You're supposed to be a security officer, what case are you solving?

Chapter 228 Good boy, you can call me Auntie too.

His very first sentence revealed his true intentions; everyone knows what Sima Zhao is up to!

Yang Jinwen thought Zhang Chunxia would be more reserved, since a high-ranking leader always speaks in a roundabout and ambiguous way, but he didn't expect that Zhang Chunxia would not play that game at all!
Her personality traits were on full display: she got straight to the point and didn't mince words.

Zhang Chunxia's expression remained unchanged, her smile still as warm as a spring breeze: "What? You don't want to?"

Wen Ling kept giving Yang Jinwen meaningful glances, signaling him to be more discreet in his speech and not make the situation too awkward.

Yang Jinwen straightened his expression and was about to speak.

Zhang Chunxia raised her hand: "You can think about it first, we can talk about this later."

An old fox, definitely an old fox!
She could tell the outcome just by looking at Yang Jinwen's expression.

Without a doubt, it was definitely not what she wanted to hear.

Besides, if you want to adopt a godson, you should at least praise Yang Jinwen, make him happy, and promise him something. Maybe he'll agree.

After all, who doesn't want to improve?
Who wouldn't want to gain the favor of a high-ranking leader?
Yang Jinwen readily agreed, nodding, "Okay, Aunt Zhang."

Then, Zhang Chunxia started talking about Yang Jinwen's work. He had been a police officer for almost a year and had solved many major cases, several of which were reported in the newspapers.

Zhang Chunxia not only heard about these cases, but also mentioned them in internal meetings.

Furthermore, Yang Guochang and several other municipal bureau leaders had a very good impression of Yang Jinwen and often praised her in front of her.

Yang Jinwen answered all of Zhang Chunxia's questions without showing any particular attitude.

Zhang Chunxia knew all too well what so-called special tendencies and attitudes meant. No matter who it was, they always had a purpose in talking to her.

But Yang Jinwen thought differently, and as a result, she had a very good impression of this young man.

“Jinwen, you’re not much like your father. You’re much more mature and composed than him.”

That's true... Yang Jinwen thought to himself.

"When your dad was young, he was quite lively, carefree, and unrestrained. You still can't compare to the temperament he exuded."

He pretends to be melancholic, decadent, sometimes arrogant, sometimes reckless, but deep down he is a true person.

This is Yang Jinwen's evaluation of his old dunk; clearly, in Zhang Chunxia's view, these are all advantages.

"Aunt Zhang is right."

After chatting for a while, Zhang Chunxia turned the conversation to Wen Ling.

“I’ve watched you grow up since you were a child. You’re the prettiest girl in the compound.”

Wen Ling blushed and said, "Aunt Zhang, you flatter me."

"So many young men in the compound are pursuing you, your mother always talks about it with the neighbors. Mayor Wang's son, what's his name again? He's been chasing after you, hasn't he?"

Wen Ling gritted her teeth, looked obediently at Yang Jinwen, and replied, "I heard from my mother that it seems there is such a thing."

Later, when they heard I had become a forensic doctor, people wouldn't even look at me, but Yang Jinwen didn't look down on me because of my background.

Zhang Chunxia smiled and said, "You're a smart kid."

Wen Ling's words clearly humbled herself and elevated Yang Jinwen, while also defusing her own predicament, demonstrating exceptional emotional intelligence.

No wonder she's Wen Mo's biological daughter.

After chatting for a while, a young man wearing an apron and glasses came out of the kitchen carrying dishes: "Mom, dinner's ready."

"it is good."

Yang Jinwen noticed that Zhang Chunxia's face was visibly cold.

Wen Ling stood up and very considerately helped Zhang Chunxia up.

Before coming, Yang Jinwen learned from Wen Mo that only Zhang Chunxia and the nanny lived in this house, and He Qing only came to stay occasionally.

He Qing's husband is named Pan Wei. He is a teacher at a teachers' college and doesn't often appear in the compound.

He cooked several of the dishes on the table; he was clearly a man who cooked often.

"Mom, this is radish and old duck soup. It's been simmering for five or six hours. Please try it."

Pan Wei took a soup ladle and served soup to Zhang Chunxia.

Zhang Chunxia glanced at him: "No manners, serve the guests first."

"Yes, yes." Pan Wei quickly handed the soup bowl to Wen Ling.

Wen Ling looked embarrassed: "Thank you."

Pan Wei said solicitously, "Jinwen, have a bowl too."

There was no introduction between the two parties, but the other party knew his name, and Yang Jinwen didn't know how to address him.

Zhang Chunxia said, "You should call him brother-in-law."

Yang Jinwen stood up: "Thank you, Teacher Pan."

In most families, it wouldn't matter, but here, in this room, Zhang Chunxia's words were ignored.

Wen Ling closed her eyes, trying her best to maintain a calm and composed expression.

The most nervous one was Pan Wei. He looked at the old lady and immediately smiled, "Call me whatever you want. I am a teacher, after all. Jinwen, I heard from Qingqing that you are a police officer?"

He Qing also tried to ease the tension: "What police? They're criminal police from the municipal bureau."

"Doesn't that involve dealing with criminals all the time?"

"Ah."

Yang Jinwen responded and glanced at Zhang Chunxia out of the corner of his eye.

Needless to say, her face looked terrible right now.

