In Hong Kong variety shows, what does "crime buster" mean?

Inside a luxury apartment in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Le Huizhen leaned back on the sofa, one leg curled up under her body, the other casually draped over the edge of the coffee table.

The telephone receiver is held between the ear and shoulder.

"Hye-jeong, I heard you have a boyfriend, is that true?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was cautiously probing.

"Mom, who told you that?"

Lok Wai-ching paused for a moment as she changed the channel, her voice unconsciously tightening.

She did not deny this fact.

"Don't worry about that!"

The voice on the other end of the phone rose a little.

"Huizhen, you're not young anymore. Your mom should support you in finding a boyfriend, but shouldn't she at least meet him?"

"Let's talk about that later, we haven't officially started dating yet!"

Lok Hye-jung bit her lip.

"It's okay to have a meal together..."

"Alright, that's enough, I have things to do at the newspaper!"

"Hey, you brat..."

After hanging up the phone, the living room became quiet.

The television screen was still flickering; it was an old black-and-white movie where the male and female leads were embracing in the rain, raindrops streaming down their faces.

Lok Wai-ching stared at the screen for a few seconds, then suddenly felt it was too bright for her eyes and reached out to turn off the TV.

She nestled into the sofa, burying her face in her knees, her hair falling loosely on either side.

Although they were already very close, the two of them tacitly broke the ice.

Lok Wai-ching is enjoying her current state of mind, but some things eventually have to come to a conclusion.

Today's phone call is just the beginning. If we don't come up with an explanation, there will probably be a lot more trouble ahead.

But every time I hear news about that person, the thorn in my heart seems to pierce deeper.

Frustrated, Lok Hye-jung rolled over and buried her face in the sofa cushions.

Just then, the pager on the coffee table vibrated.

She reached out and squinted at the number on the screen.

It belongs to Chen Fan.

Lok Wai-ching sat up, tucked her loose hair behind her ears, and picked up the phone to call back.

"Feed?"

Chen Fan's voice came through the receiver, lazy, like the sun outside.

"Is something the matter?"

Lok Wai-ching's voice was much brighter than before, and she herself didn't even notice the change in her tone.

"Yeah, I just got two days off. I was wondering if you were free to grab a bite to eat and maybe catch a movie."

The sound of turning pages of a newspaper came from the other end of the phone, along with Chen Fan's soft laughter.

Lok Hye-jung's lips unconsciously curled up.

"Are you treating?"

"It's my treat."

"I'll think about it."

"How long do you need to consider?"

"Hmm... three seconds."

"arrive."

Chen Fan chuckled. "Would Miss Le do me the honor?"

"reward."

Lok Wai-ching stood up from the sofa, walked barefoot on the floor, and headed towards the bedroom.

"What time? Where?"

"Seven o'clock, Central, in front of the same shopping mall as last time."

"it is good."

She hung up the phone and stood in front of the wardrobe, opening the door.

The clothes inside were hung neatly, arranged from left to right according to the shade of color, which was her usual style.

Lok Wai-ching's fingers slid across a row of clothes racks, finally stopping on a pale yellow dress.

After thinking about it, I pushed it back and changed into a white one.

She compared herself to the mirror, then changed back.

The pale yellow color appears softer.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Yue Huizhen suddenly found it a little funny.

When did she become so concerned about what she wears?

When I used to cover the news, I would just throw on a jacket and go out; I was too lazy to even put on makeup.

Now, I stood in front of the wardrobe for ten minutes just to get a meal.

Lok Wai-ching shook her head, took off her clothes and threw them on the bed, then turned and went into the bathroom.

.....

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7 p.m., Central.

Chen Fan stood at the entrance of the mall.

Chen Fan stood at the entrance of the mall, wearing a dark gray casual suit jacket, his strong muscles filling out the jacket.

He exudes a masculine beauty that is clearly visible to the naked eye.

Coupled with his slightly roguish yet handsome face, he exudes a contradictory sense of elegance combined with violence.

Yes, the very essence of a suit-wearing thug.

When Lok Wai-ching got out of the car, she saw him immediately.

Chen Fan stood under the mall lights, his figure tall and slender, his profile sharply defined, which made her heart beat a little faster.

"Let's go, what do you want to eat?"

She naturally took his arm, and the two walked side by side into the mall.

"It's already booked. You'll see when you get there."

A moment later, inside an Italian restaurant.

The lighting here was dim, candles were lit on the table, the clinking of cutlery was very soft, and the people around were speaking in hushed tones.

Le Huizhen sat opposite Chen Fan, holding the stem of her wine glass and gently swirling it.

The wine left a thin layer of color on the glass before slowly flowing down.

"Is something on your mind today?"

Suddenly, Chen Fan put down his knife and fork and looked at her face.

"Hmm? Is it that obvious?"

Lok Hye-ching was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

My mom asked me if I had a boyfriend.

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow but didn't reply.

Lok Hye-jung looked at him, waited a few seconds, and when she realized that he really didn't intend to ask, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't you want to know how I answered?"

"I don't want to, because I know what you'll say."

Chen Fan said in a firm tone.

"Oh?"

Le Huizhen's phoenix eyes widened.

"You won't deny it."

Chen Fan smiled slightly, then asked, "When are you taking me back to meet your aunt?"

"Ugh!! Who wants to be your girlfriend?!"

Lok Wai-ching chuckled, the candlelight reflected in her eyes twinkling like stars.

"I don't want to go home."

Her mood suddenly dropped again.

Things will get better.

Chen Fan said softly.

Lok Hye-jung glanced at him, a slight smirk playing on her lips. "How perfunctory!"

"So what do you want to hear?"

"have no idea."

Lok Hye-ching thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Maybe we don't need to say anything."

Chen Fan remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, walked around the table, and stood in front of her.

Lok Wai-ching looked up, but before she could react, he gently pulled her into his arms.

The hug came suddenly, but it didn't feel abrupt.

Chen Fan put one arm around her shoulder and placed the other hand on the back of her head, gently stroking her hair.

Lok Hye-jung froze for a moment, then slowly relaxed and buried her face in his chest.

She could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, each beat carrying a powerful feeling.

"If something similar happens again, I'll face it with you."

Chen Fan's voice came from above.

Lok Hye-jung's fingers gripped the back of his shirt tightly.

She didn't speak, but simply buried her face even deeper.

Someone was playing the piano in the restaurant. The piece was very slow; it was "The Moon Represents My Heart."

After a long while, Yue Huizhen stepped out of his embrace and wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

"You're so skilled at it, how many have you dated?"

Her voice sounded a little muffled, but her tone had returned to normal.

"You're the first one."

Chen Fan immediately replied, "Go back and get some rest. My personal reporter can't be this lethargic!"

"snort!"

Lok Wai-ching glared at him, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

The two sat for a while longer, finished the rest of their drinks, and then Chen Fan called the waiter to settle the bill.

As I stepped out of the restaurant, a cool night breeze greeted me.