Miss Forensics – Chapter 77

Volume One: First Scroll

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Lin Yan placed the folded paper crane into a glass jar, closed the lid, took out a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, poured it into a stemmed glass, and slowly strolled back to the bedroom. The nightlight in the hallway cast a somewhat somber shadow across her entire face.

She closed the bedroom door, sat on the edge of the bed, and took a sip. She frowned slightly, then took out a box of medicine from the drawer, broke off two pills, and dropped them into the wine glass. She swirled it, and small bubbles appeared around the rim of the glass, quickly vanishing.

Only then did she pick it up and drink it all in one go. While waiting for the medicine to take effect, she leaned against the headboard and started scrolling through her phone.

The message inbox was completely empty.

Damn it, Song Yuhang! She just left, not even a single text message.

Maybe she went back to accompany that mother and daughter again. After all, they were the real family. What did that make her? No matter how close they were, she was ultimately just an outsider.

What’s more, her woman’s intuition told her that Song Yuhang’s evasiveness whenever she mentioned her sister-in-law meant there was definitely something more to it; it wasn’t just a simple in-law relationship like that.

Just because she didn’t mention it or ask about it didn’t mean she wasn’t aware of it in her heart.

She was being played for a fool.

The more Lin Yan thought about it, the worse she felt. She propped her forehead with her hand and let out a long sigh. The combined effects of alcohol and medicine made her feel a bit floaty. Her body was tired, but her mind was still very clear. In fact, the agitation from her bad mood even catalyzed the emergence of another kind of desire.

She urgently wanted an outlet, and like grasping at a lifeline, she grabbed her phone again. Scrolling through her contacts, the first call she made was to Song Yuhang.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable.”

Lin Yan twitched the corner of her lip, shook her head, and chuckled. She randomly scrolled to a phone number and dialed it.

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Early the next morning, Song Yuhang finally emerged from the interrogation room with dark circles under her eyes. She hastily washed her face, lay down on a bunk bed in the duty room still in her clothes, and started calling Lin Yan. Before the call could even connect, she had already fallen asleep.

It wasn’t until it was almost time for work, with people coming in and out of the duty room, that Song Yuhang suddenly woke up with a start. She took her rinsing cup to wash up, placing her phone on the washstand to make a call while brushing her teeth.

After a while, there was still no answer.

Song Yuhang frowned. What was she doing not answering her phone all night?

She glanced at her watch. Forget it, it’s Monday, she should be coming to work. If she doesn’t show up, I’ll find some time to go to her place later.

A colleague walked past her. “Captain Song, Old Zheng is going out to buy food. He asked what you want to eat?”

Song Yuhang picked up a towel to wipe her face. “I’ll go. I’ve been up most of the night anyway, so I could use some fresh air and stretch my legs.”

Everyone at the city bureau knew she was easygoing and didn’t put on airs even after her promotion. The colleague immediately smiled. “Alright, then. I’ll text Captain Song’s phone with how many portions we need in a bit.”

Song Yuhang smiled. “No problem. By the way, there’s a periodic work summary meeting at nine this morning. Director Feng will be there too. Make sure everyone is notified—Technical Investigation, Criminal Investigation, no one can be absent.”

“Yes, Captain!” The colleague saluted and turned to leave.

Song Yuhang picked up her wallet and phone and headed out.

After buying breakfast from a street vendor at the corner—a large bag of youtiao [Deep-fried dough stick], soy milk, baozi [Steamed buns], and jianbing¹—Song Yuhang turned around and saw Lin Yan getting out of a luxury sports coupe.

The man holding the car door for her was dressed in a sharp suit, in his early thirties, and looked very dapper.

Lin Yan was wearing a modified qipao². In the dead of winter, the slit of its hem reached the top of her thighs, tightly wrapping her curvaceous figure. A small piece of fur or leather was draped over her shoulders to shield her from the wind. Her brown curly hair cascaded softly over her shoulders. At a glance, she was the epitome of charm and allure.

Song Yuhang’s gaze was drawn to her. She watched helplessly as the man placed his hand on Lin Yan’s shoulder, then let it slide down to her arm while talking to her. And Lin Yan didn’t even refuse; she was even smiling and exchanging pleasantries with him.

She often made that gesture too.

Song Yuhang felt a nameless rage instantly surge to her head, and she ground her teeth resentfully.

