My older sister, born in the 1970s, stole my marriage; I took my three treasures and blew up the fam

"You're asking for it!"

Shen Yan rushed over and punched the man twice in the face.

Blood trickled from the corner of the man's mouth, yet he still looked at Ruan Tinghe with a smile.

Ruan Tinghe looked up and met his gaze. It wasn't the first time she had drawn a criminal's portrait face-to-face; she had seen many criminals even more perverted than the one in front of her.

She felt no fear, only disgust for this kind of garbage.

"You have a daughter too, right?"

Ruan Tinghe suddenly spoke, and the man's smile froze, his eyes becoming somewhat evasive.

"What did you say? Haha, how could I possibly have a daughter! A bunch of worthless things that I can only sell for money!"

The man burst into laughter, clearly trying to cover something up.

Ruan Tinghe's gaze fell on the man's wrist. "There are traces of a watch drawn on your wrist with a pen. Although you washed them off, there is still a faint trace left."

On the man's left wrist, there were indeed several very shallow marks, but it was impossible to tell what they were.

But Ruan Tinghe, based solely on these few messy strokes, guessed that what had been drawn before was a watch.

There's no way around it; someone who draws all year round is just too familiar with the outlines of every object.

The man instinctively covered his wrist. "I don't know what you're talking about. This is an old tattoo! It just wasn't completely removed. It's not a watch at all."

"The person who drew the watch on your hand must be an innocent person, and someone you love. So I guess it was drawn by your child, but I wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl."

"So I deliberately asked you if you had a daughter, and your reaction told me that you do have a daughter."

The man panicked completely. "I don't have a daughter! Don't talk nonsense!"

The vice-captain was stunned. "Wow! I didn't expect you to be so capable, young lady!"

Shen Yan felt honored and couldn't hide his affection when he looked at Ruan Tinghe.

"Of course." Doesn't she even know who her future daughter-in-law is?

Seeing that the man's psychological defenses had crumbled, Ruan Tinghe continued, "When you were trafficking other girls, did you ever think about your daughter?"

The man lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Do you think your daughter will follow in the footsteps of those poor girls after you go to jail?"

"Impossible!" the man retorted instinctively. "Impossible!"

Ruan Tinghe sneered: "Really? So you handed her over to someone you trust? Do people in your line of work have any integrity?"

"Instead of raising your daughter, you might as well sell her for money. You won't know you're in jail anyway, and you might even die there someday. Who would care whether your daughter lives or dies then?"

The man clenched his fists tightly, his eyes darting around frantically as he recalled his happy past with his daughter and the countless times he and his best friend had conspired to do evil together.

No, they've risked their lives for decades; they would never betray him!

Seeing that he was still holding on, Ruan Tinghe had no choice but to use a drastic measure.

"Aren't you curious about me? Well, you should know that I helped the police draw portraits of all the female corpses, right? No matter how decomposed they were, I could draw them."

"So now you know my abilities. Don't worry, if I ever meet your daughter, I'll..."

"Shut up!"

Before Ruan Tinghe could finish speaking, the man roared angrily and slammed his two fists, each the size of a sandbag, onto the table.

Ruan Tinghe knew that the other party had completely broken down, and it was time to get back on track.

"As long as you cooperate obediently, the government will help you find your daughter."

"Of course, you can also stay silent and gamble on whether your good brother will sell your daughter."

The man was drenched in cold sweat. He could die, but his daughter could not be harmed!

He put himself in his friend's shoes. If his good friend were in jail and entrusted his daughter to him, would he really treat him well?

He wouldn't! Why spend money to maintain something that can be sold for money?

Realizing all this, he felt a cold sweat break out and his hair stand on end!

He knew perfectly well who those girls would be sold to, what they would go through, and how miserable those who were sold were, and how much worse those who weren't sold were!

After all, girls are not as easy to sell as boys. If they can't be sold, they are crippled and forced to beg for money, or to perform on the street, or even to become prostitutes.

The color drained from his face layer by layer.

The man's hands trembled. "I... I'm worthy of you! But I want to see my daughter! I need to see her first!"

Ruan Tinghe packed up her painting supplies, realizing that this trip had been in vain.

There was nothing else for her to do, and Shen Yan personally escorted her out.

"Sit here for a while, I'll take you home!" Shen Yan pressed the person down onto the stool. "I'll go get something and be right back!"

A short while later, Shen Yan came out carrying a bicycle.

Let's go!

Ruan Tinghe's jaw nearly dropped in astonishment: "You told me to wait for you, and you're going to drive me home in this?"

"Can't?"

"Then why don't we ride back together in Li Liang's car?"

Shen Yan glanced at Li Liang, who immediately said, "Oh dear! I have something to do later, so I won't be going back for now."

Shen Yan shrugged: "Look, he's busy. I'll take you instead. If you don't like bicycles, I can get you a motorcycle, or Li Liang's car will do. Which one do you prefer?"

Ruan Tinghe looked at Li Liang, who looked like he was about to cry.

Helpless, he said, "Then let's ride bicycles. I can enjoy the scenery of Shanghai along the way."

Ruan Tinghe sat sideways in the car. "Can you pull me like this?"

Shen Yan turned around and met her teasing gaze. "Don't underestimate me! Just hold on tight so you don't fall!"

Ruan Tinghe gripped the car seat with one hand and Shen Yan's clothes from behind with the other.

Shen Yan, with his long legs, supported himself on the bicycle, holding Ruan Tinghe's hands around his waist.

"This way you're less likely to fall!"

Ruan Tinghe touched the hard abdominal muscles under her fingertips and couldn't help but feel her face burning. She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but Shen Yan pressed her hand down hard.

"You don't really want to fall down and then try to extort money from me, do you? Fine, I'll take care of you for the rest of my life anyway."

"What did you say?"

Shen Yan didn't reply. He pushed off with his foot, and the bicycle shot off.

Ruan Tinghe leaned back due to inertia, and was so frightened that she clung tightly to Shen Yan's waist and abdomen with both hands.

She could clearly feel her abs calling to her...

Well, he's busy riding his bike, so he probably won't notice, right?

If I've already touched it, how can I not touch it carefully?

Ruan Tinghe pretended to be unintentional, her palm moving up and down in sync with Shen Yan's breathing and the rhythm of his cycling...

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

"Have you counted them all?" Shen Yan suddenly braked, turned around, and pressed down on her mischievous hand.

Ruan Tinghe's face burned. "Counting what? Who counted?"

"Didn't you count?"

"Of course not!"

"Sure!" Shen Yan asked, amused. "Want to stick it in and count?"

Ruan Tinghe abruptly withdrew her hand. "You, you're being a pervert!"

"Tsk, yes, I was being a pervert. I shouldn't have rubbed my abs against you."

Shen Yan turned back and started pedaling the bicycle again, thus ending the topic. However, Ruan Tinghe's face grew hotter and hotter, and her ears turned so red they were almost bleeding!