Come Daybreak

Xue Yang (iii)

The inside of the car was deathly quiet.

Feng Xinya had no interest in neither the protagonist nor the cannon fodder in the car as he laid his head back to rest his eyes and listen to Xiao flip out in his mind. The protagonist who sat in the middle of the trio, seeing that his handsome savior was not in the mood to say anything, couldn't muster up the courage to attempt anything in order to get closer to him. The cannon fodder was at the opposite end from Feng Xinya, not paying any attention to the others in the car as he faced the window, looking at the outside world flying by expressionlessly.

"What do we do ah! This is only our first mission and there is already an anomaly! Usually, in scenarios like these, the cannon fodder will counterattack the protagonist! You should probably get rid of him in case he becomes a hidden danger, Xinya!" To be honest, Xiao was being unreasonable. Feng Xinya's character was also categorized as cannon fodder, but his mission had practically nothing to do with overthrowing the protagonist.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Xiao kept pestering him until he was forced to stop when he felt the air surrounding him going cold.

"Shut up."

The protagonist who was just about to say something to lighten up the mood in the car felt his breath hitch in his throat, causing him to choke and cough haphazardly. As he coughed, little crystalline tears were squeezed from his eyes, the rims turning red and his cheeks flushing due to the strain. When his fit was finally over, he turned to glare at Feng Xinya with a wronged and aggrieved expression that could elicit tender feelings from others.

Too bad its effect was lost on Feng Xinya as he monotonously glanced at the protagonist to make sure he wasn't mortally wounded or dying before taking out the laptop that was in the seat compartment, dialing a number on his phone at the same time.

Before the person on the other line could say anything, Feng Xinya spoke.

"It's done."

Then, he hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. Turning to the cannon fodder who was clearly immersed in his own world, Feng Xinya voiced out with no room for objection,

"Name, age, parents, home address."

Without turning back, the cannon fodder already knew Feng Xinya was referring to him, "Xue Yang. 16."

The interior of the car once again fell silent. Noticing Feng Xinya's obvious displeasure at having the last two questions go unanswered, the protagonist happily piped in.

"Yang lost his memories! He only knows his name and age and how long he's been in the brothel." Intentionally or not, the protagonist placed much importance on the last two words as if emphasizing the fact that Xue Yang was no better than a prostitute.

"Oh! And! I'm Ye Xia! I'm 16 years old, and I am Ye Yao's son. My father's gonna be the president of B country soon!" He pridefully inserted.

"What's your name? Also, how old are you?" Ye Xia looked at Feng Xinya with extreme interest.

He was ignored, though, as Feng Xinya was no longer paying attention after finding out about Xue Yang's memory loss. He typed in Xue Yang's name and age into the secret forces database, trying to find out whatever information he could about him.

Seeing that there was nothing, he sent a message along with the name and age to one of his agents who was an expert at those kinds of things to dig up the obviously missing information. The database always had something on everyone, but it was as if Xue Yang didn't even exist. There were many boys in the world named Xue Yang who were sixteen, but none of them had an appearance like the one in the car.