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

Chapter 404 Big Sister!

Chapter 404 Big Sister!
"Call me sister."

"Uh……"

He Qing laughed and said, "Didn't you hear me? Hurry up and call me 'sister'."

Yang Jinwen changed the subject: "What are you doing here?"

He Qing was wearing a long down jacket with a white faux fur collar.

When I saw her before, she was always wearing the prosecutor's office uniform, which made her look very capable and serious.

She changed her clothes and put on makeup, so she looked quite casual.

She pointed behind her and said, "You know perfectly well what I'm doing. I'm your neighbor, don't you know? My mom even paid half the price for this house."

"Oh, I forgot that you and Teacher Pan also live here."

Upon hearing this, He Qing's expression visibly darkened.

"Don't mention him, we're divorced."

"Oh." Yang Jinwen touched his nose and continued to try to start a conversation: "How has Auntie been lately?"

Why are you asking me? You should ask your dad.

"I haven't contacted him in a long time."

“My mom told me that your dad’s business is booming and your family is rich.”

"No, those are just small-scale operations."

"Forget it, Angang can't hold on any longer and is about to undergo restructuring. I heard that the old factory director was begging and pleading everywhere. As soon as he heard that your dad had made a fortune, he flew to Shenzhen last month to find your dad and wanted him to come back and rebuild Angang."

"I haven't heard of it."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Where's your fiancée?"

When she asked this question, He Qing squinted at Yang Jinwen, her expression a half-smile.

"at home."

He Qing glanced at the basket in front of the bicycle: "You two seem to be getting along well, buying groceries and cooking?"

"Just grab something to eat." Yang Jinwen tried his best not to invite her, lest it cause any trouble.

If Wenling discovers the pen pal letters she's hidden on top of her bookshelf, things will get really messed up.

What boy hasn't fantasized about older sisters during his teenage years?

Although Yang Jinwen's fantasy only lasted a few days, he was kicked out because he was eating at Secretary Zhang's house when He Qing found out that her mother had feelings for Yang Jinwen's father. She threatened to jump off a building, so Yang Jinwen was kicked out.

Yang Jinwen still vividly remembers that day. He Qing threw Yang Jinwen's schoolbag outside and said only one word: "You still want to be my brother? Get out!"

At that time, Yang Jinwen had only eaten half of his meal when he had to return to the Angang family building on an empty stomach, carrying his schoolbag, and make himself a bowl of noodles.

"By the way, why don't you ask me why I got divorced?"

He Qing put her hands in her pockets and followed Yang Jinwen as he pushed his bicycle into the alley.

This was a critical question, and Yang Jinwen struggled to find the right words.

"Are you incompatible?"

He Qing nodded: "That's one reason too."

"Oh."

“And another thing is…” He Qing raised her head, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Yang Jinwen.

Yang Jinwen swallowed hard, smiled slightly, but was actually quite flustered inside.

"Never mind, I'm not telling you anymore." He Qing laughed.

Yang Jinwen immediately changed the subject: "By the way, didn't you buy groceries?"

"No one's cooking, are you going to treat me to a meal?"

“Sure, Wenling will cook today, let’s eat at home.”

Yang Jinwen compromised and sighed inwardly. There was no escaping it; after all, she was his half-sister.

He Qing is four years older than him, and is only 28 now, which is the prime of her life.

Women of this age, after divorce, unless they are sexually frigid, are unlikely to not seek a male partner.

Besides, who is her mother? Even if she's divorced, there are countless men who would want to take her in.

"Fine, if you're reluctant, I'm here at the market to buy a plunger for unclogging the toilet. It seems like my toilet is clogged with hair."

"Oh."

Should I go and help? Yang Jinwen pondered.

"Don't worry about it, I can handle it." He Qing patted his shoulder and pointed to a general store in the alley: "You go about your business, I'll go buy some things."

"Should I wait for you?"

"No need." He Qing took her left hand out of her pocket, waved, and smiled.

Yang Jinwen nodded, got on his bicycle, and rang the bell on the handlebars.

"Jingle Bell……"

When the bell rang, a group of children rolling iron hoops in the alley immediately made way.

Yang Jinwen smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

He Qing stood in front of the grocery store, hands in her pockets, staring blankly at his departing figure on his bicycle.

"It's just like love," an old man chuckled beside the grocery store.

He Qing glanced to the side and saw an old man sitting on a small stool with a Bagua diagram in front of him; he was a fortune teller.

She frowned, took a few steps back, and stared at the old man.

"Young lady, would you like your fortune told? I'm good at predicting your marriage and career."

"Calculating marriage prospects."

The old man chuckled and said, "Are you asking about your marriage prospects with that young man from earlier?"

"Get lost, he's my brother."

"He's definitely not my biological brother. You two don't look alike at all."

"Can you see this?"

He Qing became interested and sat down on the small stool opposite him.

"Of course he can. That young man is tall and big, and riding a bicycle, he looks like a celebrity."

"Like who?"

"Have you seen 'Sweet Honey'? It's a movie from two years ago, and it uses the name of a Teresa Teng song. This young man looks a lot like the guy in the movie."

