Chapter 102 An Ran's Tears

Su Xiaonuan's eyes lit up.

In this way, she would no longer be completely passively waiting for the system to randomly assign tasks or relying on luck to encounter criminals.

She can conduct "entrapment" more purposefully, which will greatly improve efficiency!

Looking at the blurry or censored profile pictures in the list, and the various crimes described below, Su Xiaonuan took a deep breath. A new "work" mode quietly took shape in her mind.

Her stall seems destined to have more and more direct clashes with the shadows of this city.

Beside her, the inkstone stretched lazily, its golden pupils shimmering with a mysterious luster in the morning light.

Today is Monday, a day off.

Su Xiaonuan temporarily put her "work" aside. She had just finished washing up and was drying her wet, naturally curly hair with a towel when her phone, which was on the coffee table in the living room, suddenly rang, breaking the tranquility of the morning.

She walked over and picked up her phone; the name "Anran" was flashing on the screen.

She had barely swiped to answer the call, and before she could even say "hello," An Ran's voice, trembling with tears and unsteady on her feet, came through the phone: "Nuan Nuan... open the door... I'm at your door..."

Su Xiaonuan's heart tightened. Without asking any questions, she quickly slipped on her slippers and ran to the door, pulling it open.

Outside the door, An Ran was dressed in a sharp lawyer's suit. Her once meticulously styled hair was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands hanging down beside her ears. Her delicate makeup was smudged by tears, her eyeliner and mascara were all blurred, making her look disheveled and pitiful.

Upon seeing Su Xiaonuan, An Ran disregarded everything else and rushed over, giving her a tight, almost suffocating hug.

His warm, tear-streaked face was buried in Su Xiaonuan's neck, followed by suppressed, intermittent sobs, his shoulders trembling slightly from crying.

Su Xiaonuan was startled by her outburst and quickly hugged her, gently patting her back and speaking in a very soft voice: "What's wrong, Anran? What happened? Don't cry, don't cry, come in first and we'll talk."

She half-supported, half-carried the emotionally distraught Anran into the house, closed the door, and shut out any potential prying eyes from outside.

After helping An Ran sit down on the sofa in the living room, Su Xiaonuan took out a few tissues and carefully wiped away the tear stains and smudged makeup from her face.

"Okay, okay, stop crying. Tell me, what happened? Who bullied you?" Su Xiaonuan's voice had a magical power to soothe people's hearts.

An Ran sniffed, raised her swollen eyes, looked at Su Xiaonuan, her lips trembling, her face full of guilt and despair: "Nuannuan... I'm sorry... I really... really didn't know... I saw... I saw that document on Qin Haochu's computer... I know everything..."

Her words were fragmented, but Su Xiaonuan understood instantly. It was the document that recorded how Qin Haochu had meticulously planned and even used her to get close to An Ran.

Su Xiaonuan's heart sank suddenly, as if a block of ice had fallen on it.

Seeing An Ran's unbearable pain, she felt both sorry for her friend and a chill ran down her spine at Qin Haochu's obsessive and almost pathological methods.

She paused for a few seconds, then couldn't help but ask softly, "So... have you... broken up now?"

An Ran shook her head violently, tears welling up again. Her voice was trembling with sobs and a hint of venting anger: "No! I... I was furious! I kicked him... kicked him in the groin! Then I ran out... drove all the way here... almost... almost ran a red light..."

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaonuan's lips twitched involuntarily.

The image of Qin Haochu, a man who was always gentle, composed, and meticulous, suddenly being kicked in a vital spot by An Ran, bending over in pain, flashed through her mind... The frustration she felt from being schemed against was strangely diluted by this somewhat comical and tragic scene. She felt sorry for An Ran, but also inexplicably thought that the scene must have been... quite "exciting".

She sighed, took An Ran's cold hand, and comforted her gently, "It's alright, don't think about it too much. It's good that you're okay. Running away was the right thing to do; that kind of person... deserves to be taught a lesson!"

Seeing that An Ran's face was still pale, and she looked shaken, aggrieved, and angry, Su Xiaonuan thought for a moment and stood up: "You probably haven't had breakfast yet, right? Wait here, I'll go make you something to eat. Eating something hot will make you feel better."

She turned and walked into the kitchen. An Ran watched her petite figure bustling about in the kitchen through teary eyes, her nose tingling and tears welling up again, but she held them back in the end.

Su Xiaonuan took fresh pork shoulder, shrimp, seaweed, dried shrimp, wonton wrappers, and a small handful of tender green vegetables from the system store.

She deftly minced the pork and shrimp into a fine paste, added a little salt, pepper, light soy sauce and a touch of sesame oil, and stirred it in one direction until it became sticky.

Then take a thin wonton wrapper, put in a small spoonful of pink filling, and pinch it with your nimble fingers to form a round wonton that looks like a small ingot.

A pot of clear water sits on the stove, while in another small pot next to it, a simple broth is simmering—a rich stock made from pork bones and chicken carcasses. After boiling, the foam is skimmed off, and then shredded seaweed, a pinch of dried shrimp, a little salt and white pepper are added for seasoning. Finally, a few drops of sesame oil are drizzled on top. The broth is clear and has a wonderfully fresh aroma.

After the water boiled, Su Xiaonuan put the wrapped wontons into the pot. The white wontons tumbled up and down in the boiling water, like a group of playful little fish.

Once all the wontons floated to the surface and their wrappers became translucent, revealing the pinkish filling inside, she used a slotted spoon to scoop them up and pour them into a blue-and-white porcelain bowl filled with boiling hot broth. She then added a few stalks of blanched green vegetables as a garnish.

A steaming bowl of wontons, with clear broth, tender filling, and a wonderful aroma, was placed in front of Anran.

"Quick, eat it while it's hot." Su Xiaonuan handed her the spoon.

An Ran looked at the bowl of delicate and lovely wontons in front of her, which exuded an enticing aroma. She picked up a spoon, scooped up one, blew on it, and carefully put it into her mouth.

The wonton wrappers were incredibly smooth and tender, almost melting in your mouth. The meat filling inside was fresh, savory, and springy, mixed with the sweetness of shrimp. The broth was rich and flavorful, and the warmth spread from my mouth to my stomach, and then to every part of my body. My nerves, which had been tense due to anger and sadness, seemed to relax little by little under this warm comfort.

An Ran's eyes lit up instantly. Ignoring the heat, she devoured the entire bowl of wontons, soup and all, in no time.