A perfect crime? To me, it's full of flaws!

"sit."

Director Gong pointed to the leather chair opposite his desk. His voice was not loud, but it carried the oppressive feeling of someone who had long held a high position.

Qi Feng stiffly took a step forward, walked to the chair, and took a deep breath.

My buttocks were just about to touch the edge of the leather chair.

"You two are sharing a room?"

Qi Feng suddenly sprang up, and the chair slid back half a meter.

"Yes...yes. But that is..." Qi Feng stammered, his tongue tied in knots, and a layer of white sweat instantly seeped out from his forehead.

Director Gong leaned back in his large chair and raised his right hand to wave.

"It's alright. They're young, I understand. I'm not some old fogey!"

However, judging from his tone, Qi Feng didn't seem to care at all, so he quickly began to make amends.

"We truly love each other!"

Director Gong didn't respond. Instead, he opened the drawer on his right, took out a black velvet mat, and laid it flat on the table.

Then, he reached down to touch his lower back.

A black Type 92 pistol was patted onto the velvet cloth.

Qi Feng's eyelids twitched violently, and his breath caught in his throat for a second.

Director Gong removed the magazine and placed it on the left side of the mat.

Pull the slide with your right hand to inspect the chamber.

After confirming that there were no bullets, he removed the slide, took out the recoil spring and the barrel.

The movements were skillful, fluid, and without a single unnecessary motion.

He unscrewed a box of special gun oil, took out a cleaning rod, dipped it in the oil, and began to maintain his gun.

Qi Feng dared not move at this moment and could only stand straight in place, forcing a smile on his face, but the smile was not very pleasant.

He was internally screaming: No wonder your daughter is so old and has never had a boyfriend! With a father like you, who would dare to pursue your daughter! And what's with you, a department-level cadre, carrying a gun? Is that something you should be carrying? Isn't that equipment for us frontline soldiers?!

Despite his complaints, Qi Feng knew that Director Gong wouldn't actually kill him.

If Lin Haitang, that fierce girl, is provoked, she might really shoot. But this guy in front of us is a seasoned veteran.

This is purely a father-in-law's use of force to intimidate the pig that has stolen his cabbage.

Time passed by, second by second.

After wiping the gun barrel, Director Gong took a clean, soft cloth and carefully wiped away the fingerprints and oil stains on the slide.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't look up at Qi Feng even once.

Qi Feng swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Director Gong began assembly: the barrel was reset, the recoil spring was installed, and the slide was pushed up.

"Click."

The sound of the sleeve resetting was extremely jarring in the quiet office.

Director Gong put the empty magazine back into the grip.

He didn't put the gun away, but casually placed it beside him, less than ten centimeters away from his right hand.

Finally, he raised his head, his gaze piercing Qi Feng.

When are you planning to get married?

Qi Feng was stunned. "Ah...ah?"

Director Gong tapped his fingers on the table.

"What? You're just playing around?"

"No! No! Of course not!" Qi Feng waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head like a rattle drum. "It's just that when you ask me this suddenly, I don't quite understand."

Director Gong picked up the paper cup and took a sip of water.

"I know about your family situation. I'll talk to your master about this. You're not getting any younger; things that need to be settled can be settled."

His tone was calm, yet it conveyed an undeniable determination.

"Haitang, I've spoiled her rotten since she was little. She's straightforward and fiery, so please be tolerant and get along with her." Director Gong's gaze swept over the Type 92 pistol on the table. "But if you dare to bully her..."

Qi Feng tensed up. "Don't worry, sir! I absolutely won't fight back or talk back!"

Director Gong withdrew his gaze. "Ah, there's no need for that. Just act normally."

Qi Feng nodded frantically.

He was an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, and his marriage depended on his master, Liu Yuanshan.

The old man hates trouble the most, he'll probably complain.

But his wife would be ecstatic. In the two years since graduation, she has been arranging blind dates for him, fearing that he would remain a bachelor for the rest of his life.

"Alright, get out." Director Gong waved him away. "You handled the last case well. The Municipal Bureau was going to recommend you for commendation, but I stopped them."

"As a newcomer who has only been out of school for two years, it's not a good thing to be too sharp. In the police force, seniority and experience are equally important. You're just riding on someone else's collective success. As for individual achievements, you're still young, there's no rush."

Qi Feng nodded. "Ah, I'm fine with either."

He loves money, but he doesn't crave credit.

Frontline criminal police officers risk their lives in wind and rain; they are the true heroes.

Director Gong stopped him from making a personal contribution; this was to protect him and prevent him from standing out too much. Qi Fengmen was very clear about such social niceties.

He turned to leave, his hand just touching the doorknob.

"etc."

Two long, white, strip-shaped objects flew through the air in an arc and landed in Qi Feng's arms.

Qi Feng caught it in a flurry of activity.

The packaging was pure white, without any trademark, but printed with red numbers. It was the same special-supply cigarettes that he had previously smuggled from his teacher's wife and then had been stolen by Zhao Gang—a whole two cartons.

"Here, take this cigarette. Smoke less." Director Gong looked down, opened a document, and picked up a pen.

"Thank you, leader!" Qi Feng grinned, grabbed his cigarettes, and walked out.

There was absolutely no embarrassment.

Your daughter is mine now, so you can have as many cigarettes as you want from now on!

I opened the office door and went out.

Lin Haitang happened to walk over from the other end of the corridor, carrying a black briefcase. She walked briskly, skipping along, clearly in a good mood.

They saw Qi Feng emerge unharmed, still holding two packs of cigarettes in his hands.

She said with a slightly teasing tone, "So, you passed the test?"

Qi Feng patted the two packs of cigarettes in his pocket, raised his chin, and looked smug.

"Yes. From now on, you will be Mrs. Qi."

Lin Haitang paused, a blush instantly rising to her cheeks, and glared at Qi Feng.

"Tch! I haven't agreed yet!"

Qi Feng leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Quickly send your dad some things. After get off work tonight, let's go to my teacher's wife's house for dinner together."

Lin Haitang asked, puzzled. "Today?"

"We must go today," Qi Feng said firmly.

I must be the first to do this.

If Director Gong were to speak with his master first, and then his master were to tell his wife, Qi Feng would definitely be scolded by his wife, who would grab his ear.

"Okay." Lin Haitang agreed readily. She knew Qi Feng's teacher's wife, but they weren't very familiar with each other. Besides, she would have to meet the parents sooner or later anyway, so she might as well make it more straightforward.

With the matter resolved, Qi Feng curled his lips into his signature wicked smile.

Master, you ran quite fast today.

But I doubt you'll be here for dinner tonight.

Hehe, then don't blame your apprentice for telling on you!