This is a thumb ring, a bronze-like thumb ring.
Judging from its size, it should be a woman's accessory, but the patterns on it don't seem to be of the Eastern style.
Women's thumb rings are rare to begin with, and this one, with its exotic style, piqued Gao'ao's curiosity, and he carefully used his gloved right hand to pick it out of the basket.
It's not described as being in the Eastern style because it's engraved with English words that translate to "romantic".
Moreover, its floral pattern is a very symbolic flower: the rose.
At first, Gao Ang thought it was its appearance or something else that attracted him, but when he got his hands on it and examined it closely, he realized that the thing was a bit strange.
He couldn't explain the strangeness; his intuition told him that this object was extraordinary.
In his mind, vases, spatulas, and the like all have their own attributes, and he categorizes these things into one type. But this thumb ring stands out from the crowd in his perception.
Its smell is the same as that of the thousand-layer sole, and also the same as that of a basket full of needle and thread. Moreover, it has some inconspicuous dents, so it must have been something Wu Mei used as a thimble.
Most importantly, this thing made him feel very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of hostility, even an urge to hit someone.
"Junior brother, what's wrong?"
Seeing Gao Ang staring intently at a thumb ring, Cao Kun walked over and asked him a question, while also glancing at the thumb ring himself.
"It's nothing, this thing just feels a bit strange."
"Take it back and have it tested."
They put the ring into the evidence bag, and the two searched the area again, but found nothing more.
The two returned to the municipal police station, where Cao Kun tossed the evidence bag to Yan Bing, asking her to have it tested.
Xia Weiwei then gave Gao Ang a task: to pick up someone for her.
"Pudong Airport Terminal 2, Lillian."
"Judging from the name, is he a foreign friend?" Gao Ang asked curiously.
“College classmate,” Xia Weiwei sent Gao Ang’s flight number, then added, “best friend.”
"Have you booked the hotel? Should I take her directly to the hotel?"
"Stay at my house."
"..."
Gao Ang, who was drinking water, almost choked and excitedly asked, "Isn't it pretty?"
Cao Kun, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, stroked his mustache and casually remarked, "Xia, the situation is a bit serious lately. It would be best if our foreign friends stayed in hotels."
"They're from Kyoto."
Oh, never mind!
...
It is often said that birds of a feather flock together, and this is absolutely true.
When Gao Ang saw Lillian in person, his wandering gaze was involuntarily drawn to her.
This blonde girl is absolutely gorgeous! She must be at least 178cm tall, with long, straight legs that look like chopsticks. In the middle of summer, she's showing off her bare, white legs without stockings, wearing a pair of British Martin boots. She's swaying her slender waist with an effortless grace as she taps on the MINI window.
Just as he was considering whether to greet her in a foreign language or Mandarin, the woman slenderly twisted her waist and slammed the back door shut with a "bang".
Well, it seems the journey was tiring and he's not in a good mood.
He got into the car reluctantly, started the engine, and drove away from the airport parking lot.
Gao Yang wanted to say hello the whole way, but when he saw in the rearview mirror that the other person was resting with their eyes closed, he was too embarrassed to speak.
I have to say, this girl has a really great figure. I don't know what she ate to grow up like this; she's big in the right places, slim in the right places, long in the right places, and deep in the right places...
Just as he was lost in his daydreams, he heard the sound of his phone unlocking, followed by a flurry of typing.
With one hand gripping the steering wheel, Gao Gao touched his bald head and began to doubt his misplaced charm: Isn't my bald head attractive enough that no one even has the interest to take a look?
Ever since he became a bald, burly man, whether it's the neighborhood security guard, Xia Weiwei, or his senior brothers, the first thing they look at when they see him is definitely the big light bulb on his head.
But Lillian, on the other hand, showed absolutely no surprise or interest in his appearance, not even bothering to glance at him...
Is it because there are so many people in their country who wear unusual clothes that they're used to it?
Or is it that the England you learned about in your textbooks is different from the England in reality, and that it's full of monks?
Deeply self-doubting, Lillian's high spirits waned, and she lost all interest in appreciating beautiful women.
You ignore me completely, so why should I bother trying to please you?
After parking the car, Gao Ang didn't bother to open the car door for Lillian. Instead, he went straight to the trunk, took out the contents, placed them at the bottom of the stairs, and said to the blonde beauty, "The upstairs is off-limits to me. I'll leave the luggage here. You can take care of the rest yourself."
After saying that, he ignored her and went straight back to his room.
Lillian stood there, stunned, a little bewildered and incredulous.
"Damn it, are all men in Dongguo this rude, making a lady do this kind of physical work? I'm going to tell Vivi on this, hmph."
