Wen Xin, “…”
Her intuition told her this was female jealousy.
Wasn’t having an angelic face and a pair of comic-book legs enough?
“But don’t men just like women’s faces and figures? Isn’t love at first sight always about appearance first? How could he fall in love with your soul at a single glance? That doesn’t exist.”
Perhaps these words struck a nerve in the ‘old woman’s’ defenses.
She clenched the object in her right hand, grinding her teeth in fury.
Wen Xin wasn’t afraid in the slightest. Instead, she smiled warmly, her tall and graceful figure exuding confidence in every curve. Under the bright moonlight, she looked like Aphrodite, the most beautiful goddess of ancient Greece—pure and captivating.
The ‘old woman’ gnashed her teeth in hatred, thinking that Wen Xin’s sharp tongue in the livestream must have been scripted. But after meeting her today, she realized she had truly underestimated her.
She retorted, “Of course, men who only look at faces and figures are hypocritical and vulgar!”
Wen Xin suddenly grew interested. She glanced at the call duration on her phone, guessing that Shen Yan should be arriving at the scene soon.
She spoke slowly, “You’re right, but isn’t having both of those advantages a woman’s fortune? Sister~”
She dragged out the last few syllables in a long, teasing tone.
The exposed ‘old woman’ was furious, glaring viciously at Wen Xin, too annoyed to waste more words with her.
She moved forward swiftly, thrusting the syringe in her hand toward Wen Xin’s arm.
Fortunately, Wen Xin was prepared and dodged the attack by shifting her body to the side.
The ‘old woman’ refused to give up. She regrouped, steadied the syringe, and charged at Wen Xin again, veins bulging on her forehead as if she were using all her strength.
Under the moonlight, the two women struggled. Just as the needle was about to pierce Wen Xin’s main artery—
The ‘old woman’s’ wrist was suddenly bent back by a masculine force, and in an instant, she was rewarded with a pair of silver bracelets.
She was thrown to the ground by the momentum. Taking advantage of the moonlight, she caught a glimpse of the man’s face—sharp, rugged features, dressed in a police uniform, strikingly handsome.
Shen Yan first glanced at Wen Xin with a slight frown, only to see her massaging her left wrist with her right hand, looking smug and pleased with herself, eagerly seeking praise. “Officer Shen, aren’t I amazing? I helped contribute to the police’s mission!”
Shen Yan had assumed Wen Xin would be at a loss in a situation like this, but it seemed her mental resilience was better than he had imagined.
He raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, without even realizing it himself. “Since you’re fine, let’s go to the station together to give a statement.”
Wen Xin pouted. Couldn’t he at least say a few words of praise?
At the police station.
After removing her makeup, the arrested ‘old woman’ turned out to be a young girl. She had simply applied too much dark foundation, leaving her face red and swollen from an allergic reaction.
She sat in the interrogation room, a look of resentment in her eyes.
Shen Yan, seated across from her, told her that Qin Lang had already been broken.
“He Yu, he’s confessed everything, including what happened between the two of you.”
She tried to hide her panic. “There’s nothing between Qin Lang and me.”
Shen Yan pressed on relentlessly. “Then what about what you did to Xie Aixian? Is Wen Xin going to become the next Xie Aixian?”
He Yu smiled. “Wen Xin won’t become the next Xie Aixian, because Xie Aixian wasn’t disfigured before she died, was she?”
At this moment, Jiang Shisan handed a lab report to Shen Yan. He scanned the text on it, and his grip on the report tightened. “You put paraquat in the syringe?”
A drug that could kill and disfigure.
So young, yet with such a venomous heart.
He Yu leaned back in her chair as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, “That’s right, just paraquat. I even tasted it when I was a kid~”
Shen Yan met her innocent gaze, his fists clenching unconsciously, his voice carrying a hint of sharpness. “So why did you treat Wen Xin this way?”
…
After she broke down, Shen Yan handed He Yu over to Jiang Shisan for further interrogation.
