The Novelist Forced to Become Famous

Chapter 335

As a woman, the easiest temptation was of course other women, after all going to the same restroom.

Apart from the target's wife and daughter, there were a total of five people: two female guards, a nanny, a home tutor, and a professional bodyguard.

Jian Jing found the nanny in the children's area.

She was playing with the little son. The child giggled as he slid down the slide, and the nanny spread her hands to protect him, lest the naughty child fall out the side of the slide.

Jian Jing sized up the nanny inconspicuously, making the most of the intermediate observation card.

She wore a white shirt with a turnover collar, a knee-length turquoise skirt, her jet-black hair tied up with a hairnet at the back, a very typical nanny outfit.

There were a few stains on the collar and shoulders, activating the five senses card to sniff, it was a mixture of vegetables and milk, like some kind of baby food.

Since she kept her palms spread open, you could clearly see the thin calluses on her palms, and there were a few slight scratches on her exposed arms.

Jian Jing walked casually past her and took the opportunity to glance at the back of her collar.

Under the shirt collar, the skin color was noticeably lighter than her face and neck.

"She's not a nanny," she pressed the earpiece and said inaudibly, "The difference in her skin color matches the clothes, it's impossible for her to always wear shirts and skirts."

It was scorching hot in this part of Southeast Asia, if you had to walk outside, you'd hate to wear anything more than hot pants and a bandeau top. Only people who lived in an air-conditioned indoor environment could wear shirts and medium-length skirts all the time.

Since she had been hunted down by the police before, constantly fleeing through the rural mountains, her skin must be on the darker side.

However, Zong Ye said, "Maybe it's makeup."

"The child is very close to her, she even fed the kid earlier, I don't think she would go to such lengths," Jian Jing said.

Zong Ye pondered briefly and said, "I see, next one."

The second suspect was the home tutor.

Coincidentally, she went into the bathroom to touch up her makeup in front of the bright makeup mirror.

Since Jian Jing was taking a plane today, she went bare-faced, but as a precaution, she always kept cushion foundations and lipstick in her bag. So she pretended to put on makeup and went next to the home tutor, scanning her from head to toe out of the corner of her eye.

All of her makeup was branded, her nails neatly manicured, and she gave off a faint scent of perfume.

She happened to be taking off her makeup, so Jian Jing took the opportunity to carefully inspect the condition of her skin. Her pores were very fine, with a nice luster.

Jian Jing pretended to inadvertently adjust the lighting of the mirror, soft light flashed across the other's face, and you could vaguely see the translucency of her nose ridge.

Prosthetic.

Jian Jing looked at her palms again, not a single callus.

This image was too different from that of a drug dealer, there was hardly any similarity. But considering her disguise skills, she still decided to probe further.

She relaxed her fingers and let the lipstick roll off the counter.

Jian Jing bent over to pick it up, but pretended to slip on the splashed water, her body tilting to the side and falling straight towards the tutor.

The tutor didn't notice and was bumped head-on.

"Sorry," Jian Jing quickly apologized.

The tutor frowned, looking quite displeased, but when she saw Jian Jing's appearance and outfit clearly, her expression abruptly changed. People were always exceptionally tolerant towards those of equal status and identity, she amiably said, "It's ok."

Jian Jing smiled at her, smeared a couple strokes messily on her lips, and leisurely left.

"The tutor doesn't seem like her either," she told Zong Ye. "She has an ordinary person's body, untrained."

There is a saying in romance novels that rings true - the human body is definitely more honest than the mouth. The mouth can lie, but the body's conditioned reflexes cannot.

A body that has undergone training, its reflexes will always be faster than the brain. Just now when she bumped into the other party, what she felt was soft and flabby flesh, the body completely unguarded.

Even if she looked calm on the surface, would she really be so undefended against a stranger?

Zong Ye acknowledged, "Understood, be careful from now on."

The nanny and tutor were ordinary people, not difficult to distinguish. Then the female guards and female bodyguards had all been trained, their physiques must match the circumstances of A.

Wanting to discern whether they were A in disguise would not be easy.

Jian Jing said, "Got it."

The professional's vigilance went without saying, she didn't plan on getting close, only observing from afar.

The high-level family was resting in the suite, the guards and bodyguards worked together in shifts, two guards stood at the door of the suite, two sat on the sofa near the door keeping watch, the rest took turns eating and resting.

Jian Jing sat far away in a corner of the business area, using binoculars to zoom in.

Zong Ye, disguised as a waiter, went over to deliver water and drinks, then a new channel appeared on the earpiece.

Chirp chirp, not sure if it was Thai, Vietnamese, Burmese or Lao.

Jian Jing: Damn it.

Dare you speak English??

French is fine too!

But though she complained, she also knew there might be important information in the conversation, she really didn't want to miss it, so she could only draw a card for help.

[Drawing card...]

[Draw complete]

[Name: Prop Card - Language Pack (12h)]

[Description: Understand all spoken languages and written expressions in any language for 12 hours, but unable to communicate or express content oneself]

[Note: For beings of the same species, communication barriers are truly mystical]

Jian Jing: Turns out the system isn't human, just openly mocking, huh?

She grumbled inwardly, and honestly chose to use it.

The bird language instantly became human speech.

"The airport curry isn't spicy at all, it's disgusting."

"Only you like eating this vomit."

"Damn it, say that again?"

"All of you shut the fuck up, don't forget we're on a mission."

These four were the guards supplied by the military, the three speaking were male, familiar with each other. The remaining female guard sat at the next table, finished eating early, and was coating her lips while holding up her phone.