She strode over menacingly, but the man had already driven away. Lin Yan was humming a tune, swinging her shoulder bag, and walking towards the bureau.

Song Yuhang caught up to her. “Where were you last night? Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

Lin Yan gave her a strange look. “Well, if it isn’t Captain Song? How did you end up doing an intern’s job? Phone? What phone? I didn’t hear anything.”

Song Yuhang took two quick steps to block her path. “Pretend. Go on, keep pretending. I left last night because—”

Lin Yan, annoyed at the mention of last night, shoved her aside with a sweep of her arm. “Scram! A good dog doesn’t block the way.”

A few passing colleagues snickered. Song Yuhang’s hands were full, and she couldn’t stop Lin Yan. Her face flushed red. She thrust the plastic bag into the hands of Duan Cheng, who was walking by, and chased after Lin Yan into the locker room.

Duan Cheng looked utterly bewildered. “Hey—whose is this? And whose is that?”

Before he could finish speaking, the two of them had already disappeared, entering the locker room one after the other.

Song Yuhang’s movements were a bit rushed, and the sound of the door closing was a little loud, causing the other policewomen in the locker room to glance over.

Lin Yan walked in nonchalantly and found her locker. Song Yuhang followed her, weaving past other colleagues, and said in a low voice, “Don’t be angry anymore. I really didn’t go back to find her last night…”

Lin Yan opened her locker, took off her earrings, placed them inside, and started unbuttoning her qipao. “This is a locker room. If you’re not changing, could you please leave?”

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for others to hear. As she spoke, she tilted her head back slightly, unfastening the button below her collarbone, revealing her elegant neck and jawline.

The others looked over with curious gazes.

Song Yuhang had no choice but to take a step back, find her own locker, and start changing into the formal attire required for the meeting.

As she changed, she secretly peeked at Lin Yan out of the corner of her eye. She saw Lin Yan take off the qipao, its long skirt falling to the floor, revealing her straight, slender legs.

She was facing away from her. Every move Lin Yan made seemed to possess an inexplicable allure.

Especially those butterfly bones³ that looked as if they were about to take flight, and the dimples on her lower back⁴ that dipped inwards, her waist so slender it seemed it wouldn’t even fill a grasp.

Lin Yan hooked her hair with her fingers, tied it up with a hair tie, revealing her slender nape.

Her skin was fair, and under the morning sunlight, it looked as if it were coated with a layer of glaze.

Song Yuhang watched, mesmerized.

Of course, Lin Yan knew she was watching. Her movements became even more deliberate and unhurried. She even adjusted her shoulder strap and turned her head slightly, revealing half of her beautiful profile.

Song Yuhang turned her head, leaned against her locker door, took a deep breath, and quickly finished dressing⁵.

She was almost ready when Lin Yan had just put on a light blue uniform shirt, buttoning it up one by one, then putting on her tie and straightening the knot. Just as she was about to tuck the hem of her shirt into her uniform skirt, her hands were pinned from behind.

Most people had left the locker room. Song Yuhang pressed against her and whispered in her ear, “Don’t be angry anymore. I was wrong. I only stopped you back then because the child was there, not because of her.”

Lin Yan gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “So, no matter what, you’re always right, huh? Hiding it from me for so long, playing me for a fool.”

“How would I dare?” Song Yuhang took a deep breath of the perfume fragrance from her neck, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her.

Unlike her own usual pantsuits, Lin Yan mostly chose summer-style skirts, which not only looked good but also gave Song Yuhang an opportunity.

“I just didn’t know how to tell you. After all, this matter is also beyond my comprehension.”

Song Yuhang said, tightening her embrace, “I originally wanted to resolve it quietly by myself, so you wouldn’t have to worry. Who knew…”

Lin Yan struggled a couple of times, pressing down on Song Yuhang’s increasingly bold hands, panting slightly. “Resolve? How do you resolve it? Your solution is to protect others and abandon me, is that it?”

“Of course not. I’ve already made it clear to her. She won’t pester me or you anymore, and I’ll make her apologize to you.”

Song Yuhang pressed against the skin of her neck. It felt soft, delicate, and very fragrant. Lin Yan’s makeup was exquisite today, her attire fashionable, and she had switched to a different perfume. Thinking about the man who had dropped her off in the morning, Song Yuhang felt increasingly jealous.

“You still haven’t told me where you were last night.”

