Lu Zheng and Bai Ting’er played music together, Yu Mingxin sang loudly, Hu Caina pulled Shen Ying and Liu Qingyan to dance together, Hua Yixing clapped to the rhythm, and Lin Jing’er, caught up in the moment, painted the scene. Such leisurely, joyful days were truly something even an immortal wouldn’t trade for!
…
“I feel like I’m living a life like an immortal now,” Lin Wan said, lying in Lu Zheng’s arms. “But there aren’t many cases, so it’s quite idle every day.”
“Isn’t that good? Just syncing messages all day, so relaxing,” Lu Zheng said.
“But seeing other colleagues so busy and working so hard, I have abilities, so I feel a bit embarrassed,” Lin Wan said.
Lin Wan had now achieved success in martial arts, consumed Biluo fruit and jade essence pills, and drank stalactite reishi wine daily. Although she hadn’t yet cultivated a sense of qi, it was only a matter of time. However, since being transferred to the Interpol Operations Division, although she handled major cases, their number had drastically decreased, and most were just message syncing, rarely requiring actual intervention from the Operations Division. This turned Lin Wan into a nine-to-five office worker with plenty of time to practice martial arts and techniques.
But this idle Lin Wan couldn’t even manage to invite Huang Xiumin out for shopping. Why? Huang Xiumin was too busy. Seeing her former colleagues so busy, and knowing that the coast guard, border police, drug enforcement, and others were all swamped, Lin Wan, despite having abilities far beyond ordinary people, was the most idle. This made her feel a sense of guilt.
Of course, Lin Wan was also clear-headed. She owed everything to Lu Zheng, who clearly had many secrets. She couldn’t expose him, so she could only hold back. Showing combat abilities beyond normal was already her limit.
Lu Zheng felt the smoothness under his hand. “You’re overthinking it. The Interpol Operations Division is the best place for you. Though you don’t act often, every time is crucial.”
“Hm?”
“For example, that time in Japan, without you, even Haneda Masahiro couldn’t have been caught. And that time in Asia City, you got information on another deal with Sonny,” Lu Zheng said. “Important people are used in important situations. If you don’t act, fine, but when you do, it must be effective.”
Lin Wan pouted. “But those two times, if it weren’t for you, they would have failed.”
Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow. “That time in Japan, catching Haneda Masahiro had nothing to do with me. And in Asia City, are you sure you couldn’t have gotten Sonny’s info alone?”
Lin Wan paused, thinking. Even if she couldn’t save Puchawang, sneaking onto the yacht and recording the transaction info between Shadun and Sonny was still doable.
“Those two incidents, though the investigation into the mastermind in Japan went nowhere and Shadun died, his operations weren’t taken down. But that was because other countries’ Interpol branches dropped the ball. Your performance was stunning, something ordinary people couldn’t achieve,” Lu Zheng said, clapping his hands, causing a ripple, and grinning. “You’re underestimating yourself. I heard Interpol internally calls you the ‘Female Tyrannosaur’?”
Lin Wan was stunned. “Who said that!?”
Lu Zheng shrugged. “Last time I picked you up for dinner at your unit, I overheard your colleagues chatting. They looked at me with pity.”
Lin Wan was exasperated. Last time, after tearing a car door by hand, the city bureau nicknamed her ‘Lin the Mighty.’ This time, after disarming someone barehanded at a Japanese airport and taking on ten people, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police called her ‘Female Tyrannosaur.’ Couldn’t they just talk normally?
“Besides, being idle is good. It gives you time to travel. I thought our last trip to the Myanmar jungle was great. Didn’t you enjoy it?” Lu Zheng laughed. “You work at Interpol’s Haicheng Liaison Office, with access to all kinds of internal info: white merchants smuggling into China, gambling dens around China’s borders, companies kidnapping and extorting people abroad with telecom fraud…”
“It’s easy to get a 404 in China, and your police status makes it tricky to intervene. But abroad, there shouldn’t be any issues, right? National laws don’t apply overseas, do they?”
Lin Wan’s eyes lit up. “They don’t, of course they don’t!”
“So…”
“So, I’ll first spar with my colleagues at the liaison office!”
Lu Zheng: ?_??
“Heh! Female Tyrannosaur?” Lin Wan cracked her knuckles, making a creaking sound. “If that’s the case, let them feel the wrath of the Female Tyrannosaur!”
…
The next day, Lin Wan went to work refreshed and spirited. Lu Zheng traveled back to ancient times, donning a wolf-skin coat, a tiger-skin hat, and pig-skin boots, strolling out of the courtyard like a leisurely landlord.
As soon as he stepped out, a snowball flew toward his face. It was soft, not thrown hard, but the person throwing it was the key.
“Bang!”
Lu Zheng didn’t dodge, letting the snowball explode on his face, covering it. He wiped his face, sneered, grabbed a handful of snow, and charged at Liu Qingquan.
Liu Qingquan’s face paled, and she ran, shouting, “No! Brother-in-law! Don’t come near me!”
The next moment…
“Ah!!!”
The Liu family gate opened slightly, and Liu San peeked out, seeing Lu Zheng pressing a snowball against Liu Qingquan’s neck.
“So cold!”
Liu Qingquan shivered, shook off the snow, bent down to grab another handful, and stuffed it down Lu Zheng’s collar.
“Ow!!!”
Liu San grimaced, retreated, and closed the door.
…
That afternoon, because he bullied a kid, Lu Zheng was threatened into making another snow sculpture. So, he grabbed tools from home, went to the Liu family, piled the yard’s snow into a corner, and got to work.
When Old Man Liu and Liu Qingyan returned home that evening, they found three Liu Qingquans in the yard: one playing, one reading, and the real one admiring two snow sculptures of herself.
Du Yueyao, who followed them in, asked in surprise, “So beautiful! Big Brother Lu can do snow sculptures too?”
Liu Qingquan clapped and laughed, “Brother-in-law knows a lot!”
Madam Liu came out from the kitchen. “You’re all back. Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”
Another warm dinner followed.
…
That night, as Lu Zheng slept with Liu Qingyan in his arms, his eyelids twitched, and he instantly entered a dream.
“Lu Lang, Master Yuanjing is injured. The opponents are two ancient ghosts, trapped by me in the peach grove,” she said.
“I’ll be right there!” Lu Zheng said.
“No rush, Lu Lang. These ghosts have a so-called master, likely formidable. Master Yuanjing said to go to Baiyun Temple first and invite Master Mingzhang to come along.”
“Alright!” Lu Zheng agreed, instantly waking up.
Liu Qingyan woke too. “Lu Lang?”
“Brother Yuanjing is injured, in the peach blossom grove,” Lu Zheng said.
“I’ll go with you!”
“No, you go to Baiyun Temple first.”
