Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 214 Plastic Surgery
Night fog surged, and clouds obscured the moon.

The light was dim, but those brown eyes shone brightly.

People say that people's hearts are fickle.

But in Lu Jingming's eyes, Wei Qingsong's eyes were as clear and bright as they had been back then.

No matter how many six years pass, Wei Qingsong will still be Wei Qingsong, just like Lu Jingming will still be Lu Jingming.

He remained silent, lost in thought. Wei Qingsong tilted her head in confusion: "Why aren't you saying anything? Is my request too unreasonable? Haven't you figured out how to refuse?"

Lu Jingming snapped out of his reverie and looked at her intently: "You know, Songsong, I can't refuse any of your requests."

It was true then, it is true now, and it will be true in the future.

Lu Jingming would never refuse Wei Qingsong.

Wei Qingsong had intended to tease him, but upon hearing this, he was the one who blushed first.

"I never knew you were so good at sweet talk."

In my memory, Lu Jingming was always taciturn, and he always did more than he said.

Unlike now, when every word makes her blush and her heart race.

Lu Jingming chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on her: "I wasn't good with words back then, but I knew I would always be by your side."

“But now I’m really scared. I’ve thought about it seriously lately. If there’s something I want to express, I must express it in time. I’m afraid that if I miss this opportunity, I won’t be able to express my feelings again.”

His voice was soft and gentle, without much emotion, but Wei Qingsong could tell that he was feeling anxious and uncertain.

Despite his best efforts to suppress his emotions, maintain composure, and be extremely tolerant of her.

But undeniably, the six years they missed left a deep lingering effect on him.

This kind of trauma is something that others cannot truly understand.

It not only takes time to make up for it, but also requires an even stronger sense of sincerity.

……

Before coming, Wei Qingsong had been imagining what Lu Jingming's home would look like.

It will probably be like him, with a cool gray-white tone, and impeccably clean.

Unexpectedly, the first thing that caught my eye when the door opened was a few pots of orange roses blooming beautifully on the windowsill.

During her senior year of high school, Wei Qingsong finally had a break and dragged Lu Jingming shopping. Before they knew it, they had wandered into the flower market.

The overflowing orange blossoms were dazzling and full of vitality, immediately attracting Wei Qingsong's attention.

Upon inquiry, I learned that this flower is called "Juice Balcony".

Wei Qingsong liked it very much.

Lu Jingming was about to pay for it for her, but she looked worried and reluctantly put the flowerpot down.

"Forget it, I definitely won't have time to take care of it before the college entrance exam, and my parents will have even less time. I'm afraid I won't be able to take good care of it. Rather than let it wither and die with me, I'd rather let it bloom quietly here."

"From now on, we'll raise them together."

It was just an ordinary afternoon, and she said it casually.

But he has kept it in his heart for so many years.

While she was staring blankly at the flowerpot, Lu Jingming had already come out of the bedroom carrying a quilt.

"I'll sleep on the sofa and you take the bed."

"I've prepared new towels and toothbrushes for you. Just call me anytime if you need anything."

Lu Jingming made meticulous and thoughtful arrangements.

His eyes were lowered, and he didn't seem to have much of an emotional reaction.

But Wei Qingsong immediately noticed his ears, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed under the incandescent light. It turned out that even the self-disciplined and courteous Captain Lu had moments of such embarrassment and shame.

Wei Qingsong pursed her lips and chuckled mischievously, then leaned forward and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

"Well then, goodnight, Lu Jingming."

Lu Jingming froze, his body stiff as if petrified, his voice low and hoarse: "...Good night."

Many things happened that night, both peaceful and turbulent.

The two people, separated by a wall, were both lying on their sides, each clutching a blanket.

A smile appeared on their lips simultaneously.

Even if there are no stars or moon tonight, at least I am here with you as always. May you sleep well tonight.

……

The next morning, when the two arrived at the police station in the same car, all the witnesses smiled knowingly.

Especially Xiao Song, grinning from ear to ear, I don't know what he was laughing at.

Lu Jingming gave him a cold look: "Don't you have anything important to do?"

He knew perfectly well what these people were thinking.

He was worried that others would misunderstand and gossip behind his back, having lewd thoughts about her.

So he added succinctly, "Songsong is only staying at my house for a short period of time, so don't make wild guesses."

Only then did everyone shift their gaze away from the gossip.

Bai Rushuang leaned closer, holding her laptop. "Captain Lu, Zheng Xun stayed up all night yesterday and finally found a useful clue."

Finally finding someone to get down to business, Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong immediately perked up and asked Bai Rushuang to explain in detail.

"All the personal information we have about Guan Wenhan was obtained through a nationwide online system that synchronized with the database of the Manitoba police."

"But their database is not comprehensive. For example, the Manitoba police only provided recent photos of Guan Wenhan from the last five years."

"According to the information, she was an orphan who grew up in Myanmar. She dropped out of school in junior high and worked odd jobs for a few years. At the age of nineteen, she started working in nightclubs."

“Strangely, Zheng found photos of her from her time in the welfare home and primary school, as well as a passport photo taken when she was seventeen and started working at a clothing factory. Compared to her current appearance, she looks like a completely different person.”

Bai Rushuang projected several photos onto the screen.

Guan Wenhan, whom the Tangzhou police are now desperately tracking, has an extremely aggressive and beautiful appearance, with a narrow and pointed face and a cold temperament; she is a veritable femme fatale.

At seventeen, Guan Wenhan clearly had a round, oval face, clear eyes, and a simple and honest demeanor.

It is said that girls change a lot as they grow up, but no matter how much they change, their bone structure and facial features will not be completely different, right?
This is absolutely illogical.

Lu Jingming frowned: "Didn't the police in Manitoba investigate Guan Wenhan during the crackdown on organized crime? How come they didn't discover this oversight?"

Bai Rushuang took a breath and continued, "Yes, so I called the Manitoba police early this morning and was told that Guan Wenhan had undergone plastic surgery."

“The Manitoba police have confirmed that Guan Wenhan underwent cosmetic surgery three times in the past nine years, each time three years apart, and the hospitals where she underwent the surgery also have her medical records. She herself admitted to the police that she had the surgery in order to gain more attention in nightclubs by relying on her appearance.”

Wei Qingsong, however, had a gut feeling that something was wrong: "Plastic surgery should involve modifying and adjusting one's original facial features, but she has completely changed her face."

"I don't know much about this, Officer Song. You are a renowned portrait artist in the province. Do you think plastic surgery can completely transform a person into another person?"

"No," Song Guifan replied decisively.

He abandoned his nonchalant attitude and became unusually serious: "At least, based on these few photos, I can tell you with absolute certainty that they are not the same person."

"The size and shape of facial features can be adjusted through surgery, but their position is difficult to change. Another criterion for judgment is the fullness of the skull. One of these two people has a noticeably high skull, while the other has a very low skull."

"Either she used some means to deceive everyone and escape the pursuit of the Manitoba police, or the Manitoba police neglected their duties and did a perfunctory job. In short, the Guan Wenhan you are looking for is not Guan Wenhan."

After hearing this analysis, Xiao Song was completely confused: "Guan Wenhan, not Guan Wenhan?"