So this is what it feels like to ride in a police car.

Interrogation room.

Ji Shen wore his police uniform, his face cold and severe, exuding an intense aura of authority.

The pot-bellied middle-aged man adamantly insisted that he had ordered those thugs to assault Wen Shuang.

"Wang Hu, you have no connection or grievance with Wen Shuang. What was your motive for doing this?" Ji Shen asked.

Wang Hu, his hands shackled, licked his lips. "That little girl is pretty. I saw her at her school before—she’s a real temptress. I have a particular fetish, you see. I like watching girls like her scream, full of life and beauty. Too bad, I didn’t get my way."

Ji Shen slammed the table, his voice furious: "It’s exactly because of people like you that young girls are afraid to wear floral dresses outside. You’re the scum of society!"

Wang Hu rubbed his hands, chuckling. "Officer, if you tried her, you’d be hooked, unable to escape."

Ji Shen’s voice was icy: "Take him away. Lock him up!"

After Wen Shuang was discharged from the hospital, she threw herself into her work, utterly consumed.

Now, she took any job available, grabbed every teaching opportunity, refusing to miss any chance to earn money. Tang Yan warned her that working this hard would ruin her health, but Wen Shuang had no time to care.

She had to raise enough money quickly to hire the best lawyer in town, someone who could help reduce her father’s sentence.

Unfortunately, as soon as the lawyers heard it was the Wen family, they all shook their heads and refused.

"Lawyer Qi, I beg you. As long as you’re willing to help, I’ll pay any price!" Wen Shuang pleaded.

Lawyer Qi shook his head. "Miss Wen, you should look elsewhere. You’ve crossed both the Xia and Qin families, and I..."

He didn’t finish, but Wen Shuang understood—it was because of Qin You and Xia Anran that these lawyers wouldn’t help her family.

Those damned wolves and tigers!

Another day full of classes.

Wen Shuang was exhausted.

Her dream had always been to join a dance troupe, but things turned out differently—she ended up at an agency. Still, as long as she could earn money, she was content.

She hailed a taxi.

Not far away, a police car let out two sharp beeps. Startled, Wen Shuang rolled down the window, revealing her cold, delicate face.

"Miss Wen," Ji Shen rested one hand on the window frame, his brows lifted in amusement. "Perhaps now I should call you Teacher Wen."

Wen Shuang wore only a hint of makeup. Her upper body was wrapped in a pale green dance top that accentuated her figure, paired with light pink wide-legged dance trousers. Her hair was tied up high in a bun, wisps falling softly on either side, giving her a fresh, gentle look.

"Officer Ji, what brings you here?" Wen Shuang thought to herself how resourceful the police were—she hadn’t even told them her workplace, yet they’d found her anyway.

Ji Shen opened the car door, his six-foot-two frame towering.

"I’m here to inform you of the case’s verdict. Wang Hu, for orchestrating a rape, has been sentenced to seven years in prison. The other thugs, for attempted rape, received five years."

Wen Shuang hadn’t expected that this Wang Hu—who’d appeared out of nowhere—would actually be convicted.

"I don’t know him. Why did he send people after me?"

"He said he saw you several times while you were at university and developed malicious intentions," Ji Shen replied. After days of interrogation, Wang Hu’s story never changed.

And there was no evidence pointing to anyone else.

So the case was closed.

Wen Shuang’s instincts told her it couldn’t be so simple. She had no recollection of ever seeing Wang Hu, and he was deeply tied to Guangxia Group.

But Ji Shen said the verdict was final.

She lowered her gaze. "Thank you, Officer Ji, for all your hard work."

Ji Shen’s sharp eyes caught her hesitation. "Is there something else you want to say?"

"Nothing," Wen Shuang replied. She felt there was no point in saying more. She had no evidence against Xia Anran, and even if she did, the powerful Xia family would suppress it.

She hailed another taxi.

"Where do you live? I’ll take you," Ji Shen offered, his tall figure and tone leaving no room for refusal.

Wen Shuang’s lips curled into a smile; she did not reject him.

Once inside, she curiously and quickly glanced around the car. "First time in a police car—it feels pretty normal. Not much different from other cars."

Ji Shen was amused. "What did you expect? Metal cages everywhere?"

Wen Shuang nodded. "I thought there’d be handcuffs, guns, bulletproof vests..."

"Those are only on SWAT vehicles," Ji Shen’s lips quirked with a trace of a smile. Her naivety was unexpectedly charming. "This is just a regular patrol car. Besides, Teacher Wen, you’re not a criminal. I don’t need to handcuff you."

His last words carried a subtle, unspeakable ambiguity.

Wen Shuang boldly replied, "Handcuffs aren’t only for criminals, you know."

"So, Teacher Wen wants to be cuffed in bed?" Ji Shen mused, nodding thoughtfully. "The image is quite enticing. Shall we try tonight?"

Wen Shuang: "....."

He could have left it unsaid; now, sitting in the passenger seat, she suddenly felt like a suspect under arrest.

While waiting at a traffic light.

Elderly people on the sidewalk peered through the window, pointing and whispering.

Wen Shuang instinctively lowered her head. "Officer Ji, do they think I’m a suspect?"

Ji Shen replied, "Most likely."

Wen Shuang: "......"

"How does it feel?"

"It’s... quite novel," she admitted.

The police car pulled up to an old neighborhood—Wen Shuang’s new place. The rent was cheap, though the living conditions were rough; she could put up with it.

"Thank you for bringing me home, Officer Ji." Her clear, watery eyes lingered provocatively on his muscular chest. "Would you like to come up?"

The old district was engulfed in darkness.

And darkness—always fuels endless ambiguity.

Ji Shen’s interest had already been piqued when Wen Shuang mentioned handcuffs in the car.

"What would we do upstairs?" he asked.

Wen Shuang leaned in, hooking her arms around his neck. "What do you want to do, Officer Ji?"

"What do you think I want to do?" His voice shed its coldness, growing deep and husky.

He reached up, switched off the car’s surveillance, and pressed her against the central console.

Her waist arched softly.

Wen Shuang let out a delicate moan. "No, Officer, not in the car... It’s not proper. Come upstairs with me."

Ji Shen, however, replied lazily, "Teacher Wen, if I go upstairs, will it be paid or unpaid?"

In the darkness, Wen Shuang paused.

Of course, her seduction was not without motive—she wanted to please him, hoping he’d agree to investigate her father’s case.

Sensing her hesitation, Ji Shen immediately straightened, buttoning his collar.

"The night is cold, Teacher Wen. You’d better head up quickly."

Rejected again, Wen Shuang’s face burned as she quickly exited the car.

She dashed upstairs, only to find the hallway lights were out tonight.

She was about to press the switch when, suddenly, a powerful force yanked her into the stairwell!