I am a hitwoman. But my gentle and kind husband knows nothing about it. After all, he doesn't even dare to kill a chicken, and needs my help to open a can. Until I was executing a mission in the largest casino in L City, and met the legendary top hitman "Orbit". His eyes behind the mask were cold, and the Glock in his hand pointed straight at my forehead. But why, would Orbit be wearing the wedding ring I gave my husband around his neck?! 1 When I shot the target in the temple, I just happened to receive a text message from my husband, Julian. I neatly dragged the body aside, grabbed the rope fixed by the window, and jumped down. A black Aston Martin had been waiting downstairs for a long time. I took the wet wipe Lilith handed from the driver's seat and wiped my hands. Turning on my phone, I saw the photo Julian sent me wearing only an apron, the happiness in my heart was simply as big as his pectoral muscles. I softened my voice: "Hubby wait for me, worked a little late today, I'll be back right away." Lilith made an exaggerated vomiting sound. "Nightshade you are so disgusting! Didn't they say you Asian people are very reserved?" I smiled: "If you also had such a gentle husband who stays at home every day cooking and doing laundry for you, you would be like this too." Lilith gave me the middle finger from the front. "That's because he thinks you are a hardworking programmer!" I shrugged, not caring at all. Lilith is definitely jealous that I have a pampered husband at home. 2 My name is Rain Tang, codename Nightshade, a member of the international assassin organization "X". I got married a year ago, fell in love at first sight with my blind date Julian. In Country M, meeting a suitable person is not easy. But Julian satisfied all my fantasies about a lover. He is of mixed Asian and M Country descent, tall and handsome, and very gentle. He has soft black hair, a soft personality, and soft pectoral muscles... Maybe many people can't accept their partner being a househusband, but for me, it couldn't be more suitable. Ah, what could be happier than coming home after fighting and killing outside to see a table of delicious food made by my husband, and then burying my head in his pectoral muscles? Just like now. 3 Seeing me open the door, Julian naturally helped me take off my coat, then hugged me. "Wifey, you're finally back." "A light in the living room is broken, I'm so scared, but don't know how to fix it." I rubbed against his chest, then simply stood on the chair and changed the light bulb. For my hands that can assemble a Desert Eagle blindfolded in just 22 seconds, this is simply a piece of cake. But my weak husband looked at me with adoring eyes. "Wifey, you are so amazing." I kissed Julian. Actually, in my heart, Julian who can make such a big table of delicious food is equally amazing. I sat beside him eating, asking casually: "Hubby, what did you do at home today?" Julian paused, then smiled and answered me. "I watered the flowers at home today, and cleaned up the hygiene. Then prepared dinner for you." Look, this is my perfect little pampered husband. I couldn't help but get closer to Julian, holding his waist, whispering in his ear. "Hubby, finished eating, want to eat something else?" Julian readily carried me to the bed. But just as he started to unbutton my clothes, he suddenly froze. "Didn't you tell me the company worked overtime?? Overtime until someone stuffed a men's tie in your pocket?" I watched helplessly as Julian pulled out a crumpled tie from my pocket— The murder weapon I used to suffocate the target two hours ago. 4 Julian hugged me, tears falling like broken beads. "Where did I not do well, that made wifey want to find a lover?" "Is his cooking more delicious than mine? Is he better than me in bed?" "Is it because you think I always stay at home and don't go out to work? I have a lot of savings, I give them all to you." "Wifey... you can't abandon me..." Julian cried and heaved, my denials turned into broken gasps. I could only helplessly hug him tighter. Getting up the next day, I emphasized to Julian again and again, I really really only love him, absolutely didn't cheat. But I couldn't explain to him, where that tie came from. I can't tell Julian, his programmer wife who leaves early and returns late is actually a killer with countless blood on her hands!!! Julian, such a weak person, definitely can't accept it. He will be scared into wanting to divorce me! 5 To show loyalty to my husband, I didn't take any missions for a week, staying home with Julian every day. I bought Julian many bouquets, and various luxury goods, and gave him whatever he wanted in bed. But Julian was still depressed. Because he asked me for that tie, but I burned it directly. Baby, that was a murder weapon—! I myself wander in danger all year round, but I absolutely cannot accept my weak husband falling into any risk. Julian was even sadder. But while preparing sumptuous meals for me, he told me firmly: "It's not your fault." "Wifey, I believe you didn't cheat." "It's the people outside who are too bad, someone must be trying to seduce you, that's why they put the tie in your pocket so despicably." I had to accept the reason "someone wants to seduce me" to explain that tie. "Yes hubby, must be my damn programmer colleague. But I will absolutely not be seduced by him." "I hate that group of indifferent mechanical people, I only like gentle people like you, making me very protective." Julian's hand opening a can suddenly stopped. "Baby..." He handed me the knife and can, "I can't open it. Help me, okay?" I opened the can easily. Julian looked at me with adoration and admiration, his eyelashes drooping softly like small fans. I hugged him from behind. Although my head only reached his shoulder, I could feel his dependence on me. I comforted my beautiful husband lovingly: "If one day I really cheat, you can beat me up, and then divorce me." I heard the person in front of me say in his usual gentle tone: "No, I will kill him. We won't divorce." Such childish joking words. But clearly Julian doesn't even dare to kill a chicken at home. I couldn't help but feel softer in my heart, and felt guilty for hiding my killer identity from him. I'm afraid my weak husband who can't take care of himself, never dreamed that his wife has really killed many people.
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