You Mingxu sat in her office, flipping through the newly added case files, feeling a chill in her heart. When criminal investigators feel blocked, they want to smoke. She had just pulled out a cigarette when someone took it away.

Wearing a black suit with a silver-gray shirt and no tie, Yin Feng leaned against the desk – she had picked out these clothes this morning. He disapprovingly tossed the cigarette in the trash: “Ah Xu, your injuries haven’t fully healed, how can you smoke?”

“Hey hey—” You Mingxu couldn’t save it in time, her eyes showing distress – that was a Blue Furong King, just given to her by Old Tan.

A piece of gum appeared in front of her. You Mingxu showed complete disdain and ignored it, but Yin Feng stuffed it into her mouth anyway, his fingers brushing against her lips. You Mingxu felt slightly embarrassed and glanced around at her colleagues, fortunately no one had noticed.

To her surprise, the brat bent down, hand resting on her chair back, and said: “Ah Xu, will you quit smoking for me?”

You Mingxu gave him a cold look.

Then she smiled and said in a low voice: “We’ve only been together for a few days, and you’re already trying to control me?”

Yin Feng’s heart warmed, and he quickly kissed her cheek. You Mingxu’s eyes widened, her expression starting to change – this was the office, after all. But then he said: “From now on, every time you smoke, I’ll kiss you. No matter where we are or who’s around.”

You Mingxu ground her teeth a couple of times, unable to respond, and could only snort coldly before returning to the case files. From the corner of her eye, she could see his eyes were full of laughter. The key person was dressed exactly as she wanted today, looking very handsome. You Mingxu suddenly felt her anger dissipating.

Then she thought, this isn’t right. She had assumed that once they got together, she would have the upper hand in everything, able to summon and dismiss him at will. But these past few days, because of her injury, he had dominated her in bed. Now he was playing mind games with her, trying to control everything, not even letting her smoke.

Heh heh… You Mingxu laughed coldly in her heart. Her injuries were almost healed. It was time to remind Yu Yingjun who was really in charge of this household.

At this moment, Han Feng walked into the office and said to them: “You can go see Deng Yao now.”

After several days without seeing him, Deng Yao seemed unchanged, still like a silent black tower. He just wore prison clothes now, with handcuffs and shackles, his face dark. He raised his head and saw You Mingxu and his expression became complicated.

You Mingxu pulled out a chair and sat down, slowly leaning back, lifting her chin with a hint of disdain.

Deng Yao sensed her contempt and felt a surge of anger, raising his bull-like eyes to stare at her. But the woman remained calm and unhurried, her gaze ice-cold, carrying an indefinable hint of mockery. Deng Yao suddenly remembered that night when she had brutally beaten him at the end – he had never been beaten so badly or painfully before. Suddenly, a trace of fear arose in his heart. That fear was identical to when he hid in his butcher shop, watching police cars whiz past through the crack in the door, or when he anxiously looked around during his first crime.

Beside her, two more gazes were fixed on Deng Yao. He noticed that one belonged to a very handsome man who looked like an elite – the type he could never compare to since childhood. The man’s gaze was cold, showing undisguised hatred and anger.

So Deng Yao felt his powerlessness, felt his insignificance. Full of anger yet helpless, his neck reddened as he lowered his head.

“Have you confessed everything?” You Mingxu asked.

Deng Yao: “Mm.”

But she laughed coldly: “I don’t think so.”

Deng Yao remained silent, slowly raising his head, only to see the woman’s gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight through him.

“I hear that no matter what, you won’t admit there was another accomplice?” You Mingxu said.

Deng Yao stammered silently. But he heard her continue with a cold laugh: “He put on quite a show, trying to escape and distance himself from this. Unfortunately, there’s always a flaw no matter how careful you are. The more perfect he tried to make it, the more likely there would be holes. And the biggest hole is right there in your courtyard, isn’t it? Do I need to remind you?”