First, then, love.

Second floor stairwell.

The thermos in Dafei's hand crashed to the ground with a loud bang and rolled a long way away.

"Holy...holy shit?!"

The air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Deputy Team Leader He.

He Zheng didn't care at all about the stares of those around him.

He glanced at the sofa in the corner of the hall.

"Go sit down."

He took Shu Yao's hand and pressed her down onto the sofa.

Then, he knelt down on one knee in front of Shu Yao, stretched out his large hand, and grasped the woman's slender ankle.

Gently place her legs on your knees.

With two fingers applying slight pressure, I massaged her sore calves.

The movements were skillful and cautious.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll buy the groceries on my way home," he asked her, rubbing his legs as he looked up.

"Eat sweet and sour pork ribs, but don't put scallions in them." Shu Yao enjoyed the service from the living devil with a clear conscience.

"You've spoiled me."

He Zheng snorted coldly, but his eyes were full of indulgence.

Second floor railing.

A deathly silence.

Dafei swallowed hard and turned to look at Lao Xu, who was also frozen in shock.

"Old Xu...didn't you say...He Zu's wife is a tigress capable of uprooting a willow tree?"

Old Xu's mouth was agape, his face slapped repeatedly, and he couldn't utter a single word.

My worldview has collapsed.

At this moment, the entire understanding of the Major Crimes Investigation Team was completely shattered and rebuilt.

After kneading for five minutes, He Zheng stood up.

"Alright, let's go back. Drive slowly."

"Okay, Officer He, thank you for your hard work."

Shu Yao stood up and put on sunglasses.

She turned around and walked out of the provincial government building with a brisk pace, leaving behind only a lingering, alluring scent of tuberose.

He Zheng looked at the gate.

He then turned around and patted his trouser leg.

The gentleness on her face vanished completely the moment she turned away.

He raised his head, his sharp gaze fixed on the second-floor stairwell.

"What are you looking at! You're so bored, aren't you? Go check yesterday's case file three more times! If you don't hand it in before you leave work, you'll all be staying up all night!"

A loud shout echoed throughout the hall.

"yes!"

The group of subordinates who had been spying on them on the second floor were so terrified that they scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Dafei roared inwardly as he ran to his workstation.

*

This "declaration of sovereignty" in the lobby of the provincial department's supervision team became the most secretive and hottest topic of conversation in the entire compound in less than half a day.

The living Yama not only has a wife, but she is also a stunning beauty who dares to walk around the provincial government hall like a fashion show.

Those young policewomen who had been subtly flirting with him have completely given up on their plans.

When Dafei and Lao Xu's subordinates reported on their work, their attitude became more respectful than before.

Just kidding, a woman who can tame this fearsome demon is a truly ruthless character.

Working non-stop for several days in a row.

The provincial department's supervisory team successively cracked down on two criminal gangs entrenched in a neighboring city.

Interrogation, evidence collection, and arrest.

The office area was brightly lit for several nights in a row.

Three o'clock in the morning.

He Zheng sat at his desk, staring at the confession on the computer screen.

He raised his hand and rubbed his aching temples.

My throat felt dry and stinging, like I had swallowed a razor blade.

He coughed softly twice, his voice muffled.

"He Zheng, are you alright?" Da Fei walked over with a bowl of instant noodles, noticing He Zheng's unusual expression.

Normally, He Zheng exudes a fierce and energetic spirit.

But today, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and his breathing was abnormally heavy.

"It's nothing." He Zheng picked up the cold tea on the table and took a big gulp.

The icy water slid into his stomach, but instead of quelling the heat, it sent a chill down his spine.

"The case files are now complete; the rest will be transferred to the procuratorate."

He Zheng stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair.

As he stood up, his tall frame swayed almost imperceptibly.

My vision went black for half a second.

He quickly braced himself on the table with one hand to regain his balance.

Dafei was startled and quickly threw down the instant noodle bucket.

"Hey, why is your face so red? Do you have a fever? It's been getting colder these past few days, and you've been staying up all night for four nights in a row..."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go home."

He Zheng interrupted him, picked up his car keys, and strode out of the office area.

A black SUV drove into the underground parking garage.

He Zheng pulled out the car key and opened the car door.

My legs felt as heavy as lead, and cold sweat dripped down my forehead.

He gritted his teeth and stepped into the elevator.

Unlock with fingerprint and push the door open.

The house was pitch black except for the motion-sensor light in the entryway.

"Woof..."

The God of War walked over from the balcony.

Normally, the dog would excitedly wag its tail and pounce on you, but today, its keen nose sensed its owner's weakness.

