WWY Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The Husband-Chasing Plan – Ten Bottles of Beer!

Chapter 50: The Husband-Chasing Plan – Ten Bottles of Beer!

A wave of cultural relic popularization rapidly swept across the entire internet, with major bloggers franticallycèng – latching onto the trend, and the topic wasshuā píng – spammed like a New Year’s greeting.

Clicking on the news link, the evening news spent a full five minutes explaining these four cultural relics, also elaborating on their historical and social value.

“Amazing!” Shengbo Xia clicked his tongue, “A genuine work by Kai-zhi Gu, a Sui Dynasty Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue, a Ming Dynasty gilded something-something hairpin? Good heavens, that’s gotta be hundreds of thousands, right? And he just donated them like that?”

“Hundreds of thousands?” Tuxi Ling chuckled, “Even fakes would cost more than hundreds of thousands. The real thing wouldn’t go for less than tens of millions, for one item.”

Shengbo Xia sighed to the heavens: “I see, the rich play a different game than us!”

This hot search was still trending the next morning, lasting a full day and night. As expected, it became a topic of gossip before the case analysis meeting. Everyone in the criminal investigation team, without exception, praised this patriotic person, and like Shengbo Xia, marveled at how such a tycoon could donate items worth tens of millions so casually.

Today’s case analysis meeting was personally presided over by Chief Liu. The two teams summarized the information on the Zijinghua Villa robbery case, finalized the direction of the next investigation, and assigned tasks. After some mobilization, Tuxi Ling applied to Chief Liu before the meeting adjourned, wanting to visit Jiannan University again.

In any case, the social relationships of the deceased in the robbery case had basically no suspicious points, and there were enough people currently looking for Maohu Li’s acquaintances. Chief Liu told him to rest for a day and go wherever he wanted, which meant that he didn’t encourage him to continue investigating Professor Qiu’s death, but he didn’t object either.

This fully demonstrated his trust in this senior backbone, Tuxi Ling.

At the same time, Lan He struggled out of the warm covers with sleepy eyes.

The more he thought about it these past two days, the angrier he got: What’s the deal? Is he, Tuxi Ling, that hard to pursue?

The news that Juris brought yesterday put his mind at ease. He was determined to officially start implementing the husband-chasing plan today, and he wouldn’t give up until he achieved his goal!

But he didn’t expect to be defeated by getting out of bed on the first day.

The alarm was clearly set for seven o’clock, so how did it become eight-thirty after he closed his eyes again?

Not a big problem.

He got up and sent a WeChat message to Tuxi Ling while washing up.

[Lan He: /Morning]

[Ling Dumpling: Morning.]

[Lan He: Officer Ling, Jiu Ya is sick. He has a fever, diarrhea, and can’t get out of bed. But I need to go to the city center, and I’m worried about my personal safety. Can you escort me?]

[Lan He: You said before that I could apply for 24-hour witness protection, does that still count?]

[Ling Dumpling: What are you doing in the city?]

[Lan He: Buying something, it’s very important.]

[Ling Dumpling: Okay, I’ll send someone over now.]

[Lan He: Sending someone else isn’t good, right? I’m not familiar with them. Can’t Captain Ling come in person?]

[Ling Dumpling: I have something to do here.]

[Lan He: Don’t they have something to do?]

[Lan He: Officer Ling, leaders only need to control the overall situation. You need to learn to let go!]

[Ling Dumpling: What kind of leader am I? /Facepalm]

[Lan He: I need to leave before 9:30. People’s police are for the people. Please fulfill the little request of a taxpayer, thank you!]

[Ling Dumpling: Okay.]

[Lan He: /Cat head salute]

Tuxi Ling didn’t reply, and Lan He didn’t care. Anyway, he didn’t directly and sternly refuse, which meant that his so-called “something to do” definitely wasn’t something that only he could do.

Tuxi Ling was also helpless. He said he would send someone else, but everyone in the Second Team except for Shengbo Xia had been sent out to investigate the KTVs. Where could he find someone else? Anyway, buying something would only take time for a pick-up and drop-off, and wouldn’t delay serious business.

He told Shengbo Xia to go to Jiannan University first, and he drove to pick up the person himself.

