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Chapter 120. Jiang Jianxin Gets Promoted

"Creak—Jingle—"

When Shen Ye took out his key and opened the door, the clanging of metal startled the seashell wind chimes hanging on the door frame.

Jiang Jianxin followed him through the entrance hall. The scent of freesia, warmed by the sunlight, contrasted sharply with the damp, musty smell in the hallway.

"Please forgive me, sir. I didn't know you were coming. The house is a bit messy."

Shen Ye bent down and took out cotton and linen slippers from the wooden shoe cabinet, the stray hairs on the back of her neck brushing against the collar of her black short-sleeved shirt.

Jiang Jianxin helped herself to the entryway cabinet as she changed her shoes. Her fingertips touched the plastic protective film covering the cabinet surface. She looked up and saw that the entire living room was divided into blocks of light and shadow by the bright daylight.

On the square window panes, freesias and sunflowers stretched their leaves in the midday sun.

A round table covered with a coarse cotton embroidered tablecloth occupies the center of the living room, with a few coffee stains hidden in the worn lace trim on the table corners.

The glass vase contained a few tulips, their orange-red hues still glistening with water droplets, their stems wrapped in dark green florist wrapping paper, clearly purchased from the flower market that morning.

As she walked to the table and curiously touched the petals, Shen Ye had already gone to the kitchen and turned on the tap. The sound of water rinsing the cherry tomatoes mingled with his voice.

"It's almost lunchtime. Why don't you have lunch at my house, sir?"

Jiang Jianxin was somewhat surprised.

"can you cook?"

Although the young man looked harmless, Jiang Jianxin hadn't forgotten that he used to be the Black King of the mental hospital. During the ten years he was mentally controlled by the blind master, he experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, killing people like flies every day, and his hands were stained with blood.

The first time I saw him in the supermarket, the young man was also carrying a large knife, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, with a cold expression and an indelible smell of blood on his body.

It's hard to imagine that someone who fought his way out of a bloodbath could have already started cooking and cleaning in just one month.

—This…this…the change happened rather quickly.

"Of course I can cook, otherwise what have I been eating for almost a month at the base?"

Shen Ye said calmly.

Having just moved into the Dawn Base with Jiang Jianxin, it was my first time in the Hive. I walked on the flat ground all the way into the building without kicking any severed limbs or getting any blood on my hands. I even received a pot of sunflowers from the girl next door.

At that moment, Shen Ye vaguely realized that the life of living on the edge of a knife was finally gone.

After getting his own little house, Shen Ye was determined to live a good life.

He learned how to cook from his neighbor, an older woman. When he ran out of money to buy groceries, he went to kill pollutants to complete his mission.

When Shen Ye first appeared at the market carrying a shopping basket, he felt the bustling crowd around him, smelled the sweet aroma of fresh fruits and vegetables from the stalls, and felt the warm sunshine on his body.

After more than a decade of being manipulated, the naive young Shen Ye died in a mental hospital, but the young Shen Ye was pulled out of the abyss by the Precognitive Family and reborn in the world of mortals.

The world's sunshine and rain, the rolling sunset, all became connected to him at this moment.

Because he lived alone, Shen Ye inevitably had to worry about things like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. These trivial matters in life gradually filled his originally blood-stained, empty shell.

Compared to his past life as a blind man's servant, massacring cities in the dead of night and gaining widespread fame, Shen Ye prefers these ordinary days.

On the kitchen counter, tender green asparagus tips peek out from a kraft paper bag, baby bok choy in a bamboo basket is still covered with morning dew, and bone china cups with rimmed edges are upside down on a stainless steel drain rack.

Shen Ye rolled up his sleeves, the cleaver clattering against the cutting board. Sunlight streamed in obliquely from the skylight, casting dappled patterns of gold on his shoulders. Dust motes danced above the tulips. Jiang Jianxin sat down at the table, hesitatingly watching his busy figure and said:
"Hey—you kid, the best food you can make is something people can swallow."

She was worried about her stomach, because if she got sick from the captain's cooking, she would have to go through the trouble of buying medicine.

"My cooking tastes pretty good, you'll see once you try it."

Shen Ye said while chopping vegetables.

While he was cooking, Jiang Jianxin looked around at the decorations in his room and asked in confusion:
"Why is your tablecloth still trimmed with lace?"

Generally, guys don't choose tablecloths with lace trim, but girls do tend to buy that style.

Shen Ye said without looking up:
“It was a gift from a neighbor. At that time, I was still a girl. When I went out to relax at night, I happened to see her being cornered and humiliated.”

It was a peaceful night after Shen Ye arrived at the Hive. He lightly tapped the windowsill with his fingertips, and the thick, inky night light climbed up his knuckles, spreading through the alley like liquid silk.

He leaned against the wooden door, closed his eyes, and looked up. His talent, immersed in the darkness of the night, always stirred up subtle pleasures, as if he were soaking in amniotic fluid that nourished his soul.

In the silent spread of darkness, a strange noise suddenly broke the silence.

He frowned and opened his eyes. The churning darkness behind the trash can a hundred meters away shared his vision with his blind eyes.

Three hunched figures were cornering the girl in the white dress against the wall, and one of them had already ripped open the button on the girl's collar with his dirty fingers.

Shen Ye suddenly remembered that when he first moved here half a month ago, the girl gave him a pot of sunflowers, and he hadn't repaid that favor.

So he moved his fingers, and suddenly black thorns burst open in the dark alley.

The darkness transformed into a sharp blade, precisely severing the thug's Achilles tendons. His screams were swallowed by the shadows before they could even escape his throat, leaving only a trail of thick blood trickling through the cracks in the brickwork.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight appeared, a rough brocade tablecloth with embroidered lace trim was slipped under the door, along with a note that read:

[Thank you so much, Sister Shen, for your help!]

Shen Ye wasn't a particular person; he was fine with any tablecloth that worked. Besides, he couldn't see the tablecloth's exact appearance, so he just laid it down.

"No wonder, I didn't expect you to be so brave."

Jiang Jianxin joked.

Shen Ye scratched his head:

"It's alright. I'll definitely be friendly to those who are friendly to me."

Jiang Jianxin was about to say something when he suddenly heard his phone vibrate twice in his pocket.

She checked her phone and saw that it was a message from Yin Juwei:
Come to the United Front Work Department to fill out a form after dinner; the Alliance is going to promote you.

Jiang Jianxin was startled by this sentence—he had previously tricked Yin Ju into pretending to be a treacherous person and added him as a friend, but the two had never chatted online.

[Jiang Jianxin]: What's going on? Why did I get promoted all of a sudden?
[Yin Ju]: You made such great contributions in the Battle of Dawn, how could you not be promoted?
[Jiang Jianxin]: What will I be promoted to?
[Yin Ju]: You'll find out when you get here. The United Front Work Department has also made a new assignment for you, and we'll notify you all at once.

Jiang Jianxin fell silent. She had been promoted in just one month, and the alliance valued her so much. She felt that her hopes of switching jobs were becoming increasingly slim.

Thank you Matcha Pudding and Qinglan for the monthly tickets, and thank you everyone for your support!

One more chapter will be updated later~