Chapter 570: Chapter 569: Soone is in Trouble
Lin Nianhe curled up in the bed, her face red as a tomato.
The cold ca on so quickly, it was like a slap in the face.
Luckily, today was a day off, so no need to call in sick.
You could say this cold was sowhat sensible.
Su Yuncheng placed a cool towel on her forehead, his brows furrowed: “Let’s go to the clinic.”
“No need, I’ll be fine after so sleep.” Her voice softened due to illness, sounding weak and coquettish.
As she spoke, she squinted her eyes slightly, a little hand stealthily reaching out from under the covers to hook onto the corner of Su Yuncheng’s clothes.
The next second, her hand was caught and unrcifully pulled away, then stuffed back into the covers.
Lin Nianhe: “…”
Well, better to sleep.
Vaguely, Lin Nianhe heard Aunt Feng talking to Su Yuncheng, telling him not to worry about her and to go do whatever he needed. Later, it seed like there were voices from Aunt Li and others.
Lin Nianhe couldn’t hear clearly anymore; she fell into a deep sleep.
She slept heavily and woke up drenched in sweat, her body aching as if all her creditors had caught up with her for a beating.
“Awake? Let check your temperature again, and if you still have a fever, we’ll have to take you to the clinic.”
Wang Shui’s voice ca from the edge of the kang, Lin Nianhe licked her dry and sore lips, weakly protested: “I want to drink so water first.”
“Oh right.”
Wang Shui hurriedly got off the kang and brought her so warm water.
Before Lin Nianhe could struggle to sit up, Wen Lan, from behind, pushed her up like picking up a chick.
Stars flashed before her eyes, Lin Nianhe shook her head, then drank a large cup of water with the help of Wang Shui’s hand.
After drinking the water, she took a deep breath, finally feeling a bit clearer in the head, and her body seed not as painful.
Wang Shui handed her the thermoter, then turned to Wen Lan and said: “Xiao Lan, keep an eye on her, I’ll go make so food.”
“Okay.”
“Sister Shui…”
Lin Nianhe weakly raised her hand, waving towards Wang Shui as if to hold her back.
“What’s up?” Wang Shui stopped and looked at her.
Lin Nianhe: “Sister Shui, could you make a fried egg?”
“Ts, you must be feeling better if you’re ordering food now.” Wang Shui chuckled and waved her hand, “Got it, I’ll make it for you.”
After checking her temperature, Lin Nianhe happily ate a al of white porridge, pickles, and fried egg. After wiping her mouth, she crawled back into her comforter.
Wen Lan, dazzled by her smooth motions, exclaid: “Hey, didn’t your fever break? Why are you still sleeping?”
“And you’re not even asking where your Brother Yuncheng went?”
Lin Nianhe buried her face in the covers, yawned and replied: “Even if the fever’s gone, I’m still sick. What if I wander around and catch a fever again? Brother Yuncheng… If he’s not here, he must be busy at the police station, right? Why bother asking?”
“Aren’t you upset?” Wang Shui looked at her, puzzled.
Lin Nianhe countered: “Upset about what?”
“He didn’t stay with you while you’re sick. Doesn’t that deserve three days of being lodramatic?”
“He’s not out chasing girls,” Lin Nianhe lazily yawned, “The world is not yet at peace, don’t talk to about romance.”
“…”
Lin Nianhe guessed right, Su Yuncheng was indeed working.
He didn’t have to return to the police station, but in the morning Liu Jianjun called—Shi Chengkun had arrived.
“Brother Cheng is particularly irritable today,” Feng Wei said while munching on a pancake, speaking to Sun Jun, “Old Dog Shi is going to have a bad ti.”
Sun Jun’s gaze was complex: “More than just a bad ti.”
“What else then?”
“Brother Cheng checked his magazine before going in.”
“…!”
In Liu Jianjun’s office, Shi Chengkun was restlessly moving his legs back and forth, unable to find a comfortable sitting position on the hard bench.
Liu Jianjun glanced at the greasy-faced fat man, turned his head away in disgust, and looked at Su Yuncheng.
Su Yuncheng sat expressionless, and although he said nothing, Liu Jianjun felt he could read his mind—he wanted to directly kill Shi Chengkun.
“Cough cough.”
Shi Chengkun deliberately cleared his throat, his hand resting on his leg while his fingers incessantly tapped his thigh.
He glanced at Su Yuncheng, then turned to Liu Jianjun: “Why I ca, Director Liu should be very clear, right?”
Liu Jianjun returned with a smile that did not reach his eyes: “Director Shi flatters too much, how would I know that.”
“Not clear? Liu Jianjun, you really can play dumb.”
Shi Chengkun pulled a stack of manuscript paper from his bag and slamd it on the table: “All these complaint letters from Lan County have reached my desk, and you still play dumb with ?” As he spoke, he began flipping through the stack, muttering, “Wong Xiao’s, Feng Yuanshan’s, Su Yuncheng’s… oh, this one is yours, Liu Jianjun.”
Shi Chengkun deliberately stretched his voice, trying to pressure Liu Jianjun and Su Yuncheng with it; his thieving eyes ceaselessly moved over their bodies, trying to see a sign of panic on their faces.
Unfortunately, reality disappointed him; his affected tone only made him feel woozy and faint, failing to cause any expression change in the two n before him.
His plump, round face shook even more violently.
Liu Jianjun looked at the stack of complaint letters and curled his lips.
Producing so many complaint letters overnight must have been tough for him.
Shi Chengkun maintained an arrogant attitude, sneering as he glanced at Su Yuncheng.
His aning was clear— if you don’t release my daughter, I will tornt you.
Su Yuncheng didn’t even spare him a glance, picked up the scattered complaint letters on the table, only keeping the one against him, and casually threw the rest into the nearby vigorously burning stove.
His action was so quick, Shi Chengkun hadn’t even reacted!
Seeing Su Yuncheng’s move, Liu Jianjun quickly covered his mouth to hide a smile, and reminisced about all the beatings he had endured as a child, which kept him from laughing out loud.
Shi Chengkun furious with sha, his face’s fatty flesh twitching like an old sow quivering before being slaughtered.
“Su Yuncheng! Don’t think just because you’re from the big courtyards of Beijing that you’re amazing, I’ve dealt with many little bastards from there, none of them…”
Su Yuncheng completely ignored him, burned the complaint letters, and promptly dialed a series of numbers.
“Brigade Commander Sun, this is Su Yuncheng. Director Shi Chengkun from the city said he received complaint letters and wants to investigate ; please give the comrades at the political office a heads-up, I am going to be suspended and investigated.”
Su Yuncheng’s tone was as bland as if he was going on a vacation.
Brigade Commander Sun in the provincial city was stunned for three seconds after hearing this, then burst out furiously: “To hell with him! Since when does a local director have the authority to ddle with military personnel? Su Yuncheng, did you not bring your gun? Shoot that damn dog, I’ll endorse it for you!”
Brigade Commander Sun spoke four sentences, all out of anger.
Of course, people cannot just kill on a whim, otherwise, what is the difference from bandits?
Brigade Commander Sun vented his frustration with a tirade, then pondered how to handle this matter, only to hear Su Yuncheng say:
“Oh, alright.”
Then, the call was disconnected.
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