Jian Jing listened for a while but didn't feel any of them were like A, on the contrary, she started doubting these people's professionalism.

Especially the female guard putting on lipstick, it was hard not to associate her with the country's royal scandals.

Just, didn't seem quite right.

On the other side, the three professional bodyguards (the remaining one was on duty at the door) ate in silence, barely conversing.

Among them, the female bodyguard was about 1.7 meters tall, with short choppy hair, bare-faced, eyes vigilant. The two male bodyguards were over 1.9 meters, shaved bald, faces and necks tanned from the sun, knuckles large and thick, clearly having undergone harsh training with one look.

Looking again at the two on the sofa keeping watch, they were both guards, also serious about their work. Though they held magazines and flipped through them, their eyes continuously patrolled the area around the suite, if there was any movement in the distance, they would surely size it up.

Jian Jing was unable to determine if their vigilance was just work, or caution about their own safety.

The two standing at the door of the suite, one female guard and one male bodyguard, were clearly unfamiliar with each other. Although both stood with hands clasped, dutifully guarding the door, their eyes rarely met.

She tried hard for a long time, yet returned empty-handed, a rare occurrence.

Hard to discern.

"You've been looking that way for too long," Zong Ye's figure blocked her line of sight. He bent over and delivered a cup of coffee and a power bank, his posture and movements exactly like a waiter's, almost making one think he used to work in this profession.

Jian Jing retracted her gaze, unwillingly said, "No other clues?"

He smiled.

"Who do you suspect?" she asked.

Zong Ye discreetly pointed at the female guard putting on lipstick.

Jian Jing was greatly surprised. "Why?"

"I passed by their table twice, she noticed me," Zong Ye said. "She used her phone's reflection to observe me for quite a while."

Jian Jing lightly bit her teeth together.

She hadn't noticed.

She had also seen this action, yet the other did it so naturally, she didn't realize at all that she was watching someone.

"Then there's him," Zong Ye pointed to the male bodyguard standing at the door.

Jian Jing: "Why?"

Zong Ye gathered up the napkins she had used to wipe the table, naturally turning to leave, only explaining via the earpiece: "Cooperation between personnel is very important in security work."

"Ah!" Jian Jing immediately understood his implication.

For guard duties like this, partners needed tacit understanding, otherwise if one signaled "something's wrong" with their eyes, and the other dismissed it as their partner's eye twitching, that would be laughable.

From the process of entering the airport earlier, this group were all professionals, so it made no sense to pair the female guard and male bodyguard together.

They were clearly unfamiliar with each other.

But if the altered allocation was to facilitate a's actions, then the male bodyguard was not the only one with issues.

It could have been the female security guard, or one of the two lookouts sitting separately.

Why did Zong Ye suspect the male bodyguard more?

She pondered for a moment, and asked: "Was it the position?"

His low chuckle came through the earpiece, feeling like feathers tickling her, rustling and itchy.

Jian Jing knew she had guessed right.

The standing position was very important.

The positions the two male guards had chosen on the sofa were fine, allowing them to keep an eye on the suite entrance while also watching the surroundings.

However, the airport's executive lounge was not enclosed. Many areas were partitioned off with glass walls, with sofas generally placed in central locations within each area.

In other words, the two male guards had exposed their backs to some extent. They entrusted their blind spots to each other, which was also why two people were assigned to stand watch together.

With a's cautious slyness, how could he possibly trust others?

Therefore, the position with his back to the suite door and facing outside to stand watch was better for being vigilant and observant.

But that was still not the answer.

Jian Jing leaned her head on her hand, pondering Zong Ye's reasoning: why did he determine it was the male bodyguard?

What had he noticed that she had overlooked?

"You said earlier that you passed by twice," she asked. "What happened?"

At the bar, Zong Ye wiped a glass, his lips barely moving, yet his voice still came through clearly in her ear: "That woman stared at me for a while."

Jian Jing: "Suspicious of you?"

"I don't think so."

She was puzzled.

Zong Ye was currently in disguise. His appearance was merely handsome and refined, without any aura of a sly fox spirit. Why did he feel suspicious just because someone looked at him a few more times?

Shouldn't it be the opposite?

"Watch out," Zong Ye said softly. "Someone's about to go over."

Jian Jing quickly looked over.

A female server was slowly pushing a trolley toward the suite door. She fluently said in English: "I'm a server from the executive lounge. This is the lunch ordered by the guest."

The female guard lifted the food covers one by one to check for hidden dangers before saying: "I'll take it in."

The female server's disappointment was obvious, but she didn't dare say anything. She turned and left.

Jian Jing asked: "Is she one of your people?"

"No, just an 'eager' temporary colleague," he laughed softly. "Well?"

Jian Jing had to admit: "It does seem suspicious."

The female server was probably fooled by Zong Ye into thinking she could get close to the boss if she tried. Her collar buttons were deliberately left undone, revealing an ample, rounded curve.

Even women couldn't help but glance when a busty sister walked by, let alone men.

But the male bodyguard only swept his eyes over her briefly, not paying any attention at all.

His mind was occupied.

Or rather, something more urgent and pressing filled his mind, overwhelming his male instincts.

"But he could also be gay," she mocked.

Zong Ye said: "But when I walked by, the woman looked at me, the man didn't."

Jian Jing belatedly lifted her head and glanced at him.

He obligingly bent down, pretending to reach for the ice bucket.

She understood.

It was reasonable and convincing.

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