Chapter 32: A Gentleman Uses Both Words and Fists
Inside Infinity's security booth, the air hummed with tension.
Fu Junyao watched Wu Yifan with a small, calculating smile, silently weighing how to persuade him to agree to her request. For her, for the police force—this could be a game-changer. Across from her, Wu tapped his foot, equally lost in thought. Why was this "female tyrannosaurus" so fixated on him? He hadn't broken any major laws lately—unless speeding counted.
Neither spoke, as if waiting for the other to blink first.
Fu, despite her hot temper, knew when to play her cards right. This wasn't just about a speeding ticket—it was about something bigger. She leaned forward slightly, her voice softening, though there was a hint of authority in it. "It's a small thing, really. I want you to teach your driving skills to our officers. It would boost our pursuit abilities, help catch more criminals. Think of it as… serving the country, serving the people." She emphasized "police officers," making it clear this was no trivial favor.
"Teach driving skills? Sure, no problem," Wu said, grinning easily.
"Really? You'll do it?" Fu's eyes lit up, surprised by his quick agreement.
"100,000 yuan a day," Wu added, his tone matter-of-fact, as if he were quoting the weather.
"100,000 yuan? You're charging *money*?" Fu gaped, her eyes widening like saucers.
Wu stared at her as if she'd grown a second head. "Lady, when's the last time you saw a teacher work for free? You expect me to volunteer? I've got a living to make—bills to pay. If I spend all day teaching your officers my hard-earned skills, who's gonna feed my future wife? My future kids? Have you seen how much women spend on clothes and makeup? How much kids cost for school and… well, *dates*? It's a fortune. I can't afford to waste time."
"You're married? With kids? Why didn't Xiwen mention that?" Fu asked, genuinely confused.
"Future wife, future kids," Wu clarified, waving a hand dismissively. "That's why I need to save up—for the future."
"Your demands are ridiculous. I can't agree to that," Fu said, shaking her head firmly. 100,000 yuan a day? That was more than her monthly salary. Any goodwill she'd felt toward him evaporated instantly.
"Then there's nothing to talk about," Wu said, hopping onto the desk since Fu had stolen his chair. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter, and blew a smoke ring toward the ceiling. "This is a family heirloom—my driving skills. For anyone else, I wouldn't do it for 10 million yuan, let alone 100,000."
"You—you—" Fu sputtered, her cheeks flushing with anger. No one had ever dismissed her like this. She balled her fists, silently debating whether to teach him a lesson right then and there.
Wu, enjoying her frustration, stood up. "Officer Fu, take your time thinking. I've got patrols to do—can't slack off on the job."
He reached for the door, but Fu moved faster. She darted forward, slamming the door shut and locking it with a click, then turned to face him, a triumphant smirk on her lips. "Two choices: One, teach your skills to our officers. Two, I arrest you, throw you in jail, and let you enjoy a few 'relaxing' days behind bars."
"Fine. Arrest me," Wu sighed, holding out his hands, palms up, as if welcoming handcuffs.
"Oh? You're giving up that easily?" Fu raised an eyebrow, surprised.
Wu shrugged. "Why not? Song Mingjie's just as guilty. He'll bail me out by tomorrow—maybe even tonight. With his connections, we'll get a slap on the wrist. A fine, a warning, and I'm free. No big deal."
"You—you—" Fu's whole body trembled with rage, her eyes narrowing into slits.
"I've never been to jail, anyway. Kinda curious what it's like," Wu added, grinning like he was talking about a trip to the movies.
"You bastard!" Fu snapped, losing her temper. She lashed out with a kick, aiming for his stomach, her movements quick and precise—clearly trained in martial arts.
Wu yelped, jumping back just in time to avoid the blow. "Whoa! Are you trying to kill me?"
"Maybe I am! What are you gonna do about it?" Fu shot back, planting her feet shoulder-width apart, her hands on her hips. She looked more like a petulant child than a police officer, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes.
Wu weighed his options. He knew nothing about martial arts—his only "skill" was the occasional enhancement, and he wasn't about to waste points on this. He sighed. "Officer Fu, move. I need to patrol."
Fu ignored him, crossing her arms. "Not until you agree."
Wu rolled his eyes. This was getting ridiculous. He tried to sidestep her, but she blocked him again, her shoulder bumping his chest.
"Quit it," Wu muttered, but there was no heat in it.
Fu suddenly grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into his skin. "I said, agree!"
"Let go," Wu said, trying to pull free.
Instead, Fu tightened her grip, twisting slightly—enough to hurt, but not enough to break anything. "Agree!"
"Fine!" Wu yelped, more out of surprise than pain. "I'll teach your officers. Happy?"
Fu's face lit up, but before she could松开 him, Wu retaliated—by grabbing her ankle, yanking her off balance. She stumbled forward, crashing into his chest, her hands flying to his shoulders to steady herself.
The position was… intimate.
Fu's breath hitched. She could feel the heat of his body through his shirt, hear the rapid thud of his heart. His breath, warm and laced with cigarette smoke, fanned across her forehead. She froze, her mind going blank.
"Let me go," she whispered, but her voice was weak, almost shaky.
"Not until you promise not to kick me," Wu said, but his tone had softened. He was hyper-aware of her body pressed against his—her curves, the way her uniform stretched tight across her chest, the faint scent of jasmine in her hair.
Fu flushed, her cheeks turning a deep pink. "You're a pervert."
"Maybe," Wu said, grinning. He slowly released her ankle, but his hands slid to her waist, keeping her close. "But you started it."
"I did not!" Fu protested, but she didn't pull away. Her heart was racing, a strange fluttery feeling in her stomach—something she'd never experienced before, not even during high-speed chases.
Wu's eyes dropped to her lips, which were slightly parted, her bottom lip plump and pink. He had no idea what possessed him—maybe the close quarters, maybe her flushed cheeks, maybe the way she looked both fierce and vulnerable—but he leaned down, his lips brushing hers.
Fu's eyes widened. For a split second, she tensed, as if about to push him away. But then… she hesitated.
The kiss deepened, slow and unexpected. Wu's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, while Fu's fingers tangled in his hair, her initial shock melting into something else—something hot and unnameable.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless.
"You… you're a criminal," Fu whispered, but her lips were curved into a small, shaky smile.
Wu laughed, pressing his forehead to hers. "Guilty as charged."
Outside, a hostess walked by, doing a double-take at the security booth. She quickly scurried away, grinning.
Inside, two enemies-turned-something-more stared at each other, the air thick with a new, dangerous tension.
Who knew trouble could taste so sweet?