“Hmm?” Brian Clark looked at Helen Grant’s... the top of Helen Grant’s head with a cautious and hopeful gaze. Helen Grant lowered his head to look at the wig, so he couldn’t see his eyes!

“I imagine a peaceful life in black and white,” Helen Grant said affectionately to the wig. “I have a feeling that if I miss you, I’ll lose my only chance to let life be filled with color.”

Whether it was laughter or tenderness, Helen Grant had to admit one thing: he was utterly charmed by Brian Clark’s cuteness.

The moment he saw Brian Clark outside the SUV window, Helen Grant saw endless vitality and energy in him. At that moment, he knew that if he missed this person, his life would truly be nothing but a stagnant, still pool.

So Helen Grant quietly noted down the license plate number, planning to politely and seriously turn down his blind date, and then use the license plate to find those lively eyes.

But life is full of drama—just a few minutes later, he saw that even more vibrant color in the private room where the blind date was arranged.

“Are you saying you want to seriously date me?” Brian Clark half-squatted, tilting his face up, insisting on meeting Helen Grant’s eyes.

Helen Grant: “……”

He lifted his head and, with all his willpower, looked straight at Brian Clark. “Yes. I don’t want our relationship to start out of helplessness, so I need to explain the reason for the blind date first, and then ask for your permission to pursue you.”

As he spoke, Helen Grant gently placed the wig on Brian Clark’s head, finally revealing a knowing smile.

That moment was frozen in Brian Clark’s heart, becoming one of the most cherished memories of his love life.

It also became a nightmare for Eric Webb and the others.

Four years. A full four years. Every time there was a new development or trouble in his relationship, Brian Clark would recount this story all over again.

This time, Helen Grant lost his job, and their relationship hit rock bottom. Brian Clark couldn’t help but say, “You guys don’t know how good he is to me.”

Actually, they did. You’ve said it hundreds of times. Eric Webb and a few of the other guys exchanged glances, then quietly listened as Brian Clark described Helen Grant’s righteous gaze outside the SUV window, his patience and thoughtfulness while waiting for Brian Clark to change clothes in the private room, and the gentle smile as he reached out to put the wig on him...

In the end, Brian Clark concluded, “He must be really upset this time. What should I do to help him?”

Eric Webb wiped his face and was about to answer when suddenly a strange voice interrupted, “He’s probably still worried about the family’s financial situation. Your monthly salary really is too low.”

“Yeah, I—” Brian Clark’s expression instantly turned cold. “Who are you?”

Only then did Eric Webb and the others notice a man dressed in an extremely flashy, flamboyant way, standing among them like a peacock. They had no idea when he’d appeared.

“Me?” The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of charming eyes. He pulled an ID card from his pocket. “I came to get a residence certificate. As soon as I walked in, I heard you talking about your lover being cold to you.”

“You need to get the residence certificate at the community office across the street,” Brian Clark said seriously.

“Isn’t this the community office?” the peacock man asked in confusion.

“This is the subdistrict emergency temporary office. We only help out when the community office and the local police station are too busy. The official seal is at the community office across the street. Go there to get it.” Brian Clark’s reply was very official.

“I see. Sorry to bother you, then.” Before leaving, the peacock man even winked at Brian Clark. “You need to make more money to help ease your lover’s financial stress.”

“Mm, thank you for the advice.” Brian Clark stood up to see the peacock man out.

As soon as the peacock man left, Brian Clark immediately said, “Check the surveillance—see when he came in.”

Eric Webb pulled up the surveillance footage and saw that the peacock man had stood outside the door for about three minutes. During that time, Brian Clark had been talking about his love life and recent marital troubles, without mentioning anything about abilities.

They were well-trained and always careful in their speech and actions. Even if they had to mention missions or abilities, they would use code words and never say anything directly.

“You two, take the account records to the community office,” Brian Clark instructed two of the guys. “Keep an eye on that man.”

“Is there a problem?” Eric Webb asked.

“He stood outside the door for three minutes and none of us noticed. Do you think he’s just an ordinary person?” Brian Clark said seriously. “You come with me to the police station to check all his records.”

The moment the peacock man took out his ID, Brian Clark had already memorized his ID number.

Everyone split up. On the way to the police station, Brian Clark and Eric Webb were silent. Eric Webb thought, their boss might be unreliable in love, but his skills on the job were top-notch.

Just before reaching the police station, Brian Clark suddenly said, “All these years, Helen Grant has been supporting me. I’ve secretly saved up all my allowances and bonuses—about three or four million in savings. What if I tell Helen Grant I won the lottery?”

Eric Webb: “……”

He twitched his lips and said, “I don’t think Helen Grant is as... easy to fool as you think.”

“Oh, then I’ll have to come up with another plan.” Brian Clark sighed.

Author’s note: Helen Grant: As infinite stream challengers, we’ve received professional training. No matter how funny something is, we won’t laugh. Unless we just can’t help it!

Chapter 4