It stepped forward, nuzzled He Zheng's calf with its big head, and let out a worried whimper.

He Zheng reached out his burning hot hand and touched the God of War's head.

"Get out of here." The voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

I changed my shoes, but I didn't even have the strength to take off my clothes.

He slumped onto the large leather sofa in the living room, closed his eyes, and felt aches and chills seeping from every bone in his body.

A soft sound came from the master bedroom door.

Shu Yao, wearing a silk nightgown, came out rubbing her eyes.

"He Zheng? You're back? Why aren't the lights on?"

She touched the light switch on the wall.

"Smack."

The living room ceiling light was on, and the glaring light made He Zheng frown uncomfortably.

Shu Yao immediately noticed that something was wrong.

The tough guy, who usually sits upright and stands straight, was now slumped in the sofa, his brows furrowed, his breathing heavy, and his chest heaving violently.

"What's wrong with you?"

Shu Yao walked over quickly, reached out, and placed her hand on He Zheng's forehead.

It was terribly hot, like a burning furnace.

"You have a fever!" Shu Yao instantly woke up, her eyes wide open.

He Zheng forced open his eyelids and looked at her.

"It's nothing. Just a minor cold." His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, and he raised his hand to try and remove Shu Yao's hand.

"You call this a minor cold? You could fry an egg with that!"

Shu Yao flung his hand away, turned and ran to the TV cabinet, where she pulled out the first-aid kit.

Take out the electronic thermometer and aim it at He Zheng's forehead.

"drop."

The screen lit up with a glaring red light.

39.5 degrees.

Shu Yao gasped.

"Get up! Go to the hospital!" She threw down the thermometer and reached out to grab He Zheng's arm.

He Zheng remained motionless, as heavy as a mountain.

"I'm not going to the hospital." He stubbornly closed his eyes. "I'll just take a nap and sweat it out, and I'll be fine."

He's a tough guy who usually doesn't even need anesthesia when he's wounded by gunshot, and he has an almost blind disdain for colds and fevers.

"Send you a damn thing!"

Shu Yao was furious.

This man usually has a whole set of tricks up his sleeve when he's trying to control her.

When it's my turn to get sick, I'm as stubborn as a mule.

"39.5 degrees Celsius! Your brain's fried; you'll be an idiot for the rest of your life!"

She turned around and filled a large glass of warm water from the water dispenser, then rummaged through the first-aid kit for fever reducers and anti-inflammatory drugs.

I picked out a few white pills and patted them onto the coffee table.

"Take your medicine." Shu Yao said coldly, looking down at him.

He Zheng frowned and glanced at the pills.

His face was full of disgust.

"I won't eat it, it's bitter."

A SWAT team captain, standing at 1.88 meters tall and muscular, in his thirties, is complaining about the bitterness of his medicine.

Shu Yao laughed in exasperation.

She carried her water glass and walked to the sofa.

She straddled his open legs and sat on his lap.

Knees against the sofa cushion to maintain balance.

He Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes glistening with tears from the high fever, and he looked somewhat dazedly at the woman pressing down on him.

"What are you doing?" His voice was weak, with a strong nasal tone.

"The way you usually treat me, I'll treat you the same way today."

Shu Yao reached out her left hand and grabbed He Zheng's hard jawline, forcing him to open his mouth.

He grabbed the pills from the coffee table with his right hand and shoved them directly into his mouth without any hesitation.

"Swallow it!"

She picked up the water glass, shoved it to his lips, and forced him to drink.

The movements were rough, decisive, and efficient.

It completely replicated He Zheng's bandit behavior.

He Zheng choked a little.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he was forced to swallow the pills and water.

"Cough cough..." He coughed, his eyes reddening.

"Lie down."

After the medicine was administered, Shu Yao's complexion did not improve.

She got off him and pushed his shoulders hard.

He Zheng was so weak from the high fever that he collapsed onto the sofa.

Weak and unaware of it.

Shu Yao rolled her eyes, turned around and grabbed a wet towel, placing it on his forehead.

She ran back to the master bedroom and brought out a thick silk quilt.

They wrapped him up completely, leaving only his flushed face exposed.

"Don't move, keep warm and sweat it out."

She stood by the sofa, looking at the man wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon, feeling both angry and heartbroken.

He Zheng closed his eyes.

The medication began to take effect, and drowsiness and fatigue swept over me.

Seeing that he had fallen asleep, Shu Yao turned around and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook some white porridge for him.

He had just turned around.

A large, hot hand reached out from under the covers and grabbed her wrist.

The force was astonishing, like an iron clamp.