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

Chapter 374 You're already in my grasp!
The next morning.

Snowflakes were falling outside the windows of the staff quarters at the Anan Steel Plant.

Wen Ling got out of bed, wrapped the blanket around herself, and exhaled a strong breath towards the window next to the bed.

Then I wiped it with my palm, but the view outside was still very blurry.

Yang Jinwen shivered as the blankets were pulled away from her.

Wen Ling turned around and suddenly pounced on him.

Yang Jinwen felt a softness on his chest, and his body warmed up.

Wen Ling breathed softly on his face: "You're awake?"

Is it snowing outside?

"Hmm, it's the first snow of the year. Shall we go for a walk outside this afternoon?"

Yang Jinwen shook his head slightly: "I'm not going."

"why?"

"My back hurts."

"Bullshit." Wen Ling raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "I feel like this is completely the opposite of what you're thinking."

"Eh……"

Yang Jinwen felt that her palms were icy cold, as if he had touched ice, but his body was burning hot: "Stop fooling around."

Wen Ling squinted at him: "Are you tired of me?"

"No, how could it be?"

This was a critical problem, and an alarm immediately went off in Yang Jinwen's mind.

Wen Ling pointed at his face: "A double affirmation is a denial!"

Tell me, how many girlfriends did you have before we got engaged? Let's be honest, just tell me the truth, I absolutely won't be angry.

"No, none at all."

Yang Jinwen shook his head like a rattle drum. If this got out, he'd never have a good life.

Even when she's eighty years old, surrounded by her children and grandchildren, Wen Ling will still bring up old grievances.

In any couple who have been in a relationship, the man will always avoid asking the woman this question, but the woman will ask the man 99% of the time.

Men and women are two completely different species, take the matter of infidelity for example.

If a man discovers his wife is cheating, his first question will be: "You slept with him?"

When a woman discovers her husband is cheating, her first question is: "Do you love her?"

Faced with Wen Ling's questioning, Yang Jinwen replied without hesitation, "I'm a virgin, and I like to tell the truth."

"Get lost!" Wen Ling pouted, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks, and rolled her eyes: "You're not honest."

"Really." Yang Jinwen's survival instinct was at its peak.

"Your dad has so many female confidantes, don't any of these aunties have daughters?"

"When I go to someone's house for a free meal, they'd rather kick me out immediately. How could they possibly be interested in me?"

"What if someone likes you?"

This question struck a chord with Yang Jinwen. Indeed, there were a few of his aunts' daughters who would lock him in a room while his aunts were cooking and ask him to tutor them, or tutor them in return.

The most dangerous incident occurred at the Children's Palace, where several older girls cornered young Yang Jinwen in the men's restroom and demanded that he choose one of them as his pen pal.

Back then, we didn't talk about dating; we used pen pals as a cover, but it eventually developed into bisexual relationships.

A guy with beautiful handwriting, a certain level of literary skill, and a pretty face is sure to attract girls.

Seeing Yang Jinwen hesitate, Wen Ling's dimples deepened, and her large, bright eyes narrowed into slits, like a lioness ready to pounce, her claws already raised.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it so early?" Yang Jinwen muttered in dissatisfaction, silently thanking the person knocking on the door eight hundred times over.

But Wenling pressed down hard on his chest, preventing him from getting up.

"Tell me honestly, how many girlfriends have you had? You're so skilled at these positions, I'm totally at a disadvantage."

"Not really."

"Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

"get out."

Wen Ling waved her hand, lay on her back on the bed, rolled around in the quilt, and wailed, "What a loss! What a loss! Why didn't I have a relationship before I met you?"

Yang Jinwen got dressed, opened the bedroom door, shivered, ran behind the door, and looked through the peephole, but saw no one.

"Who?"

At this moment, an old face appeared in the cat's eyes, wearing a hat that looked like a liberation cap.

"Grandpa?" Yang Jinwen quickly opened the door and saw his grandparents standing outside.

Besides the two of them, there was also a swallow wearing a cotton-padded coat.

Snowflakes were falling on the shoulders of all three people.

"Grandma, what brings you here?"

“Your dad called to say you were back from the provincial capital on holiday, so we came directly here instead of you having to come to the countryside to find us.” Grandma patted Yanzi’s shoulder with a smile: “Besides, Yanzi has never been to the city before, so we brought her here to broaden her horizons.”

Yanzi looked at Yang Jinwen timidly: "Brother."

"Are you cold? Come inside." Yang Jinwen ushered them in.

The swallow was very reserved, its big eyes blinking rapidly.

She looked at the mosaic-tiled floor and hesitated, "Brother, my shoes are dirty..."

"It's alright." Yang Jinwen took the things from his grandfather's hands.

Grandpa laughed and said, "This is from Swallow's mother: an old hen and a basket of eggs."

Yang Jinwen looked at Yanzi carefully. She was wearing a brand-new floral cotton-padded jacket, and although her shoes were dirty, they were very thick. Her face had also become a little plumper. After what had happened, Yanzi's mother was indeed true to her word and was not as harsh on Yanzi as before.

As soon as the grandparents entered the house and put their things down, the first thing they did was look at the portrait of Yang Jinwen's mother.

Grandma stepped forward, touched the portrait with her hand, and murmured, "Su Lan, your father and I have come."

Grandpa sighed and pursed his lips.

Every time the elderly couple came to the city, they would greet her in front of her portrait, as if she were still the mistress of the house.

