Actually, you and Officer Ji make a perfect match!

Wen Shuang blinked in astonishment, a flurry of thoughts flashing through her mind in an instant. Why had Chen Manli suddenly come to the studio to find her? Had she discovered something about her relationship with Ji Shen, and was here today as the official girlfriend to confront her? But she and Ji Shen had nothing to do with each other now.

Wen Shuang swept her hair back and greeted her.

Chen Manli was dressed in a soft yellow long dress today, her smile gentle and warm. “Here’s the thing, Miss Wen. Officer Ji said your one-on-one adult dance lessons are outstanding, so I came especially to sign up for your class.”

“You want to learn adult dance?” Wen Shuang asked.

Chen Manli nodded eagerly. “Though I studied finance abroad, I’ve always been interested in dance since I was young! Officer Ji praised your teaching, so I thought I’d give it a try. Would two thousand per lesson be all right?”

Wen Shuang was taken aback by the sum.

“Two thousand!”

“Is that too little? I can pay double if you like.” Chen Manli’s eyes sparkled.

Wen Shuang still hadn’t quite processed it. “Wait, Miss Chen, did you say Officer Ji referred you here?”

Chen Manli smiled. “That’s right.”

Wen Shuang was speechless.

She had no idea what Ji Shen was up to, but with such a well-paying student arriving at her doorstep, there was no reason to refuse. She promptly took Chen Manli to the front desk to register.

She handed her a schedule. “From now on, you’ll have three classes a week, each two and a half hours. Is that all right?”

Chen Manli agreed without hesitation.

Wen Shuang spent two and a half hours teaching her. While Chen Manli had a good figure, her movements were stiff and uncoordinated, making her a challenging student. But for two thousand yuan a lesson, Wen Shuang was more than willing to put in the effort!

When they came out, a Hongqi L5 was parked at the entrance—a car so rare in the city that only a handful could afford it, and with such an ostentatious license plate, it could only belong to him.

Ji Shen opened the car door and greeted Chen Manli, who was following behind Wen Shuang.

So he was here to pick up Chen Manli.

She had almost misunderstood.

Wen Shuang quietly stepped aside.

But Chen Manli called out to her with a smile. “Miss Wen, would you like to join us for dinner?”

Wen Shuang guessed the two of them were now together; she certainly wasn’t in the habit of playing third wheel. With a man as handsome and wealthy as Ji Shen, few women could resist his charm. And with Chen Manli’s beauty and distinguished background, they were a match made in heaven.

Wen Shuang smiled and declined, “No need, enjoy your meal.”

Ji Shen’s deep gaze lingered on her.

Chen Manli picked up her bag. “Thanks, Shen, for introducing me to such a wonderful dance teacher. I think I’ll head off first—you and Miss Wen should go out together~”

Wen Shuang: “?”

Had she misheard?

Ji Shen tossed his car keys and walked toward Wen Shuang. “All right, you head home first.”

Chen Manli winked at Wen Shuang. “Have a pleasant date, you two.”

Ji Shen replied, “You too.”

Wen Shuang was utterly lost. What were they talking about? Why couldn’t she follow the conversation?

Ji Shen waved his hand in front of her eyes. “Miss Wen, come back to earth.”

Wen Shuang was startled. “You and Miss Manli aren’t together? Weren’t you set up on a date?”

“We were, but now we’re comrades-in-arms.” Ji Shen’s gaze fell on the soft green deep-V dance dress Wen Shuang was wearing—the color made her look like a high school girl. “After the last dinner, once she understood the nature of my work, she completely lost interest in me. But both our families are pressuring us, so we pretend to be dating while living our own lives.”

Wen Shuang took a few seconds to process this, then looked at him with admiration. “Impressive.”

“Miss Wen, where would you like to eat tonight?” Ji Shen slipped his hand into his pocket. “I thought it over after last time—I was too harsh. Consider tonight my apology, along with introducing you to a well-paying student.”

Wen Shuang hadn’t expected Ji Shen to still be thinking about what happened before. She’d been rather unreasonable that night—Ji Shen had helped her, but she’d still lashed out at him.

“Let me treat you. Officer Ji, you’ve already helped me so much.”

They went to a Sichuan hotpot restaurant.

Of all the delicacies, hotpot was Wen Shuang’s favorite. She always had to order shrimp paste and lotus root. She felt that the steaming hotpot embodied the warmth and bustle of everyday life, unlike Western restaurants where the cutlery felt cold and distant.

“Officer Ji, can you handle spicy food?” Wen Shuang had always loved her food fiery.

Ji Shen picked up a piece of celtuce. “A little.”

Wen Shuang ate until she was sweating, a touch of red chili oil at the corner of her mouth.

Ji Shen’s eyes flashed with amusement as he handed her a napkin. “Little flower cat, wipe your mouth.”

Wen Shuang, unbothered, leaned in cheerfully. “Officer Ji, will you wipe it for me?”

Ji Shen wiped away the chili oil from her lips.

The air was thick with unspoken desire.

“The manager who tried to assault you—I found some previous criminal cases against him. Conservatively, he’ll be spending five or six years behind bars.”

Although Wen Shuang had heard rumors, hearing it from Ji Shen himself left her momentarily stunned.

If it had been any other officer without connections, the most they could have done was detain the man for a few days. But with Ji Shen backed by the city’s most powerful family, even taking down a figure like that manager was nothing to worry about.

She raised her glass of cola, her smile radiant. “Officer Ji, I’ll toast you with tea in place of wine—thank you.”

“I’m just doing my part to rid society of evil; no thanks necessary!” Ji Shen smiled, lips curling. “Miss Wen, why not drink a cross-cupped toast instead?”

Wen Shuang’s beautiful eyes sparkled. She linked arms with him decisively and drained her glass in one go.

Ji Shen’s gaze grew darker. He picked up the plate of shrimp paste. “Miss Wen, do you prefer the big ones or the small ones?”

“Of course, the big ones!” Wen Shuang replied.

From their exchanged glances, they both sensed the underlying flirtation.

After dinner, Ji Shen parked the car in an underground lot.

He didn’t know why, but these past few days, whenever he was working a case, he kept thinking of Wen Shuang’s delicate, charming face. He’d told himself not to contact her again, but here he was, unable to stay away, wanting just to look at her a little longer.

Ji Shen realized he was drawn to Wen Shuang’s body.

He turned his head, just as Wen Shuang looked over too. Their eyes met unexpectedly.

Ji Shen leaned in first and kissed her.

Wen Shuang didn’t resist—she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Ji Shen was an excellent kisser; his tongue invaded, relentless and domineering. Soon, Wen Shuang had melted in his hands.

He was just as tormented with desire.

Wen Shuang was like a drug—once touched, impossible to quit.

Breathing heavily, he whispered, “Miss Wen, shall we do it here?”

Her eyes were glazed with a hint of confusion.

“Officer Ji, your jacket is still at my place…”

“Then let’s go to your home.” Ji Shen pressed a fierce kiss to the corner of her lips. “Wen Shuang, why don’t we just make it happen?”