Chapter Twenty-Five: The Visitor

In the early morning, both women opened their eyes together, their sleepy gaze enchanting to behold. Of the two men, one was already absent, having gone out to buy breakfast. The food in the hospital did not suit the taste of these four people.

“Good morning.”

“Morning. Why are you up so early? Why not sleep a bit more?” Qianyin stretched lazily, then turned to look at Mo Lan, only to find her staring back with those large, dark eyes, her face flushed with shy redness.

Lengxue, ignored by the others, felt a bit awkward but remained quietly by their side, watching the two women. Seeing Qianyin’s blushing cheeks, he felt helpless—she had never blushed for him.

“I’ve slept enough!” Mo Lan rubbed her eyes and leaned quietly against the bedside, taking in the room. She hadn’t really looked at it properly last night.

“Where did An Feng go?” Qianyin glanced at Lengxue, noticing the missing person and casually asked. Truth be told, she also found the atmosphere quite awkward, especially with the way this man looked at her—it sent shivers down her spine.

“He went to buy breakfast for you.” An Feng returned just at that moment, overhearing the question and replying as he stepped in, carrying two plastic bags with two bowls of porridge and two bowls of noodles.

As soon as he set them on the table, Mo Lan and Qianyin carefully sat up. After a night without food, they were famished. The two women opened all four lids, while the two men watched quietly from the side.

To their surprise, the noodles were river snail noodles, their aroma rich and enticing. One bowl had an egg, the other had pork ribs. Without hesitation, the women chose the noodles, leaving the porridge for the men.

Lengxue frowned as he watched the two women eat what seemed to be spicy and flavorful fare. For those who’ve never tasted river snail noodles, the impression could be quite overwhelming.

This was a street snack, and he hadn’t expected An Feng to buy it. Had An Feng been a city inspector, the vendors might not have sold to him.

Qianyin picked a piece of pork rib for Mo Lan, and then took a small piece of egg from her. Mo Lan didn’t mind at all and returned a smile. To the two men, this was clearly a display of affection.

Lengxue had just taken a sip of porridge when he saw this scene and coughed, almost choking.

An Feng looked equally astonished, standing there in a daze, his expression endearingly cute.

The two women paid no mind, quickly finished eating, wiped their mouths, and only then remembered to go brush their teeth and wash their faces.

But at that moment, a visitor arrived.

The two men had finished their porridge and were tidying up the trash to take it out, just as they welcomed the guest in.

The wealthy man from last night arrived early, specifically to thank the two heroines. Two black-clad bodyguards accompanied him, each holding a bouquet of roses. In his hands, he carried two beautiful boxes.

“Have the four heroes had breakfast?” The wealthy man, familiar and friendly, sat to one side, smiling at the four.

“We have,” they replied in unison. Each person’s gaze towards the guest was different.

Their eyes remained fixed on him—his slightly plump face and prosperous figure. This man was far too friendly; it seemed gaining weight was a sign of wealth.

One by one, the wealthy man handed out roses, then offered the boxes.

He spoke sincerely, “A small gift as a token of gratitude. Thank you for helping me recover the original stones.”

Qianyin and Mo Lan were amused by him. He was truly a character—casual and generous, making conversation feel like chatting with a friend.

Opening the boxes, they found rare icy jade bracelets, their azure and pure hue as clean as the sky. Such a precious gift—the women’s first reaction was to refuse.

“This gift is too valuable; we cannot accept it. Helping was our duty,” Mo Lan spoke first, as she was a police officer and it was her duty to serve the people.

“You must accept it, otherwise I won’t feel at ease. Consider this a gesture of friendship with two beautiful ladies. My surname is Jin, you may call me Boss Jin or Old Jin,” he declared grandly, then promptly stood up as if to make a quick escape.

Unexpectedly, after rising, he handed them two business cards and bowed slightly, his attitude impeccable.

“I have matters to attend to, so I’ll leave now. Remember to visit my store sometime. Rest well,” Boss Jin said, then left with his two bodyguards as swiftly as the wind.

Not long after Boss Jin departed, before the gifts could even be put away, the chief arrived with Xiao Qi.

Qianyin’s gaze towards Xiao Qi was immediately filled with murderous intent. They too brought roses, and soon the room was overflowing with flowers. Mo Lan’s eyes remained fixed on the anxious face of the chief, paying no attention to Xiao Qi.

Last night, the police’s actions had already left Mo Lan disheartened. If the chief made another mistake, she might not be able to bear it and would consider leaving the team.

The chief saw the four were not pleased by Xiao Qi’s arrival and patted Xiao Qi’s back. Xiao Qi nearly lost her balance and almost fell to her knees.

“Last night was my impulse—I'm sorry.” Xiao Qi, struggling to steady herself, lowered her head and managed to say these words.

Before Mo Lan and Qianyin could respond, sounds of clicking came from the window.

Everyone was drawn to the noise, only to discover many reporters had arrived—none had been there moments ago. Who was making things difficult for Xiao Qi?

The chief’s brow furrowed. He had been careful when arriving, certain there were no reporters nearby. Why did they appear as soon as he did? Was this the work of the Mo family?

An Feng quickly moved to the window, closed it, then blocked the door, his face cold as he glared at the journalists.

“My friends need rest. Please come back in a few days. You’re disturbing them now,” An Feng said, his voice icy.

“Is Officer Mo Lan badly injured?”

“How is Miss Qianyin’s recovery?”

“The video says Miss Xiao Qi caused these injuries to the ladies. Is Xiao Qi apologizing now?”

An Feng blocked them, but couldn’t stop their questions.

Mo Lan rubbed her head—these voices were so noisy.

“If there’s nothing else, chief, please go back. I accept the apology; how to proceed depends on your attitude,” Mo Lan wanted everyone gone, especially since she hadn’t had time to put away her gifts. If these people saw them, who knew if greed might lead to theft?

The chief, embarrassed, glanced again at the hapless Xiao Qi, deciding to return and discuss matters, or perhaps apologize personally at the Mo family’s home.

Carefully pushing past the journalists, the two left the room as if fleeing.