As a spy who had been lurking in the real world for nearly fifty years, even plotting and facilitating the successful arrival and concealment of a demigod, Councilor Huang had weathered many storms over the years.
What he had in abundance was caution and care.
The dream from last night contained many odd and unreasonable elements. Although he had considered it thoroughly and still believed that the likelihood of Dahei Jialuo trying to convey a message was higher, prompting him to consider contacting Dahei Jialuo to inquire about the situation, he dared not gamble!
After all, he couldn't guarantee that the Special Service Department and the Security Bureau hadn't discovered his identity and were laying a trap, hoping to find Dahei Jialuo through him, or to follow the leads and uncover more spies.
If that were indeed the case, he would be beyond redemption!
Therefore, after carefully pondering last night's dream, Councilor Huang made a bold decision: he would completely withdraw and refrain from contacting Dahei Jialuo or any other compatriots for the time being!
Until the danger had passed, or Dahei Jialuo took the initiative to contact him and clarify the situation.
Luckily, he and his compatriots had rehearsed similar scenarios before and in addition, had codes and methods of sending messages. He believed he could minimize the risk!
And if the dream from last night truly was a message from Dahei Jialuo, what should he do? Councilor Huang believed that, knowing Dahei Jialuo as he did, if he didn't grasp the message, Jialuo would surely contact him again, so there was no need to rush.
Even if Dahei Jialuo was in danger and could only send a message once, Councilor Huang thought the probability of that was very small. Besides, if Dahei Jialuo couldn't resolve the issue, what made him think he could? He didn't believe he was that capable.
The key to his successful concealment all these years was to act "appropriately" and never to overstep.
With that in mind, although Councilor Huang was still contemplating the significance of last night's dream, he had already decided not to contact Dahei Jialuo or his compatriots for a month or two....
Fang Ze had gone to the restaurant with the female director.
Strangely enough, Fang Ze had entered the study through the only door previously, but upon exiting, he once again passed through that same door, only to find the location behind it had completely changed.
Following the female director to the restaurant, she told Fang Ze to have a seat wherever he liked, while she washed her hands, donned an apron, and quietly began cooking.
Having met the female director a few times, Fang Ze had always thought of her as a reticent and direct person, never beating around the bush, leading him to believe she was a cool, workaholic type. Yet now, to his surprise, he discovered that she possessed excellent culinary skills.
Her fine knife work, skillful movements, and the transformation of simple ingredients into delicious and beautifully plated dishes in her hands, all reflected her prowess.
Looking at the exquisite breakfast on his plate, then at the female director who had just removed her apron and silently sat down across from him, Fang Ze felt a bit nervous.
He didn't have much of a relationship with the female director, did he?
Why was she treating him so well?
Could it be... she had taken a liking to his body?
With this thought, Fang Ze couldn't help but size up the female director.
Clearly a Bloodline Awakener, with ice-blue hair, sapphire eyes, and a frosty demeanor, her aura of exclusivity gave her the air of an ice queen.
Beneath the blue chiffon nightgown lay a voluptuous and soft figure, with a well-proportioned physique.
Then considering her position, status, and the obviously valuable villa,
Fang Ze thought... maybe living off a rich woman wasn't such a bad idea?
After all, a man's appetite can be big or small, soft or firm....
As Fang Ze entertained these thoughts, the female director continued to eat her meal in silence.
She really didn't talk much, it seemed. Despite having invited Fang Ze to eat, she remained silent from the cooking to the dining.
This was somewhat uncomfortable for Fang Ze, who preferred livelier surroundings. So after his musings, he ventured to ask, "Director, why aren't you talking?"
The female director glanced at him and said indifferently, "Silence while eating."
He went on to ask, "Then why didn't you talk while you were cooking earlier?"
The female director glanced at him again and stated without expression, "Concentration is required when working."
Fang Ze felt even colder now.
Still disbelieving, he asked, "So, you kept me here for breakfast... just to eat?"
The female director gave him a puzzled look, "What else?"
Now genuinely curious, he asked, "Then why did you keep me for breakfast?"
This time, the female director spoke a bit more, "Having someone else at the table brightens the atmosphere and heightens the appetite."
Brighten the atmosphere? What brightness!
Fang Ze was now convinced that wealthy women were "psychologically bizarre," and their hobbies could not be understood by ordinary people. Therefore, a man is better off working hard and succeeding on his own!
With that resolution, Fang Ze also lowered his head and began to eat.
After breakfast, the female director, indeed, had no other plans. Truth be told, Fang Ze wasn't expecting any strange developments! But... he also didn't expect it to be just a meal!