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

Chapter 251 Yang Dachuan's Generous Spending! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
After Lai Changyu was taken to the hospital, he was immediately taken into the operating room.
Yang Jinwen told Maozi and Qi Bin to stay at the hospital and keep an eye on things, while he returned to the Criminal Investigation Detachment to report to He Jinbo.

Yao Weihua and Cai Ting would be back later because they had to deal with the on-site identification process.

Right now, he's the only one in the office.

Yang Jinwen took off his pistol holster and placed it on the table.

The whiteboard next to the desk was covered with photos of wanted suspects. Except for Lai Changyu, all the others had been arrested, and their photos were marked with a red watercolor cross.

Yang Jinwen picked up his pen and crossed out Lai Changyu's photo.

In mid-May, the crackdown, which involved mutual whistleblowing and reports, came to a temporary halt. However, there is still a lot of work to be done, including subsequent interrogations, evidence collection, case file preparation, and transfer to the procuratorate.

Yang Jinwen took off his raincoat and just hung it on the clothes rack.

The office door was pushed open, and he thought it was He Jinbo, but it was Yang Dachuan who appeared.

"Dad, why are you back?"

Yang Dachuan's shoulders were soaked with sweat. He was carrying a briefcase and said with a smile, "How about I give you a surprise?"

Yang Jinwen stared at him suspiciously: "Your smile is weird, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just came back to visit." Yang Dachuan walked up to him and looked him over carefully.

Yang Jinwen felt a little uneasy under his gaze: "Tell the truth!"

"Uh... Director Wen called me back."

"He contacted you?"

"Yes, I rushed back by plane because he was urging me on the phone to come back and discuss your engagement with Wenling."

Hearing this, Yang Jinwen narrowed his eyes. He had already figured it out. A week ago, Wen Mo threw a tantrum in the office. The reason was naturally that Wen Ling had taken advantage of him.

No, it was he who took advantage of Wen Ling.

These past few days, Wen Ling has been staying in her office and hasn't come to see him, and Yang Jinwen has also been too busy with work to go see her.

That's good, Wen Mo has directly put him in a difficult position.

Yang Dachuan let out a sigh of relief: "You're 27 this year, not young anymore, it's time to get married."

"You're mistaken, I'm 25 this year."

"is it?"

Yang Jinwen was too lazy to waste words with him and said, "Let's get engaged then."

Yang Dachuan placed his briefcase on his desk, frowned, and said, "Judging from your expression, you don't seem too willing?"

"No," Yang Jinwen poured him a glass of water, "it just feels so sudden."

"Getting engaged first, not getting married. Director Wen's idea is to get engaged this National Day, get married next National Day, and then the new millennium will arrive."

"Then why not the millennium?"

Yang Dachuan took a sip of hot tea: "Then go ask your father-in-law. I'm wondering if that old rascal is looking forward to the new millennium and wants to hold his grandson."

Yang Jinwen sat down in the chair and sighed, "Dad, to be honest, I'm not ready yet."

“What do you mean by not being ready? Your mother and I didn’t even have an engagement ceremony back then, we just got married. All we had at home was a sewing machine and two bicycles.”

Thinking back to Wen Ling's words that afternoon, "Be nicer to me," Yang Jinwen sighed and said, "Alright, you decide."

Yang Dachuan nodded: "Don't worry, your father-in-law won't treat you badly. After all, he's the deputy director of the city bureau, and many people would love to be his son-in-law. Besides, Wen Ling is beautiful, but she's just a forensic doctor, which is a little creepy."

Okay, I'll go back and change my clothes. Let's have dinner together tonight and finalize this. I have to rush back early tomorrow morning; I'm busy every day.

Yang Jinwen nodded. After his father left, he thought for a moment and went downstairs to the forensic room.

After pushing open the door, Zhang Lei sat down at the long table as usual, engrossed in a massive book on clinical forensic medicine.

"Hey, Captain Yang, you've finally come? It's been a while since I've seen you."

Where is forensic doctor Wen?

Zhang Lei pointed behind a row of shelves and said silently, "It's inside!"

"Zhang Lei, shut up!" Wen Ling's voice came from behind the shelf.

"Sister Ling, I didn't say anything."

"You said it in your heart."

"Fine. Never mind, I'll go out for a bit." Zhang Lei stood up dejectedly and silently told Yang Jinwen, "Be careful."

Yang Jinwen smiled, nodded, and walked behind the shelf, where Wen Ling was counting a batch of protective materials that the Municipal Bureau had just received.

Before Wen Ling worked at the Municipal Bureau, getting the logistics department's signature for these things was extremely difficult; no matter how much you pleaded, they might not even listen to you.

After Wenling arrived at the Municipal Bureau, these protective materials were delivered almost every month on the first, and their quality had improved considerably.

Yang Jinwen leaned against the shelf, smiling as he looked at Wen Ling.

Wen Ling was counting the goods in her hand, holding the purchase order. She glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Yang Jinwen said, "My dad just got back."

"Oh."

“He was called back by your dad.”

"Oh."

"To discuss our engagement."

"Hmm." Wen Ling raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.

"Then would you?"

"What do you want?"

Will you marry me?

Wen Ling's hand trembled, and she turned to stare at him: "Yang Jinwen, will you marry me?"

Yang Jinwen had already prepared her answer: "I do."

"Really?"

"if not?"

