Chapter 79: Farewell to Fang Jingxuan

“What should we do, what should we do?” Sun Wenjia’s eyes showed a trace of anxiety.

First, there was the issue of driving without a license, and second, there was a dead body in the car.

If anyone discovered this, it would be impossible to clear their names, even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

“Should I call my dad?” Li Xuan, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up.

As soon as Li Xuan spoke, both Yang Wenhao and Sun Wenjia turned their gaze to her.

Clearly, Sun Wenjia was aware of Li Xuan’s family background. “Wouldn’t that be a bit much?”

“It’s fine. As long as we explain everything clearly, it should be okay.” Li Xuan shook her head.

Li Xuan made a motion to pick up her phone and call, but Yang Wenhao stopped her.

“Let’s see how things go first. If it really comes to it, we can talk about it then.”

Yang Wenhao’s car had been parked for quite a while, which had already attracted the attention of the traffic police nearby.

Soon, two figures in green uniforms approached.

A man and a woman—the man was clean-cut, tall and slender, while the woman was strikingly attractive, a veritable police beauty.

“Please cooperate and show your driver’s license,” the male officer called out.

Yang Wenhao hesitated for a moment, then reached as if to pull something out of his pocket.

Sun Wenjia and Li Xuan, sitting in the back seat, looked extremely nervous.

Driver’s license? There was no such thing to show!

But just as Sun Wenjia and Li Xuan were worrying, Yang Wenhao actually produced a driver’s license and handed it to the policeman.

The officer carefully examined the license, then nodded. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

“Huh?”

Sun Wenjia and Li Xuan were dumbfounded, both looking as if they couldn’t believe their eyes.

Hadn’t he said he didn’t have a license? And Yang Wenhao was about their age—how could he possibly have a license?

Judging by the officer’s reaction, it seemed genuine.

But since nothing happened, everyone breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Just as the male officer was about to leave, the policewoman beside him stopped him.

“What is it?” the officer asked, puzzled.

The policewoman’s keen eyes were fixed on the old man in the passenger seat.

He sat slumped, eyes closed, as if he were simply asleep.

Seeing this, Sun Wenjia and Li Xuan silently cursed their luck.

It was said that women are meticulous. The male officer had been ready to leave, but the sharp-eyed policewoman called him back.

“Is he asleep?” she asked.

Yang Wenhao scratched his cheek, unsure how to respond. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

The woman’s brows knit at his vague reply. She circled around to the passenger side window for a closer look.

“We’re done for,” Yang Wenhao thought helplessly. Everything else was manageable—he could spend points to buy a license, but he couldn’t bring the dead back to life.

All three held their breath as the policewoman’s every step made their hearts pound.

Yang Wenhao’s expression changed; then he opened the door and smiled. “Miss.”

“Yes?” she turned to look at him.

“This is an elder of mine. He suffers from narcolepsy and doesn’t like being disturbed. Could you make an exception?” Yang Wenhao took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and offered one to the male officer.

The male officer waved his hand, indicating he didn’t smoke.

Yang Wenhao turned to offer one to the policewoman, then paused—she was a woman, after all. But to his surprise, she reached out and took it.

“Huh?” Yang Wenhao was at a loss.

She lit the cigarette and exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “That’s a dead man in your passenger seat, isn’t it?”

At her words, Sun Wenjia and Li Xuan both shuddered.

The male officer, closest to Yang Wenhao, immediately stepped back several paces, eyeing him warily.

Yang Wenhao, however, remained calm. “You have a sharp eye, Miss.”

“Not particularly,” she replied. “My family has ties to this line of work. I can spot things like this.”

Clearly, this policewoman came from a notable background.

Yang Wenhao smiled. “We were just about to take him to the station.”

“In that case, I’ll go with you,” she said.

“Ling, are you sure?” the male officer looked at her, somewhat reluctant.

“It’s fine,” she shook her head. “Go tell the captain I’m leaving on business.”

“All right,” he agreed.

In the end, the policewoman got in the car with them.

There were now three women in the back seat.

Yang Wenhao was helpless. This policewoman was bold, to risk getting in like this—was she not afraid he’d attack her, then commit unspeakable acts?

But, alas, Yang Wenhao was not that kind of person.

Before long, with Yang Wenhao’s “skilled” driving, they arrived in front of the police station.

As they parked, a familiar figure emerged from the building.

“Tang Ling,” the figure called to the policewoman, beckoning her over.

As the figure approached, Yang Wenhao recognized her—Fang Jingxuan, the police beauty he’d met two months ago.

He hadn’t expected her to be acquainted with this policewoman.

“Hey, you’re…” Fang Jingxuan was trying to recall, but couldn’t remember Yang Wenhao’s name.

“Yang Wenhao,” he prompted.

“Oh, right, it’s you.” She looked at him. “What is it—did you kill someone?”

Fang Jingxuan’s tone was calm, as if murder were an everyday affair.

Behind them, Sun Wenjia and Li Xuan were speechless. What kind of people were these? You seldom saw them around, but now they were all showing up, and every one of them was a character.

Yang Wenhao’s mouth twitched. “It wasn’t me.”

“Come on, let’s go in,” Fang Jingxuan said. “Mu Yu kept saying she wanted to treat you to a meal, but she didn’t have your number. Since we’ve run into each other today, I’ll call her over.”

Two months already, and she still remembered. Yang Wenhao himself had almost forgotten.

Inside the station, Fang Jingxuan also noticed Sun Wenjia and Li Xuan following behind Yang Wenhao.

She gestured to them. “You all sit for now. Li Xuan, come here a moment.”

“Huh?” Yang Wenhao and Sun Wenjia looked at Li Xuan in surprise.

They hadn’t expected Li Xuan to know Fang Jingxuan.

Li Xuan herself was taken aback, clearly not expecting Fang Jingxuan to recognize her, but she nodded and followed.

Soon, only Yang Wenhao and Sun Wenjia were left in the hall. The policewoman Tang Ling had already left.

“Brother Hao, can I ask you a question? Please answer me seriously.” Sun Wenjia’s beautiful eyes sparkled as she looked at Yang Wenhao.

He nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Are you one of those martial artists from the legends, the ones who can leap across rooftops?”

Yang Wenhao looked at her in surprise. “Why do you think that?”

(End of chapter)