he definitely isn't as handsome as you are. That goes without saying,” she coaxed with a smile, noticing the frown on his face.

”Of course, I've never met any man better-looking than I am, ever since the day I was born,” said a pleased Jin Qingyan.

”Yes, yes, I've never seen a man as conceited as you are, ever since the day I was born either.”

He shot a glare at An Xiaoning while she hurriedly stood up to wash her hands and get ready for dinner.

When it was time for bed, An Xiaoning sprawled across the bed in her pajamas and said, ”I visited the mask store today, but the masks are so expensive. The cheapest one costs at least 20 thousand dollars.”

”Do you know how much the most expensive one costs?” he asked.

”I've inquired about it, it costs two million dollars.”

”Hmm… two million dollars for a mask is indeed very expensive. However, I guess it's not too high a price to pay, considering the fact that people either buy one for the fun of it or to disguise themselves in fear of getting recognized after committing an act of disgrace. If the price floor of each mask is raised to a minimum of a few million dollars, I reckon there would be a huge decrease in crime rates. But the owner wouldn't do that, obviously, otherwise he would definitely suffer a loss of customers. He's not going to survive long in this business, though.”

”Why?” asked an intrigued An Xiaoning.

”Because I received a piece of news today about the government enforcing a strict ban on merchants selling such items across the country. I suppose he should be eager to let go of the stock in his inventory currently, as soon as possible. After all, he shouldn't be too happy to be imprisoned, after having made so much money from this business. I reckon he would be washing his hands off this as soon as he clears everything in his inventory,” Jin Qingyan said, thinking twice before he spoke.

”I see.” An Xiaoning felt relieved that she was decisive and firm in purchasing one earlier that day. She had a strong feeling that the mask would be of great help in the future.

”You're happy?”

An Xiaoning snapped back to reality and instantly denied, ”No. If it weren't for the existence of such masks, we would've caught the culprit long ago. What's there to be happy about?”

”But you were smiling,” he insisted.

”Yes, I was. But that's because people will no longer be fooled by the facade of these masks, after he stops selling them in the future. It would be easier for the police to go about their investigations as well. All in all, it would be beneficial to the public, so I'm happy about that. Lord, could you smile for me too?” she said, with a sudden shift in attitude as she smiled sweetly at him.

Instead of a smile, he gave her a light and gentle kiss.

A smile crept up on An Xiaoning's lips as she looked up at him.

”Why did you kiss me?”

”Because I want to kiss you, what's wrong?”

”…”