From the moment she entered the room, Zhang Chunxia was putting Yang Jinwen through a test of compliance, but he wasn't buying it. By calling him "brother-in-law," he indirectly acknowledged their relationship.

Yang Jinwen didn't think it was necessary!

Moreover, he also felt very tired!
The conversation must revolve around Zhang Chunxia, ​​otherwise it would be disrespectful to her.

But He Qing was different; she was Zhang Chunxia's only daughter and her only relative in the world.

To ease the awkwardness, He Qing took the initiative to talk about some things related to her work.

She was a prosecutor, and Yang Jinwen was practically a colleague. So, they talked about the case while eating.

In particular, the recent murder case at the sports park in Annam City has already reached the prosecution stage, and all those involved have been sentenced to death.

As a prosecutor, He Qing also has investigative powers over cases. She often goes out to investigate and visit people, so she and Yang Jinwen can have a good chat.

She was very curious about the arrest of Jin Chao, a notorious murderer, and asked many questions.

Yang Jinwen gave honest answers without embellishment.

In most people's imagination, chasing a murderer across thousands of miles and bringing him back to justice is a thrilling and requires a strong will.

But the reality was the opposite. Yang Jinwen traveled to Guangyuan City and Suixian County in Hanzhong City. In the past ten days, he had not slept well once, and he could only finish his meals in a few bites as he went to investigate Jin Chao's escape route.

After the meal, Pan Wei helped the nanny clear the dishes.

Yang Jinwen and Wen Ling followed Zhang Chunxia to the living room for tea, accompanied by He Qing.

Yang Jinwen knew that he wouldn't be able to leave without giving Secretary Zhang an answer today.

When he finished his third cup of tea, Yang Jinwen looked at Zhang Chunxia and cleared his throat.

Zhang Chunxia understood and immediately said, "Qingqing, take Lingling to my study and bring some gifts back for the two children later."

He Qing nodded: "Lingling, come with me."

"Okay, Sister Qing."

As soon as the study door closed, Pan Wei, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, immediately moved closer to the door and pricked up his ears.

Yang Jinwen's voice was very soft in the living room.

“Aunt Zhang, my mother passed away early, when she was thirty. Her most beautiful image will forever remain in my memory…”

Zhang Chunxia squinted, but judging from her appearance, she was quite beautiful when she was young, and her figure hasn't changed much. Moreover, Yang Jinwen could smell a faint perfume on her.

After all, it's impossible for artistic young women in the 70s and 80s not to know how to take care of themselves.

"Therefore, I only have one mother, no second one!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunxia immediately picked up her teacup.

Yang Jinwen continued, "My dad is forty-five this year. After he retires, he will need someone to support him. I can't selfishly let him continue to miss my mom."

Therefore, I fully support his private life and his major life events, as long as he is willing.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chunxia immediately put down her teacup, picked up the teapot beside her, and personally filled Yang Jinwen's teacup with tea.

“You child, you’ve never had a mother since you were little. When I was working in the north of the city, you even ate at my house for a month. Do you remember?”

"remember."

"In the blink of an eye, you've grown so much. I remember you used to love braised pork the most, right?"

"Yes." Yang Jinwen smiled. "Sister Qing won't let me eat it."

His meaning was simple: it's not that I disagreed with what happened between you and my dad in the past, it was your own daughter who forced you to jump off the building.

Zhang Chunxia sighed, "You were only ten years old then, thin and small, sitting at the dinner table, not moving at all, you looked so pitiful."

Your dad has been hesitant to marry because he cares about you. Now that you're grown up, have Lingling, and will soon be getting married, it's time for you to start thinking about your dad too.

Yang Jinwen nodded; he had indeed thought about this issue.

"Well then, with you saying that, Auntie will put aside everything else and just come to me if you have any difficulties in the future. Please write down my secretary's phone number."

"Isn't that necessary?" Yang Jinwen wanted to refuse.

But Zhang Chunxia had already picked up a pen, written down a number, and handed it to him: "This is Secretary Ding Landing's phone number. If you find her, you can find me. If you are wronged at work or have something you can't resolve, call me."

If it weren't inconvenient to carry a personal phone around these days, Zhang Chunxia would definitely have given him her private phone number.

"You did a great job in both the last manhunt in Yuncheng and the arrest in Suixian. The city attaches great importance to this."

Tomorrow, I'll have your Director Yang report on the comrades who apprehended the fugitives. In a while, there will be a city meeting where you'll all be recognized and honored.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

"By the way, you can call me Auntie, okay? Good girl."

At nine o'clock in the evening, when Yang Jinwen returned home with Wen Ling, Wen Mo and Luo Chun in the living room immediately stood up.

Luo Chun immediately asked, "How is it? Jinwen, have you acknowledged this mother?"

Wen Mo glared at her: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Wen Ling casually lay down on the sofa: "I admitted it, but I didn't admit it."

"What does this mean?"

Yang Jinwen said, "I just called her 'Auntie' once."

Wen Ling chimed in, "Anyway, she'll be a stepmother in the future, so it makes no difference."

Luo Chun clapped his hands: "That's great! Old Wen, I remember Secretary Zhengfa was retiring, wasn't he?"

Wen Mo frowned: "Watch your words, watch your words!"

　Thank you so much, Qingshan Daojun, for the 5000 book coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)