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Chapter 88 Time to Eat!

The laughter in the office hadn't subsided when Chen Fan raised his hand to quiet everyone down.

"Alright, enough of this small talk, let's get down to business."

He pulled out a chair and sat down, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the group, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"The director just called me over. Besides the matter of the task force, there's another piece of news."

Chili immediately leaned closer, her eyes sparkling: "What news? Is it a bonus?"

"There's no bonus, but the promotion is real."

Chen Fan leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips: "From today onwards, you will call me Inspector Chen!"

"Inspector?! Brother Fan, your qualifications are far superior to those liberal arts students who got in with just a pen and ink!"

Chili immediately started shouting and yelling.

"Keep your voice down, the whole floor can hear you."

Curry tugged at him from behind, but he also had a smile on his face.

Song Zijie and Ma Jun came over to offer their congratulations, and the atmosphere was very warm.

Fang Jiexia was the most composed of them all.

Well, in front of outsiders, she still needs to maintain a cool and aloof persona.

"Congratulations."

"It's just a trainee inspector, nothing to be surprised about. Oh, and there's one more thing."

Chen Fan pointed at Song Zijie, "The chief gave me a sergeant recommendation spot, and I've decided to give it to Zijie."

Song Zijie was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

"Brother Fan, it's me."

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Chen Fan interrupted him, "You were the first to follow me, the most reliable, and the most familiar with the rules. If I don't give this spot to you, who should I give it to?"

"Haha, Brother Jie, you'll have to look after us from now on."

Chili peppers watched with envy.

None of the three had any objections to Chen Fan's actions, since their classmates were still running on the track at school every day.

"Thank you, Brother Fan. I won't let you down."

Song Zijie took a deep breath and quickly accepted the fact.

"Yes, I believe you."

Chen Fan gently patted his shoulder.

Seeing the atmosphere was getting a bit serious, Fang Jiexia interjected, "Inspector Chen, getting promoted to Inspector is a great thing! Just saying congratulations isn't enough; you have to treat us to a meal!"

Upon hearing this, Chili immediately perked up.

"Yes, yes, yes! Treat us! Brother Fan, you've been promoted to Inspector, and Zijie has been promoted to Sergeant. It's a double celebration. How can we not treat you?"

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"There's a new seafood restaurant that opened in Tsim Sha Tsui, I want to eat Boston lobster!"

Curry added to the dish.

"Lobster? Do you want some pineapple?"

Chen Fan laughed and cursed, "You guys, you're always trying to kill me whenever you get the chance, aren't you?"

"Brother Fan, you're an inspector now, your salary is way higher than ours, who else would we rip off if not you?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Alright, alright, please."

Chen Fan waved his hand, looking like he couldn't do anything about it. "You decide the time, you pick the place, just don't bankrupt me."

Once everyone quieted down, he stopped smiling and got down to business.

"Now that I've finished talking about the good news, there's one more thing I need to tell you."

Chen Fan paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"The director just said that a special task force has been set up to target V, and I have been transferred there. I need to report for duty tomorrow."

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Upon hearing this, the smiles on the faces of the group faded somewhat.

"Special task force?"

Chili frowned. "So, Fan-ge, you're going alone?"

"Yes, each police station will select one or more elite officers to work together on the case."

As Chen Fan was speaking, he turned to look at Fang Jiexia, "While I'm gone, you take care of things in the team first." Before he could finish speaking, Fang Jiexia interrupted him.

"Brother Fan, I want to go to the task force too."

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow: "You?"

"Um.

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Fang Jiexia nodded, her expression calm. "I received the notification this morning; my name has already been submitted."

Chen Fan looked at her for a moment, then gently exhaled.

"Fine, since you're going too, then forget it."

He turned to look at Song Zijie.

"Ah Jie, then I'll have to trouble you. Things are so chaotic outside right now, so don't put too much pressure on yourself. You can tell me anything you need to do."

Song Zijie straightened his back and said solemnly, "Don't worry, Brother Fan, I will lead everyone well."

"Um."

Chen Fan patted him on the shoulder, looked around, and finally settled his gaze on Curry and the others.

"You three, whatever you do, don't act impulsively, you hear me?"

"Got it, Brother Fan!"

"Brother Fan, don't worry, we'll definitely be fine!"

"Cough, I won't do anything reckless."

Ma Jun scratched his head, a simple, honest smile on his face.

Chen Fan laughed in anger upon hearing this.

"You little rascal, don't forget about this as soon as you leave!"

"I know, I know."

Ma Jun nodded repeatedly.

With things mostly settled here, Chen Fan planned to leave the police station.

Fang Jiexia had originally planned to discuss the task force, but seeing the situation, she had no choice but to give up the idea.

the other side.

After leaving the police station, Chen Fan first called Wei Jixiang.

"Brother Fan!"

"Hmm, how's Amei doing over there?"

This sentence was like flipping a switch.

Wei Jixiang's voice immediately changed, filled with grievance.

"Of course it's great! Everyone respects the proprietress, she's really something else!"

He paused, seemingly considering his words, "They're too good at managing their money."

