Chapter 35: Shut Your Dog Eyes

“Bastard, shut your filthy eyes!” Zhang Yantong scolded in a half-playful, half-annoyed tone.

“Uh...” Ye Chen hurriedly covered his eyes. “They’re closed, they’re closed!” he said quickly.

Though his eyes were covered, the alluring scene from moments before lingered vividly in his mind. Unable to resist, he peeked through his fingers. Zhang Yantong, flustered, tossed her police uniform into the bucket and turned on the water to wash it. Unfortunately, her pants still bore a large wet stain—if she could, she would have taken them off already.

Bent over, Zhang Yantong revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her full, generous curves, giving Ye Chen an eyeful.

“You scoundrel! Just wait till I deal with you!” Zhang Yantong finally threw her uniform into the bucket and washed her hands thoroughly.

“Officer Zhang, this has nothing to do with me!” Ye Chen protested innocently. “Who told you to barge into my home unannounced?”

In truth, Ye Chen felt like the real victim here. He wanted to complain—if it hadn’t been for Zhang Yantong’s sudden outburst, he might have been traumatized for life. If anything had happened to his manhood, just who was he supposed to blame?

A faint blush colored Zhang Yantong’s cheeks as she glared at him. “Aren’t you going to find me some clothes?”

“W-wait a minute!” Ye Chen dashed to his room and fetched a loose, extra-long nightgown, handing it to her.

“Get out!” Zhang Yantong snapped after taking the clothes, slamming the bathroom door shut. She removed her pants, revealing white lace panties—so provocative that Ye Chen would have had a nosebleed if he’d seen them. Looking down, Zhang Yantong fumed, “Damn it, you even managed to get my underwear wet! How infuriating!”

She quickly stripped off her panties, her long, slender legs leading up to a mysterious, alluring triangle that invited endless imagination. Glancing around, she tossed her underwear into the bucket and put on the oversized nightgown, finally covering herself from top to bottom. The gown reached mid-thigh, barely concealing the essentials.

She quickly washed her underwear—it was so small that it barely covered half her shapely backside. In just two minutes, she had it clean and rinsed.

“Hey, where’s the balcony?” Zhang Yantong poked her head out of the bathroom.

“Over there,” Ye Chen replied, lounging on the sofa with a beer. It was Saturday—no work today. If Zhang Yantong hadn’t disturbed him, he would have gone back to sleep, but after her interruption, all traces of drowsiness had vanished.

Zhang Yantong glanced over, then tiptoed out, feeling oddly exposed without underwear in front of a man for the first time. She moved cautiously, the long nightgown covering her, but she was still anxious. The balcony was small, enough for three people at most. She found a hanger and hung her washed panties out to dry before returning to the living room.

“The clothes suit you,” Ye Chen remarked, eyeing her with a mischievous glint.

“Hmph!” Zhang Yantong sat on the sofa, pressing her hands between her thighs. “I’m not done with you! You got urine all over me, and you’re going to wash those clothes!”

“Oh, come on!” Ye Chen leapt up as if he’d been stepped on. Pointing at her, he protested, “There’s a limit to shamelessness! You’re a police officer—do you know the penalty for breaking into someone’s home? I could report you for theft!”

She sneered. “Please, as broke as you are, what could I possibly want to steal?”

“Yes, yes, I’m broke—but at least I’ve got my pride. So what?”

Realizing the argument wasn’t going her way, Zhang Yantong backed off. After all, she’d been in the wrong from the start—if she hadn’t used her master key to break in, none of this would have happened. Rolling her eyes, she said, “You gave us false intel! Last night at Pier Number One, more than ten officers were injured—the whole thing was a setup!”

“So you think I’m working with Zhang Bold?” Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

“I—I didn’t say that!” Zhang Yantong shook her head hastily.

“But you acted like it. Why else would you barge into my home and search the place? You touched the beer in the fridge and rifled through my clothes!”

“You’re making things up! Your room was messy to begin with. And how can you tell I moved your beer?”

“Don’t think I wouldn’t notice!” Ye Chen shot her a glare. “I know where everything is, down to the millimeter. My room may look chaotic, but there’s method to the madness. Deny it all you want!”

