The Inconceivable Flame: A Fallen Angel's Disguise

Ji Syaoran was thrown out on his buttock. Imagine his feelings... Ji Family’s proud young master being kicked out just like that. Ouch! That was a blow to his pride.

Before he could even settle his shock, he saw Ru shutting the door with a bang. He immediately shot up and started pounding on her door while ignoring the stinging pain in his buttock. She really wasn’t a gentle person.

"Hey, open the door! I still have something to say!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs. It was a good thing that there was only her apartment on the top floor otherwise, someone might have beaten him with a stick by now. "I was just taking my brother’s side. Why did he get so cranky?" He muttered to himself before ringing the bell over and over again.

’Click!’

The sound made him feel smug but his smugness was blown in the wind when he saw a slipper in Ru’s hand and a dangerous look in her eyes. He gulped before taking a couple of steps back in fear.

"Don’t! I do have something important to say." He hurriedly tried to clear up while trying to make more distance between them.

"You. Better. Hope. That. Your. Words. Don’t. Push. Me. Over. The. Edge." She had enunciated each word in such a way that Ji Syaoran was left uncertain whether his words would be able to save him or not.

"I heard someone planning to kill you." Ji Syaoran spoke in such a frantic manner as if he was trying to get rid of a hot potato.

Ru dropped the slipper back inside and said, "Speak clearly."

Ji Syaoran heaved a sigh of relief and recounted the conversation he heard last night. Ru was listening attentively and with her impassive face, Ji Syaoran wasn’t even sure what was going on in her mind. Was he safe or... Not?

"Did you see the person?" She asked after he was done.

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly and answered, "No. I wasn’t able to. But it was a girl. Somehow she sounded familiar as well."

"That wasn’t helpful at all." Ru left a simple sentence and closed the door again.

"Rude much?" Ji Syaoran grunted at the closed door. She hadn’t even said a thank you. Even though it wasn’t needed but from what he heard from his grandfather and grandmother, he had the impression that Ru was a really nice person.

"Nice? It’d be a wonder if this person really managed to smile sincerely at someone." Ji Syaoran wanted to kick the door but was afraid that she would really not let him go easily this time. So, he left grudgingly.

Inside the apartment, Ru could see his antics through the screen playing in the living room. She heard him cursing and making a fuss but not a single emotion crossed her face.

"Raven, turn the security screens off. And connect a call with Adia." Her voice was devoid of any emotions. Neither it was cold nor it was burning with rage. In a sense, her mood was quite calm and serene.

"Right away, Master." Raven’s voice echoed around in the silent apartment.

As the call connected, Ru didn’t wait for her voice before saying, "Did you find out about those assassins?"

"Master, those people weren’t assassins." Adia’s answer came.

"Did they belong to any organization?" She inquired.

"Not that too." Adia’s response made her frown a bit. Before she could ask further, Adia went on, "Those people were from local mafia. More like..."

"Street thugs." Ru finished her words for her.

"Yes."

"Anything else?"

"We asked around but it’s still unclear why they attacked you or how did they get your location." Adia went on with her report. "But one thing is clear."

"What is it?"

"They weren’t sure of your exact location. Yesterday, a couple of other restaurants around that tea house were also raided by those ruffians. Probably, looking for you."

Ru’s fingers tapped against the side of her leg as she closed her eyes and said, "Because the person who called the shot only knew that I was at the Grand Clubhouse."

"Then should we check the security cameras there to find the mastermind?" Adia asked sensing strange vibes.

"Grand clubhouse is famous for its privacy. There are no security cameras around the private rooms. There is no point in asking around."

"What should we do then?"

"Forget it. We’ll wait. If they want me dead. They’ll come again."