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On the day the official appointment notice came, Su Ning was practicing at the shooting range.

My phone vibrated, and a long-forgotten name appeared on the screen—Xiangxiang.

Since their last argument, Su Ning hasn't called Xiang Xiang once, wishing they could cut off all contact completely.

"Hello?" Su Ning wiped the sweat from her hands and pressed the answer button.

"Fan...I heard you got promoted?" Xiangxiang's voice was cautious. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you," Su Ning said calmly.

"Um... can I treat you to a meal? Just to celebrate." Xiangxiang paused. "There are some things I want to say to you in person."

"Okay! But it's on you."

In the restaurant at dusk, Xiangxiang's makeup was still as exquisite as ever.

It's clear that even without him, her life remains wonderful and comfortable.

She nervously fiddled with her napkin until the waiter had finished serving the food before she spoke.

“I told my mom about our situation…” her voice trailed off, “and she thought… being a police officer was a stable job.”

Suning almost burst out laughing.

Xiangxiang's mother had always looked down on him as a police auxiliary officer, but her attitude has changed quickly.

"So?" he asked slowly, cutting his steak.

"Can we...start over?" Xiangxiang looked up, tears welling in her eyes. "I can pretend that day never happened."

Suning put down his knife and fork.

Reason told him he should refuse, but then he thought that the identity of a formal police officer did indeed require a more "stable" image.

not to mention……

"Okay." He reached out and wiped away Xiangxiang's tears. "But I have to make it clear in advance that work will get busier and busier."

Xiangxiang stopped crying and smiled: "It's okay, I understand!"

Just as the two were clinking glasses, the restaurant door was pushed open, and Jiang Dijia walked in arm in arm with a man in a sharp suit.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Dijia visibly stiffened, then put on a professional smile.

"Officer Jian, what a coincidence." As she walked over, Xiangxiang immediately tensed up.

"Miss Jiang." Su Ning nodded in greeting, her gaze sweeping over the man beside her. "And this gentleman is?"

“Mr. Lin, the Marketing Director of Dingshan,” Jiang Dijia introduced, her eyes fixed on Xiangxiang.

"I came to dinner with my girlfriend today." Su Ning deliberately emphasized the last two words.

Jiang Dijia's lips twitched slightly: "I see! Officer Jian, shall we talk about 'Bo Ruyi' another day?"

"You're welcome anytime," Suning said with a smile.

After Jiang Dijia walked away, Xiangxiang immediately asked, "Hasn't 'Thin Wings' been sold to them yet?"

"A formula as thin as a wing is very precious! Naturally, it's not something we can easily sell to them." Su Ning glossed over it casually, but in his heart, he was calculating Jiang Dijia's next move.

Then Suning took Xiangxiang to a hotel and booked a room. They played wildly for a long time before finally settling down, satisfied.

However, Xiangxiang took the initiative to light a cigarette for Su Ning, "Jian Fan, why are you so amazing today?"

Wasn't it powerful before?

"It's completely different from today."

"It's probably because we haven't seen each other for several days."

"I wish you could be this energetic every day."

"Then let's continue..."

"Ah...you're serious?"

……

Three days later, late at night, Su Ning had just finished his shift and returned home when he found a familiar red sports car parked downstairs in his apartment building.

Jiang Dijia leaned against the car, swirling a bottle of red wine in her hand.

"Miss Jiang, is there something you need so late?" Su Ning approached and smelled a faint scent of perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol.

Jiang Dijia's cheeks flushed slightly: "Congratulations on your promotion, Officer Jian!"

She leaned close to Su Ning's ear, "Aren't you going to take me upstairs for a bit?"

"please."

In the apartment elevator, Jiang Dijia was practically pressed against Su Ning.

As soon as she entered, she took the initiative to kiss him, her hands eagerly unbuttoning Su Ning's uniform.

"Wait a minute." Su Ning grabbed her restless hand. "Miss Jiang, what are you doing..."

"Stop pretending," Jiang Dijia gasped, "Isn't this what you like? You bad man."

Su Ning laughed and pinned her against the wall: "Women don't love bad men. That's an age-old ironclad rule."

Afterwards, Jiang Dijia leaned against the headboard and smoked, her expression ambiguous amidst the swirling smoke.

"Satisfied?" Su Ning handed her a glass of water.

"Jian Fan, I never expected you to be this kind of person." Jiang Dijia took the water glass, her tone complicated.

“Same to you.” Su Ning sat on the edge of the bed. “You just want the ‘Thin as a Wing’ formula, right? I’ll write it down for you right now.”

Jiang Dijia's hand trembled, spilling water on the bed sheet: "How much?"

"It's free, consider it a gift from me." Su Ning took out paper and pen and began to write quickly.

Jiang Dijia stared blankly as he smoothly wrote down line after line of ingredients and steps, until Su Ning handed her the complete recipe, at which point she snapped out of her daze.

