The cool breeze blew gently through the lush grass.
Atop the long wooden bench, a man and a girl sat, looking very attractive. Each had a lunchbox. Without exception, people who passed couldn’t help but look back at them in wonder.
Mu Rulan glanced carelessly through Mo Qianren’s lunchbox. She saw a pile of ginger and garlic in the corner. She said, “Mr. Mo Qianren.”
Mo Qianren turned his eyes to her. He didn’t say anything and waited for her to speak.
“You’re picking at your food again.” Translated by The Novelst
Mo Qianren looked silently at the disgusting pile of seasoning and looked at Mu Rulan. “Actually, I just don’t eat these things. I don’t think I can be counted as picky.”
He didn’t eat seasoning. Other than that, meat or vegetable, he could eat it all. So it didn’t count.
“You shouldn’t twist the facts. Being picky is being picky. Please don’t leave behind any food and eat it all,” Mu Rulan said with a smile.
“Don’t want to.”
“No can do. You need to eat it all.”
Mu Rulan suddenly felt like she was seeing things. This man with shockingly high intelligence had turned into a huge dog, and now that dog was looking at its owner, protesting that he didn’t want to eat vegetables and only wanted to eat meat, his tail wagging behind him.
Mu Rulan let out a sigh in her heart and blinked.
“You truly don’t want to?” Mu Rulan felt like she was coaxing a child into eating his meal properly and not be picky.
“Don’t want to,” Mo Qianren continued to reject it.
Though his expression was indifferent, and his tone plain as usual, he somehow gave her a moe-moe feeling.
“Alright then. I won’t cook for you next time.”
Mu Rulan widened her eyes in shock and looked at him. “…”
When Mu Rulan finished her food, Mo Qianren finally ate… only a little bit of the pile of seasoning without any expression.
Mu Rulan had no choice but to compromise. Fine, even though he only ate a little his face already looked paralyzed. If she wanted him to finish it all, he would probably turn into a statue.
But this could still be considered an improvement. Today he ate just a little and tomorrow he would eat more, and then the day after that… As he progressed slowly, he would one day feel less resistant to this kind of thing.
After they finished eating, they walked around the garden.
Not too far away, an old beggar waited with his bowl. Inside the broken bowl were a few coins.
Mu Rulan looked in her pocket and took out all the coins she had to put inside the old beggar’s bowl. When he expressed his gratitude, she smiled warmly.
Mo Qianren stood there, observing with both hands in his pockets.
This was not the first time that Mu Rulan had donated some money to the poor. Not only did she make him feel soft-hearted, she also made him feel puzzled.
He still couldn’t understand this girl, even though he already knew that her objective was to kill. He also knew her motives, yet he still couldn’t see through her, like she was made of fog, unable to be caught, touched, or seen through.
Mo Qianren looked at Mu Rulan and suddenly heard the sound of cheering. He turned his head a little and saw a group of girls dancing in the middle of the garden. One of them was turning her body sexily and leaning towards him.
Mu Rulan slowed down to watch what was going on.
It was quite obvious what this girl was intending to do just by seeing her playful gaze and the movements of her body.
Mo Qianren looked coldly at her. She walked to his side and stretched out a hand like she wanted to put it on his shoulder.
But Mo Qianren acted like he saw an annoying fly trying to get close to him. The moment she stretched out her hand, pak!, he slapped it away without mercy.
After that, he furrowed his brows in disgust and looked down at his hand, taking large steps to the nearest hose to wash his hands…
Mu Rulan stood there and laughed, unable to hold back. How could he be so cute? If he had mysophobia, he should have avoided that girl from the very beginning. Why did he slap her hand away instead?
The girl ran awkwardly away back to her group. The group of girls looked at Mo Qianren as if in complaint, like they blamed him for rejecting her.
Mo Qianren washed his hands and didn’t glance back as he walked to Mu Rulan. “Let’s go.”
Mu Rulan followed him and watched him take out his phone to dial a call to the police station. “A new group of female drug dealers are dancing in the garden. They will leave in five minutes and they have guns.”
Once he finished speaking, he hung up, leaving no chance for the person on the other to respond.
Mu Rulan blinked. Drug dealers? That girl just now? So the reason he didn’t move but instead chose to simply stand there was because he realized something was off?
“How did you know they’re going to leave in five minutes?” she asked.
“They noticed I’m not an ordinary citizen,” he answered lightly.
People in their line of work tended to have good judgment. Criminals dared not meet his gaze. If they were guilty, just a glance would scare them into running away immediately.
“You’re not going after them?” Mu Rulan found it a little unbelievable that he made that call sounding like the superior.
That meant he wasn’t reporting to the police but rather simply giving notice to someone there. And that meant he was actually related to the police – if that was the case, why did he not go and capture them though he was the one to discover it?
“Not interested,” was his only response. Translated by The Novelst
He had already fulfilled his obligations by calling the police. Executing the mission was their responsibility as law enforcement officers. He was nothing but a simple criminal psychologist.
Mu Rulan let out a “huh,” and looked at him with surprise.
He would consider whether or not the case was interesting enough when considering taking on a case? Just now she wanted to ask him how he knew those girls were the drug dealers and how he knew that they had guns on them, but her curiosity had now faded. This man was far more interesting than his methods of reasoning and inference.
Proofread by: Hannah
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