Chapter 039: Like You? Not a Chance

Chapter 039: Like You? In Your Dreams!

“Good riddance! That bastard Cai Jiu should have died a long time ago,” Chu Fei said with a laugh.

“Hmph, of course you’d want him dead. Now that he’s gone, you can fool around with his mistress without a care in the world, can’t you?” Ling Yujiao shot Chu Fei a glare, her words biting. For some reason, saying it left her with a vague sense of irritation—a feeling she quickly brushed aside.

“Officer Ling, are you jealous? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me?” Chu Fei looked at her in astonishment, joking.

“Like you? Not in a million years!” Ling Yujiao snapped. After a pause, she looked at Chu Fei and said, “Qi Hong was Cai Jiu’s mistress. After what happened last night, she was taken in for questioning at the station.”

“Is that so?” Chu Fei frowned slightly.

Ling Yujiao caught his reaction and gave a cold snort. “But don’t worry, I’ve already stepped in and gotten her released. She’s fine now. The station won’t trouble her anymore.”

“Why did you do that?” Chu Fei was taken aback, staring at her in confusion. In his mind, this rookie cop was all about justice—bailing out Qi Hong seemed to go against everything she stood for.

“You helped me, so I help you. If Qi Hong was kept in there, you’d have been upset, wouldn’t you?” Ling Yujiao replied matter-of-factly.

“Thank you.” Chu Fei didn’t say more, but her words moved him.

“Don’t get sentimental. That doesn’t work on me.” Ling Yujiao gave Chu Fei a cold look. Though she said it, her mood was clearly much improved. She turned to leave, then stopped in her tracks. “Chu Fei, are you sure you really know nothing about what happened yesterday?”

“Know what? Don’t tell me you think I killed Cai Jiu?” Chu Fei grinned.

“Forget it, don’t say anything.” Ling Yujiao huffed. She didn’t really believe Chu Fei was capable of killing Cai Jiu. She’d seen the bloody aftermath at Hongyue Manor with her own eyes last night—Cai Jiu and all his core men wiped out. No ordinary person could have done that. The police had already ruled it a gang vendetta; only something like that could result in such carnage.

“You’d better keep your head down for a while. Besides Cai Jiu, Hou Bing was also killed last night. You know who he was, right?” Ling Yujiao continued, feeling that Chu Fei was shrouded in mystery. Even if he wasn’t involved, she was worried he might get dragged in.

“Hou Bing?” Chu Fei’s expression changed—this time, he was genuinely surprised.

“In short, things are chaotic in Kun City’s underworld right now.” Ling Yujiao suddenly looked at Chu Fei and asked, “Chu Fei, do you know Liu Huamei?”

“Who’s Liu Huamei?” Chu Fei feigned ignorance, though immediately the image of that stunningly seductive woman from Hongyue Manor flashed through his mind.

Ling Yujiao scrutinized Chu Fei for a moment, then, convinced he wasn’t pretending, said, “According to our information, Liu Huamei was also one of Cai Jiu’s lovers.”

“Is that so?” Chu Fei remained impassive.

Ling Yujiao went on, “We suspect that Cai Jiu’s death is connected to this woman, and even Hou Bing’s death may be related. After all, she stands to benefit the most from the current upheaval.”

Chu Fei blinked, his mind racing.

“I’m telling you this so you can warn Qi Hong. Since she and Liu Huamei were both involved with Cai Jiu, they likely know each other. Tell her not to get entangled with Liu Huamei—she’s about to become our main target.” Ling Yujiao’s tone was grave.

“Thank you,” Chu Fei said with gratitude.

“You’re welcome. You help me, I help you. That’s all I had to say, so take care of yourself—I have to go.” With that, Ling Yujiao turned to leave.

“Hey, Officer Ling, what about my reward? When will I get it?” Chu Fei called after her.

Ling Yujiao stumbled, nearly falling. She turned and glared at him. “Don’t worry, not a cent will be missing.” With those words, she strode off without looking back.

“She’s running off so fast—could she have a guilty conscience?” Chu Fei muttered, staring after her in a daze. That rookie cop looked like she was fleeing the scene…

He shook his head and started walking, but had only gone a few steps before stopping again. Rounding the corner ahead was a striking figure—the very person they’d just mentioned: Qi Hong.

Qi Hong was dressed in a black trench coat and tight red pants, blending composure with a hint of playful charm. She sauntered up to Chu Fei and smiled seductively. “Judging by how chummy you were with that little cop just now, you two must be close.”

“Are you jealous?” Chu Fei grinned.

“Please—I’d be jealous of a little cop?” Qi Hong curled her sensuous red lips and said no more, fixing her gaze on him.

Chu Fei said nothing either, but his eyes studied her face intently. Though she wore light makeup, it couldn’t hide the pallor of her cheeks or the faint swelling around her eyes. She was bewitching as ever, but it was a kind of allure that made the heart ache.

Just then, Qi Hong suddenly said, “Cai Jiu is dead.” Her voice was low.

“Mm.” Chu Fei nodded.