When he arrived at the He family villa, Lan He was already dressed. When he got into the car, Tuxi Ling smelled the cologne emanating from him, which smelled very good.

Lan He leaned closer to him mischievously and said with a smile, “Thank you, Officer Ling!”

“You’re welcome.” Tuxi Ling started the car, and to avoid awkwardness on the way, he turned on the radio.

Coincidentally, the radio was reporting the news of the return of the four cultural relics.

Lan He’s eyebrows raised, and his eyes slightly turned to Tuxi Ling. He deliberately said, “Why is everyone reporting this? Isn’t it over?”

Tuxi Ling subconsciously retorted: “Philanthropic people overseas, with high awareness, doing good deeds without leaving a name. No amount of publicity is too much.”

Lan He’s heart bloomed with joy, but on the surface, he said disapprovingly: “It’s rare for Officer Ling to praise someone like this! What? Donating some antiques makes you high-class?”

Tuxi Ling felt that the fragrance of cologne was mixed with a sour smell, and said with a smile: “You can also donate. You don’t have to be anonymous, and the country will give you a certificate!”

“Tch!” Lan He pouted, “Forget it, I’m just a vulgar person, not that highly aware!”

Having learned how difficult he was to coax, Tuxi Ling didn’t want to provoke him again, so he turned down the radio: “Where do you want to go? What do you want to buy?”

“The stationery city.”

“Stationery?” Tuxi Ling was surprised, he really didn’t expect it to be such a trivial matter.

“The colors of my ballpoint pens aren’t complete, I’m going to restock!” Lan He said easily, “I don’t know what’s been going on recently, but I feel uncomfortable if I don’t paint for a day. Sorry to trouble you, Officer Ling!”

Tuxi Ling stared straight ahead, his heart speechless, and his coquettish voice was like bubbles in a pot, constantly fermenting in his heart.

He told himself not to over-interpret it, and changed the subject to ask, “Lan He, do you also think Professor Qiu committed suicide?”

Lan He was stunned: “Is this case still under investigation? I think it should be suicide, right? Wait, since you suspect that he didn’t commit suicide, then I’m also a suspect, right? There’s no need for us to discuss anything even more.”

Tuxi Ling paused, feeling that he was right.

He was really confused, but maybe he instinctively trusted him, believing that he had nothing to do with Professor Qiu’s death, so he subconsciously asked this question.

The car sped all the way to the stationery city in the city center. Lan He rushed to the stairwell excitedly, like a primary school student who couldn’t wait to start school.

Tuxi Ling gave way to a huge trolley, asking helplessly, “You need to run so far just to buy two pens? Don’t you have a convenience store in your villa district?”

Two pens? Oh ho?

Lan He narrowed his eyes, and began to accumulate bad intentions in his stomach.

The elevator arrived, and they first went to the third floor selling office supplies. Lan He bought five packs of A4 printing paper in one breath, letting Tuxi Ling carry them, which was very justified. Then, they went to the fourth floor selling pens to pick and choose among the merchants, circling at least ten times before selecting a satisfactory brand.

Tuxi Ling was originally very patient, but the thirty-odd pounds of printing paper became heavier and heavier, his arms gradually became sore, and the stationery city was stuffy and hot, and his forehead began to sweat.

Lan He pretended not to see it and said to the shop owner, “This, this, and this, four colors, one box each.”

The shop owner was dumbfounded: “One box each?”

The colored ballpoint pens were rarely used, and those who came to buy them only took a few of each color symbolically. Who would buy them like this?

He reminded: “There are five hundred pens in a box, are you thinking of a pack?”

Lan He said firmly: “One box, thank you!”

Tuxi Ling was speechless: “Can you use that many? This many pens are enough for our entire bureau to use for half a year! Are you opening a store?”

Lan He tilted his head and snorted proudly: “It’s an artist’s business, mind your own business!”

So, with the thirty pounds of printing paper plus the sixty-odd pounds of ballpoint pens, Tuxi Ling had to carry nearly a hundred pounds of things, following him non-stop, and continued to shop in the stationery city.

Lan He stopped in front of a magic prop shop, looking inside through the window, his shining eyes full of interest.

Tuxi Ling asked with a twist, “Lan He, do you want to buy something else?”

