Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 140, Section 14: Someone's Going to Be Forcibly Kissed Again (Part 2)

Two o'clock in the afternoon, at the Mori no Kawa apartment.

He Ye is patiently teaching Nicole.

An isosceles triangle has a base of 10 centimeters and a height of 12 centimeters. What is its area?

The two had been back from the employment agency for three or four hours, and the maid still hadn't arrived after lunch; she might be late. Bored, He Ye decided to teach Nicole some things taught in school. This had been their routine for the past few days.

The original plan was to send her to a secondary school, but it would be too much to ask someone who hadn't even mastered addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division to learn equations.

So now He Ye is helping her catch up on her previous knowledge.

Sitting across from He Ye, Nicole quickly picked up her pen and started calculating rapidly. In no time, she had the answer and handed it to He Ye, chuckling as she awaited praise. She used to be the top student in the class... although that church-run public school hadn't been open for many years, and the curriculum was almost entirely elementary school level.

"Oh, well written."

He Ye picked up the paper and glanced at it.

Multiply the base by the height and divide by two. The answer is 60 square centimeters.

Speaking of which, I used to tutor Nicole in bars. Often, during the half hour after get off work, when the noise subsided and the night was quiet, it was a time when I could easily fall asleep while learning. Unfortunately, the time before work was allocated to Miss Bella to learn bartending.

Once, when Brooke was tutoring Nicole, he joked that as Nicole was writing down church rules from memory, he said that his memories of school were only hopscotch, throwing stones, and chasing games, and he had no impression of these nasty rules at all.

Brooke attended a church-run public school and complained endlessly about it, saying things like having to wash your hands in the sanctuary even in winter to enter the school, which made your hands tremble from the cold. She also lamented that the nuns and priests didn't know how to teach and just talked about religious doctrines all day long.

So now he's bartending instead of studying math and science properly.

Nicole questioned this, as she had also attended a church school. Even after leaving school for three or four years, her impression of the place was not limited to hopscotch, throwing stones, and chasing games, but rather included reading, writing, arithmetic, and knowledge that would benefit her for life.

He Ye, who was standing nearby, finally understood why Brooke only had happy times at the church school. He asked Brooke how his grades were, and Brooke was so embarrassed that he couldn't answer. He touched his chin and smacked his lips, almost admitting that he was a terrible student.

He Ye asked Nicole how her grades were. She put her hands on her hips and proudly said that if she continued her studies normally, she could get a tuition reduction and attend a middle school with excellent grades.

The truth came out, and Brooke slumped away, head bowed.

"Sir, what are you laughing at?"

At this moment, Nicole looked at He Ye sitting in front of her with bright eyes, feeling a little overjoyed, because He Ye's smile made her feel warm inside. They were having class at a table on the balcony. The summer sun didn't reach their feet, otherwise they would have been burned out. They were surrounded by lush flowerpots and the white noise of the bustling traffic on the street.

"Nothing, just remembered something funny."

He Ye coughed twice and continued lecturing, his upturned smile disappearing as he became serious. Nicole had no choice but to pick up her pen again and start listening attentively.

After about ten minutes.

Nicole was staring at the math problems in front of her with a worried look when the doorbell rang; someone had come to visit.

"Ding dong~"

He Ye stood up: "I'll go open the door."

He figured that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the maid from the matchmaking agency should be here—and indeed she was.

"Hello, I'm a maid referred by the 'Hoffman Employment Agency.' I found this place according to the address. Are you Mr. Winn?"

What came into view was a maid who bowed slightly.

The name He Ye left behind was a pseudonym he used before, which he also used in China, so now he is Wen En.

He Ye nodded. The young maid in front of him was wearing the white apron he remembered, the fabric of which had been starched and faded. She had a white headscarf with lace trim on her head and was carrying a cloth bag in her hands, which probably contained cleaning tools.

Her short hair was neatly trimmed, giving her a capable appearance, and she had an above-average appearance.

“My name is Anna Karenina. You can call me Anna, Grandpa.”

After confirming that He Ye was the employer, the maid bowed again.

This distracted Nicole, who was sitting next to her doing her homework. She's usually very focused, but this time was different.

Anna walked in, looked around to confirm her future job situation, then turned to her employer, took a notebook from her pocket, and handed it to him.

He Ye accepted it somewhat bewilderedly. It was his first time hiring a maid, but it was clear that she had more than one job experience.

Soon, He Ye understood what the little notebook was.

This is a maid's handbook, and it seems that every maid carries one. It records her work experience and evaluations from previous employers, and it is much more detailed than what you see in the agency. He Ye saw that she had worked as a live-in maid for half a year, and afterwards she was a commuter maid, with about four years of work experience.

In summary, this maid was honest, diligent, and of good character.