Lin Yan let out a cold laugh. Unsteady on her feet, she was almost completely pressed against the locker by Song Yuhang’s weight.

“If apologies were useful, what would we need police for? She insulted me in front of so many people. This isn’t over.”

As Lin Yan spoke, she managed to turn around, looking at the face so close to hers. She reached out, pulled off Song Yuhang’s tie, and drew her closer, speaking near her lips.

“As for last night, what could I possibly be doing~” Lin Yan drawled, her breath fragrant like an orchid.

“It’s not like you’re the only one for me, Officer Song.”

“You…” Provoked by her, Song Yuhang’s anger flared. She tightened her grip on Lin Yan’s waist, pinning her against the locker, wanting to teach her a lesson⁶.

Lin Yan’s lips curved slightly, her smile inscrutable.

Song Yuhang froze for a moment. The next instant, a sharp pain shot through her foot.

Lin Yan’s high heel had stomped right on her toes.

Song Yuhang’s face turned pale then flushed⁷, and she bit her lip, too pained to speak.

Lin Yan shoved her away, straightened her clothes, snorted coldly, and strode towards the conference room.

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The person who was usually fashionably late was, surprisingly, seated early today. Conversely, Song Yuhang was the last to enter, taking a seat opposite her.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Feng Jianguo opened his documents. “Let’s begin.”

It was a periodic summary meeting, and the heads of various departments spoke in turn. When it was Lin Yan’s turn, she casually filed her nails.

“Nothing. Next.”

The room fell silent⁸.

“…” Feng Jianguo’s mustache twitched a few times with anger.

After Lin Yan finished filing her nails, she took out her phone and started playing a small game. Just as Director Feng looked like he was about to slam the table and erupt in anger, Song Yuhang took the microphone on the table and began to speak eloquently.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to her once more.

The twitching muscles on Director Feng’s face gradually relaxed, and he took a sip of tea to cool his temper.

Her voice was steady and measured⁹, her enunciation clear and resonant¹⁰, possessing a natural aura of authority without anger.

Song Yuhang was sitting right across from her, so Lin Yan could accurately capture her every expression, including the slight unnaturalness whenever Song Yuhang’s gaze swept past her face.

Unlike Lin Yan, who never wore a jacket with her uniform, Song Yuhang was impeccably dressed from head to toe. Her tie was neatly done, and the legendary discipline buckle¹¹ was fastened tightly. The four-pointed star insignia on her epaulets gleamed brightly in the sunlight.

She was so suited to be a leader, a veteran cadre¹² among veteran cadres. It was just that such a prim and proper person also had an exceptionally passionate side in private, especially in bed.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan couldn’t help but lower her head and let a small smile play on her lips.

Song Yuhang’s gaze flickered towards her, then quickly slid away. Who would have thought that in the next moment, she would misspeak and pause slightly.

Her mouth hung open, and she felt as if her breathing had stopped for a moment.

Lin Yan’s instep was currently tracing its way up her trouser leg, swaying back and forth slowly, her movements deliberate and unhurried.

She herself was leaning back in her chair, her face as expressionless as usual, casually playing with her phone. Who knew that under the table, she was doing the most outrageous thing.

And this was in the main conference room, with dozens of pairs of eyes watching, and Feng Jianguo sitting at the head of the table, right beside them.

This feeling—so secretive yet so stimulating, right under everyone’s noses—almost instantly gave Song Yuhang goosebumps all over.

She swallowed hard, her Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

Perhaps the pause had been a bit too long. Someone coughed lightly. Song Yuhang nonchalantly turned a page and smoothly continued, though only she knew about the thin layer of sweat that had formed in her palms.

But Lin Yan was still going, clearly having no intention of letting her off the hook.

Those toes were still venturing inwards, towards even deeper places.

Song Yuhang straightened her back and, under the pretext of lowering her head to drink water, tried to regulate her increasingly unsteady breathing.

Their gazes met. Lin Yan pressed her lips together and smiled, a meaningful smile, her amorous eyes shimmering with ripples.

She just wanted to seduce her, tempt her, make her lose her composure.

She might as well have had “fox spirit” carved on her forehead.

Song Yuhang forced herself to look away and started drinking water frequently.

And that restless foot became even more audacious.

Her foot was cool, but the friction against the fabric had generated some warmth, and along with it, something—she didn’t know if it was sweat or something else.

