Chapter Fourteen: The Awakening of the Policewoman

At this moment, Man Yunyun's hands were still busy, while Ye Feng wore an awkward expression.

"This isn't something I can explain in a few words. Hold these for me," Ye Feng said, holding onto Man Yunyun's thigh with one hand, and carrying a black plastic bag and a white paper bag in the other.

Xia Ling took the bags from him and casually closed the door behind her.

"She'll sleep with you tonight. I'll put her in your room for now," Ye Feng said, heading toward the master bedroom.

"No way!" Xia Ling refused immediately. She wasn't used to sharing a bed with someone else.

"Well, I can't sleep with her, can I?"

"You brought her back for exactly that reason, didn't you? Stop pretending," Xia Ling shot him a glare.

"It's not what you think. It's complicated—really. I don't even know where to start," Ye Feng protested, unsure how to explain. "I guess it all began when I went out to buy you some underwear..."

Ye Feng was about to launch into his story when he suddenly felt an icy glare.

"Fine, someone drugged her. I brought her back after saving her."

"Is that complicated?" Xia Ling retorted.

"Actually, there’s more to it, but let's not get into it now. For now, just let her stay in your room," Ye Feng said, feeling the weight of Man Yunyun—she couldn’t be more than ninety pounds, but carrying her was still tiring.

"No!"

"There are only two bedrooms. You’re both women, isn’t that perfect? If I put her in my room, then where do I sleep?"

"The sofa!"

Ye Feng didn't argue further. He placed Man Yunyun in Xia Ling's room and covered her with a blanket, but in her current state, she couldn't bear to be covered. She seemed desperate to strip off all her clothes.

Ye Feng, out of options, left her to it.

"Come and treat my injuries! You’re late. I waited half the night," Xia Ling called from her bedroom, her tone calm, but to Ye Feng, it sounded oddly like a wife waiting for her husband to come home.

"Sorry!" Ye Feng replied, excitement in his voice as he followed her.

"Get a stool. You reek of alcohol—don’t dirty my bed!"

Ye Feng sheepishly fetched a stool. By the time he entered, Xia Ling was already sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed.

"Let’s begin," she said, closing her eyes and extending her fair hand.

This was the first time Xia Ling treated his injuries while fully awake. Seeing her calmly reach out to him, Ye Feng took a deep breath.

Without hesitation, he placed his large hand on her delicate one. The alcohol and the exertion of carrying Man Yunyun had left him hot and restless. The coolness that seeped from Xia Ling’s hand was like a breath of fresh air on a summer day, soothing and calming him.

Suddenly, Man Yunyun’s moans drifted in from the next room. The drug was at its peak, her voice even more sultry and her words indecent.

Ye Feng did his best to focus on the calming technique he’d learned, trying to steady his heart, but he was a young man in his prime. Even with his best efforts, the heat inside him was difficult to quell.

His hands clenched into fists, and he gripped Xia Ling’s small hand tightly.

"I bought you a phone. I have two SIM cards—I'll set one up for you tomorrow so we can keep in touch. And I bought another black-bone chicken; tomorrow I’ll make you soup again," Ye Feng said gently.

Perhaps it was Man Yunyun’s moans in the other room stirring Xia Ling’s hormones, or perhaps Ye Feng’s thoughtfulness moved her, but for once, Xia Ling didn’t object to Ye Feng holding her hand so tightly.

Both of them were breathing a little heavier.

Ye Feng closed his eyes, savoring the cool softness of her hand. He didn’t know how long it had been when Xia Ling’s icy voice cut through the silence: "Are you looking for death?"

Ye Feng opened his eyes to find Xia Ling glaring at him. He quickly released her hand, turning his fists back into open palms.

He noticed, though, that there seemed to be a faint ripple in Xia Ling’s gaze.

"Could it be my dashing good looks impressed her?" Ye Feng thought, grinning at her.

"When are you going to get rid of these disgusting things on you?" Xia Ling said, turning away.

Ye Feng looked down at his torn clothes—he hadn’t changed yet. "These are evidence. When she wakes up tomorrow, I need to confront her. Every bit of humiliation I endured, I’ll pay back. However many times she kissed me, I’ll kiss her back!"

"You’re really something," Xia Ling scoffed.

After treating Xia Ling’s injuries, Ye Feng was gently ushered out of the room. He had no choice but to sleep on the sofa. He shook his head in resignation—he had rescued two women, each now occupying a bedroom, while he was left with the sofa. In novels, rescuing beauties always leads to their undying gratitude. Why was his luck so miserable?

Man Yunyun had quieted down, likely asleep. Ye Feng went to the guest room to fetch a blanket.

The moment he opened the door, a scene of springtime temptation met his eyes.

Man Yunyun had already torn off her blouse. She wore only a black lace bra and a short skirt. That curvaceous figure could never be concealed by such scanty fabric.

"Must be at least a D, maybe even an E," Ye Feng thought, stealing a few more glances before gently covering her with the blanket and planning to take his leave.

Suddenly, Man Yunyun grabbed his arm and hugged it to her chest. The soft sensation traveled straight from his arm to his brain.

Ye Feng tried to pull away a few times, but the harder he tried, the tighter Man Yunyun clung to him. He was exhausted and finally gave in, covering her up again and, arm still trapped in her embrace, fell asleep at the edge of the bed.

At dawn, Xia Ling was already up, sitting on the sofa and playing with the phone Ye Feng had bought for her.

It was pink, had a large screen, and a high resolution—perfect for a girl. Though Xia Ling showed no expression, her eyes betrayed her delight.

"Ah! You pervert!" A furious shout erupted from the guest room.