"Why?" she asked, her voice strained.

Su Ning looked directly into her eyes: "Jiang Dijia, if it weren't for this formula, would you still be willing to be with me?"

Silence spread between the two.

Jiang Dijia opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

"Alright! The answer is obvious." Su Ning shoved the formula into her hand. "But you must tell your brother that this formula has limitations and is not suitable for long-term storage. Don't even think about scaling up production."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Dijia frowned.

"Why do you think our family doesn't own a food factory?" Su Ning sneered. "'Thin as a Wing' must be made and eaten fresh; mass-produced food will spoil in less than three days."

Jiang Dijia put away the formula with some skepticism, hurriedly dressed, and left.

The smile on Su Ning's face disappeared after the door closed.

He walked to the window, watched the red sports car disappear into the night, and murmured to himself, "The game has begun."

……

On her first day off after being officially hired, Suning was woken up by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Brother! Open the door! I know you're home!" A clear female voice accompanied the incessant ringing of the doorbell.

Su Ning rubbed her temples as she opened the door, and a girl with a ponytail rushed in like a gust of wind.

This is his younger sister, Peach Blossom, who now helps out at the family restaurant.

"Brother! Mom and Dad are so biased!" Peach plopped down on the sofa, complaining angrily, "They bought you a Volkswagen Passat worth over 200,000 yuan, but I don't even have a computer!"

"Don't you have a laptop?" Su Ning poured her a glass of water.

"That crappy computer can't even run Photoshop!" Peach Blossom pulled out her phone, swiped a few times, and handed it to Suning. "Look at this, a Dell XPS, only 4800!"

Suning glanced at the price: "Only? How much is your monthly allowance?"

"I have 800 in savings!" Peach Blossom's eyes sparkled. "Brother, you can just add 4000!"

"Don't even think about it." Su Ning turned to leave, but Tao Hua pounced on him and clung to his back.

"That's not fair! You have a new car!" Peach Blossom clung to Su Ning like a koala. "I don't care! I won't get down until you agree!"

The two got into a fight in the living room, which ended with Suning wallet losing 4000 yuan.

After succeeding, Peach Blossom immediately changed her expression and cheerfully massaged Su Ning's shoulders and back.

"Brother, you're the best!" she blinked her big eyes. "By the way, I saw you with two beautiful women yesterday. Which one is my future sister-in-law?"

"Don't ask questions like a child." Su Ning flicked her forehead; neither of them were people Su Ning liked.

"Tch, I'm already nineteen!" Peach Blossom pouted. "But I think the one in the red dress suits you better; the other one is too pretentious."

Su Ning raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Why?"

"Intuition!" Peach Blossom said mysteriously, "And the way she looks at you... tsk tsk, there's definitely something going on!"

Just then, Suning's phone rang. The caller ID showed "Director Zhao".

"Jian Fan, assemble at the police training ground at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. The special training for reserve team members is about to begin. Don't be late."

"clear."

……

On the training ground, thirty newly recruited police officers stood in formation.

Captain Qin walked around the area with his hands behind his back and stopped in front of Su Ning.

"Jian Fan, I've heard you're a good shot?"

"Reporting to the captain, it's alright." Su Ning straightened his back.

"Let me demonstrate," Captain Qin said, pointing to the target fifty meters away.

Su Ning took the Type 92 pistol, skillfully checked the magazine, loaded it, and aimed.

The series of movements were fluid and graceful, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Ten gunshots rang out almost in a row.

The target reporter ran over to check and shouted incredulously, "Ten rings! All ten rings!"

The training ground erupted in an uproar.

Captain Qin smiled, a rare sight on his face: "Not bad! But..."

He suddenly raised his voice, "Police officers are not snipers! Street enforcement is more about rapid, close-range response!"

He gestured, and five rotating targets at different distances rose in the center of the field: "Rapid fire on moving targets, start the timer!"

Suning took a deep breath, raised his gun, and fired.

All five bullets hit the bullseye within six seconds.

"Great!" Even Liang Wuyun, who was usually serious, couldn't help but cheer.

She is now an assistant coach for the reserve team, responsible for recording everyone's performance.

But when he looked at his old classmate Su Ning, the light in his eyes became increasingly subtle.

In the afternoon's street duty training, Su Ning and Xiao Chenggang were assigned to the same group.

They were sent to patrol the commercial district and simulate handling various emergencies.

"Old Jian, look over there!" Xiao Chenggang suddenly pointed across the street, "Isn't that the convoy of the big star Zhou Yutong?"

A convoy of black SUVs with their hazard lights flashing was parked on the side of the road, and several bodyguard-like men were driving away the onlookers.

A slender woman wearing sunglasses walked briskly towards the mall entrance.

Just then, Suning's walkie-talkie rang: "Attention, Team B, the mall has reported a pickpocketing gang. Please proceed to provide support immediately."