“Did you kill him?” Qi Hong stared hard at him, as if searching his eyes for a truth.

“If I told you it had nothing to do with me, would you believe it?” Chu Fei shrugged.

“No.” Qi Hong shook her head, keeping her gaze on him. Then she smiled faintly. “I never realized before how dangerous you are.”

“Oh? Are you scared of me now?” Chu Fei laughed. He didn’t bother explaining the real reason for Cai Jiu’s death. He knew Qi Hong wasn’t here for answers.

“Why should I be? Are you going to eat me?” Qi Hong pursed her lips in a smile, as if none of what they’d just discussed meant anything, as if Cai Jiu’s death was utterly unconnected to her.

“I couldn’t eat you if I tried—it’s always you who devours me,” Chu Fei teased, letting his gaze linger on her long, shapely legs.

“Scoundrel.” Qi Hong’s cheeks flushed, but she shot him a playful glare before her smile faded. “Chu Fei, I came to tell you I’m leaving.”

“Really?” Chu Fei was briefly stunned, half-guessing what she meant.

Qi Hong sighed. “I’ve lived in Kun City since college. It looks glamorous, but I was never free. I couldn’t go anywhere—Cai Jiu’s possessiveness kept me under his eye every moment. Now that he’s dead, I’m finally free. I want to try living differently...”

Chu Fei nodded, understanding exactly how she felt. “Do you know where you’ll go?”

“No idea.” Qi Hong smiled with a breezy carelessness. “Maybe I’ll come back. Or maybe I’ll find some honest man, settle down, have a few kids, and be a good wife and mother.”

“Whatever makes you happy,” Chu Fei said simply.

“Aren’t you even going to try and make me stay?” Qi Hong was surprised—his reaction was not what she’d expected.

“If I asked you to stay, would you?” Chu Fei smiled.

“You never know—maybe I’d be too reluctant to leave,” Qi Hong replied, as seductively as ever.

Chu Fei just shook his head. After a long pause, he said sincerely, “Take care.”

“You’re no fun. Really, you’re just no fun at all...” Qi Hong shook her head, then, without another glance, slipped into the nearby sports car. With a roar, the Audi R8 shot forward and disappeared around the corner.

Watching the car speed away, Chu Fei narrowed his eyes, a hollow feeling settling in his chest. He knew that after today, Qi Hong might vanish from his world for good.

That enchantress.

Chu Fei swore under his breath.

Go, then. But did you have to seduce me one last time before you left? If that’s not witchcraft, what is?

With a sigh, Chu Fei pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Chu Fei, calling me so early—don’t you want people to sleep?” came a languid, effeminate male voice laced with annoyance: it was Blood Fox.

“You killed Hou Bing too, didn’t you? What exactly are you planning?” Chu Fei’s tone was grim.

“I was bored. Just looking for something to do,” Blood Fox replied nonchalantly.

“This is China. You’d better watch yourself—I’m not cleaning up your mess,” Chu Fei warned, his voice severe.

“Relax, I know what I’m doing.” Blood Fox had barely finished speaking when there was a sudden yelp, followed by strange noises and the soft, drawn-out moans of a woman over the line.

“That bastard.”

Chu Fei cursed and hung up. He’d clearly heard what was happening—Blood Fox, that pervert, already playing around with a woman this early in the morning.

But Chu Fei soon frowned. He’d have to find time to talk with Blood Fox face-to-face. The guy hadn’t left China—what exactly was he up to?

—

It was a luxurious and slightly intimidating manor.

A shrill ring shattered the silence in one of the rooms.

“Damn it, who the hell is calling and disturbing my sleep? You’d better have a good explanation or else—” Blue Yoyo, flaming with rage, scrambled out of bed, snatched her phone from the floor, and bellowed into it. Last night’s drinking binge had left her blacked out, and she’d forgotten to turn off her phone.

“Blue Yoyo, you haven’t forgotten today’s race, have you?” came a teasing young man’s voice on the other end, full of challenge.

“What race?” Blue Yoyo asked blankly, her head still pounding.

“Seriously? The infamous Blue Princess backing out? That’s not like you,” the young man exaggerated.

“Zhou Xiaolong, don’t try to provoke me. When have I ever been afraid? Just you wait—I’ll destroy you tonight!” Blue Yoyo snapped back, now fully awake, and cursed him out.

“Great, I’ll be waiting. Just don’t chicken out,” the young man laughed.

“Hmph.” Blue Yoyo grunted, about to hang up, when Zhou Xiaolong’s sly voice came through, “Blue Yoyo, don’t forget our bet. If you lose tonight, you have to be my girlfriend—no backing out.”

“Get lost! If you want me to be your girlfriend, you can eat shit!” Blue Yoyo shouted, then slammed her phone down, her face darkening. Though she talked tough, her confidence was shaky. Zhou Xiaolong’s mentor was Kun City’s underground racing king—his skills far surpassed hers. But she’d said what she’d said—was she really going to become that jerk’s girlfriend?

She’d rather die.

Clutching her head in despair, Blue Yoyo suddenly looked up, a spark of inspiration in her eyes...