Chapter 211 - Chapter 211: Chapter 169: The Technical Author, A Professional Criminal! (5000-Word Chapter) (1/2)
Chapter 211: Chapter 169: The Technical Author, A Professional Criminal! (5000-Word Chapter)
Anling Riverside.
The setting sun sank slowly between the distant mountains, its fragmented afterglow fluttering in the wind, sprinkling on the river’s surface, making the waves glisten, like a meandering jade belt covered in golden dust.
A white midsize SUV was parked on the roadside.
Inside, Lin Chuan, sitting in the passenger seat, had one hand on the buckle of his seatbelt, his face filled with the fright of someone ready to bolt from the car at any moment, “Officer Shen, have you become a detective now?”
“Other people write about ‘touching gold’ and tomb robbing without much scrutiny, but when you write it, I can see one word written all over your face.”
Shen Qianqian chuckled and teased with her lips pursed.
“What word?”
Lin Chuan asked, puzzled.
Shen Qianqian smiled and looked at Lin Chuan, “Punishment.”
Lin Chuan immediately shook his head and waved his hands in denial, “Officer Shen, you have no evidence, you can’t arrest me.”
“Looks like you’ve earned yourself a new nickname,” Shen Qianqian paused, “Outlaw.”
“Slander, I’ll sue you for slander!”
Lin Chuan used a catchphrase and laughed out loud.
Shen Qianqian also laughed, her face blooming like a flower, “Are you coming tonight? I’ve already signed you up for Xinxin’s place.”
“Then let’s go,”
Lin Chuan agreed.
Soon after.
Shen Qianqian steered with one hand, turning the wheel half a circle to the right, gently stepped on the gas, and the white SUV sped along Jiangbin Road, piercing through the afterglow of the sunset, slowly entering the neon-lit Qingxiu District under the shroud of night.
‘Spring River Moon,’ a restaurant in Qingxiu District of Anling City with an ancient charm.
The sound of bubbling spring water rang in the ears, accompanied by music performances of the erhu, the bamboo flute, carrying a touch of ancient melody.
Qin Sisi had arranged to meet both Shen Qianqian and Lin Chuan here.
The trio sat by the window on the second floor.
From there, they could see pedestrians bustling below on the street, and catch a glimpse of the corner of Anling’s luxury, neon lights, fancy cars, lavish attire, and exquisite food.
“Writer Lin, what would you like to eat?”
Qin Sisi was still in a white T-shirt and jeans, and like the sweet-faced Shen Qianqian, her calm and gentle face was brimming with youthfulness.
Both were around twenty-five years old, with faces full of collagen, fair as snow, fragile as if they could break with a blow, graceful as blooming flowers.
As a result, they attracted quite a few glances from around the restaurant.
Lin Chuan had grown accustomed to such attention, took the menu from Qin Sisi with a smile, and said, “Then I won’t be polite.”
“Don’t be, tonight’s meal is on the Cultural Relics Protection and Archaeological Research Institute,” Qin Sisi was straightforward about the purpose of the dinner.
“Then I’ll order a bit more,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.