If you’re in trouble, turn to the police!

Wen Shuang noticed a change in Ji Shen.

At first, their relationship had been her calculated seduction, a means to establish a connection with Ji Shen. But now, it was she who was retreating, while Ji Shen wanted to move closer.

She couldn’t understand what men were thinking. Hadn’t he always hated women with ulterior motives?

Pretending not to grasp Ji Shen’s meaning, she sat down and continued eating.

Officer Ji was very appreciative; he polished off every last bit of the three dishes and soup, leaving Wen Shuang with the illusion that she was some sort of culinary deity descended to earth.

After dinner, the man had a habit of going for a night run.

He asked if she wanted to join him. Wen Shuang refused at first, but Ji Shen insisted, “Ms. Wen, you’re a dancer. Stamina is important.”

She thought about it. Dance performances usually lasted for hours!

She changed into athletic wear and followed Ji Shen downstairs.

The neighborhood was upscale and sprawling, and many people were out running at night.

Wen Shuang’s stamina was decent, but keeping pace with Ji Shen was another matter entirely.

She managed to keep up at first, but after three laps, her legs felt weighed down with lead, and she watched helplessly as Ji Shen pulled farther away.

The man jogged backward to her side.

“Ms. Wen, is that all you’ve got?”

Wen Shuang gasped, “Officer Ji… you go ahead! I’ll just watch you run from back here!”

Ji Shen had actually slowed his pace considerably tonight.

“Ms. Wen, I don't approve of such defeatist behavior,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her forward without giving her a chance to protest.

Wen Shuang felt like his marionette.

An hour later.

She was utterly spent, refusing to run even one more step.

This wasn’t jogging—Ji Shen was clearly sprinting!

He could do nothing with her, shook his head, and went for another hour run alone, while Wen Shuang sat on the bench in the complex, waiting for him to finish.

The man was tall, his black tank top accentuating his muscular build, and as he ran, countless women turned their heads to watch him.

Such a Ji Shen was dangerously alluring.

Wen Shuang knew that if she spent too much time with him, she would never be able to resist.

What she didn’t realize was that her own sweat-drenched appearance was just as captivating.

Ji Shen returned, soaked in sweat, and Wen Shuang handed him a towel and a bottle of mineral water. “Here, wipe off.”

“Ms. Wen is so thoughtful.”

Sweat had soaked through her shirt, making its contours faintly visible.

No wonder several men had been staring in her direction earlier.

Ji Shen took only a few sips of water before his expression darkened, and he pulled Wen Shuang back inside.

“Ms. Wen, next time you come out running, remember to bring an extra jacket.”

Wen Shuang was puzzled, but when she followed his gaze and saw the revealing outline at her chest, her cheeks flushed. “Thank you for the reminder, Officer Ji.”

Back home, they each went to shower.

Ji Shen needed only five minutes—rinse, shower gel, rinse again, all in one swift motion.

Wen Shuang, however, was meticulous. She filled the bathtub, washed her face with cleanser, applied a hydrating mask, dropped a bath bomb once the tub was ready, soaked, exfoliated…

By the time she emerged, more than an hour had passed.

Ji Shen had been reading the newspaper in the living room for ages.

Wen Shuang finally came out, her hair wrapped up.

Tonight, she was dressed conservatively, in a pale pink pajamas set that made her face glow softly.

“One hour and ten minutes for a shower. Ms. Wen, that’s impressive,” Ji Shen remarked absently, glancing at his watch.

“What do you know?” Wen Shuang lightly patted the cream on her face. “Once women pass twenty-three, our collagen starts to slip away. We have to take care of ourselves. Unlike you men—still so sought-after in your thirties.”

She gave a little huff, feeling it was rather unfair.

A woman’s blooming years were shorter than a man’s, and her career longevity couldn’t compete either. Men always had innate advantages.

“I’ve learned something new. Seems I’ll need to buy more skincare products for my future girlfriend,” Ji Shen put down the newspaper and picked up the remote. “Would you like to watch a movie, Ms. Wen?”

That phrase—future girlfriend—made Wen Shuang pause, but she agreed.

Her thoughts drifted uncontrollably.

She wondered what kind of girl might end up with Ji Shen in the future.

“What genre do you want to watch?” Ji Shen noticed Wen Shuang was distracted.

“Genre… anything is fine,” she added, “Except sci-fi, war, horror, apocalypse.”

Ji Shen raised his eyebrows.

That’s… not quite anything, is it?

“You pick then.”

Wen Shuang scrolled aimlessly and finally chose a cop thriller.

Midway, she saw the protagonist, uniformed and drifting a police car, gun in hand, skillfully facing off against a dozen kidnappers in an abandoned factory. She exclaimed, “Wow! That’s incredible!”

She turned to Ji Shen, blinking, “Officer Ji, do you leap across rooftops like that on your missions?”

Ji Shen replied, “I drive police cars.”

“So you can take on that many criminals alone too!” Wen Shuang’s eyes sparkled.

Ji Shen replied coolly, “No. Movies are fake. On real missions, we wear bulletproof vests. We don’t go in unprotected like movie heroes. And city drifting? We don’t do it—first, we lack the skill; second, it would get us reported for disturbing public order; third, the traffic police would slap us with a fine.”

Wen Shuang: “……”

“Aren’t traffic police and criminal police on the same team?”

“Even if we’re family, we have to enforce the law impartially.”

“So your cases aren’t as exciting as in the movies?”

Ji Shen shook his head, “Generally, a city doesn’t see so many murders. Most of our work is trivial community disputes. Like Aunt Wang dancing square dance late at night, disturbing the neighbors, and getting reported by Uncle Li next door; or a CEO secretly keeping a mistress, the mistress stealing cosmetics from his sister-in-law, and the sister-in-law calling the police—those kinds of bizarre cases.”

Wen Shuang: “……”

She’d imagined criminal police braving storms and dangers.

Ji Shen saw her thoughts and couldn’t help but laugh, “It just means our Jinghai district is peaceful and prosperous—no major cases. That’s good for us and for the people.”

Wen Shuang thought that made sense.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you, Ms. Wen, that if you’re in trouble, you should go to the police?” Ji Shen saw how much she’d struggled lately. “If you have any difficulties now, tell me—I can help.”

He was being very clear.

If Wen Shuang was in trouble, she could tell him, and he would help. He could see she’d been having a tough time lately. If she was short on money, he was happy to lend a hand.

Wen Shuang flashed a brilliant smile, “No need, Officer. I’m doing fine now, living in your home—it’s already the greatest protection I could ask for.”