Wen Ling threw down the purchase order in her hand, rushed out from behind the shelf, and jumped into his arms. Yang Jinwen quickly caught her.

"Let me tell you, Yang Jinwen, I don't want you to take responsibility. If you don't want to, it's not too late."

Yang Jinwen shook his head: "Don't ask that question anymore. I'm willing, as long as you promise me you won't go abroad again."

"Go abroad? What would I do abroad?"

"The moon is always brighter in foreign countries."

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll just follow you."

"Ah."

The two looked at each other and could feel each other's heartbeats. Wen Ling's face turned as red as an autumn persimmon.

Just as the two were about to make a brief, fleeting encounter, the door to the forensic lab was suddenly pushed open, and Wen Mo's impatient voice came through.

"Wen Ling, where are you?"

"ah?"

Behind the shelf, Wen Ling let out a scream and quickly got off Yang Jinwen.

Wen Mo frowned and said, "Don't be so alarmed. When you go upstairs later, tell Yang Jinwen to take it easy. If you're going to arrest someone, just arrest them. Don't keep trying to kill them all the time."

As soon as Wen Mo finished speaking, he saw Wen Ling blushing and coming out from behind the shelf, looking shy and embarrassed.

Yang Jinwen followed him out and said with a smile, "Director Wen, I understand. I will be careful."

Wen Mo's eyes narrowed: "You...you guys..."

Wen Ling quickly said, "Dad, this is working hours, please don't yell at me!"

"You guys even know this is working hours?!"

The scene was extremely awkward. Wen Mo left after saying a few words, feeling utterly humiliated.

As he walked, he kept cursing, "That son of a bitch Yang Dachuan!"

After finishing his get off work in the evening, Yang Jinwen rode his bicycle to the Anan Hotel.

Upon entering, Yang Jinwen greeted the receptionist, "Hello, Aunt Fan."

"Oh, Jinwen, your dad's upstairs."

When Yang Jinwen was investigating a case last time, he came to the Anan Hotel and naturally knew that the head waiter there was his old Deng's dance partner when he was young.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Aunt Fan was very happy, and her lipstick was applied very brightly, as if she had specially tidied herself up.

“I’ll take you upstairs. Your dad’s guests have already arrived.”

"I can go up by myself."

"It's alright, Auntie isn't busy."

Yang Jinwen looked at her. Although she was older, she exuded the charm of a mature woman, like a ripe peach, much more charming than Secretary Zhang.

However, in terms of strength, Secretary Zhang could crush her with a flick of his finger.

Yang Jinwen couldn't help but sigh at Yang Dachuan's damn charm; no wonder he was so reluctant to get close to Secretary Zhang.

"Your father said that today's banquet is to discuss your engagement. Time flies so fast. I remember you stayed at my house for a month before. You were so young then."

Yang Jinwen smiled and nodded, saying, "Aunt Fan, please write down my phone number. You can call me if you encounter any problems in the future."

"What could possibly happen to me? But it's alright, you're someone I watched grow up. If you have time, come to my house for a meal. I promise the food here won't be any worse than what you eat here."

"Okay, here's my office phone number."

Aunt Fan took out a pen and paper and wrote down the number.

There were three VIP rooms, each with a floor of eight. When the door was opened, Wen Ling and her family of three were already seated inside.

Wenling got off work a little earlier, went home to change her clothes, and then came over with her family.

Yang Dachuan sat with Wen Mo, smiling broadly.

Yang Jinwen greeted them and went inside. He then heard Aunt Fan say with a smile, "Director Wen, Factory Director Yang, please enjoy your meal."

Yang Dachuan said, "Xiao Fan, come up for a couple of drinks later?"

Aunt Fan smiled gently and said, "Okay, I'll have a drink with you alone after I get off work."

Wen Mo and Luo Chun watched from the side, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Yang Jinwen glanced at his father, Yang Dachuan, but Yang Dachuan seemed not to have seen him.

"Director Wen, sister-in-law, you can decide what to do with the two children. Getting engaged or married during National Day is fine with me. I have no objection."

"Wen Ling'er is such a wonderful girl; she's a blessing our Yang family has accumulated over eight generations."

Luo Chun asked thoughtfully, "I'd like to ask, after the two children get married, will they still live in the steel factory's staff housing?"

Yang Dachuan shook his head: "That won't work. They're all old buildings from the 1970s, too old."

"So you'll have to buy a house?"

Yang Dachuan nodded: "This is my plan, let the two of them live alone."

"That……"

Before Luo Chun could finish speaking, Wen Mo glared at her, telling her to shut up immediately.

Buying a house costs money. Although a house is not expensive for them, the man still has to demonstrate his financial strength.

Yang Dachuan understood immediately, smiled, picked up a leather suitcase from beside his feet, and placed it on the table.

He entered the password, opened the suitcase, and then turned it around.

“Here’s 800,000 yuan. Besides buying a house, I’ll also give the two kids a car, which Wenling can drive.”

Upon seeing the stacks of banknotes in the suitcase, the men's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wen Mo clicked his tongue and cursed inwardly, "That son of a bitch Yang Dachuan, he actually made money going into business!"

He throws away 800,000 yuan in cash, no wonder women love him!

Yang Jinwen sighed slightly. His father had always been generous and lavish, but he never expected that Yang Dachuan would bring back nearly a million yuan in cash every time he came back!
What was he doing outside? Yang Jinwen began to feel wary.

(End of this chapter)