You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The Volkswagen police car's engine roared defiantly on the highway, its speed so great that the roadside scenery turned into flowing blocks of color.

The air pressure inside the car is so low that it can suffocate deep-sea fish.

Su Qingge gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and a layer of frost covered her exquisite profile.

She remained silent, but her tightly pursed red lips and slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turmoil within her heart.

Lin Chen sat in the passenger seat, feeling the chill emanating from beside him, and carefully shifted his position.

Although his bandaged hands hurt, it was far less than the mental pressure he was under at that moment.

Looking at Su Qingge's arrogant demeanor—clearly furious but pretending to be nonchalant—he suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

He cleared his throat and tentatively began to speak.

"Team Leader Su."

Su Qingge ignored him and simply pressed the accelerator harder.

Undeterred, Lin Chen moved closer, lowered his voice, and asked in a teasing tone.

Are you jealous?

"squeak--!!!"

A piercing screech of brakes, sharp enough to tear your eardrums, echoed across the highway!

The tires left two dark tracks on the ground, and the huge inertia made Lin Chen lurch forward. Fortunately, the seat belt held him back.

Su Qingge turned her head sharply, her pretty face turning as red as a ripe apple due to the rush of blood to her head.

Her beautiful eyes widened, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and her voice rose eight octaves.

"Who's jealous!"

"I'm afraid you'll make a mistake! You're a police consultant now, and getting so close to those capitalists is a bad influence! Do you understand?"

She finished shouting in one breath, her chest heaving violently, but her eyes darted away, unable to meet Lin Chen's gaze.

Seeing her blustering yet cowardly demeanor, Lin Chen felt secretly pleased.

This woman is adorably stubborn.

……

In the following days, the police department officially issued a notice.

Given Lin Chen's outstanding contributions in the "Clown" case and his serious injuries, he was granted a limited-term extended leave until he fully recovered.

This made Lin Chen extremely happy.

He has completely switched to a "salted fish" lifestyle, sleeping until he naturally wakes up every day, eating his mother's lovingly prepared meals, lying on the sofa watching movies and scrolling through short videos, living a very comfortable life.

The wounds on his hands were healing at a visible speed thanks to the system's powerful self-healing ability.

The sun was shining brightly that morning.

Lin Chen was wearing shorts and had a fried dough stick in his mouth as he strolled around the living room.

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang suddenly, breaking the tranquility of the home.

"Who is it, so early in the morning?"

Shen Manyun, the mother who was busy in the kitchen, wiped her hands, muttered to herself in confusion, and went over to open the door.

The door opened.

Standing outside the door was none other than Su Qingge.

She wasn't wearing her police uniform today; instead, she wore a fitted tracksuit that accentuated her amazing figure, and she was carrying an exquisite thermos.

Upon seeing that it was Shen Manyun who opened the door, Su Qingge's cold expression softened slightly, even revealing a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Good morning, Auntie.

When Shen Manyun saw it was her, she immediately beamed with joy, as if she had seen her own daughter.

"Oh! It's Qingge! Come in, come in!"

She pulled Su Qingge into the house and warmly took the thermos.

"Don't bring anything else, just come and sit down!"

The way they acted was as if they were treating Su Qingge as a sure thing for their future daughter-in-law.

Su Qingge felt a little uncomfortable under this enthusiasm, her pretty face flushed slightly as she sat down on the sofa.

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang again.

Shen Manyun was taken aback, wondering to herself, "There are guests again?" She then went to open the door.

"Brother Lin Chen! Aunt Shen! I've come to see you!"

As soon as the door opened, a petite and lovely figure hopped in—it was Su Ke'er.

She carried a huge imported fruit basket, and casually took Shen Manyun's arm, her words as sweet as honey.

"Aunt Shen, you look radiant today! Your skin is even more beautiful than ours!"

Shen Manyun recognized her at a glance; she was the little girl who had carefully fed her son fruit at the hospital last time, and she felt even more fond of her.

In the living room, Su Qingge saw her best friend also barging in. Her fingers, holding the water glass, tightened slightly, and her eyes instantly turned somewhat unfriendly.

The two beauties hadn't even had a chance to exchange glances.

"Ding-dong—"

The doorbell rang for the third time.

Shen Manyun felt that the doorbell was unusually busy today.

Filled with curiosity, she opened the door again.

At the entrance stood a stunningly beautiful woman with a cool and aloof demeanor.

Jiang Tingxue.

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, but in her hand she was carrying two exquisitely packaged gift boxes, which were printed with the words "Premium Cordyceps" and "Changbai Mountain Wild Ginseng".

"Hello, Auntie, I've come to see Lin Chen."

Her voice, like her temperament, was clear, cool, and melodious.

"I'm here to check on Lin Chen's wound healing, and I also brought some supplements, hoping they will help with his recovery."

Looking at the female forensic doctor in front of her, whose temperament resembled that of a university professor, and then at the expensive tonic in her hand, Shen Manyun felt a surge of emotions.

What happened?

Why did they all choose today?

Was it agreed upon beforehand?

This is not over yet.

Just when Shen Manyun felt her brain wasn't working properly.

"Rumble..."

Suddenly, the roar of a heavy truck engine came from downstairs, growing louder as it approached, and finally stopped in front of my building.

Immediately following was a cacophony of moving sounds and commands.

Before Shen Manyun could react, she saw a group of workers in uniform begin carrying things upstairs like ants.

First, a huge box, wider than the door, was carefully carried in. It had "85 inches" printed on it, which made her dizzy.

Next up was a top-of-the-line massage chair that looked ridiculously expensive, gleaming with genuine leather, which almost blocked the entire aisle.

Then came boxes and boxes of top-grade Wagyu beef with Japanese labels, supposedly air-freighted from Kobe!

There are also boxes of exquisitely packaged premium bird's nest and sea cucumber...

To everyone's astonishment, a figure gracefully entered the somewhat cramped living room, as if a queen were inspecting her territory.

Ye Qingcheng.

She wore a well-tailored haute couture suit, with a slightly formulaic smile on her face, yet her stunning beauty was still undeniable.

On the sofa, Su Qingge's face was as cold as ice, Su Ke'er's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and Jiang Tingxue subconsciously pushed up her glasses, a sharp glint flashing behind the lenses.

Ye Qingcheng walked up to Shen Manyun, who was completely petrified, and nodded slightly.

"Hello, Aunt Shen."

"I am Ye Qingcheng from the Ye Group. Lin Chen saved my life."

"This is just a small token of my appreciation, nothing more."

Shen Manyun was completely dumbfounded.

She looked at the "gifts" piled up all over the living room, leaving almost no room to step, and then at the three stunningly beautiful women sitting on the sofa, each with a different style but equally breathtaking beauty.

She wiped her hands on her apron helplessly, opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

What... what exactly is going on?