Dr. Chi’s Mission: Seduce Officer Su - Chapter 10

Listening to that soft, bone-melting request, Su Qiao’s handsome face flushed as red as a cherry.

She lowered her eyelids slightly and agreed, “Let me hold it.” Taking all the items, she secretly weighed them in her hands, how could something so light be described as heavy?

The more she thought about it, the more she found the quirky excuse for the invitation amusing.

Dr. Chi’s thoughts were still unfathomable, what a headache.

Not daring to look directly for too long, she used the eco-bag to cover most of her face, leaving only a pair of sparkling eyes to sneak glances at the beautiful woman who was making a fool of herself.

“Wait a moment, I almost forgot to bring you something delicious.” Chi Jue jogged back to retrieve the nearly forgotten box of pastries and asked, “What did you have for dinner?”

The question seemed casual, but it was actually a subtle attempt to gauge “Little Bear’s” mood, testing whether she was upset about the last-minute cancellation of their dinner plans.

Su Qiao answered honestly, “Dry-fried beef hor fun. The stir-fried noodle stall downstairs from my place is exceptionally good.”

“How exceptionally good is it?” Chi Jue didn’t really care about the taste; it was more of a way to guide “Little Bear” into giving the answer she wanted.

Su Qiao replied naturally, “That stall has been around for over ten years. It’s always packed, and if you go too late, you might not even get a seat. I’ll have to take you to try it when I have the chance.”

That was exactly the response Chi Jue had hoped for. She eagerly agreed, “Sure.”

Su Qiao was already holding the fluffy clothes, with a lambskin handbag hanging from her wrist. Seeing the additional pastry box, she reached out with her uninjured arm to take it.

Chi Jue instinctively pulled it back. “Won’t it be too heavy?”

Su Qiao insisted on taking the box. “This little bit isn’t heavy at all.”

“But you’re injured. You’re just a girl, too~” Chi Jue’s tone was gentle, but it overflowed with the protective and respectful attitude of an older sister toward a younger one.

Su Qiao froze for a moment, her lips trembling slightly, visibly moved.

Her instinct to protect others seemed like an indelible habit, stemming from her sense of duty as a police officer and her role as the sole pillar of her family.

Suddenly, she recalled her mother’s final words: “In this life, you can’t rely on anyone but yourself.”

So, from a very young age, she had learned to ignore her own feelings, downplay the vulnerabilities of her gender, and never expect anyone to stand in front of her.

But Chi Jue’s soft, feather-like words felt like a cotton bullet, striking her heart with a tender ache.

Yes, she was a girl, too.

As they stepped into the elevator, the two stood side by side, momentarily unsure of what to talk about.

It wasn’t until they entered the house.

“Brand new, and they can be yours to use from now on.” Chi Jue handed her a pair of brown suede slippers, perfectly sized for Su Qiao’s feet, matching her own pink-and-white pair like a couple’s set.

At first glance, the words seemed ordinary, but upon closer reflection, they carried a lingering, profound meaning, as if hinting at a unique hope for the future.

“Thank you.” Su Qiao slipped on the slippers and stood motionless, as if she dared not step further inside without the host’s invitation.

Seeing her unease, Chi Jue led her to the living room. “Relax, make yourself at home.”

She valued quiet and privacy, and her social circle was clean and simple, so she never brought anyone home, not even her closest friend, Meng Changnian, had ever set foot in this place.

Apart from the aunt who came regularly to clean, Su Qiao was the first guest to ever visit this apartment.

This was her little special privilege.

The four-bedroom, two-living-room layout was decorated in a modern minimalist style. The black-and-white color scheme perfectly mirrored its owner’s cool and efficient demeanor, even the collectible artworks hanging on the walls adhered strictly to the same two-tone palette.

For someone living alone, the apartment felt excessively spacious, making it hard to ignore the somewhat lifeless atmosphere.

Su Qiao stood bewildered in front of the sofa, her eyes carefully scanning the surroundings. She sighed inwardly, noting that the living room was larger than her entire home, and not just by a little.

She thought of her grandmother, who would circle their own cramped living room day after day, reaching the end in just a few steps. That dusty, gray world felt like a compressed little box.

If her grandmother were to stroll in a living room like this, she’d probably complain about being too tired to walk after just a couple of steps. The thought almost made Su Qiao laugh.

But then, remembering how her once-cherished dreams had shattered into pieces, her smile stiffened slightly.

Since when had even daydreaming become a luxury?

“What are you standing there spacing out for?” Chi Jue walked in from the kitchen, carrying a plate of fresh seasonal fruits.

Su Qiao reined in her wandering thoughts and picked a random topic. “Don’t you find it eerie living alone in such a big place?”