"Received." Just as Su Ning took a step, a nanny van that suddenly reversed almost hit him.

Instead of apologizing, the bodyguard shoved him viciously.

"Police! On official business!" Su Ning flashed his badge.

"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!" The bodyguard was nearly 1.9 meters tall with bulging muscles and didn't take the thin Su Ning seriously at all.

Conflict is about to break out.

The bodyguard tried to subdue Su Ning with a grappling move, but Su Ning twisted his hand and pinned him directly against the car's hood.

The other bodyguards rushed forward upon seeing this.

"The police are beating people!" someone shouted, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

Five minutes later, when the reinforcements arrived.

Six tall, burly bodyguards lay sprawled on the ground, groaning.

Although Su Ning and Xiao Chenggang's uniforms were disheveled, at least they were standing.

The crowd had grown to several layers deep, with many people taking photos with their phones.

To make matters worse, reporters arrived on the scene, their cameras and microphones pointed at the area.

"Fellow citizens!" Su Ning suddenly raised his voice, "Thank you all for your courage and help in subduing this group of fraudsters impersonating celebrity bodyguards!"

The entire room fell silent for a second.

"A fraudster?" a reporter asked, puzzled.

“That’s right!” Su Ning said without changing his expression. “We received a report that someone is impersonating Ms. Zhou Yutong’s team to carry out fraudulent activities. These people…”

He pointed at the bodyguards on the ground, saying, "They refused to cooperate with the police investigation and even violently resisted the law!"

The real Zhou Yutong arrived hastily accompanied by her agent, and her face turned green upon hearing this explanation: "Nonsense! They are my official bodyguards!"

"Really?" Su Ning looked "surprised." "Then please show us their security qualification certificate and your ID. Fraud gangs have been rampant lately, and we must verify the identity of every citizen."

The reporters' cameras immediately turned to Zhou Yutong.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, she had no choice but to cooperate with the investigation.

It turned out to be a misunderstanding, but Suning's clever response successfully shifted the focus of the conflict.

This turned a police-civilian conflict into positive coverage of a police due diligence investigation.

Back at the police station, after listening to the report, Captain Qin patted Su Ning on the shoulder, a rare occurrence for him: "Well handled. However..."

He lowered his voice, "Don't hit so hard next time. One of the bodyguards is still in the hospital getting a CT scan."

"..."

……

At the headquarters of Dingshan Group, Jiang Jiuding is holding an emergency board meeting.

"Our 'Thin as a Wing' product has achieved sales of over two million in just one week since its launch!" the marketing director excitedly reported. "Major supermarkets and e-commerce platforms are placing additional orders!"

Jiang Jiuding nodded in satisfaction: "Increase production and double sales next month."

“But Mr. Jiang,” the production manager hesitated, “Jian Fan warned that this formula is not suitable for long-term storage…”

"Idiot!" Jiang Jiuding slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "He's just afraid we'll steal his business! What do you mean it can't be preserved? Just add preservatives, and that's it!"

"..."

In the corner, Jiang Dijia nervously flipped through the quality inspection report.

Three supermarkets have reported that some of their products have slightly spoiled.

She remembered Su Ning's warning and hesitated whether to tell her brother.

After the meeting, she stopped Jiang Jiuding, who was about to leave: "Brother, I think what Jian Fan said might be true. Shouldn't we..."

"Enough!" Jiang Jiuding interrupted her impatiently. "You wouldn't actually have fallen for that kid, would you? Don't forget our purpose!"

Jiang Dijia's face paled: "I haven't forgotten. But..."

“No buts!” Jiang Jiuding sneered. “I still have a lot of confidence in ‘Bo Ruyi’.”

At the same time, Suning was doing extra training at the shooting range.

Liang Wuyun walked over and handed him a bottle of water.

"You did well today," she rarely praised, "but you've been getting too close to the Jiang siblings from Ding Shan."

Su Ning paused, wiping his gun: "What do you mean?"

"The Economic Crime Investigation Department is investigating Dingshan, suspecting them of smuggling and money laundering." Liang Wuyun lowered her voice. "Be careful, don't get involved."

Suning nodded thoughtfully.

It seems there are ulterior motives behind the Chiang family's demand for the "thin as a wing" formula, and the storm has only just begun.

When he got home, he found Xiangxiang sitting at the door waiting for him, holding a cake in her hands.

"Surprise!" Xiangxiang said with a smile, "Celebrating your one-month probation!"

"Thank you."

Suning smiled as he accepted the cake, but in his heart he was thinking: In this game, who is the real hunter?
“Su Ning, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but now if I don’t see you for a day, I miss you terribly.”

"real or fake?"

"Don't believe me? Listen to my heartbeat."

"What a charming little vixen! I don't want to eat cake right now, I want to eat you."

"what……"

...(End of chapter)