Top edge chapter 48
My real name
“No,” he said.
Before Shen Siwei could think it through, Klet made the decision for him.
Malken instinctively looked at Shen Siwei.
“The decision is up to me,” Shen Siwei said.
“There’s no discussion,” Klet replied. “We’ll find another way.”
At that moment, Klet wasn’t childish at all. He was downright domineering.
Shen Siwei sighed helplessly and asked Malken, “What’s the chance of death?”
Malken replied, “Fifty-fifty.”
That was indeed quite dangerous.
But compared to being controlled, Shen Siwei would rather take the risk.
“I still want to remove the chip,” he said to Klet. “I don’t want to be under Moran’s control anymore.”
“We can think of another solution,” Klet furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice. “Do you know how dangerous a fifty percent chance of death is?”
“Even if it were a ninety percent chance of death, I wouldn’t want something like that in my head,” Shen Siwei’s tone also became serious.
He knew Klet was worried about him, but this was his own matter to deal with. Why did klet have to make the decision for him?
“It’s better like this,” Klet said. “You don’t have a location tracker on you, so he has no idea where you are.”
“That’s because he hasn’t grown suspicious,” Shen Siwei frowned. “Once he realizes something’s wrong, he can force me into sleep anytime.”
“I told you,” Klet’s tone grew more impatient. “We can think of another solution.”
Shen Siwei didn’t like this feeling.
Not being able to make decisions for himself, how was that any different from being controlled?
“Or…” Malken weakly interjected, “Should I discuss it with my mentor again?”
“As long as there’s a risk, we can’t proceed with the surgery.”
After saying this, Klet left the living room without looking back.
Shen Siwei sat on the sofa with a dark face, wanting to take back his thoughts from earlier.
Childish men were really not cute at all.
“Ah,” Malken sighed and said to Shen Siwei, “Negotiator.”
Shen Siwei looked at Malken expressionlessly.
“The boss really can’t afford to lose you again,” Malken said. “He spent twenty years searching for a person, only to find out that person was already dead. Later, when he finally had you by his side, you were taken away.”
Shen Siwei pursed his lips, still without a reaction, but his expression softened slightly.
“He has a bad temper and is impatient with many things, but I’ve only seen him being gentle with you,” Malken said, clicking his tongue as if he didn’t know how to describe it, and continued, “Anyway, don’t look at him as a grumpy guy. He actually loves deeply. You’re everything to him.”
Shen Siwei’s expression was completely relaxed because he suddenly remembered the message book he saw on the ice field.
When Klet wrote about feeling helpless. Perhaps, in his heart, he still blamed himself deeply.
“The person he spent twenty years searching for,” for some reason, Shen Siwei felt a bit uncomfortable, “Was that the person he liked? He was young back then, right?”
“Oh, no, no,” Malken quickly waved his hand. “That person was his idol, someone who saved him before. Although his ideal type has always been based on his idol, you have broken that pattern, which means you’re more important to him.”
It might not necessarily be that he’s more important.
Shen Siwei thought to himself, maybe it’s just because his idol was no longer in this world.
Realizing he was comparing himself to someone else, Shen Siwei quickly stopped and stood up, saying to Malken, “Understood.”
Coming up from the basement and finding Klet, he was smoking outside the barbershop.
When he saw Shen Siwei approaching, he didn’t react much, just glanced at him lightly, then continued to stare absentmindedly across the street.
Shen Siwei took the cigarette from Klet’s hand, threw it on the ground and extinguished it, and with lowered eyes, he said, “Take me for a walk.”
Klet’s hand that was holding the cigarette remained suspended in mid-air. “Where to?”
Shen Siwei said, “To the place where you last saw me five years ago.”
Klet exhaled and brushed away his restlessness, saying, “Okay.”
It was late afternoon, and the setting sun hung lazily in the sky.
klet brought Shen Siwei to a rooftop where amongst rubble, only a small area on the edge of the rooftop remained untouched.
“Do you come here often?” Shen Siwei sat down at the edge of the rooftop.
The place was so clean; it could only mean that klet had been there before.
“Occasionally,” klet squatted beside Shen Siwei and looked at the distant sunset. “Do you have any memories of this place?”
Shen Siwei shook his head.
Both of them quietly looked ahead, unsure of what to say.
Shen Siwei could tell that klet was also thinking about the surgery and couldn’t fully admire the sunset before them.
They had to discuss the matter; he decided to speak up, “You asked me if there was something I wanted to do if I could break free from Moran’s control.”
klet shifted his gaze, turning to look at Shen Siwei.
“Well…” Shen Siwei paused and met Klet’s gaze. “I want to accompany you on a Ferris wheel ride.”
klet’s deep eyes widened for a moment, and then he furrowed his brow slightly. “But I don’t want to lose you.”
“Hmm,” Shen Siwei said, “I know.”
Upon careful consideration, it was different after all.
With klet, he couldn’t make decisions on his own, not because of being controlled by him, but because he cared about klet’s feelings.
If it weren’t for Malken’s words, Shen Siwei might not have realized for a long time that klet would be saddened if anything happened to him.
If the surgery didn’t go well and Shen Siwei didn’t wake up in the end, klet would undoubtedly be consumed by endless self-blame, and Shen Siwei didn’t want that.
Adolf had asked him if there was anyone important to him.
At that time, Shen Siwei always felt like he had forgotten someone, but now he was certain that person was klet at least that was what his intuition told him.
So, yes, he compromised.
He couldn’t be so selfish and act solely on his own desires.
He knew klet had feelings for him, and he cared about klet as well, so he couldn’t only consider himself.
klet moved his lips and asked, “About the surgery…”
Shen Siwei said, “There’s still some time, let’s think about it more.”