As for Qin Lang, he didn’t mention a single word about Xie Aixian’s death.
…
Wen Xin was in another interrogation room, explaining in meticulous detail the full sequence of events from start to finish. Chen Chuan was genuinely impressed by this viral internet celebrity—her logic was clear, and she remained unflinching in the face of danger. She was practically a model for today’s young people.
After getting the full picture, Chen Chuan somehow found himself drawn into Wen Xin’s questions about Shen Yan’s usual hobbies.
Fortunately, he had professional integrity and didn’t spill everything about Shen Yan.
Wen Xin was quite satisfied and even gave Chen Chuan an autograph.
The door to the interrogation room was opened by Shen Yan. Seeing this, Chen Chuan said goodbye to Wen Xin and, with tacit understanding, closed the door behind them.
“Officer Shen, is there anything else?”
“Come on, I’ll take you home.”
Wen Xin didn’t get up. A thin layer of mist gathered in her eyes, and she said with a hint of grievance, “I haven’t eaten yet. If I get any thinner, my 34C will turn into a 30A.”
With that, she lowered her gaze to stare at the area below her collarbone…
Shen Yan said helplessly, “Come on, I’ll take you to dinner.”
The two walked out of the interrogation room one after the other.
The members of the criminal investigation team timidly glanced at the scene before them—it looked a bit like an older brother taking his little sister home after she’d just finished an exam.
But on closer inspection, the two weren’t just well-matched in height—they were well-matched in looks too.
Still, Shen Yan was almost thirty. He wouldn’t be that desperate to rob the cradle.
Walking out of the criminal investigation building, Shen Yan brought her to the team’s cafeteria.
It wasn’t too late, and many colleagues who were working overtime were coming out from inside.
Wen Xin’s eyes lit up. Shen Yan really didn’t treat her as an outsider.
Two or three colleagues passed by, each respectfully greeting him with a “Captain Shen.”
And so, Wen Xin was like a monkey performing at the zoo, observed by a stream of gazes.
“Captain Shen, hello to the sister-in-law.”
Standing to his right and slightly behind, Wen Xin was so excited she almost responded.
But Shen Yan was quicker, explaining, “She’s my little sister.”
The officer who greeted them felt a bit embarrassed and scratched his head, quickly catching on. “Well, hello to the little sister too. When did Captain Shen get a little sister?”
Wen Xin gave Shen Yan a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and retorted, “A little sister with no blood relation.”
Hearing this, the officer understood immediately and left.
Shen Yan slowed his pace so that Wen Xin could walk alongside him.
“Officer Shen Yan, can you please stop telling people I’m your little sister from now on?” Wen Xin complained.
Once that label took root, how was she ever supposed to “turn the tables and sing a different tune”?
Shen Yan curved his lips slightly, tilting his head to look down at her. “Then what should I say?”
“Just say we’re friends.” Her rosy lips parted and closed, her long, fluttering lashes, her straight nose bridge, and her fair, creamy skin painted a beautiful picture like a spring day.
Realizing his impropriety, he immediately snapped back to his senses.
Suddenly, Wen Xin tilted her head up and asked, “Do you agree or not?”
Shen Yan had just been momentarily distracted and hadn’t caught the second half of what Wen Xin said, which was why he was now being asked whether he agreed or not.
He had no choice but to give a perfunctory reply, forcing a barely audible “Mm” from between his teeth.
Wen Xin beamed with joy. Now that Shen Yan had agreed, they would have more opportunities to spend time together in the future. She would need to prepare well.
The group of burly men in the cafeteria had never seen a girl by Shen Yan’s side before, and their gazes kept drifting toward Wen Xin from time to time.
While she was getting her food, Shen Yan slightly turned his body and cast a sharp glance at the crowd.
The police officers sitting at the tables eating all lowered their heads and focused on their meals.
Forget it—they’d get plenty of chances to see her in the future anyway.
Wen Xin looked back over her shoulder and blinked. “Officer Shen, what are you looking at?”