Chapter Fourteen: Killing with a Borrowed Blade

"Qin Jing, we suspect you of trafficking stolen vehicles. Please come with us."
The police, unaware of the intricacies of the situation, marched straight up to Qin Jing as soon as they entered. They had been sent by Wang Keng, who had been scheming against Qin Jing for some time.
Hu Chaoyang, standing off to the side, wore a smug grin. He was quite jealous of Qin Jing—a nobody like him, yet he had managed to win over the stunning Chen Hua for such a long time. Even after being expelled from school, Qin Jing still lived vibrantly, and as long as Qin Jing was doing well, Hu Chaoyang couldn’t stand it.
"Wait, which precinct are you from?"
Zheng Qiuyin finally spoke up. Wang Keng’s eyes darted about nervously, but Zheng Qiuyin had locked onto him; he couldn’t even muster the courage to speak, forced to watch helplessly as the officers announced their affiliation.
Then, Zheng Qiuyin took the opportunity to make a phone call.
"Here, your chief’s number..."
Chief? Our own chief sent us here!
The lead officer hesitated, but after taking the call, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was from the district branch, but the call came from the city headquarters—this was a disaster...
A barrage of insults greeted him, but the leader on the other end clarified the situation: Miss Zheng’s car had been stolen, the evidence pointed directly to Wang Keng, and yet they’d brought the thief to harass the rightful owner.
Even if it was an internal matter, the officer now hated Wang Keng—this was a setup. If word got out, it would be a scandal of "police colluding with criminals."
"Wang Keng, Hu Chaoyang, come with us."
After hanging up, the officer’s demeanor changed in an instant, and he pulled out handcuffs to restrain Wang Keng.
"No need to trouble yourselves—the city headquarters will send someone. Oh, but that Hu Chaoyang, you can take him away; just make sure to refund me for the car purchase."
Wang Keng’s face turned ashen. He knew what was coming; ordinary police could do nothing to him, but Zheng Qiuyin was no ordinary person. With the awakening of spiritual energy just beginning, the authorities had relevant organizations, and it was that organization that would handle him.
"Wait, this guy sold me a stolen car—I want my payment refunded."
Qin Jing stepped forward and pointed at Hu Chaoyang, addressing the police. He had no intention of immediately reclaiming the money; he simply wanted to strike while the iron was hot.
Now, it was a case of catching the criminal and the evidence together. The police promptly invited Qin Jing to the station to give a statement.

Qin Jing was not intimidated, but he knew well what these officers were like. He immediately looked at Zheng Qiuyin and asked, "Miss Zheng, shall we go together? After all, you’re the victim."
Zheng Qiuyin gave him a long, searching look, then turned to her sister and said, "Accompany Mr. Qin to the station."
Chen Hua and Old Wei, who had been watching quietly, exchanged odd glances. It was plain to them now—the car was stolen, the victim knew Qin Jing, and Hu Chaoyang’s attempt to frame Qin Jing had backfired spectacularly. He had truly brought ruin upon himself.
What followed was straightforward: Zheng Qiuying accompanied Qin Jing to the district branch. The branch didn’t complicate matters; Hu Chaoyang was locked up for theft and trafficking luxury cars. The sentence might not be long, but the fines would be severe. Of course, these proceedings would take their proper course.
Qin Jing recovered the ten thousand yuan—stolen funds—with ease, thanks to Zheng Qiuying’s presence. Without her, Hu Chaoyang’s connections might have allowed him to turn the tables.
"My sister said, since you helped recover the car, the fifty thousand yuan will be transferred to your account soon."
As they left the station, Zheng Qiuying addressed Qin Jing coolly.
"I really should accept it, so I won’t be polite," Qin Jing replied, then asked, "Are you upset with me, Miss Zheng? Angry that I didn’t explain earlier?"
Zheng Qiuying, being young and unable to hide her feelings, harrumphed, "I’m not anyone to you—do you need to explain yourself to me?"
"And besides, do you think I’m stupid? As if I can’t see it now? You and my sister were conspiring, planning a sting operation to trap Wang Keng and that other guy together."
"Heh, I really am foolish—not even seeing through that. You’re both so clever."
Her tone was sarcastic; she was still angry.
Qin Jing chuckled to himself, but didn’t force an explanation. "Fine, I was going to discuss the second dose of the potion with you, but since you’re in a bad mood, I’ll let it go."
"What? The second dose!"
Zheng Qiuying, who had been fuming, turned abruptly, her eyes shining with hope as she stared at Qin Jing. "Are you selling it? One and a half million—I’ll take it. I’ve already raised the money."
She had no money herself, but her sister was wealthy.
"No, you must have figured it out by now—the potion is extraordinary. I told you before, there are only two doses. I won’t sell the second one for money."

Zheng Qiuying was instantly displeased, pouting, "How could you be like this? We already agreed on one and a half million. Now you’re going back on your word?"
"Let me finish. I don’t want the one and a half million. The second dose, I’ll give to you and your sister, but I have one condition."
"What condition?" Zheng Qiuying still frowned. She’d had a good impression of Qin Jing before, but now she disliked him, suspecting he would make exorbitant demands.
"I’ll tell you when I see your sister."
Qin Jing hailed a taxi and beckoned to Zheng Qiuying, "Come, let’s go."
Zheng Qiuying was deeply unhappy—he clearly thought little of her, didn’t trust her authority.
The whole ride, Zheng Qiuying kept her face sullen and uttered not a word to Qin Jing.
Qin Jing didn’t mind; though Zheng Qiuying was even more beautiful than Chen Hua, he felt no interest in her.
Ever since meeting Jessica Theo that morning, Qin Jing realized he’d been influenced by her—not through supernatural means, but simply because Jessica Theo was so stunning, so flawless, that he found himself suddenly indifferent to ordinary beauties.
Perhaps the effect would fade with time, he consoled himself.
Throughout the ride, Zheng Qiuying glared fiercely at Qin Jing as they got out—was he really that dense? She’d acted like this, and he didn’t even try to comfort her!
Inside the courtyard, Wang Keng, Chen Hua, and the others were gone; only Zheng Qiuyin stood in front of the Mercedes S320. Zheng Qiuying went over and, with much embellishment and a tone full of grievance, recounted the events to her sister.
Zheng Qiuyin, who’d had a good impression of Qin Jing, now suspected he was about to make unreasonable demands. She looked at him and said, "What condition does Mr. Qin wish to propose?"
Qin Jing was annoyed: if not for him, the two sisters might have been sold off already, and now they were giving him attitude?
"I was going to ask a small favor, but now I think I can handle it myself—no need for the two young ladies to get involved."