Chapter 135-1
My Dear Miss Medical Examiner
The end of a blue duckweed (3)
When she walked out of Jingtai Building, it was already late at night, but there were still reporters outside. As soon as they saw her coming out, they swarmed around her, surrounding her in a circle with all kinds of cameras and microphones pointed at her.
âMiss Lin, Miss Lin, say a few words.â
âMiss Lin, Miss Linâ¦â
The crowd pushed and shoved each other to get closer to her.
Lin Yan could barely move a step, perhaps because they could see that she had just been crying, her eyes still red. The camera flashes started to flicker uncontrollably, making it impossible to keep her eyes open.
All of a sudden, she couldnât hear anything, her mind went blank, she broke out in a cold sweat, her hands and feet were shaking. All she could see were the faces of the people around her, their mouths moving but she couldnât make out what they were saying.
In the midst of her confusion, a strong hand gently grabbed her. Song Yuhang forcefully pulled her out from the crowd, put her arm around her shoulder, and led her away.
When Lin Yan came to her senses and looked up, she saw Song Yuhang, with a furrowed brow, a pained and restrained expression on her face. Finally unable to bear it when the reporters caught up, she turned around and shouted, âStop chasing, this is the person involvedâs privacy. We donât accept interviews. Not every public figure needs to expose their wounds to others!â
She clenched her fist tightly, her eyes turning red, âIf you continue to chase her, I will call the police and arrest you for provocation and causing trouble!â
Lin Yan was stunned, watching their retreating figures, roaring like a child, standing up for her against all the worldâs malice. Unable to hold back, she finally curved her lips into a smile.
Song Yuhang turned around and interlocked her fingers with hers, the anger still not fading from her face. âLetâs go.â
Until she managed to squeeze the person into the car, Song Yuhangâs face remained tense, gripping the steering wheel with tightly furrowed brows.
Lin Yan couldnât help but burst out laughing, pinching her cheek. âCome on, give me a smile. Itâs just paparazzi, I really donât care what they say.â
Song Yuhang turned her face. âBefore, was it like this too?â
Lin Yan knew what she was referring to, shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to be relaxed.
âMm, itâs common, you donât know how excessive they were before, saying I was fickle, changing my mind all the timeâ¦â
Her words trailed off as her voice gradually lowered.
Song Yuhang had been watching her all along, tears slowly welling up in her eyes, her mouth drooping as tears cascaded down like golden beans.
âIâm sorry, I⦠I didnât know before⦠I wonât let you face this alone in the futureâ¦â
The resolute and courageous police officer, who appears strong in front of others, seemed to only reveal her weakness and childishness in front of herself.
Lin Yanâs heart was soaked in these tears, her nose starting to feel sour, and she abruptly pulled down her collar.
âSong Yuhang.â
âYeah?â The police officer sniffed, crying intermittently, perplexed.
Lin Yan gently closed her eyes and offered her lips, âI love you.â
Not to mention confessing, she rarely took the initiative to kiss her. Song Yuhang was suddenly stunned, overwhelmed with emotion, unsure where to put her hands and feet. After a moment, as she was about to withdraw, she turned her shoulder, pulled her in, and kissed her deeply.
(Originally translated on , let's go!)
How could someone who has tasted the sweetness easily give up?
Compared to Lin Yanâs earlier brief kiss, Song Yuhangâs was much more passionate.
Lin Yan kept retreating, unable to resist, placing her hands on Song Yuhangâs shoulders and gently pushing her away.
âUmâ¦â
Song Yuhang became even more intense, speaking incoherently, âI⦠love you too.â
When they finally separated, both of them were breathing heavily. Lin Yanâs face was flushed, her eyes glistening with tears, and the corners of her lips held something suggestive.
Song Yuhangâs breathing suddenly became heavy again, then leaned over once more, with a clear goal in mind. Her actions were direct and simple, reaching out to unbutton Lin Yanâs clothes.
âLin Yan, I wantâ¦â
Lin Yan swung her bag open and slapped away her hands, furious as she scolded, âGet lost, shameless!â
âOh.â Song Yuhang winced in pain, retracting her hand in grievance. She reluctantly watched as Lin Yan popped open the buttons of her shirt, licking her lips with a tinge of reluctance.
God knows how long itâs been since she last touched her, okay?
She yearned for it even in her dreams.
If Lin Yan continued to resist her touch, she felt like she was going to explode right there.
Tears silently welled up in Song Yuhangâs heart, shifting into gear and driving away.
Seeing the look in her eyes, Lin Yan knew exactly what she was thinking. Her face reddened slightly, and the corners of her lips lifted high.
