The dinner party ended, the glitz and glamour faded away.
Guests departed to their respective homes, each to their own bed.
But Aoyama Xiu Xin neither went home nor to bed.
In the early hours, with few pedestrians around, a black Mercedes with its license plates obscured shook back and forth, as a man and a woman inside continued their relentless activity.
Tonight, Qingshui Yasuko had drunk a lot on behalf of Aoyama Xiu Xin, her delicate face flushed like the sunset, her fair neck arched backwards, her scattered hair cascading like a waterfall.
Approximately an hour later, Jin Yucheng finally finished his cigarette. Shivering from the cold outside while keeping watch, he got into the car and first drove Qingshui Yasuko home.
"Senior Police Director, I'll head inside then. You should rest early," Qingshui Yasuko said to Aoyama Xiu Xin as she stood by her front doorstep and then proceeded to open the car door.
