Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 43

The alarm went off for the eighteenth time when it was finally snapped off by a strong, well-defined hand stretched out from the duck feather duvet. At 10:30 a.m., Yan Xie rolled over and sat up from the big bed, rubbing his dizzy head after a hangover. It took ten minutes before he dazedly recalled the fragments from last night's celebration at the city bureau.

The 502 frozen corpse case was referred to the prosecutor's office, the provincial department planned to trace down the unknown sniper, the existence of the new fentanyl compound was reported to the Ministry of Public Security, and the SWAT captain Kang Shuqiang was successfully rescued from danger.

Under thunderous applause, Deputy Director Wei announced that the personel who had taken part in the operation could take three days off, all the police force went crazy with happiness. Qin Chuan and Gou Li, those two dogs caught him and made him drink to death. On the way back, in a daze, he seems to have received a freaking phone call reminding him not to forget that today was......

Today was.....

Yan Xie instantly woke up, grabbed his phone and opened Wechat.

"Son, today at 12:00 noon at our Zenith Garden restaurant, you're to meet the daughter of the CEO of the real estate group, remember to look good! Put on a sheet mask! Your mother."

"......" Yan Xie put down his phone and turned his head. The mirror reflected a scruffy face with a bird's nest on top of his head.

"Just another day of selling my body," he muttered.

The transformation process of Yan Xie is always like that of a magical girl warrior. Half an hour later, he finished showering, shaved, took scissors to the top of his head and trimmed the hair, styled it with gel. He also found a random men's perfume and sprayed it twice, and looked in the mirror for a moment. The face, the price of which would likely start at 50,000 looked back at him. Then he walked out of the bathroom with a towel on his shoulder, naked, just ready to go to the walk-in closet to think about what kind of reaction he should show while collecting his 108th "you are a good person", "we can be friends", "I'm too young, mom won't let me fall in love" card in his life; but suddenly changed his mind and decided to make a pot of tea to quench the thirst after the hangover.

So Vice chief Yan, accompanied with the sound of chirping and cool refreshing wind, crossed the living room and opened the kitchen door.

Yan Xie: "......"

Jiang Ting: "......"

The silence hung in the air, Jiang Ting froze trying to open the tea box, face to face with Yan Xie, both maintained a blank expression on their face.

"You...... how......"

Yan Xie's first thought was "Why are you here?", and then he realized that he was the one who had forced the door keys onto the other man; his second thought was "I can't believe you're willing to come here?' He swallowed back the words, his eyes darted back and forth between Jiang Ting's suspended hand and the open tea box, suddenly realizing that he caught the thief on the spot:

"You're drinking my wife tea again!"

Jiang Ting put his hands behind his back: "No."

"The water's boiled!"

"No really."

"The last time when you brought it to the crime scene, you said it was specially brewed for me but you actually ended up drinking it all yourself!"

"Misunderstanding."

Yan Xie stepped forward and took out the lower layer of the red sandalwood box, justifiably sticking half of the tea cake, that looked as if it had been chewed by a dog, in front of Jiang Ting's nose: "Then who do you think drank this?!"