“What, you think a few nice words will make this go away?”
Su Yue had been relieved, wanting to pull him away, but seeing his expression was still not good, she lowered her voice and asked.
A new wave of pain struck her abdomen, so she decided to change her approach to resolve the situation.
“Chen Ziming,” she turned, wrapping her arms around him and looking up with a pitiful expression.
Although his face was still a bit grumpy, seeing her like this, he parted his thin lips and said simply,
“Yes.”
“I’ve got my period and I’m not feeling well.”
Her voice deliberately held a hint of coaxing.
As expected, his expression immediately softened. His brow furrowed, and he said, “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ll carry you back, make you some brown sugar water, and rub your belly.”
“But I’m out of sanitary pads. I wanted to buy some earlier, but my phone died and I couldn’t pay.”
She put on a wronged expression.
“I’ll carry you home first, and then I’ll buy them for you,” he said, picking her up and heading towards the elevator.
The girl in his arms let out a slight, mischievous smile.
Coaxing and feigning weakness always worked.
Upon arriving home, he first placed her on the sofa and then turned to leave.
“Checkout lane number six, I’ve already picked them out,” she instructed.
When Chen Ziming returned, he held not only sanitary pads but also a block of compressed brown sugar.
He dissolved some in hot water for her. Su Yue held the cup, feeling much better.
“You’re leaving with Baili Qing next Monday, aren’t you?” Seeing her satisfied look, a smile also appeared on his lips.
He didn’t mention Zhou Mu again that evening.
“Yes, the tickets are booked for ten in the morning.”
“Yue Yue.” His expression suddenly turned serious.
“Yes?”
“You need to be mentally prepared,” he said after a moment of thought.
“I’ve read the interrogation records of this murderer. He’s extremely brutal, yet he treats it with indifference, even a hint of pride. This person is a typical antisocial personality. You should try to avoid talking to him and observe how Baili Qing handles things.”
Su Yue was surprised that he would bring this up.
No wonder Baili Qing had asked if she dared to go.
So, it wasn’t the prison itself that was frightening.
“You said just now, he even has a hint of pride?” She pondered his words carefully, finding it somewhat unbelievable.
He nodded.
“Remember I told you about my internship five years ago?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Even though I studied this field, I still felt psychologically uncomfortable when I encountered real criminals, especially those as heinous as this one.”
“During that period, I even felt a bit down and began to doubt my profession.”
“If I felt that way, and this is your first time encountering such a criminal, I’m still a bit worried.”
She lowered her eyes, carefully taking his words to heart.
Then, her voice gained a touch of determination.
“Don’t worry, when I decided to become a reporter, I was already prepared.”
Reporters and police officers.
In her memory, these two professions often overlapped.
Back then, Baili Qing had gone undercover to obtain evidence, which helped the police capture the suspects in one fell swoop.
Both required strong hearts.
To face the hidden darkness at the dregs of a prosperous society.
Seeing her resolve, the man across from her smiled, extended a long arm, and gently ruffled her hair.
“I forgot, our Yue Yue is both wise and brave.”
Then, his tone shifted.
“That boy on the fourth floor…”
Alright, he was finally going to bring it up.
She had been about to drink her brown sugar water, but now she put down the cup and interrupted him with a frown,
“It was a chance encounter, a real chance encounter.”
“I believe that,” he said, a hint of laziness in his expression, with a smile.
“But he touched your hair. Was that a chance encounter of hands?”
“……”
What a ridiculous phrase, "chance encounter of hands." She couldn't believe he'd even come up with that.
“Chen Ziming, I want to clarify, I was stunned at the time and didn’t react in time to move away.”
“I did tell him you were my boyfriend, and that it wasn’t appropriate. The boy then said he was going home too, what was I supposed to do?”
“I deliberately maintained a distance from him.”
“Believe it or not.”
With that, she huffily picked up her water cup and drank the brown sugar water in one go.
She got up, ignored him, and went straight to the bedroom.
To sleep.
The man chuckled, took the cup to the kitchen to rinse it, and placed it alongside his own. He then wiped his hands and followed her into the bedroom.
To sleep.