You Mingxu sat in the office, flipping through the newly added case files from the past few days, feeling nothing but a chill in her heart. When a detective's mind was troubled, they'd crave a smoke. She had just pulled out a cigarette when someone snatched it away.
Yin Feng, dressed in a black suit and silver-gray shirt without a tie—the outfit she had picked for him that morning—leaned against the desk. Disapprovingly, he tossed the cigarette into the trash bin. "A Xu, your injuries haven't fully healed. How can you smoke?"
"Hey, hey—" You Mingxu tried to salvage it but was too late. She glared at him with regret—it was a Blue Furongwang, freshly given to her by Lao Tan.
A piece of chewing gum was handed to her. You Mingxu eyed it with disdain and ignored it, but Yin Feng stuffed it into her mouth anyway, his fingers brushing against her lips. Feeling awkward, she glanced at her colleagues around them. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice.
Unexpectedly, the brat bent down, resting his hand on the back of her chair, and said, "A Xu, how about quitting smoking?"
You Mingxu rolled her eyes at him.
Then, she cracked a smile and whispered, "You've only been with me for a few days, and you already want to control me?"
Yin Feng's heart warmed. He leaned in and quickly kissed her cheek. You Mingxu's eyes widened in shock, her expression turning stern—this was the office, after all. But he said, "From now on, every time you smoke, I'll kiss you. No matter where we are, no matter who's around."
You Mingxu gritted her teeth, too frustrated to retort, and could only let out a cold snort before turning back to the case files. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his eyes filled with laughter. The key was, he had dressed according to her preferences today and looked incredibly handsome. Suddenly, she found herself less angry.
But then she thought, Wait a minute. I thought when we got together, I'd be the one calling the shots, summoning him at will and dismissing him as I pleased. But these past few days, because of my injuries, he's had the upper hand even in bed. Now he's playing mind games with me, controlling this and that, not even letting me smoke.
Heh... You Mingxu sneered inwardly. Her injuries were almost healed. It was time to remind You Yingjun who was really in charge in this relationship.
Just then, Han Feng walked into the office and said to them, "You can go see Deng Yao now."
After several days apart, Deng Yao seemed unchanged—still the same silent, hulking figure. Only now, he wore prison garb, handcuffs and shackles, his face gloomy. He looked up and, upon seeing You Mingxu, his expression turned complicated.
You Mingxu pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning back slowly, lifting her chin with a hint of arrogance.
Deng Yao sensed her contempt and felt a surge of anger. He raised his bull-like eyes and stared at her. But the woman remained unfazed, her gaze icy cold, carrying an indescribable trace of amusement. Suddenly, Deng Yao recalled that night—how she had ferociously beaten him in the end. He had never been beaten so brutally or painfully before. A sliver of fear crept into his heart. That fear was identical to the terror he felt hiding in the butcher shop, watching police cars speed past through the door crack, and the anxiety he experienced during his first crime.
Beside her, two other pairs of eyes were fixed on Deng Yao. He noticed a very handsome man who exuded an elite aura—the kind he could never compare to, even as a child. The man's gaze was cold, filled with undisguised hatred and anger.
At that moment, Deng Yao felt his own powerlessness and insignificance. Furious yet helpless, his neck flushed red as he lowered his head.
"Have you confessed everything?" You Mingxu asked.
Deng Yao: "Yeah."But then he heard her sneer, "I don't think so."
Deng Yao remained silent, slowly raising his head only to meet the woman's gaze, sharp as a blade, piercing straight through him.
"I heard that no matter what, you refuse to admit there's another accomplice?" You Mingxu said.
Deng Yao stammered, unable to respond. He then heard her continue with a cold laugh, "He certainly put on a good show, trying to extricate himself and wash his hands of the matter. But a single oversight is enough—the more meticulous his preparations, the easier it is for flaws to emerge. And the biggest flaw, isn't it right there in your courtyard? Do I need to remind you?"
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