She was wearing a white sleeveless short dress today, paired with snow-white socks and black Mary Jane shoes, revealing a pair of long, slender legs.
In modern times, it was an ordinary outfit, but in the dull and drab 1960s, it made her stand out as an oddity.
Xu Cheng’an glanced at Wen Wan’s dazzlingly fair legs, quickly looked away, and then took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
He was tall, and although the coat couldn’t completely cover her legs, it at least covered her thighs.
Only a section of her slender calves remained exposed, but even that was eye-catching.
Wen Wan immediately felt much warmer. Unlike his cold demeanor, his clothes were warm when worn.
And the smell wasn’t unpleasant either. Wen Wan smiled sweetly. “Thank you, officer.”
Xu Cheng’an ignored her, and Wen Wan didn’t get annoyed—she simply followed him.
Wen Wan now knew where she was. She had just seen the sign for Yong’an Station.
It was her great-grandfather’s hometown—and also Lin Zhenzhen’s hometown.
She had come here once as a child with her grandfather, and it looked nothing like it does now.
Wen Wan was brought into the police station. The Wen family didn’t dare to enter and waited outside, craning their necks to peek inside.
Before long, they were chased away by Old Man Wu, who was guarding the entrance.
“What is this, a marketplace? Poking your heads in like that—this is all state confidential! If you don’t leave, I’ll have you locked up for a night!”
The police themselves wouldn’t dare say such things, but Old Man Wu would. As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to meet, but the little devils are hard to deal with.
Still, what he said wasn’t wrong.
If people kept peeking into the police compound like this, wouldn’t it turn into a marketplace?
Xu Cheng’an had to interrogate the spy and didn’t have time to deal with Wen Wan, who was still a suspect.
More importantly, they couldn’t be interrogated together.
He handed Wen Wan over to a female officer in the office.
Rooms in this era were very simple—two desks and a few chairs made up the office.
On the wall were slogans: “Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist.”
The female officer poured Wen Wan some hot water. Wen Wan smiled sweetly. “Thank you, pretty sister!”
Being sweet-tongued always worked, no matter the time—Wen Wan had known this since childhood.
The female officer didn’t know Wen Wan’s identity. The captain had only told her to keep an eye on the girl.
Still, it was the first time she had seen the captain bring a girl back to the station—and such a beautiful one at that.
No wonder all the introductions for potential matches had been rejected before—so he had been hiding such a pretty girl.
The coat she was wearing was probably his too.
“Little girl, how did you and our Captain Xu meet?”
With her quick wit, Wen Wan vividly described the thrilling scene at the station.
She also learned that the man who saved her was named Xu Cheng’an, temporarily transferred from higher authorities to the county bureau. He had a mysterious background, had only been here for half a year, and had already made numerous contributions.
Xu Cheng’an?
The name felt familiar to Wen Wan. She remembered that in the novel, a powerful figure in the military region also had the surname Xu.
The female lead had once helped that big shot by chance. Later, when her business expanded to the capital, he gave her many conveniences, helping her become the richest person in the future.
That big shot was very mysterious—each mention in the book was vague, and she couldn’t recall his full name for the moment.
After drinking the hot water, Wen Wan felt less cold. The female officer went off to organize documents, leaving Wen Wan alone in the room.
Wen Wan touched the jade pendant at her chest. It immediately responded—she hadn’t expected it to come along with her.
The pendant had been a gift from her grandmother on her twelfth birthday.
Her grandmother had said it was a family heirloom. At first, Wen Wan thought it was just a piece of fine warm jade.
Until one day, a mosquito bite on her neck bled, and the blood accidentally stained the pendant.
From that day on, the pendant resonated with her and even produced spiritual spring water every day.
The spring water not only enhanced beauty but also prolonged life.
Over the years, her skin had become better and better, and she had grown more beautiful.
Minor bumps and injuries healed quickly, and she rarely even caught a cold.
During the years of mask-wearing, neither she nor her family had gotten sick.
Most importantly, there was an invisible space inside the pendant with automatic storage and preservation functions.
Wen Wan secretly added a few drops of the spring water into the hot water. It tasted sweet and could also relieve fatigue.
When Xu Cheng’an came in, Wen Wan was wrapped in his coat, sleeping soundly.
People outside said she hadn’t moved at all—she had really treated the room like her designated “circle.”
She was quite carefree, being able to fall asleep in a place like this.
However, at times like this, one’s guard was lowest—perfect for interrogation.
The sooner he finished questioning, the sooner he could clear her of suspicion.
Xu Cheng’an tapped on the table a couple of times. Wen Wan didn’t respond at all.
He had to knock a few more times. The girl seemed annoyed, frowned, smacked her lips unhappily, and turned to the other side to continue sleeping.
It left Xu Cheng’an speechless.
This time, he knocked harder, right by her ear.
Wen Wan was in the middle of a sweet dream and got woken up.
She opened her eyes groggily, clearly not yet aware of where she was—let alone that she had transmigrated into a novel.
“You’re so noisy!” Wen Wan propped her chin on her hand and tilted her head at the man in front of her.
Because she had been sleeping face-down, there was a red mark on her face. Not only did it not affect her beauty, it made her fair skin look even more delicate.
She carried an unintentional charm—almost a kind of allure.
Xu Cheng’an’s usually stern expression softened slightly, the corners of his lips seeming to lift.
But work still had to be taken seriously.
“Wen Wan, sit properly when you speak!”
Startled by his suddenly cold tone, Wen Wan jolted.
She finally came back to her senses.
Facing such a big beauty like her, how could he still be so fierce?
Xu Cheng’an sat down across from her, his gaze sharp as if trying to see through her past and present.
“Name?”
“You already know my name—you called me just now,” Wen Wan said halfway, then caught his fierce look and quickly corrected herself. “Wen Wan. My name is Wen Wan. I just turned eighteen. I live in the steel factory residential compound. Unmarried.”
Seeing that Xu Cheng’an was about to take notes, Wen Wan wisely offered all the information she knew.
There was no benefit in offending this man. She still needed to rely on him tomorrow to escape the Wen family’s den.
Xu Cheng’an glanced at her indifferently. “Why did you appear at the train station today? And why did you initially say you didn’t recognize your parents?”
The look in her eyes when she first said she didn’t know them didn’t seem fake—even he had thought they were human traffickers, until she suddenly acknowledged them.
It was the first time Wen Wan had seen such a stern gaze—it felt as if it could see through her heart.
She didn’t dare lie.
She had packed her luggage to travel with friends, and in the blink of an eye, she ended up in this strange place. She felt incredibly wronged.
“I didn’t want to acknowledge them. I was afraid they’d drag me back. I wanted to go to Shanghai to seek refuge with my aunt. I only admitted it after seeing you officers—I felt safe then. Officer Xu, they treat me badly. Very badly.”