Song Yuhang felt damp and sticky all over. Despite the sub-zero winter temperature, a thin sheen of sweat had appeared on her forehead. She licked her lips nervously, reached up to loosen her tie, and unfastened the discipline buckle as well.

When the last word fell, thunderous applause erupted.

Song Yuhang let out a long breath. She had never felt a speech to be so long.

Lin Yan clapped for her sporadically, but her smile held a teasing glint.

Song Yuhang gritted her teeth in frustration. Finally, she could free her hands to deal with her. She saw Lin Yan’s hand drop below the table.

Lin Yan quickly withdrew her foot. The smooth skin slipped through her palm like a nimble fish, gone in an instant.

Song Yuhang felt a slight pang of regret for not being able to catch her.

When their eyes met, Lin Yan raised an eyebrow triumphantly. Song Yuhang, on the other hand, gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Well, well. Got the guts to tease and run. Truly worthy of being our Forensic Doctor Lin.

Because she was distracted, Song Yuhang barely registered the second half of the meeting, passing through it in a daze.

After the meeting, Lin Yan swaggered back to Technical Investigation, not even sparing her a glance.

Song Yuhang paced back and forth in her private office. Just then, someone came in with documents for her to sign.

She stopped the person. “Ask Forensic Doctor Lin from Technical Investigation to come over. I need to see her about something.”

Upon hearing the news, Lin Yan got up from her office chair, draped her white lab coat over the back, walked over to Duan Cheng’s workstation, and slammed his head down onto the desk.

Seeing his beloved magazine get soaked with a large patch of drool, Duan Cheng was on the verge of tears but couldn’t cry. “What… what is it, Lin-jie?”

“In five minutes, go knock on Song Yuhang’s office door, got it?”

Duan Cheng was completely bewildered. “Huh? Why?”

“Just knock when I tell you to.” Lin Yan tapped her fingertip lightly on his magazine twice.

“I’ll give you the latest issue after I come out.”

“Really?!” Duan Cheng’s face lit up with unexpected joy.

Lin Yan threw him a coquettish glance and gracefully walked away.

“When has your Lin-jie ever tricked you?”

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Lin Yan knocked lightly on the door twice.

“Come in.”

Song Yuhang reached out, yanked her inside, pinned her against the door panel, and locked the door with a backhand motion. The curtains in the room weren’t drawn, leaving the space dim.

Lin Yan watched her series of actions and knew Song Yuhang was about to settle scores with her.

She smiled roguishly, tilting her head up just enough to touch Song Yuhang’s jawline.

“Is there something you need, Captain Song?”

Song Yuhang looked down at her. “Stop pretending. You know why I called you here.”

Lin Yan hooked her arm around Song Yuhang’s neck, pushing her back step by step. “Abuse of power, harassment. I can sue you.”

Song Yuhang put her arm around Lin Yan’s waist. They tripped over the coffee table and both tumbled onto the sofa.

“Go ahead and sue. I’ll plead guilty.” She chuckled softly, pushing Lin Yan’s skirt up and bunching it around her waist.

“Worst case, I’ll continue after I get out.”

“Tsk, look at you. Are those words a police officer should be saying?” Lin Yan patted her face, her fingers sliding down Song Yuhang’s strong jawline, then tugged off her tie.

Song Yuhang smiled, letting her do as she pleased.

“As long as you’re not angry, anything is fine.”

“Is that so?” The soft tie brushed across Song Yuhang’s eyes, bringing a moment of darkness, then grazed her lips before finally coiling around her neck.

Lin Yan giggled charmingly. “So, Officer Song, tell me, would you prefer your hands tied, mouth covered, or blindfolded?”

Song Yuhang ripped off the tie that was tightening around her neck, clutched it in her hand, and, holding Lin Yan, flipped them over. She raised Lin Yan’s hands and pinned them above her head.

“Any of those are fine, but…”

She smiled meaningfully. “…they’ll be for you.”

Lin Yan also smiled, a hint of allure and triumph in the curve of her lips, as if everything was under her control.

Song Yuhang froze slightly. Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

She gritted her teeth. “You…”

Lin Yan untied the tie from one of her own wrists and lightly draped it back onto Song Yuhang’s neck.

She remained lying down, kissed Song Yuhang’s chin, her eyes like silk¹³.

