Her pale fingers pressed against the keyboard, as if she wanted to vent all the anger in her heart.
But the more she deleted the messages, the more something felt off.
It wasn’t until she noticed two tall figures reflected on the polished floor that Han Xiangya suddenly snapped back to reality, slowly raising her eyes in disbelief.
Weren’t these the two who had been at the psychological counseling office this morning?
She steadied herself against her leg, slowly rising to her feet, and removed her sunglasses, exposing a pair of bloodshot eyes to the air. Her tone was provocative. “Ha~ So you’re police officers.”
Shen Yan met her gaze directly. “Seems like you’re not too pleased?”
Han Xiangya turned around, gazing out the window, slowly approaching the sofa area. “You solved the case faster than I expected. But the truth you want—I will never tell!”
Shen Yan noticed something off and signaled Jiang Shisan with a look, stalling for time. “But there’s a lot about Xie Aixian that you don’t know. Don’t you want to find out?”
A sinister smile tugged at the corner of her eye as she said flatly, “What secrets could she possibly have that I don’t know about? She’s dead. Whatever should be buried, let it stay buried.”
“Do you think it can stay buried? Did Xie Aixian’s death have anything to do with you or not?” Shen Yan pressed forward relentlessly, giving her no breathing room.
Because he understood people like her—if given a moment to think, their next move was often unpredictable.
Han Xiangya knew too that these police officers only wanted the truth, and she refused to give them that satisfaction. With a burst of laughter, she dashed toward the window, swung her legs over the sill, ready to end it all with one leap.
Jiang Shisan had already run around from the other side and grabbed her wrist. Han Xiangya dangled mid-air, the wind howling past, stinging her cheeks, blowing her headscarf off into the distance. Her long hair scattered, blurring her vision.
The wind was too strong, scattering her thoughts.
She glanced down at the ground far below. Many passersby were pointing and gesturing, their words of comfort carried up by the wind:
‘What hurdle in life can’t be overcome? Don’t do something rash.’
‘Even if you’re in trouble, tell the police—they’ll help you.’
‘You’re still young. Life is just beginning.’
Voices rose one after another. Han Xiangya frowned, hesitating for a moment. But she had come with a purpose. Only if she died would the secret never be discovered.
Shen Yan and Jiang Shisan each held one of her wrists, trying to pull her back up.
“Don’t waste your effort. My mind is made up. I only want to die.”
Shen Yan’s brow twitched as he said calmly, “The police will not allow any citizen to die without cause. Only by living can you atone for Xie Aixian!”
With a combined effort, they pulled Han Xiangya back through the window into the room.
She collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath, as if proving to herself that she was still alive.
Shen Yan pulled out a pair of silver “bracelets” and cuffed her hands.
Jiang Shisan pressed down on her arm. As they stepped out the door, Wen Xin and Shu Shuangyue were waiting at the entrance.
Wen Xin glanced at Han Xiangya, then walked over to Shen Yan. “Officer Shen, are you alright? Regarding this woman, I have information to provide. Please take me to the station as well?”
Wen Xin’s expression was serious and earnest, not at all like she was joking.
“Alright, let’s go.”
Shu Shuangyue followed behind, a thousand horses stampeding through her mind. It had only been a few days, and they’d already been to the police station how many times? Even for an internet celebrity, this frequency was a bit too much.
Kyoto Quanxiu Branch.
Wen Xin was frustrated—the person interrogating her wasn’t Shen Yan.
Chen Chuan sat across from her, the two of them staring at each other for a long time.
After three minutes of eye contact, he reached three conclusions:
Wen Xin might have feelings for Captain Shen.
Wen Xin came to the police station with a purpose.
Wen Xin’s matter must be related to Captain Shen.
In short, she definitely had a significant connection to Shen Yan.
Wen Xin raised an eyebrow, and Chen Chuan had no choice but to give up. He left the interrogation room and found Shen Yan, who was organizing case files. “Boss, Miss Wen wants to talk to you.”
Shen Yan didn’t even lift his head, continuing to sort through papers.
He raised his voice again. “Boss, Miss Wen said she misses you.”
Yes! Perfectly said!
If the two of them ever made it official, he, Chen Chuan, would absolutely be the ‘matchmaker’—he’d deserve a seat at the head table for drinks!
Just thinking about it felt wonderful.
Shen Yan’s hand, flipping through documents, paused for a moment. He closed the file and stood up, walking toward the interrogation room.
He sat across from Wen Xin, his legs too long, forced to bend them.
“Wen Xin, can you talk now?”
Finally seeing Shen Yan, a hint of aggrieved expression appeared on her face. She knew the entire criminal investigation team had been working overtime on this case, so she didn’t dare waste time and cut straight to the point. “On the night Xie Aixian fell from the building, when you held up the summons warrant at me—at that moment, I also smelled a fragrance. It was the scent on Han Xiangya.”
“Today in the garage, when we went upstairs, even though she was wearing sunglasses, her smile was too terrifying. I think she’s definitely connected to Xie Aixian’s death.”
Shen Yan nodded, his pen not pausing. In the room, aside from the sound of their heartbeats, there was only the rustling of pen on paper.
“I’ve said everything I needed to say.”
He lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch and said calmly, “Mm, take your time on the way back.”
Wen Xin was provoked. That’s it?
She took a deep breath, leaned forward, the corners of her eyes tilting slightly upward, her voice trailing up at the end. “The thing you promised me at the cafeteria last time—did you forget?”
Shen Yan was silent for a moment.
Then he heard Wen Xin press further. “Or were you so focused on me at the time that you didn’t hear what I said?”
In over a decade of police work, this was the first time someone kept chasing after him asking questions left and right.
Little did she know, the tips of his ears were slightly red.
Wen Xin desperately wanted an answer. If Shen Yan said he hadn’t heard, wouldn’t that mean he had some feelings for her?
That day in the cafeteria, he truly hadn’t heard what Wen Xin had said.
Shen Yan replied, “I forgot. I’ve been busy lately.”
Fortunately, her mental fortitude was strong; otherwise, with Shen Yan’s personality, even ten Wen Xins would be defeated by him in an instant.
“Luckily, I didn’t forget. You said you’d set aside three days a week to come back to Yuehu Jing to see me.” She blinked, and her long legs under the table once again kicked Shen Yan’s shin.
That texture—absolutely superb!
Her brows were light and gentle, the corners of her mouth curving upward continuously. “Sorry, long legs.”
“Officer Shen, do you agree?”
Shen Yan’s gaze had nowhere to rest. He gathered the files on the table and, before leaving, left one sentence behind. “I’ll see.”
Leaving Wen Xin alone in the interrogation room, practically dancing with excitement—Shen Yan’s answer meant there was hope, right?
She couldn’t wait to share this news with her roommates.
Just then, Shu Shuangyue called.
[Xinxin, your meal ticket Yin Hao is back in the country. Gathering at Jinjiang Banquet tomorrow night.]
She pouted slightly and replied: [Okay.]