Chapter 468 - Chapter 468: Chapter 291 Encyclopedia of Crime_2 (2/2)

Shen Qianqian invited Lin Chuan to dinner as a celebration for today’s success.

——Yu Qin was successfully arrested and brought in for questioning.

At the dinner table.

Shen Qianqian ordered all of Lin Chuan’s favorite dishes. He drank quite a bit of tea throughout this busy day and was nearly starving.

Arresting Yu Qin, taking notes, interrogating her, and even helping the Drug Enforcement Team search for listening devices.

Hmm, quite a fulfilling day.

But also, he was ravenously hungry, with a thundering stomach.

As soon as the food was served, Lin Chuan didn’t hold back. He grabbed his chopsticks and started wolfing down the meal, much to Shen Qianqian’s amusement on the side.

“Eat up, don’t just stand there laughing.”

Lin Chuan spoke after eating his fill.

Shen Qianqian served Lin Chuan a piece of beef with the public chopsticks and laughed, “Eat, or Xinxin will think I’ve dragged you off to do hard labor.”

“Isn’t that what happened?”

Lin Chuan scooped up a mouthful of rice and countered.

“When have I ever treated you like a laborer?” Shen Qianqian hummed softly.

Lin Chuan paused with his chopsticks, then chuckled, “Just answering the slew of questions you had today took up eighty percent of my energy. If that’s not hard labor, what is?”

“I only asked you a few questions from start to finish.” Shen Qianqian stopped serving Lin Chuan any more meat, pretending to be angry.

Lin Chuan laughed loudly, “Your questions are all brain-drainers.”

Shen Qianqian mixed anger with laughter, chiding, “Then I have all the more reason to ask—after all, who else is an encyclopedia of crime like you?”

“Stop right there!”

Lin Chuan turned his head and took a sip of orange juice.

“What’s up?” Shen Qianqian asked.

“What did you just call me? An encyclopedia of what?” Lin Chuan inquired.

Under the bright lights of the restaurant.

Shen Qianqian lifted her pretty face slightly and enunciated each word, “An encyclopedia of crime, is there a problem?”

“How could there not be?”

Lin Chuan put on a mock-serious face and took another glance at Shen Qianqian. She was currently in casual attire— a light grey sweater paired with jeans, looking very lively, and of course, very beautiful.

“Why are you sizing me up like that?” Shen Qianqian retorted.

“Good thing you’re not in uniform, or if you call me a crime encyclopedia, wouldn’t people start avoiding me?” Lin Chuan laughed.

Shen Qianqian looked around; fortunately, it wasn’t too crowded.

She leaned a little closer to Lin Chuan and whispered with a laugh, “I’m telling the truth. You really are!”

“You better come up with proof, or I’ll sue you for defamation, oh defamation!” Lin Chuan said, utterly serious.

“Just based on your performance today, that’s undeniable proof. Though it’s my subjective guess, it’s not just me who thinks so.”

Shen Qianqian’s brows danced with humor.

“There are others who think so too?”

Lin Chuan frowned slightly; this wasn’t a good sign!

With a face full of smiles as if she had Lin Chuan figured out, Shen Qianqian said, “Writer Lin, you might not know, but Captain He and Captain Hu even asked me privately if you had ever done work similar to that of an agent.”

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The winter in the south, though not like that of the north, had a charm of its own. During sunset, it was as if nature’s most delicate brushstrokes gently sketched out a warm canvas on the blue sky.

The sunlight filtered through sparse clouds, falling upon the earth. Lacking the intensity of summer, it added a touch of softness and warmth. The sunset was like the last warm tint on an old painter’s palette, spreading slowly, decorating the southern winter evening with both coziness and romance.

The distant mountains, under the glow of the sunset, became gentle and profound in contour, their peaks gilded, resembling islands in a fairyland, silently looming on the horizon. At the foot of the mountains, perhaps a few plumes of smoke curled up; these were kitchen fires from farmhouses, intertwining with the afterglow of the sunset, creating a moving pastoral scene.

The nearby stream, shimmering under the sunset, looked like countless tiny gems dancing, the playful flicker captivating the eye. The stream flowed gently, carrying a chill, yet, softened by the warmth of the sunset, no longer biting. On both banks, the trees, though sparse, still radiated liveliness under the sunset’s glow, their green infused with hints of gold, a testament to time’s weathering beauty.

At this moment, walking on a path in the southern winter, feeling the last rays of the sunset gently brush one’s face, one couldn’t help but be moved. This sunset didn’t just warm the earth; it warmed the heart, making one forget the chill of winter, wishing only to immerse in this tranquility and goodness, allowing the soul a thorough cleansing and relaxation.