It was evening. The warm lights radiating off the decorations hung around the Peace Mansion filled the atmosphere with joy. 

The bride was currently conversing with her three pregnant bridesmaids. They felt each other’s bellies, exchanging thoughts and muses about pregnancy. The groom was cast aside by the lot, no one bothering to include him into their conversation. 

Xia Lei paced outside the door back and forth, stopping once in a while to stare at nowhere. He was anxious. This was the hour that he was supposed to consummate his marriage with Fan Fan, but the bride hadn’t done so much as look at him in the eye. 

There was no other reason for that. This Xia Lei was fake. The real Xia Lei was currently on a stakeout in Li Youdun’s office over at the Thunder Horse Organization headquarters. 

Now that the collaborative operation between the FA Organization and the Hattori clan had failed, the CIA informant base was definitely going to contact him soon. Xia Lei was waiting for the fated emergence of the messenger dove. 

One hour had passed and there was still no sign of the dove. Despite that, Xia Lei had not felt nervous nor had...