He Qing nodded: "Yes, you also think he looks like Leon Lai?"

The old man nodded: "I've seen this movie at the video rental store..."

If He Qing could read minds, she would know that the old man hadn't actually watched the movie; he'd just happened to see it while waiting to watch a late-night adult film at a video arcade. He Qing held out her hand: "Then tell my fortune."

The old man said in a pretentious tone, "How do I calculate your marriage with him?"

"It's not about me and him, it's about my own share."

"alright."

The old man started talking incoherently.

At this moment, a group of people passed by He Qing from behind and headed towards the upscale residential area outside the alley.

Wow, the buildings here are so tall! The houses must be very expensive.

"Brother, can you stop talking about houses all the time? I'm so tired of hearing it," Jiang Yuxin complained.

“Exactly.” Cai Ting, carrying fruit in one hand and a cigarette in the other, looked at Yao Weihua with disdain: “You went to Captain Yang’s house empty-handed for the first time?”

"Are you kidding? How could I be so rude?"

Yao Weihua opened his coat, revealing a cylindrical object wrapped in newspaper in the inner pocket.

"Uncle Yao, what is this?" Feng Xiaocai asked.

"The liquor, authentic sorghum liquor."

"Captain Yang doesn't drink."

"Who said it was given to him?"

Jiang Yuxin said, "Then it's for Sister Lingling, right?"

“That’s right!” Yao Weihua said with a smile, “It’s made from sorghum harvested this summer, pure grain brewed, high-proof bulk, with a pure and mellow aroma. Forensic Doctor Wen will definitely love it.”

Cat asked doubtfully, "Do you think Director Wen has a better alcohol tolerance, or Forensic Doctor Wen?"

Jiang Yuxin said, "I think Sister Lingling has the best alcohol tolerance."

"why?"

"Because I heard from Sister Lingling that she chose to work as a forensic doctor, but Director Wen disagreed. So the two of them had a drinking contest, and whoever won would get to do it."

Yao Weihua wholeheartedly agreed: "I knew it! I've never seen Forensic Doctor Wen drunk before. What kind of constitution does she have?"

Cai Ting said, "I have the constitution to be an official."

"That's true. If Director Wen can drink so much, imagine how much more so forensic doctor Wen is. Sometimes I really envy her. If only I had that ability..."

"So what if you're capable? Can you really become a deputy director?"

"It's not like there's no chance, right, Cat Bro?"

The cat turned its head, as if looking at something.

Upon seeing his appearance, Jiang Yuxin asked, "Brother, who did you see?"

"It looks like I've seen someone I know."

"Who?"

"I didn't see it clearly."

"Alright, alright, let's go."

Yang Jinwen's new home is on the 12th floor of Building C.

Upon entering the residential area, Maozi's eyes widened: "Holy crap, these tall buildings, this environment, and even a child peeing."

Yao Weihua scoffed, "Uncultured. That's a sculpture, like some little kid from some country who peed and put out the fuse of a bomb. He's a hero."

"Similar to Ga Zi?"

"That's it."

The group went upstairs and arrived at room 1202. Cai Ting knocked on the door.

Wenling came to open the door.

"Oh, what else do you need to buy? You're too kind."

That's what she said, but Wen Ling's eyes kept glancing at their hands.

A few seconds later, she roughly understood.

Feng Xiaocai brought the most and most valuable gifts—besides being rich, does her family have some ulterior motives towards my husband, Lao Yang?
Cai Ting was alright; she bought two large bags of fruit, and even picked the expensive ones—Sister Cai was indeed unconcerned with details, just like when she visited patients in the hospital and bought the same things.

Because of their special relationship with her and Yang Jinwen, Maozi and Maomei casually bought some malted milk powder and canned fruit—things that the two siblings probably loved most when they were little but couldn't afford, so they considered them precious.

That old fellow Yao Weihua actually came empty-handed... What is he dissatisfied with about his old Yang?
Wen Ling pondered this in her heart, and then suddenly realized that she had really put herself in her mother's perspective.

She quickly composed herself and said with a smile, "Come in, come in, no need to take off your shoes."

These words sounded exactly like my mother's usual tone.

Wenling was afraid of becoming like her mother, but when she spoke, she said the same thing Luo Chun often said: "Sit wherever you like, make yourself at home."

I've finally become the kind of person I hate the most.

Wen Ling sighed inwardly and said, "Dinner will be ready soon. Let me make you some tea first."

"Forensic Doctor Wen."

"Ok?"

Yao Weihua opened his coat, took out a wine bottle wrapped in newspaper, and handed it to her: "Good wine."

Wen Ling squinted, indicating her strong doubt.

She unfolded the newspaper, twisted open the bottle cap, and brought it close to her nose to take a sniff. A mellow aroma of wine filled her senses.

What temperature?

"56."

Wen Ling smiled and said, "It's New Year's Day today, so let's drink it at noon."

Yao Weihua nodded: "If you like it, I'll get you a few more bottles next time."

At this moment, Cai Ting asked, "By the way, where is Captain Yang?"