Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 4 The future is long
The atmosphere instantly became tense, and the police officers watching dared not breathe, fearing that the fire at the city gate would affect the innocent bystanders.

Especially Xiao Song, who was standing next to Lu Jingming, could clearly feel the low pressure emanating from Captain Lu.

He was also puzzled. Although Captain Lu was usually aloof, he was very well-mannered and rarely confronted people so aggressively. Why was he acting so strangely today?

It's the 21st century, it can't be gender discrimination, can it?
Xiao Song feels that her idol's public image is gradually collapsing...

Wei Qingsong stared at his sharply defined profile, remained silent for a moment, then smiled with narrowed eyes: "I'm not interfering with you, I'm helping you."

"No need. I'll explain it to Director Wang later. Traditional criminal investigation is sufficient for solving cases; we don't need psychological experts."

He turned and walked into the night, waving his hand: "Let's call it a day."

Looking at his almost cold and ruthless back, Wei Qingsong's smile vanished. She paused for a moment, then took a step to catch up with him.

"Going back to the police station? Take my car, I'll give you a ride."

Lu Jingming ignored him and climbed straight into the police car, impatiently urging, "Drive."

It felt like if we were a second too late, a ghost would catch up with us.

Accustomed to receiving orders, Xiao Song in the driver's seat subconsciously stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.

Chen Jin opened the door of another police car. Before getting in, he hesitated and turned back to Wei Qingsong, saying, "That's just how Captain Lu is. Don't take it to heart."

"I know." Wei Qingsong smiled at him, forcing a smile.

Of course, she...understands Lu Jingming better than anyone else.

Six years ago, she hurt Lu Jingming, so how could she expect him to treat her well?

If it were her, she wouldn't be able to let it go so easily either.

Chen Jin glanced at her a couple of times, sighed, and then turned and got into the car.

Only after several police cars disappeared into the rain did Wei Qingsong slowly let out a sigh of relief.

"It's alright, there's plenty of time."

At 2 a.m., Lu Jingming was still in the office.

He lay on the swivel chair with his legs crossed and propped up on the table, holding a sheet of paper filled with writing, on which were some keywords.

Rubbing his sore eyes, Lu Jingming covered his face with a piece of paper, intending to take a nap, but the paper was suddenly taken away.

He looked up and saw Wei Qingsong standing in front of the table, smiling gently at him.

"How's Captain Lu's investigation going? Do you need my help?" Wei Qingsong asked softly, turning the paper over and over in the light.

Lu Jingming put his feet off the table, snatched the paper back, and said coldly, "Why are you still here?"

By the time the team returned, it was already very late, and Director Wang had already left. We could only explain the situation to Director Wang the next day.

He had already made things so clear to Wei Qingsong at Tianmen Bridge, and he thought she would just leave like that.

However, it does not.

"Because you're still here." Wei Qingsong didn't mind and came closer with a grin.

"Your shamelessness is truly astounding," Lu Jingming said with a mocking smile.

"Really?" Wei Qingsong feigned innocence and pulled at his face.

Lu Jingming didn't want to continue arguing with her. He casually tossed the paper onto the table and turned his head away in silence.

Wei Qingsong's gaze never left Lu Jingming's face.

Compared to six years ago, this face has shed its youthful innocence, and its features are now more sharp.

Lu Jingming ignored her intense gaze and said indifferently, "You can leave now, or you won't be able to get a taxi any later."

Wei Qingsong chuckled softly, her voice ringing out clearly in the quiet office: "I drove here." She paused, her smile lingering: "You're worried about me, aren't you?"

Lu Jingming was taken aback; he had simply forgotten.

Perhaps his mind was in turmoil, or rather, when it came to matters concerning her, all the calm and rationality he was so proud of had vanished.

He thought of that flashy sports car, and a snort escaped his lips.

From the day I met Wei Qingsong, I knew she had the airs of a pampered young lady. She always had a driver to pick her up and drop her off wherever she went, so she would never stoop to taking a taxi.

Wei Qingsong placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, tilted her head, and stared at his sharply defined profile: "Aren't you leaving yet? I'll see you off."

Lu Jingming didn't even look up, his tone impatient: "I won't trouble Consultant Wei, I'll sleep here tonight."

Wei Qingsong curled her lip and asked again, "If you don't go home, won't Jing Huan do anything about it?"

Mentioning Lu Jinghuan, his expression grew even colder. He glanced at Wei Qingsong with a detached look, and his voice turned icy: "What's it to you?"

Seeing his reaction, Wei Qingsong pursed her lips tightly, her expression downcast.

"After returning to China, I tried to message Jing Huan, only to find that she had blocked me."

"This is what you deserve." Lu Jingming sneered, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Wei Qingsong stopped speaking and just stared straight at him with her wet eyes.

Lu Jingming couldn't stand Wei Qingsong looking at him like that, but he couldn't lash out, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended she didn't exist.

Wei Qingsong stood there for a while, but Lu Jingming didn't speak again. Thinking he had fallen asleep, she sighed, tiptoed out, turned off the light, and closed the door.

Hearing a "click," Lu Jingming opened his eyes and stared straight at the door.

He couldn't understand why Wei Qingsong wanted to come back.

She left without saying goodbye, and six years passed without her noticing, disappearing from his world.

He has been trying to forget, but with little success.

Wei Qingsong's sudden turn of events almost undoed his six years of self-brainwashing.

early morning.

Lu Jingming was still half asleep when Wei Qingsong stepped into the office carrying two breakfasts.

Passing by Lu Jingming's seat, she placed her breakfast on the table, walked straight into the conference room without looking to the side, and began to eat her own breakfast.

Even though there were hardly any people in the office at that time, and no one would notice what was happening in this corner, Wei Qingsong still sat nervously at the table, peeking out through the glass window.

Lu Jingming was a light sleeper and was easily awakened by her movements. He looked at the breakfast on the table and was somewhat surprised.

The former Wei Qingsong was a pampered young lady who couldn't bear the slightest grievance. Yesterday, he said such harsh words... She should have been heartbroken and ignored him, but she didn't.

Once, Wei Qingsong accidentally dropped his treasured album. In a moment of panic, he pushed Wei Qingsong, though not with much force. Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

"Lu Jingming, you hit me! I want to break up with you!" The girl's voice was sweet and coquettish, and his heart softened instantly.

No treasured album can compare to the girl in front of me.

In the end, he lost the album and had to gently comfort the sulking girl.

Later, his little girl also left.

I used to like singers, but I don't like them anymore.

But, honestly, can he really let go of his love for Wei Qingsong?
That was someone he cherished and valued for many years.

(End of this chapter)