Long-distance marriages are hard to maintain;wages in Jinnan are high but the cost of living is low.
The air is warm and humid—what do you think?" Han Xiaomei said softly, “I agree.” "Why don't we have a full Chinese banquet abroad?Invite our families too, what do you say?" Yan Fan asked.
Han Xiaomei laughed.
"Why are you talking so much today?" But Yan Fan persisted: "Is it okay?Do you agree?" "Sure, sure…
You can arrange a full banquet if you want." "Then I have your agreement," Yan Fan said confidently.
"Okay, okay, agreed." Han Xiaomei suddenly added, “But no more splitting the tea cakes!Let them split into smaller pieces;I really don’t drink this stuff anymore!” Yan Fan laughed.
Neither of them spoke as they listened to each other’s breathing.
After a long moment, Yan Fan said: "Jiang Ting." "Hmm?" "Don't go back to Gongzhou;come here instead?" "…" "Take a position at the Police Academy, help with on-site investigations and errands.
Long-distance marriages are hard to maintain;Jinnan has high wages but low living costs, and the air is warm and humid—what do you think?" Han Xiaomei whispered, “Agreed.” "Do we have time for an overseas wedding?Invite our families too," Yan Fan suggested.
Han Xiaomei laughed.
"Why are you talking so much today?" But Yan Fan was persistent: "Is it okay?Do you agree?" "Sure, sure…
Whatever you want, just make a full banquet." "Then I have your agreement.
I’ll remember that," Yan Fan said.
"Okay, okay, agreed." Han Xiaomei suddenly remembered something and added quickly, “But no more splitting the tea cakes!Let them split into smaller pieces;I really don’t drink this stuff anymore!” Yan Fan laughed.
The turn signal clicked softly as Yan Fan drove.
He kept his eyes on the queue of cars heading towards the elevated highway.
Beyond that, the sky was gray and cloudy, with a cold wind blowing through the car.
"Where are you going?" Han Xiaomei asked.
"To a scene;it’s quite far from the city center.
I might not be back tonight," Yan Fan said.
"…" "I might have to work until tomorrow morning—pretty annoying." Yan Fan swallowed and continued, “Eat well, I’ll call you later tonight, okay?” Han Xiaomei nodded silently and said softly, “Okay.” The turn signal clicked.
Yan Fan hung up the phone, his smile still lingering in his eyes as he turned away.
Suddenly, everything outside the car seemed distant—the horns, the noise, the engine sounds.
In his side mirror, Yan Fan’s vague profile was visible.
After a long moment, he opened his car's Bluetooth contacts and dialed another number—"¿Hola, equipo Yan?"¿Hola?" "Old Qi," Yan Fan said somberly, “I’m on my way to Gongzhou.
Call me when I arrive;we’ll meet at the entrance of Ya Zhì Garden." · In Jinnan Detention Center.
The sound of iron cuffs echoed from a cold corridor.
Ma Xiang and several other officers of the Narcotics Brigade stepped forward eagerly, only to be stopped by the guards: "Um..." "We understand," Ma Xiang took out a cigarette and passed it over.
The guard looked at him helplessly.
The city bureau sent people here frequently, so seasoned officers visited the detention center multiple times each week for urgent interrogations.
They were familiar with the prison guards now.
But this situation was different;they weren’t supposed to be here according to regulations— The detention center reported that Qin Chuan had important information to provide and, after upper-level approval, would be transferred to the provincial bureau today.
Metal clashing grew louder as two officers led Qin Chuan out of a window at the end of the corridor.
"It’s Commander Qin..." "Commander Qin!" Qin Chuan didn’t expect anyone to come.
He was momentarily stunned but continued walking.
Ma Xiang met his gaze, his tongue feeling bitter.
But he forced himself not to let it show.
The other officers from the Narcotics Brigade also held back their heavy breaths, except for a police officer who had just been promoted by Qin Chuan recently and couldn’t resist.
Despite the guard’s protests, he stepped forward half a step: "Commander Qin, are you innocent?Speak up!" His words sparked another voice: "Yes Commander Qin, I don't believe you would do such things!" "You must be innocent, right?" "Tell us if it's true or not!" …Kuānɡ Chuán recogió su mirada y pasó entre los varios individuos que lo rodeaban.
No muy lejos, frente a la puerta de la comisaría, un autobús pintado con las letras en blanco sobre azul "Comisaría de Jin Ning" se detenía en el camino delante de los escalones.
Dos policías armados y dispuestos estaban esperando abajo, junto a la puerta trasera abierta.