Chapter 65: Sakura In Full Bloom At The Foot Of Fuji Mountain
That was a girl with a perfectly proportioned figure. She was wearing a Mickey-colored chiffon qipao made of extremely thin spun silk, which moved like a layer of mist when she walked, accentuating her delicate figure even more.
Her lower body was clad in a light cyan long skirt that hung straight down to her ankles. The hem had no floral patterns, only a few lines of dark silver cloud motifs embroidered along the edge, like faded title slips on the pages of ancient books.
Her eyebrows were extremely faint, with the tails slightly drooping, revealing a hint of weariness. Her eyes, however, were pitch black, with pupils as clear and bright as a cold jade pool. When not smiling, they held a layer of thin frost, making people hesitant to approach easily.
Her nose was elegantly straight, her chin pointed, and her lips were lightly coated with pale crimson rouge. From afar, they resembled dried maple leaves pressed between the pages of an old book—faded in vibrancy but retaining an air of elegance.
Perhaps due to work needs, she had coiled her jet-black hair into a beautiful bun, exposing a section of her snow-white swan neck.
A black hairpin of indeterminate material was slanted into her hair, its head carved in the shape of a plum branch. It had no inlaid jewels, only fine, hair-thin patterns engraved at the turns.
If there was any expensive accessory on her, it could only be the two black pearl earrings dangling from her earlobes.
Chen Yang looked her up and down a few times, and a thoroughly inconceivable thought arose in his mind. He had clearly never met this girl before, yet he inexplicably felt very familiar with her.
Hmm, for such an exquisite woman to appear in a coffee shop? With her beauty, even if she appeared at places like the Paramount Ballroom or Night Shanghai, no one would find it surprising.
But appearing here.
Ding ding dong dong, the woman sat in front of the piano, her fingers moving slightly, and beautiful notes flowed from her fingertips.
A piano piece left everyone present entranced.
When the piece ended, the woman stood up and elegantly bowed to the guests in attendance. The waitress nearby promptly stepped forward and pointed out Chen Yang, who was sitting by the window, to her.
The girl followed the gesture’s direction, smiled slightly at Chen Yang, then picked up a thank you card from above the piano, quickly wrote a few lines on it, handed it to the waitress, and whispered a few words in her ear.
The waitress showed an understanding look, took the card, and walked up to Chen Yang: “Mr., this is a thank you card from Miss Song.”
“Hope you can come more often in the future.”
Chen Yang smiled slightly, opened the thank you card, and his heart skipped a beat.
There was originally a line of small regular script on the thank you card, but adding what the girl had just written.
Connected together, it formed a piece of code information.
“Ten o’clock, Hualan Road third floor Room 303.”
After all that, this piano-playing girl was the contact target for this meeting.
Chen Yang put the thank you card in his pocket and casually pulled out his wallet: “Thanks, check please.”
With that, he took two bills from his wallet and placed them on the waitress’s tray.
Watching Chen Yang’s dashing departing figure, the waitress was unable to let go for a long time.
Wasn’t the way he looked at her just now one of being utterly smitten?
Why did he leave so dashingly, without even asking for contact information? Could it all have been an illusion?
The bartender at the counter reminded the waitress, who was standing dazed by the table: “Sister Xiaocui, what’s wrong with you?”
The waitress silently cleared the remaining coffee and a few cigarette butts from the table, turned around, and glared at the bartender: “Pah, scum.”
Ten o’clock at night, French Concession Hualan Road luxury apartment.
Chen Yang arrived punctually at the door of Room 303 on the third floor of the apartment at the agreed time.
Knock knock knock, he lightly knocked on the door. Footsteps sounded from inside, and soon the door opened, revealing that beautiful girl right before his eyes.
“Come in.” The girl said no more, urging Chen Yang to enter the room quickly.
Chen Yang slipped into the room, and the girl promptly closed the door behind him.
Chen Yang’s gaze swept around. The room wasn’t large and could be taken in at a glance.
“Officer, hello.”
“I am Song Yilin, codename Sakura, member of the Qingpu training class elite training camp.”
“Dispatched by Director Zheng to serve as your intelligence liaison officer in Shanghai.”
Under Fuji Mountain, sakura blooms.
This combination sounded quite romantic at first listen.
Chen Yang’s gaze lingered on Song Yilin, and he suddenly said, “Miss Song has been following me for a long time, hasn’t she?”
“When you arrived in Shanghai, you didn’t contact me right away but kept tracking me instead. What, afraid I’d turn my back on the Party and Country and defect to the Japanese without looking back?”
Song Yilin’s body trembled, and she quickly said, “Officer, what are you talking about? When did I ever track you?”
“Hmm, let me think.” Chen Yang pulled over a chair and sat down: “Last month the 19th, at the entrance of Xiang Ji.”
“When I went out, you were just coming in, wearing a light gray suit and a navy hat.”
“And the 21st, at the entrance of Tianfu Restaurant, you were wearing a leather jacket and a black beret on your head.”
“Hmm, the 27th, City Hall. When I went in, you should have been at the door of the Industry Department office.”
“The most recent was the day before yesterday. When I came out of the consulate, you rode a bicycle past from the opposite road.”
“Not sure if what I said is right?”
Song Yilin opened her mouth wide, looking at Chen Yang with utter disbelief.
She was very confident in her disguise and infiltration technology. Even people very familiar with her would have a hard time recognizing her after disguise.
However, the times and places Chen Yang mentioned were spot on, but Song Yilin could confirm that the versions of herself he saw during those times were all different. So how did he spot her?
Could she have revealed some flaw somewhere? But that was impossible too; if he knew he was being followed, he would have acted long ago.
Song Yilin pondered for a moment, then instinctively looked toward the wardrobe, and suddenly reacted.
So Chen Yang had seen the clothes hanging in the wardrobe.
Though unbelievable, Song Yilin was still certain that the officer before her definitely possessed eidetic memory.
Talent…
“Officer, don’t misunderstand. I wasn’t tracking you; I wanted to plan a suitable meeting opportunity by understanding your schedule.”
Chen Yang curled his lip; he wouldn’t believe such an excuse even if a dog said it.
“Officer, after headquarters received the contact code you sent back, they transferred me from Beiping to Chongqing.”
“Director Zheng specifically explained that you are Boss Dai’s most valued student and we absolutely cannot let anything happen to you.”
“So, I had to confirm your safety before contacting you.”
Chen Yang said indifferently, “Surveillance is surveillance. I haven’t contacted headquarters for four years and five months, so of course they’d suspect my identity. I’m not surprised.”
“However, I warn you, this can only happen once. If there’s a next time, I don’t want to have to watch out for bullets from behind while carrying out a mission.”
“By the way, did you contact me now because there’s some mission?”
Song Yilin nodded: “Yes, headquarters needs you to investigate a piece of intelligence…”
