"oh?"
Chu Xiao raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. This kid didn't seem like the type to meddle in other people's business, so why was he offering to help this time?
What Chu Xiao didn't understand, Yan Chiyu understood perfectly. Wu Yue was willing to help because she saw something valuable in Yao Ruxing.
—On her right arm, there is the mark of the Vermilion Bird.
In exchange, Wu Yue will handle this matter for Yao Ruxing, and Yao Ruxing will tell her about the origin of the Vermilion Bird Mark.
Wu Yue checked the time. "Captain Chu, I'm leaving now. We can keep each other informed if anything comes up."
"Hmm." Chu Xiao suddenly remembered that there was someone standing outside.
Yan Chiyu nodded slightly in farewell: "Goodbye."
The two walked out of the criminal investigation team's office one after the other. The door opened and closed, and the office suddenly fell silent.
A few seconds later, Wang Yaobei made a very forward-thinking suggestion: "I think we should apply to our superiors for a capable person like Miss Wu Yue to assist us in handling the case. There will only be more cases like this in the future."
Yang Lianhai chuckled twice: "Believe it or not, the higher-ups will make you copy materialism and the core socialist values five hundred times."
Wang Yaobei couldn't help but sigh, "That's true. Captain, I'm entrusting this important task to you."
Chu Xiao: "..."
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Zhu Jin went back first.
Yan Chiyu was driving, with the brother and sister in the back seat.
Cuihua and Tiezhu squatted in the passenger seat. Cuihua held a pen that was about the same size as her body in her little arms and was writing and drawing, recording her recent life.
After finishing writing, it originally wanted to climb back onto Wu Yue, but Yan Chiyu lifted it up and pressed it with his fingertip, so it obediently squatted back in its original spot. Its two thin paper legs knelt obediently, and half of its curious little head peeked out from behind the chair.
After much internal struggle, Cheng Pingxi broke the silence first. Compared to the two people in the car who were very sparing with words, he was quite talkative.
"Ahem, that person was my new manager. He had something to do at the company, so I asked him to go home first."
Wu Yue's gaze finally shifted from the car window, and she turned her head to look at Cheng Pingxi's face, which was slightly flushed: "Brother?"
"What... I'm here." Cheng Pingxi didn't dare turn his head to meet her gaze; countless thoughts were racing through his mind like wild dogs. He hadn't been able to come up with the best, fluent response since getting on the bus.
"Here's the knife, to avenge the sword wound. But if it happened again, I would still do the same thing."
The screeching sound of brakes rang in his ears. Yan Chiyu reacted quickly, throwing Cuihua onto Wu Yue. Poor Cuihua, who was watching the show, was caught off guard and was thrown around, experiencing a 360-degree spin and jump in mid-air.
*smack*
It sat steadily on the dagger the girl had handed it.
My goodness, I almost cut myself in half! Daddy Yan, you're so annoying! Your wife's life is precious, but your daughter's isn't? qwq
Tie Zhu rushed over quickly, carrying a dagger while dragging Cuihua back to safety—the passenger seat.
The screech of brakes didn't drown out Cheng Pingxi's wildly pounding heart. He stared intently at Wu Yue's perfectly serious face, his eyes flickering for a moment, as if the words "Are you crazy?" were about to slip from his lips. He didn't know how much effort it took to swallow those words.
He lowered his head, his anger likely overwhelming the sadness and unease he had felt recently. Recalling Wu Yue's words, her tone so earnest, so frank, how she had apologized to him in such a horribly clumsy way—could he really bear to continue ignoring her like this?
Finally, the thought of returning to the world of mountains and seas meant he would never see her again, never see his parents again. Suddenly, countless thoughts urging him to cherish the present moment surged forth.
Cheng Pingxi raised his head, gently placed his sweaty palm on the girl's head, and lightly rubbed it, just like he used to rub his pet dog, Er Gouzi.
Wu Yue vaguely felt a dampness on her head, but she held it in.
Then she heard him say, "Sister, let's make up."
"Hmm~"
Yan Chiyu let out a long sigh, the dark turmoil in his eyes gradually fading. He even considered that if Wu Songsong insisted on letting Cheng Pingxi take her place, he would probably give his "brother" a heavenly gift.
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