âStep on it, Iâm tired and want to get home early.â
Song Yuhangâs eyes lit up, a playful mood on, and she stepped on the gas pedal, speeding off.
âAlright, Miss Lin said it, so be it. If she says donât touch, then I wonât touch. If she says touch⦠hehehe!â
Lin Yan blushed, raising her bag. âWho said Iâ¦â
Song Yuhang dodged to the side, hands firmly on the wheel, lips curving into a wide grin. âHey hey hey, driving here, heading home to have some fun, heading home to have some fun, right?â
As for how to have âfunâ at home, that was definitely up to her to decide.
Upon opening the door, Song Yuhang pushed her inside, locked the room behind them, and haphazardly placed the things she was holding on the coffee table, causing the sofa to sink slightly.
Lin Yan nudged her shoulder, âUm⦠Letâs go take a shower first.â
Song Yuhang took off her coat, teeth undoing the buttons of her shirt, and lifted her hands above her head.
Lin Yan felt a weightlessness as she was lifted up.
âLetâs shower together.â
The shower head splattered hot water, two pairs of bare feet on the floor, the bathroomâs heater warming up, quickly causing steam to fog up the glass window.
Lin Yanâs originally pale face turned as red as if she were bleeding, burying her head in Song Yuhangâs neck, fingers gripping her arm tightly.
Song Yuhang freed a hand to pinch the back of her neck, âCanât stand up?â
âMmâ¦â a soft hum like a cat.
Song Yuhang felt her heart melting, the bathtub next to them filling up with water. She turned around, lifting Lin Yan up in her arms.
Just when Lin Yan thought this long tug-of-war was finally coming to an end, she was suddenly placed into the bathtub.
Her long lashes trembled, leaning against the edge of the tub, looking somewhat ecstatic.
With a long reach, Song Yuhang pulled her into her arms.
Lin Yan lazily raised her eyes, âWhat are you doing?â
Besides her neck, it seemed she had found a new source of amusement.
Song Yuhang kneaded the hollow of Lin Yanâs waist, where there was a dip with a small waist groove, hoarsely saying, âItâs still early, letâs soak a bit more.â
Her palms were rough and calloused, causing goosebumps to quickly rise wherever they touched.
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Lin Yan shivered all over, lightly biting her lip, her rational mind telling her to refuse, âSongââ
Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed.
Ripples appeared on the waterâs surface.
Water droplets slid down the glass door of the bathroom.
On the floor were two pairs of neatly arranged slippers.
Song Yuhang said, âLess talking, more action.â
As Lin Yan was being carried to the bed again, she felt completely drained. The loss of water made her throat parched and unbearable. Song Yuhang poured a cup of warm water and offered it to her lips, feeding her small sips.
After she gulped down most of the cup of water, Song Yuhang took the glass from her hand, brought a hairdryer, and started blow-drying her hair.
Lin Yan lay on the pillow, the warm air making her drowsy, her fingers unconsciously hooking onto the hem of her clothes.
âIâm sorry, Iâve spent most of the money and didnât leave any for you.â
Song Yuhang focused on blowing dry the slightly damp strands of hair in her hand, occasionally massaging her scalp.
âItâs okay, I can earn money on my own.â
âButâ¦â Lin Yan bit her lip slightly.
The two billion yuan that Lin Youyuan originally left for her was probably intended for her to use the money to revive the Lin family business. With the business thriving, the employeesâ salaries could be paid, and Lin Yan would have enough wealth to live comfortably for the rest of her life. However, what he did not expect was that Lin Yan took drastic action. She took the money, but dissolved the company. Not only did she not get a single penny, but also suffered some losses. After all, the money distributed was only a small portion at that time. More funds from various branches would be transferred over these days.
Others may not understand the reason for her actions, but Song Yuhang did. She touched her head gently.
âMoney is a double-edged sword. It can motivate people to work harder, but it can also lead to moral downfall. Instead of having immense wealth, I hope you can be a happy ordinary person.â
The sound of the hairdryer stopped, and Lin Yan felt warm all over. She turned over and snuggled under the blanket, her voice slightly drowsy.
âBut⦠I havenât bought you a large house, luxury car, diamond ringâ¦â
Song Yuhangâs eyes welled up, dimmed the bedside lamp, and hugged her from behind.
âOne person is worth more than all the riches in the world.â
âNumber 0378, someone is here to see you.â The iron gate clanged open. Zheng Chengrui did not expect anyone to visit him at this point.
