You Are Deep in The Stars

The next morning, when Bai Xi got up, Han Zhuo had already started preparing breakfast in the kitchen. He even made a beautiful cloud shaped egg in the oven, which was placed on the plate like a fairy tale dessert.

“Is this for me?” Bai Xi liked its shape very much.

“To match your dream princess suite,” Han Zhuo said as he squeezed another glass of orange juice. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“Not bad,” Bai Xi replied, taking a sip. His nose and eyebrows wrinkled. “But your juice is too sour, the kind of sourness that would be complained about in a hotel.”

“Sour can make you sober up quickly,” Mr. Han said with a smirk, pulling out a chair for him considerately. “Enjoy it slowly; we will set off in an hour and a half.”

“Where are Auntie and the others?” Bai Xi asked.

“Guess,” Han Zhuo said, sitting opposite him.

Bai Xi was puzzled. Why did he need to guess this?

However, what Han Zhuo said next really surprised him. The Benin Clinic, which Wu Zigang deeply trusted, was actually a front for an underground warehouse, and the plane Daisy and Zhao Xiaojuan had taken had already crossed the national border and flown to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

“Is it safe?” Bai Xi asked. “I mean, Auntie and the others.”

“Of course, it’s safe,” Han Zhuo reassured him. “Daisy will arrange everything, including Zhao Xiaojuan’s upcoming surgery and the care and rest she deserves afterward. You don’t have to worry at all.”

“What about us? What should we do next?” Bai Xi inquired further. “Are we still going to the Benin Clinic?”

“Daisy mentioned before she left, that she saw this as an excellent opportunity to deal with Huang Jingyuan,” Han Zhuo said, feeding a piece of bacon into his mouth. “So, I don’t plan to cancel the trip.”

“Deal with him?” Bai Xi stopped chewing, pondering for a moment before asking, “Does that mean… taking him out?”

Han Zhuo nodded.

Bai Xi: “…”

“What?” Han Zhuo smiled. “Are you scared?”

Bai Xi admitted, “A little bit.” After all, before this, he had always obeyed the law and had good conduct. He rarely even violated traffic rules, let alone discussed the daunting topics of murder and arson at the dinner table.

“You can choose to stay out of it, but I suggest you come with me,” Han Zhuo said. “This is a rare opportunity to prepare for potential troubles you might face in the future.”

“Will I have to kill people in the future too?” Bai Xi suddenly asked. His expression was serious, his tone calm. Han Zhuo was momentarily stunned by the question.

“So, will I?” Bai Xi repeated again.

“Everything might happen,” Han Zhuo didn’t deny it, but after saying this, he smiled again. “But there was no need to feel psychological pressure, because I wouldn’t give you the opportunity to kill innocent people indiscriminately.”

Bai Xi agreed. At that point in the conversation, he had actually lost his appetite, but he still forced himself to finish a whole plate of sandwiches and two glasses of very sour orange juice.

“Well done,” Han Zhuo cleared the dishes for him. “Believe me, eating food was definitely a good thing. It could keep you warm and give you courage.”

“Don’t you plan to tell me the whole plan?” Bai Xi followed him. “Am I going to the clinic too?”

“Of course, and you are also a link in the operation,” Han Zhuo emphasized. “A very important link.”

Bai Xi was a little confused. “But you just said I could choose to go or not.”

Why would he suddenly become an indispensable and important link now?

“Because I have plan A and plan B,” Han Zhuo put the tableware neatly into the dishwasher and tidied up the kitchen. Finally, he returned to the living room with coffee and said straight to the point, “I need you to pretend to be Zhao Xiaojuan.”

Bai Xi felt mixed after hearing this. He was actually ready to fight, rob someone, or even get hurt, but he was dressing up as a woman for the first time?

“How tall are you?” Han Zhuo asked.

Bai Xi replied, “One hundred seventy-eight cm.”

“Zhao Xiaojuan is two centimeters shorter than you, but it didn’t matter,” Han Zhuo put his arm around his shoulders. “You didn’t need to wear a skirt or make-up. I had prepared clothes and masks for you. I swear by Liu Chunchun’s pink color, I would never embarrass you.”

Bai Xi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so he reached out and pushed him. “Let’s get down to business!”

Han Zhuo’s plan didn’t sound complicated at all, but before going out, he asked again, “Do you have any questions?”

“There is one,” Bai Xi took off his mask. “Are you sure the person coming would be Huang Jingyuan? What if Shi Tian also appeared together?” That was a perverted old devil who was quite difficult to deal with.

“Believe me, Shi Tian won’t show up this time,” Han Zhuo pressed the elevator button. “I am 100% sure about this matter.”

Yeah? Bai Xi was doubtful about this.