Chapter 12 - Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Arrested on the Spot? (1/2)
Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Arrested on the Spot?
On the other end of the phone, Old Wang chuckled, “That must be a policewoman; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so perceptive!”
“Indeed, she is a policewoman.”
Lin Chuan laughed.
In his mind, the image of Shen Qianqian emerged.
Her black hair tied up in a ponytail revealed her delicate features, fair skin, and the shallow dimples that appeared when she smiled, but when she donned her uniform, she looked valiant and formidable.
However, Lin Chuan’s impression of Shen Qianqian chiefly came from the bone-chilling interrogations in the interrogation room.
She had the suspect handsome guy vibe, very penal.
“Old Lin, there’s something else I want to ask you for a favor,” said Old Wang, whose voice, usually so assertive, suddenly softened.
Lin Chuan’s eyebrows rose, and he asked with a smile, “What is it?”
Old Wang spoke with a bit of awkwardness, “Tomorrow, could you accompany me to a matchmaking meeting, how about it?”
“Matchmaking!?”
Lin Chuan’s brows furrowed, confusion evident on his face.
Old Wang was about the same age as him.
At twenty-four or twenty-five, was he already going for matchmaking?
Old Wang curled his lip and said, “Old Lin, why are you so surprised? In our line of work, we spend our days at home typing, the opposite sex we come into contact with are just fellow female authors, female readers, female editors—you can count them all on one hand.”
“This…” Lin Chuan touched his nose, pondering for a moment.
That was indeed the case.
Since he began writing, the few women who made a lasting impression on him were an editor, a policewoman, the Little Landlady.
Right, and the married woman he once pursued…
Ah spit!
She wasn’t a married woman when he was pursuing her.
Beyond that, there was no one else.
The editor was far away, the policewoman was a brief encounter, the Little Landlady was engrossed in films, and the married woman… out of reach.
Finished.
Doomed to be alone!
After listening to Old Wang, Lin Chuan felt like he was looking in a mirror.
“Old Lin, why aren’t you saying anything?” asked Old Wang.
Lin Chuan snapped back to reality, “Oh… there’s nothing wrong with matchmaking, I’ll accompany you tomorrow.”
On the phone, Old Wang grinned, “It’s a deal then, I’ll send you the address later.”
He hung up the phone.
Lin Chuan poured himself a cup of boiled water and guzzled it down.
He hadn’t thought too much about it.
PK with a best-selling author reaching ten thousand orders?
Strike down the darkness with thunder!
As for love and matchmaking, why bother with that!
Clothes don’t necessarily have to be washed by someone else, if there’s no washing machine, he could wash them by hand, right?
His goal was simple.
He could never work a regular job!
Earn money!
After all, life is about money equating to material things, get money, and you solve ninety-nine percent of your worries.
If it doesn’t solve them, perhaps it’s because the amount earned isn’t enough.
It might seem like a warped perspective, but on second thought, it made a twisted kind of sense.
Lin Chuan wasn’t a sociologist, he didn’t ponder the deep-seated reasons behind it.
Who cares anyway!
Once you have money, what do you need a bicycle for?
That’s right!
I still have an ace up my sleeve!
Cheat code, activate!
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The next day, noon.
At Anling City, outside the Redwood Cafe.
Old Wang had shaved his stubble, combed his hair to look mature, and wore a sharp suit.
By contrast with Old Wang,
Lin Chuan’s attire was more casual—slacks and a white T-shirt, his features clean-cut and sunny.
“Old Wang, did you spray cologne?”
Lin Chuan sniffed the faint scent on Old Wang and asked in surprise.
“How is it, does brother smell good?” Old Wang wiggled his eyebrows.
Lin Chuan stepped back, “Old Wang, I’m straight, you know!”
“What are you thinking about? I just wanted to ask if girls would like it,” Old Wang said with a smile.
Lin Chuan shook his head, “A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.”