He had trimmed his hair and appeared thinner. He numbly got up and followed the prison guard as they walked out.
Duan Cheng sat waiting for him on the other side of the wall.
The prison guard unlocked his handcuffs as Zheng Chengrui sat down. Then, they put on the handcuffs and ankle cuffs. Dressed in dark blue prison clothes with blue and white stripes on the back, it was often jokingly referred to as the âzebra suitâ by the detectives. The color difference between this outfit and the policeâs dark blue uniform was like night and day.
Duan Cheng looked at him, feeling a bit unfamiliar. He stared at the spot on Zheng Chengruiâs chest where a police badge should have been worn, but said nothing.
Zheng Chengrui was surprisingly calm. âYouâre here.â
Duan Cheng replied indifferently, lifting his gaze to look at the stubble that had grown on Zheng Chengruiâs chin. His face now faintly showed traces of the handsome and refined features of the past, but his complexion lacked the previous rosy hue due to the poorer food in the detention center.
âYouâve lost weight.â
Zheng Chengrui smiled slightly, still as honest as before. âI havenât been snacking, so naturally Iâve lost weight.â
Duan Cheng took out a plastic bag from below and handed it to the prison guard standing nearby for inspection.
âYou canât bring in any food, and itâs almost autumn. Iâve brought you some warm clothes and daily necessities.â
Through a transparent glass partition, Zheng Chengrui watched as the prison guard placed the large plastic bag on the table and thoroughly inspected it, feeling through every item, including the layers of clothes inside.
He shifted his gaze back, observing the increasingly mature features of the young man in front of him.
âThank you. Are you and Fang Xin?â
At the mention of Fang Xin, Duan Cheng also smiled.
âIâve introduced her to my parents, and they really like her. Itâs just her parents who havenât agreed yet.â
âThatâs great. I wish you both a harmonious and everlasting marriage in advance.â
His sentence had not been handed down yet, but given the multiple charges, it was unlikely to be lenient. He just wondered if it wouldâ¦
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At this thought, Duan Chengâs eyes welled up, and he slightly turned his body to the side.
Zheng Chengrui, slightly older than him, had grown indifferent to such matters since he embarked on this path, long prepared for the ruin of his reputation.
He simply said, âGo back, live a good life with Fang Xin, and donât come here again.â
Given his particularly serious charges, it was not good for him to frequent this place.
Duan Cheng lifted his head, his eyes red as he asked, âDo you regret it?â
Zheng Chengrui seemed surprised by the question, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly shook his head.
âThe most important thing for a person is to always look forward, how can one always be looking back.â
Duan Cheng seemed to have anticipated his response, slightly curling his lips, turning his head to smile, with red eyes still.
Visiting time was almost up, and the guards started urging them.
He pulled out a photo from his jacket pocket, passed it through the crack at the bottom of the glass.
âSister Lin asked me to give this to you, found it at Pei Jinhongâs house.â
It was a yellowed black and white photo, torn halfway, leaving only a little girl with braided hair smiling sweetly, standing quietly.
The girlâs hand was slightly raised, probably trying to pull a family member, but the other half was missing.
The cold and numb expression on Zheng Chengruiâs face finally showed a crack as his hand holding the photo began to tremble.
His lips quivered, he glanced at Duan Cheng, then back at the little girl in the photo, shaking more intensely.
Duan Cheng stood up, with a hint of pity and regret in his eyes.
âYou say you have no regrets, but do you know, you sold the information to Lin Ge, who then informed the Supreme Lord. It almost got Lin Sister killed, and it also led to yourâ¦â
He propped his hand against the glass, seeming reluctant to continue, closing his eyes slightly as his fingertips clenched into a fist.
âIf it werenât for⦠she could still be alive.â
Trembling all over while holding the photo, Zheng Chengrui shook uncontrollably. Even those who had seen him getting arrested and imprisoned had never seen him with red eyes. He tried to stand up, but was held back by the interrogation chair, unable to break free, his wrists grinding on the table.
Two burly prison guards rushed over to restrain him, pressing him back down, his head hitting the table.
With his eyes wide open, Zheng Chengruiâs glasses fell off, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the table.
A sound akin to a wild beastâs roar escaped his mouth.
Duan Cheng couldnât bear to watch any longer. He loosened his tightly clenched fist from the glass and turned away.
Behind him came the sounds of a man wailing, crying in desperation.
Even as he walked out of the detention center gate, Duan Cheng felt dazed. The cries seemed to linger in his ears, impossible to shake off.
He stepped into the mud puddle and finally noticed that it had started raining outside, though he didnât know when it had begun.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om