?Mobile reading Wu Yue Lounge, one of the upscale lounges in Plain City, renowned for its elegant ambiance and outstanding house-specialty cuisine. The interior design draws primarily from the Wu and Yue styles of the Warring States period, with some representative elements from later eras, achieving a grand yet graceful, refined yet delicate atmosphere. As an upscale lounge, the service is truly impeccable—both male and female servers are handsome and attractive, and it's said that the female hostess at the entrance was recruited directly from an airline, a genuine airline flight attendant. In a luxurious private room on the third floor, He Muqing, dressed in her airline uniform, looked at Shu Yajing, who was clearly reluctant, and said, "Just settle for being there to accompany that young man while he eats—our dishes are excellent, and you don’t have to pay for anything. Why don’t we switch rooms?" Shu Yajing quickly replied, "No, thank you—we’ll stay." "Just booking a meal with someone feels incredibly embarrassing—let alone dressing in uniform and trying to charm a man. I simply can't do it." He Muqing sighed, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean 'charming'? This is work—sacred undercover work. Do you understand?" "Yes, yes, I'll admit I was wrong," Shu, the elegant police officer, quickly apologized. What if she offended this leader who was only one year younger than her but held a rank three levels higher? Being asked to join her in pretending to be a flight attendant would be truly disastrous. "That's better," He Muqing said, giving her a glance. "Considering your cooperation, I'll allow you to leave at any time. Just make sure you have a solid reason—don't let anyone notice." Shu Yajing puffed out her chest confidently. "Don't worry,姐—I'm not new to field assignments." With the time now appropriate, He Muqing, revealing her toned midriff, gracefully swayed her well-defined posterior and exited, now officially serving as a special guest server. As she watched her retreating figure, Shu Yajing suddenly had a thought: Leader, won't you have lost both your wife and your troops? What if that young man is a lusty, impetuous type who manages to take you before your colleagues even arrive—how will you handle that? She almost called out to hold back He Muqing, but then realized that he might not appreciate her concern. After all, this leader was exceptionally self-assured and would never consider her arrangements to be flawed. Someone else would have already started gulping down water by now. No wonder it's a premium dining destination—visually pleasing, yet you find yourself unconsciously pulling out large sums of money without even realizing it. Upon entering the private dining room, Shu Yajing, dressed in casual attire, sat quietly with a slightly dreamy gaze. Indeed, this name—Shu Yajing—fits her perfectly. Qin Feng had actually thought on more than one occasion that she should be named Wu Yajing instead. You're such a beautiful woman, yet you've chosen such a dynamic career as a police officer, one driven by strong principles of justice—only to see those principles sometimes fall short, getting overly dramatic and insisting on things that aren't always quite right. What's the connection between you and the characters "Shu," "Yajing," and "Jing"? "Oh, sorry to keep you waiting, Miss," Qin Feng said with a bright smile, still a little awkward, offering a smile that was more on the surface than heartfelt. Shu Ya Jing, acting gracefully, said, "I just arrived as well. After all, the host should arrive early—otherwise, it would be impolite to have the guests arrive first." Since you're so courteous, I'll be less so; otherwise, we'd be being polite all the way through. Qin Feng sat down with a straightforward air, and, quite rustic, addressed the server: "Bring us whatever delicious dishes you have—don't worry about us finishing them! And don't be afraid that this beautiful lady won't be able to pay—let me tell you honestly, she's actually in a position of authority. You know what I mean?" The server immediately smiled, understanding, while her gaze toward Shu Ya Jing grew noticeably different. These days, who among the people would eat without spending money? Certainly not ordinary folks. Only those who don't spend their own money are truly generous. As a result, everyone who works hard to earn their living is left out—leaving only the officials, who are constantly busy juggling their responsibilities. Shu Yajing really wanted to shout out loud to the server: "I'm not a corrupt official—I'm a police officer who's always upright and honest!" But she was afraid people wouldn't believe her. Just moments ago, when she was going upstairs, she encountered several colleagues—including the bureau's director, political commissar, and a few senior officers from the headquarters. The server could name their surnames and titles on the spot, clearly indicating how well-versed they were in their personal details. After all, they were all police officers, and everyone knew exactly what kind of people they were. How could anyone believe her when she said she was honest and principled? A variety of dishes quickly filled the table, offering an array of mountain delicacies and sea treasures. Shu Yajing's eyes were nearly bulging with exhaustion—she knew without a doubt that this meal alone would cost her several tens of thousands of yuan. Even if she didn't personally pay, she felt deeply pained by the expense. Just then, Qin Feng, unusually impolite, added, "I can clearly see that the police officer has genuine intentions to apologize." Shu Yajing felt both helpless and exasperated, silently cursing: " Just a minute later, her phone rang. She picked it up: "This is Shu Yajing. What did you say? That serious, is it? Okay, I understand. I'll be there right away." Hanging up, she stood up and said: "I'm truly sorry, but outside of serious cases, I have to make a personal visit." "Let's go, let's go—work comes first! Oh, don't forget to settle the bill," Qin Feng said seriously. In fact, Shu Yajing had already prepared a solid excuse to keep him around, but he showed not the slightest intention of doing so—she felt as though she'd struck a blow into a pillow, completely unresisting. Meanwhile, Qin the Young Man was enthusiastically devouring a plate of stir-fried tender shoots, having just engaged in a fierce battle of wits with Mei, the CEO in the afternoon—clearly, he needed a good meal to recharge. Shu Yajing left the room with an indescribable sense of mixed emotions. She had been gone less than three minutes when a couple in their thirties came in, their hair slightly disheveled, and as soon as they smiled, powder cascaded down from their hair: "Hi, dear, we have a special service here—would you like to try it?" Shuyajing's careful approach had already made him more attentive. He feigned being out of his element: "What kind of special service is this? Isn't it you, Madame? If it is, then I must decline—my mother always advises me not to speak to people who are older than me." The wind-blown couple hurried to explain: "Of course not me! It's our lively student, fresh and energetic—she can accompany you for drinks and casual chat, which, admittedly, might not be very exciting. If you'd like, we can go further." Qin Feng thought this was indeed the real attraction, and to observe how they would unfold the scene, he brightened: "Then let's just see what happens!"