"What kind of necklace?" Mo Huaixing asked expressionlessly.
"It's a four-leaf clover-shaped necklace." Seeing Mo Huaixing staring intently at her with deep eyes, Gan Tang added guiltily, "It's quite important to me."
"Boss, you weren't wearing a necklace when you went out today." With a sigh, Mo Huaixing bluntly exposed her lie.
"Huh?" Gan Tang awkwardly twitched the corner of her mouth. "I remembered wrong, it was lipstick. I took them to the restroom."
Mo Huaixing slightly raised his chin, and Gan Tang followed his gaze and saw the open shoulder bag, with the lipstick lying in the most conspicuous position inside.
Before sitting down, she habitually took out tissues from her bag to wipe the stool, but unexpectedly, she forgot to zip it up.
"Look at my brain, I misspoke, it's, it's..."
"Anyway, there's something left at the anti-drug squad, and I need to go back and find it, right?" Mo Huaixing picked up where she left off.
"right!"
Their eyes met, and Gan Tang suddenly felt a little wronged. She had gone to so much trouble to find a reason for him to go back, but he not only didn't appreciate it, but also exposed her.
"She's not my wife, go if you want, don't go if you don't want to," Gan Tang said angrily, her anger rising. "Anyway, I've given you an excuse. If you don't go see her, don't regret it."
"How did you figure that out?" Mo Huaixing was surprised by Gan Tang's sensitivity.
Gan Tang retorted irritably, "I'm not blind!"
"What about Fu Yuanshan?"
"He doesn't have time for you." You really think you're so special? Besides me, who else would be so eager to pay attention to you?
The waiter came in to serve the food, and Gan Tang, ignoring that the pot wasn't boiling yet, poured the entire plate of mutton into it. The air conditioner blew the rising steam from the pot onto her face, making her eyes seem to mist as well.
Mo Huaixing turned up the air conditioner fan, poured her a cup of hot water, and handed it to her: "Thank you!"
It was just two simple words, but the moment they came out of his mouth, her heart softened.
"Are you really not going?" Gan Tang encouraged him, "You don't need to be so careful, Lu Zhengqian won't suspect you."
"I'm not going. He'll just beat me up anyway."
That girl seems so gentle, is she really that fierce? Countless images flashed through Gan Tang's mind, her aches and pains mixed with curiosity: "Did she used to beat you up often?"
Mo Huaixing nodded fiercely, then laughed as he recalled how he used to steal apples from the apple orchard when he was a child, and how his father chased after him and beat him. In the end, he was fine, but his father was chased all over the field by the wolfhounds in the apple orchard.
How could she be happy after getting beaten up? Gan Tang couldn't help but roll her eyes. "You really deserve a beating."
Mo Huaixing, who had originally wanted comfort, frowned aggrievedly: "What did I do that deserved a beating?"
He looks like he deserves a beating.
"..."
Mo Huaixing decided to admit defeat and eat. Just as he picked up his chopsticks, Gan Tang took the last piece of meat from the pot, leaving him empty-handed.
"You didn't leave me a single piece?"
Gan Tang arrogantly declared, "I ordered it. If you want to eat, order it yourself."
"I even ordered the hot pot base!"
"Then I'll give you the soup broth." Gan Tang handed him the soup spoon.
"Why should I drink the bottom of the pot?"
The meal turned into a chaotic mess. When Mo Huaixing went to pay the bill, there was a large patch of grease from the bottom of the pot on his white shirt. Although it wasn't as noticeable as it was covered by his jacket, anyone with eyes could see it.
The waiter assumed he had added too much water and turned the heat up too high, causing the water to splash on the surface, and apologized, "How about I give you a 20% discount?"
"No need!" Mo Huaixing's face darkened.
The culprit swaggered past him, took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, shook it smugly, and thoughtfully reminded him, "There's also this."
When Mo Huaixing finished paying the bill and came out, he found that the person was gone.
Across the street was a kindergarten, where a burly figure sat upright in the shade of a tree, with all sorts of small toys spread out in front of him.
He held a small bottle of bubble solution in his large hands and blew bubbles one by one.
Bubbles filled the air, highlighting his serious expression and making him look even more comical.
Gan Tang crossed the road, stood in front of him, and asked with a smile, "Officer Fang, are you on a mission in disguise?"
Fang Heng looked around, stood up, and said confidently, "According to our intelligence, a group of human traffickers have been scouting this kindergarten recently. They have about ten children in their hands. We plan to catch them red-handed."
"Do you still handle cases outside your jurisdiction?" This area is not within the jurisdiction of the Nanjiang branch.
"We've been keeping an eye on them for a while now, and we didn't expect them to get here," Fang Heng explained.
"Any progress?" Gan Tang continued to ask.
Fang Heng shook his head. "We've been watching for two days."
“It’s good that you met me,” Gan Tang gestured for him to move aside and laughed, “That’s not how you sell things. If a human trafficker saw you like that, he would be scared away.”
Fang Heng readily stepped aside and asked, "Was my disguise really that convincing?"
"No, not really," Gan Tang explained. "It's mainly because you look too upright and have a strong build. When human traffickers consider making a move, they will also take into account the surrounding environment."
This was the first time someone had praised him so naturally. Fang Heng was overjoyed and asked, "Miss Lu, you even understand the psychology of human traffickers?"
“I work on a foundation for trafficked women and children, so I’ve done some research!” Gan Tang felt it was a bit presumptuous to discuss her profession with a professional, so she immediately ended the topic: “Please don’t laugh at me.”
Mo Huaixing had been standing by the car waiting for Gan Tang to return. Unexpectedly, she not only chatted with Fang Heng, but also sat down to help him sell his wares. The way she acted so familiarly was like a long-awaited reunion. He couldn't wait any longer.
As soon as Mo Huaixing stepped onto the stairs, he heard Gan Tang call out, "Brother Fang."
The voice was soft and sweet, like calling out to a lover, which sent chills down one's spine.
"Alright, stop standing here." Gan Tang urged Fang Heng to leave.
Fang Heng had already spotted Mo Huaixing, and upon seeing him approach, he smiled in an affected manner: "Then thank you, Sister Lu."
Mo Huaixing, his face dark, bumped right into the smug man.
Fang Heng stumbled, turned to look at the person who had come, and the words that were about to come out turned into a laughing laugh: "Sister Lu, how come your driver is still breastfeeding? You didn't even buy him a bib. Look at how slovenly he is."
Gan Tang initially thought he was a nice person, but seeing him make fun of Mo Huaixing like that, she suddenly became a little angry.
She hadn't drunk the cold cola she was holding. Now, she shook it behind her back twice, offered it to Fang Heng, and asked with a smile, "Are you thirsty? Want some cola?"
"Thank you, Sister Lu." Fang Heng happily twisted the bottle cap in front of Mo Huaixing. The cola, already harboring resentment from Gan Tang's actions, was further aggravated by her. The moment the cap was unscrewed, a column of steam shot out of the cola bottle, heading straight for Fang Heng's face.
Overjoyed, Fang Heng instantly turned into a drenched chicken, soaked to the bone—a sweet, cola-infused fried chicken.
Alright, now no one has to laugh at anyone anymore. Gan Tang looked on, feeling much better.
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