“Officer Song, are you going to open the door or not? Everyone saw me come over just now. I don’t really care, I’m already infamous. It just depends on whether Officer Song is willing to throw away her bright future to fall with me.”

First, getting out of a strange man’s car early in the morning. Then, teasing her repeatedly, and when she finally took the bait, rejecting her ruthlessly.

Lin Yan was the one truly playing her for a fool¹⁴.

Song Yuhang ground her teeth, almost wanting to tear her apart and meld her into her very bones right then and there.

Lin Yan saw through her thoughts, sat up, pushed her down onto the sofa, and her fingers went to Song Yuhang’s buttons.

“Aiya, it’s okay. If you want to do it, just do it. Who cares where we are.”

The knocking outside the door grew more insistent.

Song Yuhang brushed her aside, straightened her clothes, and strode over to open the door. Lin Yan also sat up, her skirt already neatened.

As soon as Duan Cheng entered, he saw Song Yuhang’s face as black as the bottom of a pot¹⁵ and immediately sensed trouble. He nodded sheepishly.

“Looking… looking for Lin-jie.”

Lin Yan got up and walked out with him.

“Leaving now, Captain Song.”

She greeted her as usual, but Song Yuhang didn’t respond this time, closing the door with a cold face.

After they left, she fumbled for a pack of cigarettes on her desk, stuck one in her mouth, lit it, and took a harsh drag.

Damn it, played again.

Duan Cheng, who had walked out the door, still felt a chill down his spine.

“Captain… Captain Song… is really okay?”

Lin Yan slung an arm over his shoulder, making him stumble. “What could possibly be wrong? It’s just…”

Sexual frustration, that’s all.

“Don’t worry, the magazine will be on your desk tomorrow, guaranteed.”

Duan Cheng chuckled. “That’s great!”

After this little noontime episode, Song Yuhang didn’t see her again for the rest of the day.

Firstly, she herself was busy. Secondly, she was also holding in her frustration and felt Lin Yan needed some time to cool down.

When it was time to get off work in the evening, she hurried to Technical Investigation to find Lin Yan.

Fang Xin looked at her watch. “Left a while ago.”

“Do you know where she went?”

“I heard she was going to some bar to drink. Oh, let me think… what was it called… Green Island, that’s it!”

Fang Xin slapped her forehead, finally remembering Lin Yan’s casual mention.

After thanking her, Song Yuhang drove straight to the destination.

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A nightclub was different from a quiet bar. As soon as she entered, the music was deafening, and the multicolored lights were so dazzling she could barely open her eyes.

Song Yuhang navigated with difficulty through the dance floor, constantly having to dodge women who wanted to dance cheek-to-cheek with her.

“Strip! Strip! Strip!” At a booth to the side, a group was playing Ludo¹⁶, the atmosphere boisterous and lively¹⁷.

A table of colorfully dressed young men and women¹⁸. Lin Yan stood in the very center, watching the man opposite her lose a drinking dare and take off his jacket.

She raised an eyebrow and tossed the dice again. “Continue.”

This time, quite unfortunately, it landed on the fourth square. The corresponding task was: be blindfolded and have the opponent feed you a food item, then guess its name. Failure meant drinking three penalty shots.

Everyone at the table immediately started whistling.

The man undid his tie. “How about it, Miss Lin? Come on.”

Lin Yan plucked a grape from the table and popped it into her mouth. “Mmm, alright. But if I guess correctly, you have to drink.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” The man was hoping to steal a kiss¹⁹, so he hastily agreed to whatever she said.

Lin Yan let him tie the blindfold on her.

The man’s gaze fell on the fruit platter nearby. He looked around and picked the smallest blueberry.

The others burst into roaring laughter.

“Shh, shh, don’t talk!”

The man looked at her standing there blindfolded. Even with her eyes covered, her stunning beauty was undeniable, not to mention her angel’s face and devil’s body.

Almost mesmerized, he placed his hand on her shoulder, held the blueberry between his teeth, and prepared to use the act of feeding her to steal a kiss and smoothly win her over.

His calculations were quite good²⁰. A lecherous smile on his face, he slowly leaned towards her lips, closed his eyes slightly, and just as he was about to kiss her, someone grabbed him by the collar from behind and shoved him into the booth.

The glasses on the table toppled and shattered on the floor.

Lin Yan pulled off the blindfold and saw Song Yuhang standing in front of her, her back inexplicably exuding a cold, hard aura.