Grandma rolled up her sleeves: "Alright, I'm going to cook."

Grandpa called out to Yanzi, "Yanzi, don't stand there. There's not much difference between the city and our countryside, except the buildings are taller and there are more people."

Yanzi shook her head: "There are so many things I've never seen before. That building is so tall, my neck is sore from looking up."

Yang Jinwen smiled and said, "When you grow up, you will also live in the city."

"Brother, I will definitely study hard."

"That's good."

At this moment, the bedroom door opened, and Wen Ling, wearing loose pajamas, stretched out her arms, yawned, and then opened her eyes.

Suddenly seeing Grandma and Yanzi, he was so frightened that he immediately retreated to his bedroom and closed the door.

Grandma smiled and said, "Wen Ling is here."

She only glanced at it, but she knew that her future great-grandchildren would never lack food.

How lucky you are!

A few seconds later, Wen Ling opened the door again, wearing a coat: "Grandma, what brings you here? I just..."

"I've come to see you all, and your grandfather is here too."

Wen Ling turned around and saw her grandfather take down Yang Jinwen's mother's portrait, wiping the dust off with a handkerchief, muttering, "Neither of you two were home, and this frame is covered in dust. Su Lan, don't blame them..."

Yang Jinwen said, "Grandma, shall we go out to eat?"

"What should we eat out? I brought some vegetables from the countryside, and I'll make a pot of chicken soup for Wen Ling'er."

Yanzi rolled up her sleeves and said, "Grandma, let me help you."

Wen Ling also said, "I'll join too."

At noon, the snow outside the window fell heavier and heavier.

On the dining table by the window, there was a small coal stove. Grandpa brought a clay pot from the kitchen and placed it on the stove.

The pot was steaming hot, and the chicken soup was golden yellow.

Grandma, holding a basket of vegetables, smiled and said, "Ling'er, when it comes to making chicken soup, Xiaowen's mother makes the best. When Xiaowen was little, his mother always made New Year's Eve dinner. That's her specialty."

"Grandma's cooking is delicious too." Wen Ling flattered, knowing full well that Yang Jinwen's mother was no ordinary person.

The fact that she could completely control someone like Yang Dachuan, and that he remained devoted to her even after her death despite his many romantic relationships, shows that she must have had some extraordinary abilities.

Looking at the elderly couple's attitude towards Yang Jinwen's mother, Wen Ling's impression of her deceased mother-in-law deepened even further.

She suddenly realized that after marrying Yang Jinwen, she must never touch upon his pain, for Yang Jinwen's pain was undoubtedly that of his deceased mother.

Wen Ling glanced at Yang Jinwen's profile. He was wearing a dark green turtleneck sweater that was worn out, but he hadn't been willing to throw it away and wore it every winter.

Moreover, she had also seen Yang Dachuan wearing a sweater that was frayed and worn.

What she didn't know was that before Yang Jinwen's mother passed away, she had already knitted all the sweaters that the father and son would wear for the rest of their lives.

Yang Jinwen clearly remembers that when his mother was in pain, after he and his father had fallen asleep, she would turn on the bedside lamp and put on a sweater by hand.

Because she knew she wouldn't live much longer, and time was running out.

She had to leave something for the father and son, even if it was just a sweater she had knitted herself, so they wouldn't get cold.

At that time, Yang Jinwen was often awakened by his mother's cough.

He slept next to his mother, while Yang Dachuan slept at the foot of the bed.

Neither of them could sleep; they lay in bed, staring at each other's pale faces under the lamp.

At this moment, Yang Jinwen saw Wen Ling looking at him and smiled, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"No." Wen Ling turned to Yanzi: "Yanzi, after dinner, I'll take you shopping and buy you some clothes, okay?"

Yanzi shook her head: "I have clothes. I want to go to Xinhua Bookstore. My grandparents gave me lucky money for Chinese New Year, and my mother gave it back to me. I want to buy a dictionary."

"Okay, let's go buy the books."

"Yes, I need to read more books. I want to be a writer when I grow up."

Wen Ling asked curiously, "So what do you write?"

"I wrote police stories and included my brother in the novel. Grandpa said my brother was very good at catching bad guys."

"Okay then." Yang Jinwen put some chicken in her bowl. "I'll provide you with the ingredients later."

Wen Ling patted her chest and said, "Don't listen to your brother. He solves cases based on intuition. I'm a forensic doctor, and we rely on evidence."

"What is the evidence?"

"The evidence is that your brother keeps saying he's never been in a relationship before, but I found a stack of letters from pen pals on his bookshelf."

This proves he lied; the letters from these pen pals are the evidence!

"If these letters are sent to the prosecutor's office, the court can sentence your brother to life imprisonment, and he'll be in my hands for life."

As Wen Ling spoke, she reached out and pinched something in the air.

Yang Jinwen felt a chill run down her spine, praying that Wen Ling hadn't found the letter hidden on top of the wardrobe.

Those letters were written to him by He Qing back then.

Who is He Qing?

Secretary Zhang Chunxia's daughter is now Yang Jinwen's half-sister.

The one who pressured him at the Children's Palace was the ringleader, He Qing.

Yang Jinwen kept this matter to himself and dared not tell anyone.

He Qing never mentioned it, after all, who hasn't been naive and confused when they were young?

　New case tomorrow
　　barley
　　
　
(End of this chapter)