Zhang Yantong’s face turned crimson, regretting that she hadn’t put things back exactly as they were.

“So what? Yes, I searched!” she finally admitted with a huff.

“Oh, come on, what do you want from me?” Ye Chen’s bravado suddenly gave way to pleading.

“What’s really going on? Where did you get your information?” Zhang Yantong stood up, inadvertently revealing a hint of her cleavage.

Without another word, Ye Chen left the room and dragged Feng Zhi Xiao in.

“Tell her how you found out about Zhang Bold’s drug deal,” Ye Chen instructed.

“I...” Feng Zhi Xiao, dazed and rubbing his eyes, suddenly spotted a beautiful woman in a nightgown sprawled alluringly on the sofa. He looked at Ye Chen. “Bro, when did you get yourself such a gorgeous lady?”

Whack!

Ye Chen smacked Feng Zhi Xiao on the back of the head. “Idiot, she’s a cop!”

“Damn, bro, you like the whole uniform thing?” Feng Zhi Xiao perked up, having been half asleep before. Grinning, he said, “So, bro, sharing the fun with your little brother?”

As he spoke, he lunged at Zhang Yantong. Her face turned icy, and she kicked him hard. In that split second, Ye Chen caught a fleeting, electrifying glimpse of her—enough to leave him both shocked and flustered.

“Yow! My god!” Feng Zhi Xiao, skinny as he was, couldn’t handle a kick like that.

“I told you she’s a cop!” Ye Chen said, exasperated. This guy was hopeless—he’d embarrass him anywhere.

“Geez, bro, you could’ve said so earlier!” Feng Zhi Xiao scrambled up, rubbing his backside and hiding behind Ye Chen. Prompted again, he recounted the events of that night in detail. Under Zhang Yantong’s questioning, he answered each query, and she eventually believed his story—there were no inconsistencies in his account, and the times, places, and people all lined up.

After clarifying everything, Ye Chen kicked Feng Zhi Xiao out. As he left, Feng Zhi Xiao gave Ye Chen a sly thumbs up. “Nice one, bro. She’s a catch. Work your magic, and the rest of us will benefit too!”

“So what really happened?” Zhang Yantong frowned.

“How should I know?” Ye Chen shrugged. “Maybe Zhang Bold moved locations at the last minute. You can’t survive in this business without being cunning—one slip and it’s all over.”

“So what do you think we should do?” Zhang Yantong was at a loss. The higher-ups were putting pressure on her, and though Director Zeng was shielding her for now, the TV stations and newspapers were all reporting on the case. The city leadership had taken a keen interest, and the authorities had issued strict orders: the gang must be brought to justice swiftly.

“You’re the cop, and you’re asking me, a lowly civilian?” Ye Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

“This is all your fault!” Zhang Yantong shot him a glare, the loose nightgown slipping off her shoulder to reveal her creamy, jade-like skin, tempting him to sneak another look. Ye Chen’s gaze kept drifting toward her neckline.

“Pervert! Watch where you’re looking!” Zhang Yantong yanked the collar up, then snapped, “I’m hungry. Go buy me some breakfast!”

Ye Chen hesitated, but seeing her pale and exhausted face, he couldn’t refuse. He obediently dashed downstairs. When he returned, Zhang Yantong was already asleep on the sofa, the hem of her nightgown falling open to reveal her legs—slender, flawless, and as pale as spring bamboo shoots. Even as a gentleman, Ye Chen couldn’t help but gaze.

His eyes traveled up her legs, admiring the smooth, curving lines, her shapely hips raised just slightly, a hint of the tantalizing divide between them.

“Damn, blocked again!” he muttered as the nightgown’s fabric thwarted his view.

He set the bread and milk on the table, then entered his room and fetched a thin blanket, gently covering Zhang Yantong. As he did, he caught a glimpse of the gunshot wound on her shoulder, and a pang of guilt stabbed at his heart. If only he hadn’t stormed out in a fit of anger, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

With a sigh, Ye Chen quietly left the apartment.