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But Yan Xiaobao, grinning cheekily, tossed the pistol to the side. "Bingbing, my darling wife, what are you talking about? You’re my wife, how could I possibly hurt you?"
"I didn’t ask you to hurt , I just want you to put on a show." Han Ruobing turned her back to him, leaning into Yan Xiaobao’s embrace. "Put your arm around my neck."
As Han Ruobing took the initiative to "throw herself into his arms," Yan Xiaobao was overjoyed. He grabbed her tightly, turned his head, and planted a kiss on her cheek...
*Smack!*
Han Ruobing spun around and slapped Yan Xiaobao square across the face.
For any man daring enough to try and kiss her, Han Ruobing always dealt with them this way. But after hitting Yan Xiaobao, she suddenly felt a twinge of unease and involuntarily took a step back.
She had seen firsthand how terrifying Yan Xiaobao could be. Would this slap provoke him into flying into a rage out of humiliation...
Though Han Ruobing’s slap was quick, it was definitely one that Yan Xiaobao could have dodged. Yet he neither avoided it nor tried to block; he took the slap fully. However, despite Han Ruobing putting her all into it, her slap did not leave the slightest mark on his face.
"Wife, it’s not right for a wife to hit her husband. I might just have to enforce so household discipline," Yan Xiaobao said with a mischievous grin as he slowly approached Han Ruobing.
"What are you planning to do?" Han Ruobing’s voice trembled slightly.
"In our household, discipline ans—" Yan Xiaobao’s gaze shifted downward, locking onto her lower waist. "Spanking!"
"No!" Han Ruobing, flustered and furious, backed away repeatedly. "What does your so-called household discipline have to do with ? I’m not your wife!"
"Well..." Yan Xiaobao paused, thought for a mont, and then nodded. "You’re right. You’re not my wife yet."
Han Ruobing imdiately followed up. "Exactly. I’m not your wife. So sneaking a kiss from is harassnt. I slapped you as punishnt, which is completely justified."
Yan Xiaobao thought it over again and suddenly pushed his face closer to hers, grinning wide. "Alright then, how about you slap one more ti?"
Han Ruobing stared at him, baffled. "Why would I slap you again? As long as you behave, I won’t hit you, okay?"
"Nope." Yan Xiaobao shook his head repeatedly. "One kiss equals one slap—it’s only fair. So if you slap again, I get to kiss you again."
"..." Han Ruobing was completely speechless.
This guy was driving her absolutely insane!
At that mont, a commanding male voice echoed from outside. "Listen up inside: I’m going to count to three. Surrender imdiately, or we’ll take aggressive action!"
Han Ruobing instantly recognized the voice and shouted loudly, "Chief Zhang, the suspect is ard and holding hostage!"
After shouting, she didn’t worry about anything else and dove back into Yan Xiaobao’s arms, letting him "take her hostage" again.
The person outside was none other than Chief Zhang, head of the Baofeng District Patrol Office. Upon hearing about soone assaulting officers and seizing a firearm under his jurisdiction, he wasted no ti in rushing over to personally take charge of the situation.
"Chief Zhang, don’t listen to what Han Ruobing says. Her relationship with the suspect is suspicious—I saw with my own eyes how they were holding hands affectionately in the interrogation room," Shi Jianzhong reported in a calculated tone. "She’s clearly abusing her position to assist the suspect in escaping!"
"That’s a serious allegation." Chief Zhang frowned.
He didn’t believe Shi Jianzhong’s accusations. On one hand, Han Ruobing was known for her integrity and impeccable conduct. The idea that she would engage in such inappropriate behavior in the interrogation room was absurd. On the other hand, he was well aware of the grudge Shi Jianzhong held against her for having his ego publicly bruised.
Spreading malicious rumors against Han Ruobing was clearly Shi Jianzhong’s way of getting back at her. Not only did Chief Zhang find it implausible, he found it frankly disgusting.
"Chief Zhang, I swear on my honor it’s the truth. Xiao Sun and Xiao Zhao were both witnesses. If you don’t believe , ask them yourself," Shi Jianzhong quickly pulled two of his subordinates into the fray as witnesses.
Chief Zhang scrutinized the two patrol officers with a sharp gaze and asked sternly, "Speak with precise detail—explain the situation at that ti and recount everything that happened without omission or fabrication."
"Here’s what happened..." Xiao Sun and Xiao Zhao began recounting everything, from Yan Xiaobao assaulting soone, to Zhao Erhu calling the police, to Han Ruobing interrogating Yan Xiaobao, Shi Jianzhong getting slapped, and finally the theft of the firearm.
"Yan Xiaobao? Could it be him?" Chief Zhang muttered, his mind racing.
Unfortunately, since Han Ruobing had initially treated Yan Xiaobao’s case as a routine public disturbance, she hadn’t placed him in a criminal investigation room. The interview room she was currently in lacked one-way mirror walls, so they couldn’t see what was happening inside.
After mulling it over for a mont, Chief Zhang called out toward the room, "Yan Xiaobao, this is Zhang Zhixue. I’d like to have a word with you. Can I co in? Rest assured, I’ll co alone and unard."
"Don’t co in," Yan Xiaobao imdiately rejected.
He was happily holding onto Han Ruobing, basking in her warmth and enjoying her scent. Why would he let soone interrupt such a pleasant mont?
After an extended period of hesitation, with repeated gestures from Han Ruobing, Yan Xiaobao reluctantly agreed to let Chief Zhang co in to negotiate.
Ignoring the protests of his subordinates, Chief Zhang resolutely entered the interview room alone.
...
Previously, Xia Rou had stubbornly refused to prepare lunch for Yan Xiaobao, but she soon regretted it.
No matter what, Yan Xiaobao was soone she personally brought in, intending to take back to her hotown to help treat her younger sister. Moreover, Yan Xiaobao had caused this whole ss trying to help her with her issues. How could she neglect him and not even bring him a al?
So, after hastily preparing lunch and grabbing a few bites herself, Xia Rou hurried to the patrol office.
Chen Long, wanting to make a show of friendliness in front of the man newly recognized as his brother-in-law, decided to tag along.
When Xia Rou and Chen Long arrived at the patrol office carrying thermal containers, they found two to three dozen ard patrol officers nervously surrounding the interview room as if preparing for a major encounter.
"Excuse , what’s going on here?"
Upon hearing about Yan Xiaobao’s alleged cris of "violent resistance," "assaulting officers," "stealing a firearm," and "taking a female officer hostage," Xia Rou and Chen Long were completely taken aback, their faces losing all color.
What on earth had happened?
Wasn’t this all supposed to be about investigating Zhao Erhu’s report?
How did it escalate into a standoff with patrol officers?
Xia Rou collapsed weakly into a chair in the lobby’s lounge area, her mind blank and utterly at a loss. Chen Long, too, wore a pained expression, with no idea what to do.
This was it. It was over. Committing such grave offenses in the patrol office left no room for negotiation—Yan Xiaobao wasn’t facing cell bars; he was looking at bullets...
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