“Just looking around, I rarely come to this kind of place.” Lan He pointed to the beads that were rolling around in the plate without any external force, “Look, this is interesting!”

Tuxi Ling didn’t want to look, he was about to collapse.

“Why don’t you watch here for a while, and I’ll send the things back to the car and come back to find you?”

“Ah?” Lan He turned his head in surprise, took out a tissue and handed it to him, “Oh dear, Officer Ling, are you tired? I’m sorry, I thought a tough policeman like you would have no problem carrying a hundred or so pounds of things!”

Tuxi Ling: “…”

For a moment, he couldn’t tell whether this was praising or scolding him.

Carrying it for a while was no problem, but it had been almost two hours, with two big bags of things, lifting them up and putting them down, lifting them up again and putting them down, and always tripping over things while walking, who could stand it?

Lan He continued: “But that won’t work. What if someone is staring at me in the dark, waiting for this opportunity? Wouldn’t I be done for?”

He was right.

Tuxi Ling suggested: “Then you come down with me, and I’ll accompany you up again?”

Lan He was countered by him and didn’t insist on his own opinion anymore.

He must act naturally and smoothly, this is called long-term fishing.

“Ah, I was so busy playing that I forgot. Sorry, let’s go back!” He went over to take the bags from Tuxi Ling’s hand, “I’ll carry them!”

How could Tuxi Ling let him carry things?

He dodged back with the bags and smiled with relief: “No need, let’s go! Watch the road.”

Lan He really didn’t hold back at all, and swaggered down the stairs in front, like a handsome young master, completely treating Tuxi Ling behind him as a follower.

After putting the things in the car, Tuxi Ling’s arms were a little out of control. He sat in the driver’s seat and rested for a while, but his muscles were still twitching, it was simply too painful.

He wanted to ask Lan He if he could drive, but after thinking about it, he didn’t open his mouth. Lan He pretended not to notice his embarrassment and looked at his watch.

“Ah? It’s already past twelve o’clock? No wonder my stomach is so hungry!” He turned to Tuxi Ling, “I want to eat.”

Tuxi Ling originally wanted to go to Jiannan University in the afternoon, but now he thought it was okay to have a meal first, just to relax.

The wholesale city was in a chaotic mess, with vehicles of all sizes squeezed from the side of the road all the way into the yard, and the sound of horns was endless. A dirty porter passed in front of their car with a cigarette in his mouth, and a hole was leaking from the huge snakeskin bag behind him.

Tuxi Ling’s eyes followed him forward, noticing a few small fast food restaurants on both sides of the road. He felt that they couldn’t eat here either.

“Let’s eat somewhere else!” He rubbed his sore arms, intending to start the car.

Lan He’s hand was already on the car door, and he turned his head strangely: “Why change places?”

Tuxi Ling said half-jokingly: “This kind of place is not worthy of you.”

Lan He “poofed” and smiled: “Me? What kind of place do you think is worthy of me?”

Tuxi Ling saw the high-rise buildings a few streets away: “There’s a shopping mall over there, there are a few restaurants inside that are okay, I’ll treat you.”

He paused and added: “You were so generous in lending me money, I have to treat you to something good!”

“Good? What’s the standard for good?” Lan He’s eyes were bright, and he tilted his body to try to look at him from the front, “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll eat up a house of yours?”

In his vulture-like compelling gaze, Tuxi Ling’s eyes had nowhere to rest.

A meal to eat up a house? That really was poverty limiting his imagination.

He was a little cramped: “That…”

Lan He saw that he took it seriously and laughed so hard, he opened the door and stepped out of the car: “Officer Ling, when I was digging for food in the ruins, you were probably eating snacks and playing games, right?”

Tuxi Ling suddenly thought of him saying before that he was in the Middle East before he was ten years old, and he couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Lan He never picky about food, and didn’t care about the environment either. He only cared about whether the food suited his taste. He dragged Tuxi Ling to a local specialty restaurant that was fairly clean nearby, and went in to order a few dishes.

Tuxi Ling looked at the big plates on the next table and advised, “The portions are quite large, can you finish them?”

Lan He patted his chest: “I guarantee it!”

After speaking, he raised his hand and beckoned the waiter: “Ten bottles of beer!”