Once a woman becomes a mother, it's inevitable that she'll go to places with many children.
At this moment, Chen Rou ran into a few elderly people walking their children in Zhongshan Park, as well as a few little kids playing with bamboo dragonflies. A Yuan watched the other kids learn and quickly got the hang of it, rubbing and kneading the bamboo dragonfly as he played with his own.
And don't let its small size fool you, its tiny claws are incredibly agile; with a swift movement, the bamboo dragonfly takes flight.
On the contrary, the little babies who were older than him had hands that were far less dexterous than A-Yuan's.
When you go out and socialize, you will not only meet friends, but also rivals.
A little boy, about three years old, clumsily tried to fly his bamboo dragonfly, but no matter how he rubbed it, it wouldn't fly and would just fall to the ground with a thud. Meanwhile, Ah Yuan, lying in his stroller, rubbed his bamboo dragonfly and it flew away in a flash.
He also has a beautiful older sister who helps him pick up bamboo dragonflies and always praises him, saying, "My Yuan is so great!"
The three-year-old boy was both jealous and angry. He trotted over, stared at A Yuan for a while, and suddenly punched him. A Yuan was sucking on his pacifier, so he deserved to be punched.
But he's someone who'd dare to fight adults like Taiwanese and Nie Yao, how could he be beaten by a three-year-old brat?
So when the boy came to hit someone, not only did his fist miss its mark, but he also got punched by A Yuan.
Taking two steps back, the little boy plopped down on the ground, bursting into tears: "Grandma, baby, baby hit me!"
An elderly woman was arguing with her friend about her daughter-in-law when she heard this and rushed over: "How did you raise your child?"
She picked up her grandson and suddenly shoved A Yuan's stroller, saying, "Whose child is this? So ill-mannered!"
Nie Han had never experienced the fighting power of the capital's middle-aged women before, and Song Yuanchao never expected that an old lady would be his opponent in his professional career. He was standing quite far away and only rushed over at this time, by which time the old lady had already started attacking Nie Han.
Her grandson was still yelling, "Grandma, it hurts! Grandma, it hurts!"
Nie Han doesn't speak Mandarin very well, and Chen Rou didn't see exactly what happened, so she wanted to keep the peace.
But just then, Chen Ke arrived, grabbed the stroller, and blocked the old woman away with one hand.
Because he was wearing a uniform, the older woman lowered her voice a little, but said, "Comrade, this child hit someone."
As a result, Chen Ke immediately said, "This is my child, ma'am. My child is only one year old and never hits anyone."
The older woman misunderstood and said, "You're the child's father, right? And you're a police officer. You're so biased!"
Chen Rou never expected that Chen Ke, who was always fair and impartial, would be so protective of his own.
But he was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a dignified yet honest and trustworthy face. He stood at attention and saluted.
Looking around, he said, "Auntie, as a police officer, I accept your criticism, but my child doesn't hit people!"
The onlookers were more inclined to believe Chen Ke. Of course, A Yuan was so young and didn't look like someone who would fight. And the people of the capital were known for their warm hearts, so one old man said, "I believe in the People's Police."
Another older woman said, "Aunt Liu, that's enough. Everyone knows your grandson is naughty."
Another older woman said, "If you ask me, it was your grandson who hit someone. Look at this policeman's kid, oh my, those thin-skinned big eyes, that clear nose, and that little mouth, how come he's so handsome?"
As soon as the woman spoke, everyone gathered around to look, and upon seeing her, they all exclaimed, "So beautiful, so delicate and pretty!"
Chen Ke's mind had become as skewed as Nie Zhao's, and he reiterated, "He never hits anyone."
Being pretty has its perks. Although A Yuan didn't smile and just quietly played with his bamboo dragonfly, people were willing to believe him. One older woman said, "Look at those bright, sparkling eyes. He looks like a smart and kind child."
Chen Ke, like a broken record, said, "Yes, that's why he never lays a hand on anyone."
It wasn't until they left that one of the older women realized something was wrong.
A tiny baby was sitting in a stroller of a brand she had never seen before. Two men in suits and sunglasses, who had been strolling around reading, were following her at a leisurely pace. Two women were pushing the stroller. That child must be someone important.
And that little one, how come he has such a handsome and cute little face?
He sat in the large, comfortable stroller, holding a small bamboo dragonfly, looking like a little adult.
...
Since she hadn't seen Yue Zhongqi, Chen Rou naturally had to ask him.
When Chen Ke told her that he went to have dinner with Wang Meng to try and find out about Wang Meng's background, Chen Rou shook her head: "He probably won't be able to get any information out of him."
Regardless of the circumstances, Yue Zhongqi was an upright soldier, but Wang Meng was a scheming and manipulative person.
He would naturally be wary of Yue Zhongqi, and since Yue Zhongqi's backing was his source of wealth, he certainly wouldn't reveal it easily.
However, Chen Rou briefly told Chen Ke about her meeting with Guo Fuzheng that day, and then said, "But I only need one thing to find out who his backer is, so you don't need to worry too much about this."
Chen Ke frowned: "You want to give him a gift? What should you give him?"
Chen Rou smiled and said, "It's none other than the Snow Maple Blade that the Nie family has hidden away."
Chen Ke frowned upon hearing this and said, "My old commander doesn't usually see outsiders because his son's position is quite sensitive. He made a special effort to meet with you because he wanted to see that knife, but you're going to give it to Wang Meng?"
She's giving away such a strategically important knife to a local tyrant, a shrewd businessman. What was she thinking?
Chen Rou smiled and said, "But even if that knife goes through Wang Meng's hands, it will eventually return to your old commander's hands. After all, everyone wants to curry favor with his son's position, but they just can't find the opportunity, right?"
Chen Ke remained silent for a while, then suddenly realized: "That's really how it is."
He stopped, then smiled and said, "Your apprentice is much smarter than your master, surpassing him in every way."
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