Man Yunyun awoke with a pounding headache and a muddled mind. She couldn’t clearly recall the events of the previous night. As her vision cleared, she took in her surroundings. Her clothes had been removed, her brand-new stockings were riddled with holes, and there was a disheveled man sprawled beside her, her own hand resting on his chest. His face was smeared with lipstick marks. She hurriedly grabbed her clothes and dressed.

Slap! A crisp sound rang out as she slapped Ye Feng across the face.

Xia Ling heard the slap and shrugged, returning her attention to the phone. It even came pre-installed with "Happy Match"! She played with great enthusiasm, feeling a sense of accomplishment every time she cleared a level and heard the word "Unbelievable!"

Ye Feng had drunk quite a bit. The shout woke him, but he was still groggy until that slap snapped him fully awake.

"You bastard! What did you do to me?" Man Yunyun shouted, tears glimmering in her eyes. She was, after all, a woman; for her, such a thing felt like the sky was falling. Only now did she recognize that the man before her was the same Ye Feng from the other night.

"Officer Beauty, I haven’t even mentioned what you did to me, and you’re already hitting me," Ye Feng protested, showing her the scratches on his body. "Look, these are from you. The lipstick is from you kissing me. And my shirt—I bought it three years ago, and you tore it to shreds. You were way too violent. I’m the real victim here! I didn’t do anything to you. It was all you!"

"Shameless! Why would I kiss you, tear your clothes?" Man Yunyun refused to believe she could have done such things.

"Think carefully—what did you do last night?" Ye Feng picked up his phone and played a recording. The voices of Shen Yingjie and another man could be clearly heard.

"Oh? Why are you so sure I’ll be able to sleep with her tonight?"
"I just slipped an aphrodisiac into her drink. Once it kicks in, she’s yours..."

"Shen Yingjie? Officer Guo? You bastards!" Man Yunyun clenched her fists, fury in her eyes as she listened.

"Last night, I brought you back, and you have no idea how wild you were. Good thing I have self-control!"

Man Yunyun fell silent.

"Sigh, if I hadn’t been eating in the restaurant next door last night, you’d probably be lying in their presidential suite right now instead of my guest room. Actually, did I ruin your plans? I’ve never even stayed in a presidential suite myself..." Ye Feng said, a touch apologetic.

"Thank you."

"Don’t think a simple thank you is enough! You still have to compensate me for my clothes. And you kissed me several times—I have the evidence. I want to kiss you back. As for these scratches, consider them my gift to you," Ye Feng said, as if he’d suffered a great loss.

"Are you even a man?" Man Yunyun nearly laughed aloud. But in truth, she hadn’t lost anything significant, and she’d seen the true faces of her "good" colleagues—Shen Yingjie, Officer Guo, and the rest who had tried to get her drunk.

"He’s not a man at all!" Xia Ling called from the doorway, putting down her phone. "I’m hungry. Go make breakfast!"

"Who is she?" Man Yunyun was taken aback by Xia Ling’s beauty—the girl was so pure and lovely. She vaguely remembered that Ye Feng had been arrested because of Han Shanshan. She also recalled Han Shanshan saying, "Uncle, you already have Sister Ling and me. Why are you still chasing after other girls?"

Both Han Shanshan and Xia Ling were stunning.

"Her name is Xia Ling—she’s my girlfriend! You called out all night, so you must be hungry. I’ll make breakfast; let’s eat together in a bit." With a grin, Ye Feng dashed into the kitchen.

Hearing this, a blush crept onto Man Yunyun’s cheeks.

Now that they’d met, they were friends. Xia Ling was a girl, so Ye Feng’s claim she was his girlfriend made perfect sense.

"Her name is Man Yunyun. She’s a little police officer," Xia Ling said.

Man Yunyun rolled her eyes—who ever heard of "police beauty" as a profession?

...

"Ye Feng! Do you take me for a sick cat just because this tiger has been silent? I’ll show you what I’m capable of! You think you’re tough? There are plenty tougher than you in this world!" Shen Yingjie snarled. Though he’d seen the military car pick up Ye Feng that day, it was only to take Han Shanshan—Ye Feng was just brought along. After that day, he’d had people look into Ye Feng and Han Shanshan; there was no connection between them.

Ding~

Shen Yingjie’s phone rang.

A greasy voice sounded on the other end. "Young Master Shen, how was last night? Satisfied? About me becoming director..."

"Director, my ass!" Shen Yingjie spat, flinging his phone aside.

He immediately pulled another phone from his other pocket. Having two or three phones was perfectly normal for him. He dialed a string of numbers with practiced ease.

"Hello, Yingjie," came the voice of a mature man on the other end.

"Dad! Someone bullied me!" Shen Yingjie burst out, feigning sobs—tears weren’t necessary over the phone.

"What? Someone dared bully my son?"

"He even threatened to end our family line."

"Were you chasing girls again?" His father knew him well.

"No, it was just a bureau gathering, and some kid took a liking to Yunyun. Of course, I objected, and then he beat me up." Shen Yingjie couldn’t tell the whole truth, so he made up a story. No one would check anyway.

"He was alone?"

"Yes, but he’s a great fighter!"

"Did you check his background?"

"I did—just a poor kid, no background!"

"All right. I’ll find someone on the ranking list to take care of him!"

"Dad, you’re the best!" A vicious gleam flashed in Shen Yingjie’s eyes. In his mind, no matter how good Ye Feng was, he couldn’t possibly stand against someone from the assassin rankings.

"Enough! I’m your father. No one bullies my son. Even a dog’s owner must be respected."

"Dad, what do you mean by that?"

"Slip of the tongue!"