The man's fingertips gently caressed her delicate skin, circling upwards little by little...
Skilled, flippant yet probing...
The way he touched her was different from Ah Nan's; this was how a seasoned nightclub worker would touch a stripper!
Ning Yuan froze, then suddenly came to her senses. With a sudden push, she used the momentum to flip herself off him and create some distance between them.
She grabbed Zhou Yan's wrist and twisted it forcefully, her eyes icy cold: "Who exactly are you?"
Her previous softness and vulnerability vanished instantly, replaced by defensiveness and hostility.
The next moment, the cold metal clicked and locked onto her wrist.
Ning Yuan looked down in disbelief at the handcuffs on her wrists; the silver metal gleamed coldly in the dim light.
She looked up and stared coldly at the man in front of her, her rationality instantly sobering up as if doused with ice water.
"Superintendent Zhou, what do you mean by this?"
Zhou Yan slowly straightened his collar, which Ning Yuan had disheveled: "Miss Ning, my men summoned you this afternoon. Miss Ning, are you forgetful?"
He stood up, looked down at her, and smiled coldly: "Since Miss Ning is unwilling to do me the honor of making a trip to O-District, then I will have no choice but to come and 'invite' you in person."
Ning Yuan looked at his face, which was almost identical to Rong Zhaonan's, closed her eyes, suppressed the pain and anger in her heart, and asked coldly, "Do you really think you can take me away from here?"
Zhou Yan smiled wickedly, a smile that seemed so unfamiliar and so glaring to her—
"Of course I know the Ning family's influence in the Hong Kong government. They can make the government tremble with a stomp of their foot, but I have never failed to invite people back to the police station for coffee."
He suddenly leaned in, his nose almost touching hers: "Miss Ning, don't you want to know who I really am? Why don't you come back to the police station with me for a cup of coffee, hmm?"
The aggressive, expensive fougère cologne he wore made Ning Yuan gasp for breath.
Rong Zhaonan was a disciple of Taoism, and due to the need for combat and infiltration, he disliked all artificial fragrances.
He only had a faint minty, herbal scent on him.
That was the smell left from his habit of chewing mint to stay alert during long battles.
Ning Yuan instinctively leaned back, a chilling expression appearing on her face: "Stay away from me!"
Zhou Yan's Cantonese voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of seduction: "Maybe I am the... Ah Nan you're talking about. It's just that I forgot there's a devoted lover waiting for me?"
The name "Anan" pierced Ning Yuan's heart like a sharp knife.
All the pain and sorrow transformed into anger at this moment, and a strong anger and murderous intent surged into his heart instantly.
Ning Yuan gripped the hairpin tightly in her hand, her fingertips turning white, almost unable to resist stabbing it into the handsome yet hateful face before her.
This name is a thorn in her heart, but also the softest spot in her soul.
How dare he say such things to her with that face, calling out her name so flippantly!
Zhou Yan seemed to sense her murderous intent, tilted his head slightly, and asked teasingly, "What? Miss Ning wants to play something more exciting with me here?"
His gaze fell on her snow-white legs, and he chuckled softly, "I can overlook that steamy assault on a police officer just now, but this..."
He slowly lifted her handcuffed wrists, his eyes turning cold: "I'm not that magnanimous."
Ning Yuan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the anger and pain in her heart.
That word "Anan" was a thorn in her heart, easily stirring up all her emotions.
She struggled to control herself, not letting her emotions show. She took a deep breath and said coldly, "I'll go to the police station with you."
Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat surprised by her compliance.
But then, a playful smile appeared on his lips: "It seems Miss Ning really cares about 'A Nan'."
Ning Yuan suppressed the urge to slap him and said expressionlessly, "Stop talking nonsense, just leave."
Zhou Yan chuckled softly, as if he had heard an amusing joke.
He reached out and helped Ning Yuan up, his movements gentle yet forceful, and at the same time, he unlocked the handcuffs on her wrists—
“I have never been fond of using such crude methods on sensible people.”
As he spoke, his arm naturally wrapped around Ning Yuan's slender waist.
Ning Yuan's body stiffened, and she almost reflexively tried to break free.
But then she heard Zhou Yan whisper in her ear, "With so many sentries watching you, it wouldn't be good if they thought you were unwilling to come with me. What do you think, Miss Seven?"
His tone was cold and indifferent, like a hunter who controlled everything, and she was merely the prey in his palm.
Ning Yuan gave him a cold look and said nothing before following him out.
Sure enough, as soon as they stepped out the door and down the stairs, they ran into Ning Yuan's two bodyguards.
The two noticed that Ning Yuan was accompanied by an unfamiliar police superintendent, and they didn't see Ning Bing'an or any other members of the Ning family, so they couldn't help but worry.
One of them stepped forward, blocking Ning Yuan's path, and warily sized up Zhou Yan before asking in a deep voice, "Seventh Miss, who is this?"
Although he didn't know the identity of the police superintendent in front of him, the fact that the police had come to his door that afternoon, and now the young lady was accompanied by police, made him wary.
Ning Yuan said calmly, "I have something to take care of. You guys go back first."
The two bodyguards were clearly worried: "Miss Ning, we're with you, in case..."
Sister Heng isn't feeling well tonight, and Miss Qi's safety is their top priority.
"There's no need," Ning Yuan said calmly.
Zhou Yan smiled and said casually, "It's alright, just follow along."
A black sedan quickly drove up and stopped on the side of the road.
Zhou Yan opened the car door and gestured "please," her posture elegant and poised, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority. "Miss Ning, please."
Ning Yuan had no idea what he was up to. She gave him a cold glance and got into the car without saying a word.
Ning Yuan got into the car with a cold expression, and Zhou Yan followed her in.
Once in the car, Ning Yuan asked with a hint of sarcasm, "What? Isn't Superintendent Zhou afraid my bodyguard will tell my brother when he gets back?"
Zhou Yan leaned back in his seat nonchalantly, his long legs crossed, his posture elegant yet exuding a cynical air.
He chuckled lightly: "Seventh Miss's bodyguard team isn't just these two, is it?"
The man's tone was tinged with mockery: "I'm taking you away. The Ning family's legal team and public relations department will find out soon enough."
He paused, his gaze landing on Ning Yuan's face with amusement: "However, 24 hours of detention is enough for us in the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau."
Upon hearing this, Ning Yuan closed her eyes without any expression.
That's right, 24 hours is enough time for the Ning family to use all their connections to get her out.
But the question is, why did Zhou Yan detain her? Was it for Uncle Si's shipment of goods, or for the shootout between Sun Yee On and 14K?
What exactly does he want to do, and who is he really?
But whatever Zhou Yan wants to do.
She would go with him from the moment he appeared.
Because she had so many questions in her mind.
It needs to be verified.
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