008 Suspicion

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qi returned to the private room.

“Finished eating? Let's get going,” Lin Qi picked up his bag.

“Brother-in-law…” Seeing Lin Qi about to leave, Luo Feifei immediately stood up, her cheeks tinged with red. She’d been holding back her words all evening, and if she didn’t speak now, it would be too late: “You and my sister are divorced, and if you don’t mind…”

Lin Qi cut her off before she could finish: “Let’s hurry. The weather’s bad, and it might rain any moment.”

He turned and walked out, with Luo Feifei following.

Lin Qi knew what Luo Feifei wanted to say, but his thoughts hadn’t changed—she was just an inexperienced young girl. Once she started working and met more outstanding young men, she would naturally let go of these unrealistic fantasies about him.

As they walked out, Luo Feifei looked rather disgruntled, but Lin Qi pretended not to see.

Outside the hotpot restaurant, rain was already falling in a gentle drizzle.

For convenience at work, Luo Feifei had rented an apartment near Longyue Group. Though “near,” it was still two streets away. With the rain coming down, walking wasn’t an option, and taxis were hard to find, so Lin Qi decided to take her.

Because of the divorce, Lin Qi no longer had his car—just an electric scooter he used for delivery.

Luo Feifei didn’t mind at all. On the contrary, she happily hopped onto the back seat and unabashedly wrapped her arms around Lin Qi’s waist.

Lin Qi was helpless, shaking his head as he drove forward.

“Even delivery guys have girlfriends!”

“And such a beautiful one!”

“My god, is my car not good enough?”

A chorus of sour remarks arose around them, but Lin Qi paid no mind. Luo Feifei, meanwhile, boldly put her hands on her hips and declared, “Mind your own business—I just like delivery guys!”

She looked every bit the queen.

Rainy weather brought traffic jams. Cars were packed on the road like sardines in a can, horns blaring incessantly. Only Lin Qi’s scooter sped through the chaos, and with a beauty on the back seat, they drew envious and puzzled glances.

“Drip, drip, drip—the rain dances on the pavement…” Luo Feifei sang cheerfully, raising both hands above her head and swaying them. Riding Lin Qi’s scooter seemed to be the happiest moment of her life.

But the good times didn’t last. On a narrow street, even the scooter couldn’t pass.

“Wait a moment,” Lin Qi stopped and surveyed the road ahead.

A white Jetta entered his field of vision.

Wasn’t that Special Agent Sun Xiaoyun’s car?

Looking ahead, Tang Long’s car had vanished.

Seems they didn’t keep up.

“Stop thief!” Suddenly, a shrill cry echoed from the street.

Lin Qi turned to see a man running wildly, clutching a bag that clearly wasn’t his. A woman chased after him, desperately.

“Stop thief… stop thief…” the woman called anxiously, but her high heels slowed her down. She was falling further behind, while the people around watched, not yet sure what was happening.

As the man passed the white Jetta, a uniformed special agent—a woman—leapt from the car. With a swift kick, she tripped the thief. Then, employing a grappling move, she pinned him firmly to the ground.

“Good job!” Cheers erupted as Sun Xiaoyun displayed her prowess.

Just then, another young man darted from the crowd, brandishing a sharp knife at Sun Xiaoyun.

He was clearly an accomplice of the thief!

Sun Xiaoyun had no time to react. In that critical moment, a delivery man rushed forward, first kicking away the knife, then landing a crisp, decisive elbow to the young man's ribs.

“Agh…” The youth cried out in pain, bending over.

The delivery man followed with a kick to his lower back, sending him flying, rolling right in front of Sun Xiaoyun.

Impressive!

Sun Xiaoyun’s eyes lit up. As a graduate of the police academy, she could instantly tell the delivery man was highly skilled—quick, steady, precise, and ruthless. Clearly, a man decisive in action.

Looking up, she finally saw his face and her brows furrowed.

Lin Qi?

Recently, she’d been investigating Lu Hao’s case and had thoroughly looked into his affairs.

Lu Hao had a mistress named Luo Yingying, and Luo Yingying’s husband was Lin Qi.

As the saying goes: “Vice breeds violence, gambling breeds theft.”

In theory, Lin Qi was the prime suspect in Lu Hao’s death, but after the Special Operations Bureau’s investigation, he’d been ruled out early on.

But now, seeing Lin Qi’s skills, Sun Xiaoyun was beginning to harbor doubts.