Chapter 295 - Calling Out His Name

When Wuming and Qing Lok got home, they both went to their bedrooms. Wuming to sleep some more and Qing Lok to change clothes.

"You ready to bolt again?" asked Wuming as he leaned against the doorframe of his brother. Qing Lok pulled open a closet door and pulled out another shirt.

"Is this okay?" he asked, pressing it against his body.

"I'm not the person you should be asking that," Wuming smiled. "You must really like her, huh?"

"I got her messages when we landed. She was really worried. I'm really tired and I want to sleep in my bed, but I don't think she'll be fine until she sees me in person—that I am still alive and breathing."

"You must really like her." Wuming was happy for his brother. That was not even something to doubt. 

Qing Lok pointed a finger at him. "As soon as I get enough sleep, I will find someone for you. Someone from the mafia—or some mafia don's daughter and we're going to set you up on a date."

Wuming shook his head. This was the thing that he was not looking forward about getting home. "I think I can handle things on my own."

"No, you won't."

"I promise," said Wuming with a smile. "I'll even let you meet her."

Qing Lok stopped moving. "You already have a girl in mind?"

Wuming nodded his head.

Qing Lok's mouth opened then closed, like he didn't know what to say. "O… okay. That's good. But, how sure are you that she's going to go on a date with you? And does she know you? Who you really are?"

"Hmm…" he thought about it. "Not everything, but… she does know the worst of me," he shrugged. "I guess that's a starting point."

The corner of Qing Lok's lips automatically rose up to a smile. "Are you sure about that? I can really help you finding someone. I'll hack in the criminal database of the FBI if I have to."

Wuming chuckled. "I'm fine." He nodded. "Don't drive, okay? Have someone drive for you. You look like you can fall asleep on the wheel."

"Okay," Qing Lok answered.

Wuming had already turned away but Qing Lok called him back. "Yeah?"

"You know," his brother said, looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry if I was acting up when father left. You and Chen didn't deserve that."

"No," Wuming said, "We actually did. We should've told you."

"Well, at least the cat's out of the bag," he said. "You go get some rest. I'll come back later."

But Qing Lok did not come back by nightfall. When Wuming woke up, he did get a message from his brother stating that he was staying in The Kingly and that he was with Liu Meilien.

Wuming got down for dinner and found the food in the dining area. He looked around the house and it felt completely deserted. They had dismissed their IT team to get some rest. They also had done a lot of work over the past few days.

"Everyone is out of the house," Wuming said to himself as he chewed on a slice of sweet pork. He was already thinking of all the places he wanted to go--the places he could go. He was not going to stay in this house alone. It would drive him crazy.

He looked out the window. Was it a good night to kill someone? Maybe he should watch the streets and look for potential bad people and kill them.

He shook his head. Something was definitely wrong with his brain. He checked the clock and finally knew where he needed to go.

Since he was more than fine to drive with one hand, Wuming found himself at the hospital.

"Qing Wei?" repeated the nurse who was taking down his information.

"Yeah," he answered. He might've disappeared from Chengshi but his father made sure that his ID's were up to date incase he would need his identity back.

"Please head over to the third floor second door on the left and show this slip."

"Thanks," he said and got into the elevator. The hospital smelt like cleaning liquid.

No training, no people, and certainly no killings with his stoned arm. They told him he fractured his wrist. When they asked, he told them that it was from a sports injury. They wrapped it up on a cast.

While he was driving, he gave a lot of thought on where he was going. He didn't want to go there but he knew he had to. He just wanted to officially say good bye.

As usual, he parked his car—with a lot of difficulties as his right hand cannot operate—far away and started walking with a jacket on top of his shoulders. 

Winter season was almost over. It was the least season that Wuming liked. It was hard to perform jobs. Everything was cold. He was just looking at his feet, not minding his surroundings when a car passed him. He paid no mind to it but he should've.

He should've because that same car stopped in front of Camille's house. He only saw when he turned the curve to her street. He debated whether he should jump to the woods but he knew he would not be able to pull himself out from there later on so he stayed in the shadows.

It was taking long for Camille to get off, the guy was probably saying good bye to her, maybe they were kissing.

Wuming felt himself smile. Good for her, he thought. That was the only thing he wanted to know. He wanted to know if she was okay and that she was happy.

If she were out on a date then that meant she moved on.

Wuming turned away just in time as the car door opened and out came Camille in a white dress.

Wuming was already walking away when he heard her voice calling out his name.