Model worker and his little darling

Upon hearing this, Hattori felt as if flames were raging behind him, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. "So, the reason he slapped me was to make me desperately seek danger, wasn't it?!"

Conan nodded. "Yes, he actually anticipated that Kasuya Yuhiro would bring a group of men. He said that he needed manpower to move a thousand golden gourds at once. However, before I fell into the trap, Inspector Otaki, who was lying in ambush there, protected me very well."

Hattori turned to look at Hirakiyo. "So you mean you knew all along too?"

Ping Qing smiled and nodded, feeling pleased with the performance.

"My brother Pingqing had already noticed that Officer Otaki and the others were following behind, and he watched helplessly as Officer Otaki covered my mouth."

Seeing Conan's displeased look, Ping Qing shrugged. "You two get so caught up in murder cases that you never look behind you, is that my fault?"

Hattori glared at Hirai and Conan, "Was I the only one who didn't know anything from beginning to end?"

"Yes!"

"That wretched fox father of mine, if he pulls this kind of plane again, I'm going to stick my fingers into his ears and give him a good scolding."

Hattori, looking furious, finally stopped after yelling for a long time.

Seeing this, Pingqing silently stopped recording.

Conan quietly nudged Heikichi, "Hey Heikichi-nii, can you send me a copy?" His good buddy had made such a bold promise, so of course he had to keep it safe.

Taira Kiyoshi readily agreed, and casually sent over the video of Hattori being 'beaten up' by Okita Souji.

Seeing Hattori defeated by someone who looked like him—which, in a way, meant he was defeated by himself—Conan was overjoyed.

Seeing their strange behavior, Hattori was also puzzled. "What are you two doing sneaking around like that?"

Ping Qing calmly put away her phone. "It's nothing."

Hattori still saw the video playing on Conan's phone. "Ahhh... Tairakiyo, you even recorded a video! Delete it now!"

Seeing Hattori's contorted face and exasperated expression, Taira no Kiyoshi smiled and said, "Impossible."

Hattori, sitting in the passenger seat, twisted his body to try and snatch Conan's phone, but Hirai pushed him back down.

"Be careful, don't disturb Officer Otaki while he's driving."

"Hirai, I challenge you."

"Great! Heiji-nii is so strong, he can definitely beat Heikichi-nii!" Conan chimed in, adding fuel to the fire.

Taira no Kiyoshi: ...

How did things escalate to the point of fighting? They then proceeded to give Conan, who was causing trouble, a good beating.

"I surrender."

After saying that, he deleted the video in front of Hattori. Anyway, there was a backup on the system, so deleting it wouldn't make a difference.

Hattori isn't like Kaito Kuroba, someone you can just punch directly.

Seeing Hirai's actions, Hattori was dumbfounded. Could this really be done? Conan's eyes widened as well; he thought the two were going to fight.

Ping Qing glanced at the two of them; he wasn't about to let them have their way.

The next day, led by Hattori and Kazuha, the group completed their trip to Osaka, which had been interrupted by the murder case.

It was already evening when I got back to Tokyo.

As soon as they entered the safe house, they saw Gin sitting on the sofa resting. Ping Qing grinned mischievously, walked over, and pinched Gin's nose.

Gin opened his eyes and looked at Heikichi, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He pulled Heikichi's hand and drew him into his arms, leaning against Heikichi's shoulder.

The hot breath tickled her neck, and Pingqing smiled.

Seeing this, Gin bit Hirakiyo's neck and then kissed him tenderly.

Heijiro wrapped his arms around Gin's neck, letting Gin do as he pleased.

Before long, several marks belonging to Gin appeared on Pingqing's neck.

Pingqing glared at Gin, who touched Pingqing's face, his eyes full of laughter.

"Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow?"

"I came back early after completing the mission."

If he comes back sooner, he can see his child sooner.

"How long have you been back?"

"Just arrived."

"Koto-chan~...Mmm~"

After a long while, their lips parted, and their faces flushed slightly.

The refrigerator was full of food, roses were blooming on the table, and there was a child in his arms who made him feel at ease.

With the arrival of the child, even this cold, safe house has gained warmth.

Sensing Gin's change, Taira rolled his eyes and prepared to leave. However, Gin carried him back to their room, where they began their own private time together.

After being thrown onto the bed, Hirai tried to roll away, but Gin grabbed his wrist tightly.

Looking at Pingqing, Gin raised an eyebrow. This guy's got some nerve.

He pressed his hand above his head, lowered his head and kissed the blue eyes that held his image, then moved downwards.

Gin's kiss, like the man himself, was domineering and brooked no refusal.

Taking advantage of Gin's loosening of his grip, Hirai hooked his foot around Gin, instantly reversing their positions.

Reaching out to touch Qin Jiu's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, Ping Qing smiled and said, "I'll do it today."

Gin didn't say anything, but his hand touched Hirakiyo's ticklish spot.

"Aaaaah... Gin, you bastard."

Seeing Pingqing glaring at him angrily, Gin leaned close to Pingqing's ear and said, "LuLu, I'll do it today." Then, his fingers moved quickly and undid their clothes.

Once again suppressed, Taira no Kiyoshi gave up the struggle.

Looking into Hirai's misty eyes, Gin hugged the person in his arms tighter.

Gin thoroughly enjoys this close connection with the child; it is his, and can only be his, whether in spirit or in person.

That night, Pingqing tossed and turned, sighing all the while!

However, he was quite satisfied with the massage Gin gave him, from head to toe.

Gin, having eaten his fill, was quite satisfied.

Heiji slept straight through to the afternoon of the next day.

Looking at the ceiling, Ping Qing rubbed his head. The feeling of weakness in his body and the bruises on his wrists reminded him of how intense the battle had been the night before.

Gin walked into the room and saw Hirai gritting his teeth. He reached out and pinched Hirai's cheek: "What are you thinking about?"

Ping Qing snorted, "I'm cursing you." His voice was a little hoarse.

Ignoring Heikichi's complaints, Gin carried him into the bathroom for a bath.

Thinking of last night's affair, Gin's eyes darkened. The taste was too wonderful, addictive, and he wanted to savor it again and again.

Seeing his own miserable state in the mirror, Ping Qing was filled with rage. With so many marks on his neck, how could he go out and face people? He turned his head and glared at Gin.

Looking at the child nestled in his arms, Gin kissed his cheek.

"Humph~"

Gin chuckled. This little rascal was really hard to please. He had to feed him and soothe him before he calmed down.