Marriage

After lunch, Sun Dingyi wanted to play cards, but Ren Yi didn’t join him; instead, he went back to his dorm to take a nap. Even when sleeping, he couldn’t settle down, so he pulled out his phone and scrolled to a picture he had secretly taken of Gong Yingxian, grinning foolishly to himself for […]

When they got home, Ren Yi was wide awake, brimming with energy. He couldn’t contain his excitement and said, “You go take a shower first, I’ll cook some instant noodles for you.” “Alright.” Gong Yingxian skillfully hung his suit and tie on the clothes rack as if he had done it countless times before. Ren

Ren Yi made an impatient gesture. “We’ve been at this all day. Look at the time. Yingxian, I don’t think we should waste any more time here. We’ve still got several more households to question tomorrow.” Gong Yingxian exchanged a knowing glance with Ren Yi and nodded. “You’re right.” He closed his notebook. “Mrs. Bai,

Ren Yi originally thought that being a firefighter was tough enough—barely any vacations, on call 24 hours a day. But after spending some time with Gong Yingxian, he realized that police work, especially for detectives, was no better. Most of the time, firefighters stay at the station, with actual emergency calls being relatively rare. On

Ren Yi discreetly pinched his arm and turned around. “Huh?” “Isn’t this why you called me up here?” Gong Yingxian crossed his arms over his chest. “How are you going to shower alone?” “Uh, I…” Ren Yi imagined the scene and knew there was no way he wouldn’t have inappropriate thoughts. But the idea of

Ren Yi returned to the mall, noticing everyone was looking for Gao Ge. He asked, “Are you sure there’s no one in the equipment room?” “No one, we’ve all checked.” “Who was the last to see him?” Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Sun Dingyi said anxiously, “Maybe… it was us.” “What about his

Ren Yi followed Gong Yingxian into the room. It was a spacious area filled with bookshelves and large tables, each covered with various objects that looked like pieces of evidence. The walls were lined with photos, clippings, and documents. On a small, intricately designed table covered with white velvet, there was only a single picture

Gong Yingxian squinted his eyes, staring blankly at him for, seemingly unaware of what was happening at the moment. Ren Yi’s face felt like it was burning up, his heart racing uncontrollably, and his body heating up. Gong Yingxian’s disheveled, sweat-soaked bangs, those eyes clouded with drunkenness, and those full, crimson lips contrasted sharply with

Ren Yi placed the prepared dishes on the table one by one and even opened a bottle of red wine. Gong Yingxian sat in his chair, arms crossed, staring at the food that was completely different from his usual eating habits, unsure of how to react. Ren Yi sat across from Gong Yingxian. “There’s nothing

Ren Yi poured a glass of water for Gong Yingxian and then quietly sat beside him. The two were still in the interrogation room. Gong Yingxian sat in the chair, remaining silent for a long time. The disposable cup in his hand looked small, making his hands appear exceptionally large. Yet, Ren Yi could clearly