"It's good to have someone keep an eye on you. If the company is to go far, it can't just do whatever it wants."

"Brother Fan, that's not what I meant."

Wei Jixiang hesitated for a moment: "The boss said that the office supplies I bought before were too expensive, and she won't let me buy canned coffee in the break room anymore, saying it's more cost-effective to brew my own."

"The most outrageous thing is that she found out the char siu rice at the tea restaurant downstairs was three yuan more expensive than the one across the street, so she never let us eat there again. She insisted on going all the way across the street to buy it. Three yuan, Fan-ge!"

"Alright, alright."

Chen Fan interrupted him, suppressing a laugh, "Why are you, a grown man, arguing with a woman? Here's what we'll do, I'll talk to her about it next time I come back."

"Brother Fan, you must remember to tell him!"

"Don't worry, just take care of the company's accounts. The money saved can be used to give out more bonuses or to improve the brothers' meals."

"Really? What about the proprietress?"

"I will talk to her."

"Thank you, Brother Fan!"

Wei Jixiang's tone immediately brightened, "By the way, Brother Fan, when are you coming to the company for a visit?"

"Let's talk about it in a couple of days. The police station is busy lately."

Chen Fan paused after speaking, then continued, "About that lawyer, I..."

"Brother Fan! You've been dragging this out for so long!"

"I know, I know, I'll definitely do it next time."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan took out another phone, sat in the car for a moment and thought about it before finally dialing another number.

"Feed?"

Her voice was languid, and the background was quiet, unlike what one would expect from a newspaper office.

"at home?"

"Um!"

I'll come find you.

","good!"

Half an hour later, inside the luxury apartment.

Lok Wai-ching stood at the door, wearing a loose white cotton T-shirt and light gray lounge shorts, revealing a pair of long, fair legs.

Her hair wasn't tied up as usual, but rather casually draped over her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled up.

She had no makeup on, looking very plain. The sharp and assertive image of the female reporter she usually projected had completely vanished, and she looked like an ordinary girl at home.

But her expression was a little off.

With its downturned lips and furrowed brows, it looked exactly like a wronged cat.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Fan walked in and closed the door behind him.

"The editor-in-chief told me to rest at home for half a month!"

Lok Wai-ching sank into the sofa, burying her face between her knees, her voice muffled.

"Oh?"

Chen Fan sat down next to her: "Why did I give you a day off when everything was fine?"

"It's not because of what happened last night."

Lok Wai-ching raised her head, her eyes filled with resentment and grievance. "The newspaper boss called me personally, saying that I acted without authorization and disregarded my personal safety. He told me to stay home for half a month to reflect on my actions."

"Have you reflected on your actions yet?"

Chen Fan said softly.

Lok Hye-ching was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected to hear these words.

Why should I reflect on my actions?

"Oh..."

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Chen Fan laughed in exasperation.

He suddenly reached out and pulled Lok Wai-ching off the sofa.

Before Lok Hye-jung could react, she was already lying on his lap.

"What are you doing—"

Before she could finish speaking, a crisp sound exploded in the quiet room.

Snapped!

Lok Wai-ching's body tensed up abruptly, her entire face turning bright red in an instant, the redness spreading from her earlobes all the way down her neck, as if she were on fire.

Chen Fan's slaps landed rhythmically, each one causing Le Huizhen's shoulder to tremble.

She didn't cry out in pain; she just buried her face in the sofa cushions and groaned softly.

Snapped!

"Have you reflected on your actions?"

"I don't!"

Lok Wai-ching kicked her leg, refusing to admit defeat.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan slapped himself several more times.

"Do you even realize how worried I am about you? And you still think you've done nothing wrong?"

"I—I know I was wrong."

Her voice was incredibly soft.

Chen Fan stopped, but instead of letting go immediately, he gently rubbed it.

Lok Wai-ching cried out again, but this time it wasn't in pain.

"You bad guy!"

After a few minutes, Chen Fan straightened her up again.

Lok Wai-ching slumped on the sofa, her hair disheveled, her eyes slightly red, as if her bones had been removed.

Her eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling.

"Afan, stay here tonight."

"Are you serious?"

"Hmph! After all this, do you think you can shirk responsibility?!"

"Who's shirking responsibility?!"

Chen Fan immediately became unhappy. "Fine, then I won't leave."

Lok Wai-ching didn't continue speaking, but slowly sat up and tucked her loose hair behind her ears.

Her movements were slow.

The movement of fingers running through hair, the shadow of collarbone under the light, and the light that gradually emerges in those eyes.

Then she smiled and waved to Chen Fan.

What happened next unfolded naturally.

The night in the port city outside the window continued, with neon lights flashing tirelessly, illuminating the entire street in a dazzling array of colors.

In the affluent area of ​​Victoria Peak, someone is making phone calls to put out fires.

The gang warfare in Wan Chai continues, with uniformed police officers' whistles sounding intermittently.

However, none of this concerns Lok Hye-ching anymore.

She curled up next to Chen Fan, burying her face in his chest and listening to his heartbeat.