“Okay… Miss Anna, I understand you are a qualified maid.” He Ye returned the rough leather notebook.

"I'm glad you're satisfied, Grandpa." She pulled back into her arms.

"Uh, you don't need to call me Grandpa, just call me by my name."

“…Yes, Mr. Winn.” Anna hesitated for a moment before deciding to respectfully comply.

Then a simple discussion begins, because the employment agency only talks about the general scope. The specifics of how to do it need to be communicated with the employer, and both parties need to agree on the wages, whether to pay weekly or monthly, and whether to provide uniforms, etc.

He Ye was a little surprised to hear this, because the maid was wearing a uniform.

This is how Anna explained it to the question.

"Actually, my apron is already faded from washing, as you can see, and it's also too plain."

“If it were just an ordinary employer, I wouldn’t suggest you provide a uniform. But Mr. Winn, you seem to be a professor, and your home is more comfortable than I imagined. If guests come to visit, my wearing this uniform might embarrass you… In fact, some employers have had similar concerns in the past. So if you mind my current attire and cannot provide clothing, I may not be able to perform this job.”

He Ye understood; it turned out to be about social etiquette.

I was just about to say that I don't mind dressing up... but then I thought of something and nodded silently.

"I understand."

"So, regarding salary..."

The two finished their discussion in about five minutes, and then the maid perked up and began cleaning the study with great enthusiasm—He Ye, holding the unsigned contract, leaned against the door watching her work.

I read the terms and conditions as I went.

The salary is 80 livres each time, six times a month. During her conversation with the maid, He Ye realized that cleaning every five days would be cleaner, since the floor would probably be very dirty by the fifth or sixth day if it was only once a week.

The cleaning service is done every five days, costing only 480 livres per month, which surprised He Ye.

After half an hour.

The study has been tidied up.

He Ye took a break from tutoring Nicole at the desk and went to check the environment of the study. He was very satisfied and then made an agreement with the maid on the remaining matters, such as the cleaning standards for the whole house and that she did not need to clean her own room. After all, there were some things in there that needed to be kept out of sight. It was not surprising that Anna kept this in mind, since the grandfathers' rooms all had their own privacy.

Finally, He Ye received an advance on this month's wages—which flattered the maid Anna. She bowed deeply, holding the banknotes, and declared that He Ye was the most generous employer she had ever met.

Seeing this, Ni coughed twice: "Cough cough!"

He Ye then forgot to keep introducing her, since this maid would inevitably meet Nicole in the future.

“This is my sister.” “Cough cough cough cough…” Nicole coughed repeatedly, almost falling over while holding onto the table, looking distressed.

So the maid Anna bowed to Nicole to show her respect, then picked up the package of cleaning tools with both hands, straightened her back and left the Heno family. She was a very decisive person.

He Ye closed the door, pulled himself out of his thoughts, and walked back to Nicole. Just as he was about to continue the math lesson, he noticed Nicole staring at him with a suspicious look, which made him a little uneasy.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"...Didn't you say you'd come every seven days? Why did we just agree on five days?"

"The house will be cleaner in five days."

"Really? I have a feeling that's not entirely your intention, sir?"

"..." This time it was He Ye's turn to be embarrassed. He coughed twice and decided to change the subject, correcting her wrong way of addressing him that she could never get rid of, and then started rambling on about unimportant things.

In the end, He Ye gave up, saying that it was just the two of them in private and she could do whatever she wanted, but reminded her to be careful in front of others.

Nicole nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, perhaps due to Nicole's gaze. He Ye also sensed that she had been acting a little strange lately, but he just assumed it was a girl's belated rebellious phase... Just then, the doorbell rang, and someone else came to visit.

Who is it?
He Ye was puzzled, but still went to open the door.

"Ding dong."

The doorbell rang again, suggesting the house was quite lively today. But the scene that greeted He Ye when he opened the door made his heart skip a beat, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Two CORE field agents stood outside the door, dressed in smart overcoats and each carrying a suitcase, which might contain handcuffs or anesthetics—He Ye thought this because the two looked like they were carrying someone who had been delivered to them.

Between the two field agents is Yugiri.

Her red eyes looked at He Ye, then she seemed to want to say something, but finally shut her mouth.

Such a situation was bound to make He Ye panic.

Suddenly, memories of the dead began to assault He Ye.

Someone clutched their chest.

It happened a week ago in a hotel in a coastal city—in the dead of night, He Ye encountered Yu Wu's revenge kiss. He was sorry for what happened at the top of the tower; he had intended to calm down and explain the misunderstanding, but the misunderstanding was indeed cleared up on that quiet morning. However, what he got in return was a love that had never been expressed before, so in a way, it was not a misunderstanding at all.

A week has passed since he returned to Parrison. He thought that if things were going to come to light, something would have happened by now, but since it hadn't been exposed for so long, he put the matter aside—but now...

