?Reading on phone Shu didn't show the slightest sign of letting Qin Feng off the hook—she treated him as if he were the real culprit. E-book, 80 "Did I make a mistake while helping?" Qin, the young magnate, looked visibly displeased, glaring directly at Shu, the police officer. Shu huffed, "I didn't say you made a mistake. Writing a report after the incident is just standard procedure—didn't your supervisor, He, tell you that? It's common sense, brother!" In Qin Feng's mind, since he'd arrived, he'd watched the whole scene unfold—from the moment he subdued the suspect—so why did he need to go back and write a report himself? What extra effort was that? Mei Hui and Fang Fang had gotten off the vehicle long ago and were proud to see their male counterparts shine so impressively. "Shu Officer, how about we go have dinner together?" the beautiful CEO extended her invitation, completely unaware of the tension between the two. Fang Fang added, "Yes, once the suspect is taken into custody, your job is done." Today, my dad has prepared a lot of delicious food. Let's have dinner together—to celebrate your two of you successfully capturing the suspect." Shu Ya Jing's expression remained firm. "I still have to go to work. How can you two be so relaxed? Now, whoever you are, don't dawdle—hurry up and come with me to file the report. Otherwise, you won't be eating dinner tonight." Qin Feng realized that the policewoman had settled into a steady pace with him, and honestly, he couldn't keep up. He turned to the two women, puzzled, and said, "You two go ahead and drive back. Have dinner on the way while you wait for me. I'm going to visit the police officer and learn what it really means to have common sense!" Fifteen minutes later, Shu Ya Jing, still carrying her proud demeanor, arrived at the San Street Police Station, accompanied by Qin Da Zhao, who also held his head high. The suspect was brought back as well. Due to his unconscious state, he was temporarily placed in a nearby lounge and assigned a dedicated guard. Qin Feng was immediately escorted into the interrogation room—something that made him quite unhappy. After all, isn't he the hero? Shu Ya Jing took the folder, sat down by herself, and hummed, asking, "Name." "...” "Place of origin, age?" "...” "Answer the questions!" Shu Ya Jing slammed the folder onto the table. Under the weight of Qin Feng's commanding presence, Shu Yajing involuntarily stepped back two paces, and Qin Feng quickly closed the distance. One kept retreating while the other steadily pressed forward, until Shu Yajing's back pressed against the wall, with no further escape. Qin Feng did not pause; instead, he advanced, pressing his chest against her delicate shoulder and gazing down at her with an air of authority, his eyes fixed on her growing agitation. "What do you want? Qin Feng? I'm warning you—this is the police bureau!" Shu Yajing spoke, her voice trembling. She had assumed she could calm him down, after all, this was her own domain. Qin Feng might be a senior officer from the Ministry of National Defense, but what was so extraordinary about that? Shu Yajing wasn't He Muqing. She had long held reservations about Qin's many actions. When He Muqing was still there, she had only had to comply. Once He Muqing had gone, she felt it was time to stand up—her own sister, her own sister, finally rising to the occasion! Whoever thinks Qin Feng is being rude—after all, he's just helped arrest a suspect. Compared to the mistakes you've made in the past, that's nothing but a drop in the bucket. What's the big deal? In fact, Shu is envious, even resentful. She's always dreamed of joining He Muqing's secret organization. She believes, with her strong sense of justice and her clean, upright character, she's perfectly qualified. Yet here it is—Qin Feng, a killer by training, gets in, and only after persistent requests does he finally agree. Someone like him can join, and yet she's left out. How come? In the city of Plain, you're a dragon only if you bow to my will, you're a tiger only if you lie down at my feet. You must find an opportunity to take me down! It's precisely because of this mindset that she doesn't appreciate Qin Feng's generous help—on the contrary, she ends up treating him coldly, even turning the tables on him. To her surprise, Qin, the younger brother, was even more temperamental than she was—tolerating hardly any slight, effortlessly dominating her in both demeanor and presence. "Hmph! What's wrong with the police station? I haven't been here once!" Qin firmly pressed his hands against her waist, which was still twisting, and said with fierce determination, "You brought me here. You deliberately threatened a good person. This is pure self-defense!" Every time he heard the phrase "self-defense," she knew it would be a problem. Qin felt it was necessary to make Shu Yajing remember this lesson—just as he had done last time when he had beaten He Muqing senseless on the training field—so that she might never dare to bother him again. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and he could clearly feel the softness radiating from her chest. Their standing posture was especially intimate, and without realizing it, his initial intention to give her a good scolding had transformed into a playful teasing. Wait—what was truly strange was that just as he had begun to think this way, when had his hands slipped into her clothes? It was truly magical! Even more magical, two nimble hands had already traced up the alert officer’s silk-smooth skin, one advancing steadily toward the peak, the other already locating the fastening point. Shuyajing suddenly realized both fronts were about to collapse, and cried out, “Qin Feng—dare you—help! Ah…!” What could she use to seal her mouth while maintaining her actions? Of course, her own mouth. Qin Feng immediately pressed his lips against her delicate mouth, swiftly unlatching her pearly teeth and capturing the small, fluttering tongue inside—just as startled as her owner—then lavishly kissed it. Shuyajing’s arms flailed, her fists raining down on Qin’s back like a cascade of drops. It was just like a gentle tickle—yet, as a cultivator, Brother Qin found this method utterly ineffective. The fastening was successfully undone, the bra pushed aside, and the mountain on the left immediately fell into his grasp. The hand that had just released the fastener swiftly moved forward, securing the next peak. The supple, fluid sensation completely captivated Qin, who, with his two powerful hands, continuously compressed and reshaped the mountains. Both front and back lines collapsed; Shu, the policewoman, felt her mind burst open, leaving one side of her consciousness blank. Her arms, once vigorously waving, had stopped moving at some point, now simply resting limply on his shoulders. Hee-hee! See how you dare to bring me back to the police station again!