He stomped his foot hard, and then started typing away again.
Upon receiving the message, Xia Weiwei was not unhappy at all; instead, a smile appeared on her lips: This guy actually has some principles.
"You rest for a bit and wait for me to get off work. If you want anything to eat, you can tell the bald guy who's picking you up, and he can learn to cook it."
Upon receiving the message, Lillian acted as if she had received a royal decree. She arrogantly knocked on the high-heeled door, held up her phone screen, and said, "My Vivi said that you, the cook, are to make me something delicious."
The two were communicating via text, and in Mandarin. Gao Ang clearly saw the most recent messages.
"She said I'm a cook?"
Pointing to his own nose, Gao Ang asked in disbelief.
“Yes, round head and thick neck, either a boss or a cook, isn’t that what everyone in your Eastern Kingdom says?” Lillian answered confidently, her eyes wide.
"I...you..." He was so angry he wanted to hit someone.
Why is my head round? A round head means a good head shape, a large brain capacity, and intelligence.
A thick neck indicates good health.
"You can understand Mandarin, right? I won't hold it against you. We're all guests from afar. What would you like to eat?" Forcing a smile, Gao Ang decided to play along with Xia Weiwei's script.
"Hot pot with two broths, spicy crayfish..." Lillian rattled off a bunch of dish names.
"Stop, hold on! You can only choose one. I'll choose the yin-yang hot pot, it's settled!"
Hot pot is simple. Just buy a pot, some seasonings, and some ingredients like meat, and you can easily cook this British guy's meal.
While the two were chatting, Little Flower circled around Lillian a few times, and every now and then it would get a little closer and sniff her from a distance with its little nose wrinkled.
"Little Flower, come back here, you lecherous cat!"
Ang Gao knows its gender. It is a male cat. Judging from its condition, it seems to be mutating and becoming interested in women instead of female cats.
"Meow." This time, Little Flower didn't obediently jump onto his shoulder, but continued to circle around Lillian.
In its eyes, Gao Ang saw longing, a look that only shone when Xiao Hua was eating.
Moreover, from its cry just now, Gao Ang sensed something was off: something was wrong with this woman.
"Your cat is quite interesting."
Lillian chuckled, stopped chatting with Gao Ang, and turned to go upstairs.
Seeing that Xiaohua was about to chase after it, Gao Ang swiftly scooped it up in his arms. "Are you looking for trouble? That's the landlady's friend. Let's go back inside and talk about it."
He also noticed that Lillian had been a little nervous just now, a nervousness that only arose after Little Flower made a sound.
In other words, she was terrified of Xiaohua's cries?
And in that instant, her heart suddenly started beating faster, or rather, it was like a calm volcano suddenly erupting.
"You shouldn't bother people unless it's important. They might be allergic to your hair."
After petting the cat for a while to calm it down, Gao Ang took it out to buy groceries.
Hearing the car start, Lillian left her computer and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Gao Ang and Xiao Hua gradually disappear into the distance. A smile that was hard to decipher appeared on her lips. "Dongguo is really quite interesting. My darling Vivi, are you ready?"
At nine o'clock in the evening, two people and a cat sat around a hot pot, but no one touched their chopsticks because their owner had not yet arrived home.
"I said let's eat first, there's no need to be so fussy."
Gao Ang grumbled unhappily, not because he was hungry, but because Xiao Hua was already so hungry that she was scratching him. The big crucian carp that she liked was lying on the plate, waiting to be eaten.
Strangely enough, ever since Xiaohua ate the food that Gao Ang made for her, she has lost all interest in cat food. Unless it's an emergency, like the last time we went into the mountains, she forces Gao Ang to make her some special food, such as boiled fish, braised fish, or hot pot fish.
"Dongguo has been reforming and opening up for decades, haven't you learned to be a little more gentlemanly? Besides, you're just a cook. The master hasn't returned yet, do you have the right to touch the tableware?"
Seeing Gao Yang's arrogant and domineering attitude, Lillian was furious. She had already made up her mind to use her influence to get rid of this damned cook that night.
Are you sick in the head?
"I'm not sick, why are you saying that?"
"Fine, I can't argue with you," Gao Ang was really on the verge of a breakdown. He just couldn't understand why this silly woman, who seemed to speak fluent Mandarin, had such difficulty even with basic communication. "You wait, I'm taking Xiao Hua out for barbecue. Goodbye!"
The person and the cat had just stepped out when they saw Xia Weiwei's Wrangler drive in.
"Working overtime again?"
"No," Xia Weiwei still didn't want to say more, but then, as if she had thought of something, she added, "Team Leader Cao got into a fight with someone."
"What?"
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