The eldest sister-in-law has come to deliver a lovingly prepared lunch.

The things in her hands clattered to the ground. The mark from last night's slap by the wealthy man still burned red on her cheek, making her look utterly disheveled. A ripple of snickers rose among the onlookers. He Luo gritted her teeth and struggled to her feet. Wen Shuang stepped back, making no move to help her; in her eyes, He Luo was simply reaping what she had sown.

But He Luo believed Wen Shuang had tripped her on purpose. "Everyone has their low moments, Wen Shuang. Treat me like this now, and I curse you to end up worse than me!" she spat.

Wen Shuang was momentarily speechless, but she couldn't be bothered to argue. He Luo, however, refused to let it go, screeching, "Don't think I don't know! Last night's setup was your doing—you made me like this!"

Her indifference only fueled He Luo's fury. Wen Shuang raised her brow coolly. "He Luo, if you hadn't been two-timing, entangled with two men at once, behaving so shamelessly, would you be in this situation now? You brought this upon yourself!"

She turned to call for security to remove her. Without hesitation, the guards dragged the fallen He Luo away.

"This He Luo is truly despicable, daring to speak to you like that, Sister Shuang! She only has herself to blame for her disgrace," someone exclaimed.

"Exactly! She always seemed so delicate, but turns out she's a master at seducing men behind the scenes!" another chimed in.

Ever since the dance troupe learned Wen Shuang's boyfriend was Ji Shen, their attitudes shifted instantly, treating her with newfound respect. Ji Shen's influence was so great that even the Xia and Qin families bowed their heads.

Wen Shuang met their flattery with cool indifference. After enduring countless rumors, she saw clearly that there were no true friends in the theater—only latent rivals. They watched her rise, and they watched for her fall.

Now, her only task was to make herself better.

Xia Anran took a week off. After last night's quarrel with Qin You, she was exhausted. Wen Shuang remained the thorn in her heart... Most infuriating of all, she still had no way to touch her!

...

After admitting her relationship with the man, Wen Shuang and Ji Shen embarked on a whirlwind romance. Every morning before she left, Ji Shen would wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her deeply, lingering at the door, reluctant to part.

If Ji Shen wasn’t working overtime after his shift, he’d come to pick her up. They would either dine out lavishly or Wen Shuang would cook for him at home.

The man adored her homestyle cooking. Sometimes, when work kept him late and they hardly saw each other, he’d call and confess how much he missed her. Wen Shuang would cook a meal herself and deliver it to his workplace.

At first, she felt shy, only daring to leave it at the door. But the duty officer spotted her and shouted, “Sister-in-law!”

Wen Shuang froze.

Zhang rushed over, “Captain Ji, your sister-in-law is here! She brought you a love-packed lunch!”

Ji Shen was still in his office, poring over old case files. Hearing the commotion, he immediately hurried down from the fifth floor.

“Where is she?”

“At the entrance!”

Looking up, Wen Shuang stood at the door in a pale blue long-sleeved dress, delicate and lovely, the kind of woman one couldn’t help but want to bite.

“Why did you come in person?”

“I meant to just leave it, but your colleagues spotted me,” Wen Shuang replied, brushing her hair nervously.

Many in the station rushed out at the call of “sister-in-law,” eager to see the woman who had managed to win Ji Shen’s heart. Upon seeing her, they weren’t sure who to envy more.

Wen Shuang was tall and slender, her frame delicate yet with curves where they belonged. Her face was flawless—a true beauty.

“Hello, sister-in-law!” Several of the younger officers stared in awe.

Wen Shuang smiled graciously, “Hello, everyone.”

Ji Shen kicked the rowdiest ones back, “Go get to work.”

The crowd dissipated instantly.

As they went inside, Wen Shuang instinctively leaned closer to him.

Ji Shen’s lips quirked up, “You’re already mine—no need for shyness. Come in and have a look.”

“I’m not shy!” Wen Shuang pouted stubbornly.

She remembered her last visit to the station—it was when Qin You and Lin Ansheng fought. Back then, Ji Shen barely acknowledged her, his every word and gesture cold and distant.

In the blink of an eye, nearly three months had passed. Everything felt like a lifetime ago.

She caught her reflection in the polished mirror—a slightly bashful version of herself, and beside her, Ji Shen in his crisp police uniform, strikingly handsome.

When he wore ordinary clothes, he had a hint of wildness. But in uniform, his demeanor was all sharp seriousness.

Ji Shen gave her a brief tour, then led her into his office. The space was simple: a desk by the window, a chair, a computer, a thermos for wolfberry tea, and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts.

Wen Shuang set the lunch box on the table and opened it. She’d made braised spare ribs, potato pig trotters, and several appetizing side dishes.

Ji Shen could tell she’d put her heart into it. “Next time, I’ll just order takeout. It’s too much trouble for you to run over.”

“It’s not really trouble. Tonight, I’m not scheduled in the troupe, so I have a day off,” Wen Shuang said, arranging the dishes and handing Ji Shen a pair of chopsticks. “Eat while it’s still warm. Your stomach isn’t good, and you always neglect meals when you’re busy.”

Ji Shen smiled, “You’ve noticed all my habits.”

Midway through their meal, someone knocked twice on the office door. Wen Shuang instinctively tried to hide, but Ji Shen glanced at her with amusement and called out, “Come in.”

It was the deputy director, carrying a file and asking Ji Shen to look further into a case. Seeing Wen Shuang, he paused before Ji Shen calmly introduced her as his girlfriend.

“Just started dating?” The deputy director smiled. “She’s quite a beauty!”

Ji Shen accepted the compliment without any humility.

“The chief wanted to introduce his daughter to you, but I guess he can give up on that now,” the deputy director remarked as he left, sighing over Ji Shen’s luxurious lunch.

“See? They all envy me,” Ji Shen said, wrapping his arm around Wen Shuang’s slim waist as they sat down together. “Having a girlfriend bring me lunch. Don’t be fooled by how well these guys clean up—their prospects aren’t nearly as good as they look.”

Wen Shuang was surprised. “Isn’t being a police officer supposed to be a popular profession? Most girls love the heroism of policemen.”

Including herself—she used to feel the same. Seeing Ji Shen in uniform, he seemed to shine with light.

Ji Shen took several hearty bites. “At first, girls are attracted by the aura, but once they realize we’re always on duty, working overtime, or away on assignments, it gets old fast.”

Wen Shuang thought of Chen Manli, who had been discouraged by Ji Shen’s job. She chuckled, “So in that case, I must be rather foolish?”

Knowing how busy he was, she’d still chosen to be with him without hesitation.

As soon as she finished speaking, the man leaned in closer.