At that point, klet suddenly stood up, came behind Shen Siwei, and sat with his legs apart, embracing him.
“Do you still think I’m immature?” klet’s low voice came from behind his ear, making Shen Siwei’s ears tickle.
He pulled his neck back, leaning against klet’s embrace, and replied with a counter-question, “Will it change anything if I do?”
klet slightly lowered his chin, looking at the person in his arms. “Hmm?”
“Whether you are mature or not,” Shen Siwei said, “it won’t change me wanting to accompany you on a Ferris wheel ride.”
klet raised the corners of his mouth, chuckled softly, and held Shen Siwei even tighter.
The warm and sturdy chest behind him was comfortable.
Shen Siwei adjusted his sitting position, resting his head on the nape of klet’s neck, lazily watching the sunset. “The sun is setting.”
Streetlights on both sides of the street had already lit up, and the refugees gradually came out to move around. The sounds of their lively conversations drifted from below, while the two of them sat on the dim rooftop, as if they were in a different world from the people below.
“Should we go back?” klet asked.
Shen Siwei didn’t answer and slowly removed his oxygen mask. Without needing to clarify, klet had already understood his intention.
Their lips met in unspoken agreement, filled with tenderness and affection.
Shen Siwei pulled up his legs that were hanging outside the rooftop and nestled in klet’s embrace, his hands holding onto his neck.
However, at some point, the tenderness was gradually devoured by passion, and the affectionate kisses became more aggressive.
Shen Siwei suddenly found it hard to breathe and wanted to push klet away, but his movements only made klet hold onto him tighter.
“Mmm… klet…” Shen Siwei suddenly realized that he couldn’t kiss klet anymore in the future because kissing required removing the mask, and once the mask was removed, he would be at the mercy of others.
Fortunately, at that moment, klet’s communicator rang.
Finally willing to let go of Shen Siwei, Klet impatiently pressed the speaker button. “What is it?”
“My mentor has proposed another plan,” Malken’s voice sounded, “Instead of removing the chip, we can try blocking the chip’s signal. Do you want to give it a try?”
The two glanced at each other, and Klet asked, “Is it dangerous?”
“Anytime you open the skull, there will be some risk,” Malken said, “But this plan has a smaller risk. There’s about a ten percent chance that the negotiator may not wake up.”
Klet fell silent, and judging by his expression, he probably didn’t want to take that risk too.
“I think we can do it,” Shen Siwei said, “What do you think?”
Compared to before, the risk had already been significantly reduced, making it a compromise.
Klet still didn’t respond. Just when Shen Siwei had lost hope, he suddenly spoke up, “Let’s do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“You’ve made a compromise, and now it’s my turn.”
Although he said that, Klet tightly held onto Shen Siwei, clearly reluctant to let go.
Shen Siwei chuckled and reached out to pinch Klet’s cheek. “You’re still cute.”
Klet hung up the communicator and looked at Shen Siwei’s lips. “Shall we continue?”
Shen Siwei raised an eyebrow.
He pretended to lift his chin, but when Klet came closer, he put on his mask and leaped down from the rooftop. “Let’s go back and prepare for the surgery.”
Old Ghost was too old to perform the surgery herself, so Malken took the lead in the operating room. However, dozens of cameras were added to the studio so that Old Ghost could provide real-time guidance.
“Klet,” Old Ghost’s holographic projection appeared, and she said, “You better keep track of my water usage for the next three years.”
“We’ll talk about it after the surgery is successful,” Klet said.
Shen Siwei lay on the surgical chair, listening to their conversation.
“How do you feel?” Malken slowly injected anesthesia into Shen Siwei’s scalp.
“Fine,” Shen Siwei said.
They first anesthetized the scalp area so that when Shen Siwei would be under general anesthesia, his skin wouldn’t regain its elasticity uncontrollably, making it impossible to perform the operation.
After a while, Malken pressed the anesthetized area and asked, “Can you feel anything?”
“No,” Shen Siwei said.
“Okay,” Malken took a deep breath, “Now comes the crucial part.”
He picked up the anesthesia mask and covered Shen Siwei’s mouth and nose, then turned to the projected image of Old Ghost. “Mentor, please watch over me. This is my first time performing such a major surgery. If it succeeds, I’ll have to change my title from ‘Magic Hand’ to ‘Magic Master.’ As for my fees…”
Klet stood on the sidelines, impatiently interrupting Malken. “Stop the nonsense.”
“Cough, cough,” Malken raised the surgical knife and took another deep breath. “I’m nervous. If I make any mistakes, Big Brother, please don’t blame me. The risk of this surgery itself is quite high.”
Klet furrowed his brow, clearly expressing his desire to punch someone.
“Alright, i’ll stop talking,” Malken said,
The oxygen was replaced with anesthetic gas, and Shen Siwei quickly felt his consciousness becoming blurred.
A great unease surged in his heart, and in that instant, Shen Siwei suddenly became afraid. What if the surgery failed?
If he couldn’t wake up, wouldn’t this be the last time he saw Klet?
With this in mind, Shen Siwei resisted the drowsiness and called out in a low voice, “Klet.”
“What’s wrong?” Klet immediately asked, his expression tense.
“There’s something I forgot to tell you. Actually, my name … My real name is Shen Siwei…”
Finally uttering those words, Shen Siwei closed his eyes with a sense of relief.
He didn’t see that after he finished speaking, Klet went crazy and rushed forward, grabbing Malken by the collar, demanding him to stop the surgery.
I just want to point out something regarding Shen Siwei’s name ..back in chapter 5 when klet took him to the macho man hotel to test his identity the name that came up was ivan not Shen siwei but ever since klet and malken referred to him as negotiator because that was his mission