Liang Jiayao did not deal with Yu Fangshui; on the contrary, he was the most demanding of her.

She was often left alone for extra training, and even if she got a perfect score on the post-class test, she was still urged to continue to work hard.

Fu Yu was pitiful to his peers.

Seeing how badly Fu Yu had been "tortured," no one dared to even dream of the devilish instructor Liang Jiayao anymore.

Little did they know that the seemingly cold and aloof Inspector Leung, whom they described as unapproachable, was a completely different person at night.

His clothes were disheveled as he was pinned down by Fu Yu.

His black shirt was wide open, revealing his sweaty abs and V-line.

Fu Yu held Liang Jiayao's pointer, pressing it against his Adam's apple from above, her eyes slightly upturned, and asked casually, "Do you like it?"

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"like."

It seemed to be implying that Ayu could be even harsher on him.

...

Fu Yu was undoubtedly the most outstanding graduate upon graduation; her achievements were evident to everyone at the police academy.

At the graduation ceremony, Liang Jiayao, the former chief student, personally presented Fu Yu with her graduation certificate.

The photo of the two was displayed on the police academy's exhibition wall.

They maintained a polite and distant social distance.

However, if the camera had a higher resolution or could zoom in a little, one could see Liang Jiayao's right hand hidden under Fu Yu's graduation gown, and Fu Yu's neck would still have the teeth marks left by a dog the night before.

Logically speaking, given Fu Yu's overall qualities and abilities, it would be a piece of cake for him to enter confidential departments such as the Flying Tigers.

But Fu Yu only wants to be a frontline traffic police officer.

She was assigned to duty in Central, which is the commercial center and transportation hub of Hong Kong. The flow of people and vehicles is huge, and traffic congestion often occurs.

Fu Yu's work became increasingly busy, to the point that even Liang Jiayao couldn't stand it anymore.

It's one thing to be busy during the day shift, but when I was on the night shift, I received a video call from him, and he only glanced at it a few times before hanging up hastily.

Has he lost his appeal to her?

Liang Jiayao closed his open bathrobe, covering his eight-pack abs, and inexplicably felt a sense of powerlessness, like trying to wink at a blind man.

The room was empty.

The feeling of being alone in an empty room is unpleasant.

The next second, Lin Zhongxuan called.

Hearing Liang Jiayao's somewhat muffled voice, he asked with a sly smile, "Liang sir, have you been feeling a bit lonely and empty lately? Has Madam Fu lost interest in you?"

A hint of fierceness crept into Liang Jiayao's eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, you're so much older than Madam Fu. If your brother had matured earlier, your niece would be about the same age as him, and you could be her uncle."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Liang Jiayao's aura has become more sharp and sinister.

He almost became Fu Yu's uncle.

"What I mean is, if a man wants to keep a woman's heart, he needs to maintain all aspects of his personality, both in terms of his personal qualities and his ability to provide her with the best experience. Only then can he keep her heart."

"Your age is no longer an advantage, so make up for it in other ways."

"I know a few good hospitals, would you like me to recommend them?"

The surroundings were dim, with only the bedside lamp casting a faint glow, illuminating Liang Jiayao's inscrutable face.

He wouldn't allow Fu Yu to lose interest in him.

Fu Yu is not allowed to not love him.

He quickly contacted the hospital recommended by Lin Zhongxuan, and received the notification as soon as he arrived at the clinic door.

Operation Cold Wind has been restarted, and a new person in charge is already waiting for him in the office.

Liang Jiayao immediately stuffed the appointment slip into his pocket and drove to the police station.

On Sunday afternoon, apart from the staff on duty in the lobby, there were hardly any people in the entire building.

His footsteps echoed through the long corridor.

As he approached his office, Liang Jiayao took a deep breath.

Since Li Zhongyu's death, all leads related to Operation Cold Wind have gone cold.

The Sun faction, represented by the Chief Superintendent, and the Yan faction, represented by the Deputy Superintendent, are locked in a fierce internal struggle, with undercurrents swirling beneath the surface.

Operation Cold Wind was thus shelved and halted.

"Hello, I am Liang..."

Liang Jiayao looked up and his gaze unexpectedly fell on the person in charge who was sitting at his desk admiring his photos.

My heart skipped a beat.

Fu Yu put down the photo frame, stood up straight, and extended his hand in a very formulaic manner, "Liang sir, I am the deputy head of the Intelligence and Security Section. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Liang Jiayao silently closed the office door, locked it, and then hugged Fu Yu tightly, placing her on the desk.

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

“Intelligence and Security Section, Deputy Section Chief Fu Madam, you’ve been hiding your true colors quite well.”

She even kept it from her own husband.

Liang Jiayao narrowed his eyes, hooked Fu Yu's chin, and his voice was unreadable.

"This is all thanks to Inspector Leung's teachings and example."

Fu Yu smoothed out the wrinkles in Liang Jiayao's collar and explained slowly, "It wasn't you who taught me. As an undercover agent, you have to deceive everyone, including the person you love most."

The person I love most...

He had to admit that hearing Fu Yu admit that he was the most important person to her immediately eased Liang Jiayao's feeling of being ignored.

But his voice remained aloof.

"Keep lying, saying things like you most want to be a traffic cop? Too busy with work? No time to call? Need to work night shifts? Can't come home to be with me..."

Liang Jiayao became increasingly aggrieved and helpless as he spoke.

He thought, he thought...

She doesn't love him anymore.

"I've neglected you during this time, and I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?"

Fu Yu leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

A complete lipstick mark was instantly left on her fair profile.

"not enough."

Liang Jiayao held Fu Yu's waist tightly. "It's not enough."

"Then what compensation does my Liang Jiayao want?"

Liang Jiayao quietly exhaled a breath of stale air, then pressed his advantage, "Come home early this week to play with me."

His fingertips slid down Fu Yu's tight uniform, exploring along the slightly upturned hem, and skillfully untied her garments.

“Ayu…”

With most of his shirt torn off, Fu Yu hooked his arm around Liang Jiayao's belt and instinctively began to grope around.

I happened to find a stack of medical appointment slips.

The names of each surgery are enough to make one blush and their heart race.

Some of these terms were new to even Fu Yu, who was very knowledgeable.

Liang Jiayao felt no shame. On the contrary, he grasped Fu Yu's wrist and asked her very seriously.

"Ayu, if you want it, I can do it all for you."

"As long as you like it..."

Liang Jiayao leaned down and kissed Fu Yu's lips. The woman in his arms was not the outstanding junior Fu Yu, nor the Fu Yu from the Intelligence and Security Department, but his Fu Yu, his Fu Yu alone.