Arrested and brought to justice.

"Hello, sir. I am here on orders from Chief of Division Two, Dianeson, to escort this young lady." The male field officer pounded his chest and saluted solemnly. "This is her luggage. And this lady next to you is Dr. Smith's assistant. She will explain the details to you."

Heye: "...?"

He Ye had already prepared to lend a hand, but things didn't seem to go as he expected.

At this moment, the woman next to him stepped forward. She seemed to be wearing the same uniform as when she went out, but her true identity was Dr. Smith's assistant.

What she said next eased He Ye's anxiety a little.

"Greetings, sir." The female assistant saluted first, then relaxed her arm and slowly said, "Dr. Smith asked me to escort Ms. Yugiri here. After returning to her country last week, she was diagnosed with mental illnesses, such as moderate adjustment disorder and chronic stress, mild generalized anxiety disorder, and possible depersonalization and depression. These problems..."

"Uh, wait a minute..." He Ye was taken aback, "Is her condition that complicated?"

The female assistant paused for a moment and then said seriously:
"Dr. Smith is an authority on psychological issues. In fact, quite a few spies who returned home were diagnosed with mental health problems because their professional relationships were under extreme pressure for a long time, and their work environment was full of betrayal, deception, isolation and constant threats to their lives."

“Like the adjustment disorder I just mentioned,” the female assistant said with regret. “It’s something that almost every spy might suffer from, just to varying degrees.”

"Because they need to constantly adapt to new identities and environments, they can never be their true selves. This long-term self-alienation is a huge psychological burden."

"Symptoms include persistent worry and anxiety, changes in sleep and appetite, and social withdrawal..."

"Okay, okay..." He Ye quickly responded, rubbing his head and telling the female assistant to stop talking.

Otherwise, he felt he might be diagnosed with a mental illness.

He let out a long breath.

"In short, just tell us why you're here." He Ye gestured with his hand.

The nurse was silent for a moment, then took out a psychological therapy record from inside her clothes and handed it to He Ye.

He Ye accepted it without hesitation.

"Dr. Smith's solution is to keep Ms. Yugiri in a familiar environment, or perhaps around people, to see if she will lower her psychological defenses. Because her treatment at headquarters this week has not been very promising, we hope you can cooperate in order to ensure her physical and mental well-being."

"..." He Ye thought about it and realized there was no reason for him to refuse.

It sounds like they mean to try keeping Yugiri here? That way, they can patch things up a bit, make sure she remembers some things without having to explain them. He Ye really doesn't want headquarters to know about Yugiri's feelings... otherwise, he'll feel really awkward and uncomfortable.

"Ok."

The female assistant nodded, then took out a set of keys from her pocket.

He Ye remembered that the room next to hers was empty.

"The room next door is the accommodation arranged for Ms. Yugiri by the organization. The things you need to do are all written on that document." The female assistant paused for a moment and explained, "It's just some routine things every day, such as asking her a few test questions, and checking her blood pressure and heart rate."

He Ye nodded: "I understand."

The female assistant then placed the suitcase by the door to indicate that it was there, and said:

"The necessary medical equipment is in this suitcase I'm holding. You can use it directly. We will come back in three days to pick up Ms. Yugiri and see if her recovery here will improve."

"If the situation improves, I will trouble you to continue to cooperate. If the situation does not improve... I actually hope it will not happen, but I will not bother you then."

The female assistant bowed as she finished speaking, and the male field officer next to her bowed in return.

He Ye had figured out the whole situation, and the last thread of tension in her heart finally relaxed—it seemed that the people at headquarters hadn't discovered Yugiri's most serious problem. Perhaps she was good at disguising her emotions? Or perhaps, as she herself said back then, she didn't know what love was.

In short, their purpose in bringing Yugiri here was simply to treat her psychological problems.

Kehe was very worried. Was it a wise choice for Xiwu to stay by his side? He feared that her condition would only worsen.

However, the image of her in the white room at headquarters is still vivid in my mind... The electrodes were attached to the skin of her arm, and the white clothes she was wearing made her look like a patient. For some reason, He Ye felt a little sad. He looked at Yugiri and found that her face seemed to have become a little paler. Even though she looked beautiful, it was a sign of being haggard.

"Then, please read through this psychotherapy record first. I will give you the spare key to the next room. In the meantime, I will help her settle her luggage, and the next room also needs to be cleaned."

"OK……"

After speaking, the female assistant left a key and handed it to He Ye. At the same time, another field agent inserted the key into the door of the next room, and entered with his luggage and Yugiri.

He Ye's expression was somewhat subtle. Coming back to her senses, she realized that the impact of that incident was still lingering, and she couldn't be a carefree couch potato...

At least we should try to deal with Yugiri's situation first.

(End of this chapter)