Aoyama Xiu Xin’s mouth curled up, "So, on my birthday, could you wear the wedding dress you wore when you married my brother? It would be like marrying for once."
That wedding dress had always been kept in his sister-in-law’s bedroom.
He had had his eye on it for a long ti.
"You..." Aoyama Haruko was furious, indignantly staring at Aoyama Xiu Xin and spat out, "Is that what you were thinking? I’m embarrassed for you!"
He was moved. This was his true intention.
Absolutely ridiculous!
"Since I’m pursuing thrills, I obviously have to go all the way," Aoyama Xiu Xin put on finely tailored clothes.
Aoyama Haruko puffed her cheeks and ignored him.
"Sister-in-law, please, I just want to see you in a wedding dress." Aoyama Xiu Xin, tall and striking, pleaded affectionately, leaning over his much petite sister-in-law.
He was shaless anyway.
Aoyama Haruko, worn down by his relentless badgering, finally blushed and humd an agreent.
"You’re so kind, sister-in-law."
Aoyama Xiu Xin had never looked forward to a birthday so much.
After all, this birthday was truly a cause for celebration.
.........
The next day, November 3rd, was a bright sunny day with the sun high in a cloudless sky, giving the warmth of early sumr.
After eating the breakfast ticulously prepared by his sister-in-law, Aoyama Xiu Xin went to work at the Police Headquarters. As soon as he entered the office building, he saw an attractive figure waiting for the elevator.
Her long hair was tied up at the back of her head, the fair and slender neck fully displayed, a white long-sleeved shirt tucked into jeans, a well-rounded behind stretched the jeans tightly, and the curvature was full; the legs were equally tempting in white high heels.
Since when did Police Headquarters have such a beauty?
Aoyama Xiu Xin hastened his steps and upon closer inspection, his eyes widened, "Asakura Police Chief?"
"Hi! Aoy... Aoyama Police Chief!" Asakura Yurong greeted with a shy yet nervous bow, unable to et his gaze directly, subconsciously pushing her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
It was then that Aoyama Xiu Xin noticed she had changed her glasses too from the big, unsophisticated black fras to delicate, rimd gold ones, which highlighted her character even more.
Asakura Yurong’s cheeks were flushed red, and she felt uneasy all over. It was her first ti dressing up so carefully.
Aoyama Xiu Xin’s mouth curved upwards. The usually timid and honest person had started to please him from the outside, a significant improvent indeed.
"Very pretty." He affird Asakura Yurong’s change, encouraging her to make more attempts to enrich his visual experience.
He wouldn’t teach her how to dress up but enjoyed this initiative of her attempting to please him.
A flicker of joy passed through Asakura Yurong’s eyes; she awkwardly bowed, "Hi! Thanks, Chief."
She breathed a sigh of relief inside.
Anyone waiting for the elevator had to take a few extra glances at Asakura Yurong, which made her feel uncomfortable, yet, at the sa ti, a hint of pride was rising in her.
When the elevator arrived, under the politeness of others, it was still Aoyama Xiu Xin and Asakura Yurong who entered first, naturally squeezing to the farthest corner.
Aoyama Xiu Xin remained behind Asakura Yurong.
This made Asakura Yurong recall the previous encounter in the elevator, her face reddened, nervous yet anticipating, waiting silently to endure Aoyama Xiu Xin’s old tricks.
But it never ca. She bit her lip, tangled for a mont, mustered up courage to rub herself backward against Aoyama Xiu Xin, then nervously closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and even held her breath.
This was the first ti she had taken the initiative to seduce a man.
"Continue."
Suddenly, a faint voice rang in her ear.
Asakura Yurong first glanced around like a thief, then blushed and slightly pouted her round buttocks as if acknowledging and retreating, dawdling awkwardly.
Aoyama Xiu Xin slightly lowered his head and could see the roundness wrapped in jeans swaying in front of him.
Thinking about her previous honest and simple deanor.
Power really can change a person.
"Ding!"
The elevator arrived, and Aoyama Xiu Xin left without looking back, not sparing Asakura Yurong another glance.
anwhile, Asakura Yurong, bracing herself after everyone had left, leaned against the elevator wall with slightly weak legs, caught her breath, and then walked out.
But she did not go to the office; instead, she first went to the restroom to remove the uncomfortably sticky lace mask, and then she headed to her office.
The Chief of the Third Departnt had been waiting at the door of her office and got a bit lost in thought as he saw Asakura Yurong approaching. When she reached him, he quickly ca to his senses and bowed deeply, "Good morning, Deputy Director."
He had never realized the Deputy Director was so beautiful before.
"Good morning, what’s up?" Asakura Yurong tried to straighten her back and put on a calm deanor.
The Chief of the Third Departnt said, "I ca to report about the bomb threat posted on the BBS. After investigation, the poster was found to be an unemployed young man nad Yokoyama Jie, who only has a middle school education and does not possess the technical knowledge to make bombs, nor does he have the tools at ho. He posted out of dissatisfaction with society."
As the economy declined, societal tensions grew stronger. So chose to vent and traverse the path of illegal cri in real life, while others lacked the courage and will and could only vent online.
"Since it was a false alarm, there’s no need to continue monitoring it," Asakura Yurong sighed with relief but was also sowhat disappointed, as if the perpetrator was rely bluffing, then the Internet Security Departnt couldn’t earn any rits.
She then felt incredibly self-reproachful and ashad for such selfish thoughts because if there had indeed been a bomb attack, who knows how many would have been killed or injured.
The Acting Chief of the Third Departnt bowed and said, "Hi!"
"If there’s nothing else, go ahead and get busy." Asakura Yurong’s words fell as she pushed open the door to her office and walked in.
"Phew—"
As soon as the door closed, she leaned against it and let out a heavy breath, feeling imnse psychological pressure from dressing up like this for the first ti.
The journey to work felt like a punishnt.
Luckily, Police Chief Aoyama liked it.
On the other side, Aoyama Xiu Xin was not in a good mood, his eyes widened as he asked, "Dead?"
Fujiwara Takahiro had just reported to him that they had found Sakata Nobuo, but it was just his body.
"Yes, the initial assumption is that he committed suicide by jumping off a building out of despair after seeing the warrant," Fujiwara Takahiro nodded and replied.
"Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!"
Just then, his cell phone rang.
"Take it," Aoyama Xiu Xin raised his chin.
"Hi!" Fujiwara bowed in response, then picked up the phone, "Moshi moshi?"
After hanging up, he looked solemnly at Aoyama Xiu Xin and said, "There’s an update from the scene, it seems Sakata Nobuo might not have committed suicide."
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