Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

The Zhong Chunhong incident has come to a perfect end, the only pity being that the young beauty has fallen ill. She frowns whenever she sees He Ping'an, and her voice is chilling. Based on He Ping'an's years of experience as a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, this is an illness! It needs treatment!

In the police dormitory, Bai Ling slumped in He Ping'an's arms, her face flushed with embarrassment as she looked down at her precious treasure. "Could you please move your hand away?"

He Ping'an frowned, and said in a serious tone, "I just wanted to warm your chest!"

"You scoundrel!" Bai Ling rolled her eyes. "Today, Uncle Luo publicly praised your various actions in the Zhong Chunhong case at the meeting."

"Do I need Luo Dapao's praise?" He Ping'an pursed his lips, his hands continuing to treat the patient.

"Stop fooling around!" Bai Ling pressed down on the large hand that was causing trouble on her body, and reminded her seriously:

"What's strange is that Liu Kangzhan, who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb, acted completely out of character today... He kept praising your measures at the meeting, especially the part about handling cases openly and accepting public supervision. He even declared that this should become a regular practice!"

"Liu Kangzhan doesn't seem like a magnanimous person, but this time he's unusually praising you? Ping An..." A hint of worry flashed in Bai Ling's eyes, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on her lover's small hand.

"Liu Kangzhan...?" He Ping'an paused, then smiled indifferently. "He might cause me some trouble later, but right now...? He doesn't even provide as much amusement as those beasts in our compound!"

Although He Ping'an never deliberately targeted Liu Kangzhan, given his position in the Public Security Bureau, Liu Kangzhan's situation was already precarious. Unexpectedly, Liu Kangzhan couldn't accept this and used his connections to file a complaint.

Apart from locals like Zheng Chaoyang, the first batch of work teams stationed in Beiping were all people with connections and influence. Everyone knew which one the big boss was referring to when he said, "A man's anger is for the sake of a woman."

His character was already questionable, and if he could use his connections to outmaneuver He Ping'an, everyone would fear him. Now, naturally, he's been isolated and has become universally disliked.

Some time ago, he was even put in solitary confinement by his superiors under the pretext of recuperating from an injury, and he was only released to work a few days ago!

Seeing that the pretty girl was still worried, He Ping'an had no choice but to pat his chest and say, "I promise you I'll be careful of that Liu guy's resistance from now on. Now you can rest assured!"

The pretty girl rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. "Your promise? Why did you pat my chest?"

"Stop fooling around, this is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor treating your illness. Don't be afraid to seek medical help!"

"Ugh... I hate it!"

The next morning, He Ping'an naturally handed Xiaoyushui to Bai Ling. The little girl sweetly called out, "Auntie, you smell so good!" her pronunciation clear, which made He Ping'an feel a pang of sadness. The pretty girl beside her made a few sarcastic remarks at the right time, creating a noisy yet unusually heartwarming scene!

Two adults and one child walked into the canteen, chatting and laughing. Ever since Bai Ling was kidnapped at the headquarters, she had moved into the bureau's dormitory, so it was only natural for the two of them to eat together.

At the entrance of the canteen, He Ping'an's smile suddenly froze. His gaze inadvertently swept over an empty spot, and not far away, Liu Kangzhan's hurried footsteps marked his departure.

Bai Ling and the little girl in her arms were still smiling brightly. Seeing He Ping'an standing there motionless, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing!" He Ping'an smiled nonchalantly, looking away, and went to line up for food.

He Ping'an had just felt a sinister gaze fixed on him. He initially thought it was some kind of spy, but it turned out to be a useless piece of trash…

In his view, Liu Kangzhan was not even as good as a good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid who just loafs around and waits to die. At least those second-generation rich kids knew to do their research before offending someone, unlike Liu Kangzhan who just recklessly charged in.

Liu Kangzhan couldn't even handle the most basic thing: calling his parents. The second generation, when bullied, would immediately call their parents without a word. Liu Kangzhan? Ha…

The peaceful liberation of Beiping was a complex and multifaceted affair, and the high-ranking official was truly overwhelmed with affairs of state. The fact that a mere police officer's report managed to land on his desk speaks volumes about the extent of his connections.

In the end, his attempt to steal a chicken backfired, and the big boss's casual remark sealed his fate. Not only did he become a laughingstock, but he also offended the big boss and might even implicate his father. Even the person who delivered the message for him would suffer the consequences.

Those work group members who were merely acquaintances of He Ping'an were so busy with their own work that they still had to come over to tell "jokes"! This speaks volumes...

In a way, He Ping'an actually benefited from this incident. He originally just wanted to defend Bai Ling and gave a detailed explanation of the story of "a beauty's anger can cause a man to lose his head."

He then went on to debate the historical phenomenon of beautiful women causing disasters, claiming that the survival of a nation depended on a mere woman—shameless! Unexpectedly, these words received praise from many female comrades within the Party, which was a pleasant surprise.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, Liu Kangzhan's once handsome face was now contorted in agony...

He was carried along the Long March route when he was learning to speak; the first two characters he learned when he was a child were "China"; and all the uncles and elders he spoke of in his youth were generals who held military power.

Young Pioneer, Communist Youth League member, Communist Party member—his journey was smooth sailing; even Xibaipo couldn't dampen his spirits. Until He Ping'an appeared…

The scornful glances from all sides of the conference room, and the relentless slaps, not only ruined his reputation but also shattered his former arrogance. Even complaining became a laughingstock in everyone's eyes.

"He Ping'an, Bai Ling!" The vicious voice sent chills down his spine. Liu Kangzhan's fierce gaze swept over the three warm-hearted people before he hurriedly left.

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, Liu Kangzhan looked back and slipped into a narrow alley.

At the end of the alley, a middle-aged man wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded coat paced anxiously back and forth, glancing every now and then towards the alley entrance. Seeing Liu Kangzhan emerge, he quickly put on a fawning smile, bowing obsequiously as he said:

"Commander Liu, I've made progress on the matter you entrusted to me. It's just that those people are afraid of retaliation and are making excuses to avoid coming!"

"Slap!" Liu Kangzhan slapped him across the face, sneering repeatedly. "Is it that they don't want to come, or are you taking advantage of the situation?"

"Bang!"

Liu Kangzhan tossed out two small yellow croakers, saying, "If I don't see him by this time tomorrow, I'll make sure he's not even a human being, let alone a policeman!"

"Yes...yes!"

Upon seeing the gold bars, the man who had been slapped immediately lost his anger and respectfully picked them up, bowing and scraping. He repeatedly assured everyone that he would succeed!

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Liu Kangzhan still made a few threats before letting the man leave.

At the alley entrance, Duomen, carrying his lunchbox, was humming an unknown tune softly on his way to work. Suddenly, someone bumped into him, causing him to stumble.

"What's wrong, buddy? Can't you see where you're going? You've hit me!"

"Master Duo...?" The middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground was about to start cursing when he heard the voice, his expression changed. He greeted the man with shifty eyes and a restrained demeanor.

"May you be blessed, Master Duo!"

"Gou Liu? What are you doing here..." Duomen looked at the man suspiciously, glancing at the alleyway out of the corner of his eye, where a familiar figure flashed by.