Song Yuhang’s entire aura was oppressively low.

But the man, oblivious to the danger²¹, scrambled up, grabbed a wine bottle, and smashed it towards her head.

Song Yuhang didn’t even dodge. She kicked the man, sending him flying out of the booth and crashing onto a table on the opposite side.

Someone screamed.

The bar’s security guards quickly surrounded them. Song Yuhang turned around, grabbed Lin Yan, and ran.

Lin Yan struggled. “Don’t pull me! Song Yuhang, f#ck! This old lady was having fun! What are you doing messing things up?!”

“If I hadn’t come, you were planning to kiss that old man, weren’t you?!” Song Yuhang half-dragged, half-pulled her, using so much force that she left a red mark on Lin Yan’s wrist. She pulled her straight out of the bar and locked her in the car.

She got into the driver’s seat and slammed her foot on the accelerator.

Lin Yan struggled in the back seat, unbuckled her seatbelt, and tried to push the car door open, but it had already been firmly locked.

She also roared, “What the hell do you want?!”

Soon, Lin Yan understood what she wanted to do.

Qingshan Villa.

This place was deserted; no one would suddenly come to disturb them.

Song Yuhang was clearly quite familiar with this place now.

She pushed Lin Yan inside, locked the door with a backhand motion. Lin Yan stumbled two steps and looked at her warily.

“You… you stay away.”

Song Yuhang took off her jacket, undid the top “discipline buckle” of her shirt, and advanced on her step by step.

“You want to find someone to sleep with, you want to have sex with someone. Why can’t that person be me? I can do it too, can’t I?”

Lin Yan swallowed. The alcohol hadn’t worn off yet, and her steps were a bit unsteady. Seeing Song Yuhang’s clearly gloomy expression, she backed away.

“What, scared now? Weren’t you having a lot of fun teasing me today?”

Lin Yan circled the sofa, avoiding her.

“Who said I’m scared? Did I tease you? I don’t remember.”

Song Yuhang chuckled. “Such a bad memory, Forensic Doctor Lin.”

She blocked her path, cornering her at the foot of the stairs.

“I’ll ask you one last time, where were you last night?”

Lin Yan craned her neck to look at her, forcing a dauntless expression.

“Wherever I go, do I need to report to you, Officer Song?”

Song Yuhang lowered her head and chuckled. “Very good.”

Those two words seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

The moment they landed, she moved!

Lin Yan, not to be outdone, sidestepped her grab and countered with a standard qinna²².

Having suffered repeatedly from Lin Yan’s Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Song Yuhang had learned her lesson. She feinted, luring Lin Yan to grab her right hand for a takedown, while her left hand, quick as lightning, grabbed Lin Yan’s waist the moment her hand touched Song Yuhang’s clothes, lifted her up, and executed an over-the-back throw.

Lin Yan felt her body lighten and thought, Oh no! But instead of the expected pain, she felt top-heavy and light-footed.

Greatly alarmed, she realized she had been hoisted onto someone’s shoulder.

She was light, and Song Yuhang carried her as if she were a sandbag, heading upstairs.

Lin Yan burst out cursing, “Song Yuhang, f#ck…”

“You shut the f#ck up!” Before she could finish, Song Yuhang’s long-accumulated anger retorted.

Song Yuhang elbowed open Lin Yan’s bedroom door, threw her onto the bed without even turning on the lights, and casually locked the door behind her.

Lin Yan was thrown into a daze. By the time she came to her senses and tried to move, there was a crisp click. A cool sensation on her wrist—she had been handcuffed to the headboard.

Lin Yan struggled, the handcuffs rattling loudly. Panting heavily, she yelled, “F#ck! Damn it! Let me go! This is illegal detention! I’m going to sue you!”

Watching Song Yuhang slowly lean down, an intangible fear finally gripped her heart tightly.

This situation, completely out of her control, made the usually fearless²³ Lin Yan somewhat panic-stricken.

Lin Yan gasped, shrinking away from her approach. “Don’t… don’t come closer… I… I’m calling the police…”

Song Yuhang almost laughed out loud. She pinched Lin Yan’s chin, forcing her to look up, and carefully studied her face, satisfied to see the unease on it and the shimmer of tears welling in her eyes.

The rest of her words were completely annihilated between their lips and teeth.

“I am the police. I’m here.”

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LP: Re-translated on June 04, 2025

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