“Why would it be eerie if you’ve done nothing wrong? It just feels a bit desolate sometimes, like living in no man’s land.” Chi Jue’s metaphor was somewhat puzzling.

Su Qiao waited until Chi Jue had taken a seat before obediently sitting down herself.

But the plush leather sofa nearly threw off her balance. After a brief struggle, she perched stiffly on the edge, radiating discomfort and restraint.

“These snacks were made by my mother,” Chi Jue said, opening a box. She seemed eager to get “Little Bear” to eat something, perhaps to make up for standing her up earlier that evening.

She picked up a rabbit-shaped mung bean pastry and held it out to Su Qiao. “Here, try it.”

“Your mother is really skilled,” Su Qiao praised, though her gaze lingered on the slender, pale fingers holding the pastry.

This elegant and tasteful woman, even her clean, well-manicured nails had a soft, pearlescent matte glow.

Su Qiao leaned back slightly, unaccustomed to such attentiveness. “I… I can take it myself.”

Chi Jue was the epitome of cool detachment, but her initiative stemmed from sensing a strong undercurrent of insecurity in “Little Bear.”

“I want to feed you,” she said, tilting her head slightly and delivering the blush-inducing words with confident ease. “Open up, just like when a doctor gives a child deworming candy. Be a good girl and say ‘ah’~”

She was doing her best to dissolve “Little Bear’s” anxiety.

“I’m not a kid,” Su Qiao protested, but she couldn’t resist the persistence. Like a timid puppy, she timidly took the pastry with her mouth and quickly retreated to the side.

Chi Jue crossed her legs, propped an elbow on her knee, and rested her chin in her hand, watching the blushing Su Qiao with an amused, crescent-eyed smile.

“Psychological blushing is a unique human trait, it’s caused by a surge in adrenaline, which leads to the dilation of facial capillaries.”

Su Qiao’s cheeks were puffed up like a hamster. Before she could even savor the taste of the mung bean pastry, Dr. Chi’s flirtatious use of professional terminology completely broke her defenses.

She practically stuffed herself into the corner of the sofa, turning sideways to evade the blatant teasing. As a result, her ears and the nape of her neck turned a deep, burning shade of red.

She pulled her stretchy knit hat down to her chin, wrapping her entire head inside.

Only a child trying to hide their shyness would make it this obvious.

Chi Jue was amused by the childish gesture, struggling to hold back her laughter as she covered her mouth.

Whoosh!

The next second, Su Qiao abruptly sprang up, pushing her cap aside and wiping her face hastily. “It’s getting late, I should head back.”

“Alright, take the tea snacks home and enjoy them slowly.” Chi Jue understood the meaning of “there will be plenty of time,” so she didn’t press her to stay.

She had cleverly left a backup plan, taking the elegant box with her would ensure another meeting when it was returned.

“Let me walk you out.”

Su Qiao politely declined, “No need, I’m really good with directions. I know my way back.”

“So impressive, huh? Then… have you figured out the way home?” Chi Jue deliberately omitted the word “my.”

So, whose home was she referring to? Just hers, or possibly their future home together?

She started with a casual remark about slippers and ended with the path home, her words carrying a subtle hope. She prayed the silly little bear wouldn’t catch on to her hidden intentions too soon.

“I’ve already figured it out.” Su Qiao’s smile still radiated a goofy charm, but her eyes held a deeper understanding.

She was a naturally gifted and outstanding police detective, with an absolute sensitivity to the smallest details.

…

Stepping into the elevator, Su Qiao lifted the box in her hand. “Thanks for the tea snacks.”

Not wanting their farewell to feel too rushed, Chi Jue said seriously, “Don’t let your wound get wet, and remember to take the anti-inflammatory medicine when you get back.”

“You’ve already reminded me once today. I’ll follow the doctor’s orders.” Su Qiao noticed that Dr. Chi had a nagging side too, but this version of her felt like smooth, soft silk, wrapping around her heart with a gentle warmth.

Standing outside the door, Chi Jue murmured, “See you later.”

Su Qiao’s goodbye was unusually tender. “Sweet dreams tonight.”

Their eyes reflected each other’s figures, entwined in a silent reluctance to part, like a soft drizzle slipping into the deep night, moistening everything without a sound.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, they almost simultaneously pressed the open button.

Chi Jue finally shed her pride and asked softly, “About canceling dinner last minute… are you mad at me?”

At the same time, Su Qiao frantically reached out to stop the door from closing. “I want to show you something.” After a brief pause, they looked at each other and smiled, their unspoken understanding making the night feel a little less cold.

Chi Jue grinned. “What did you want to show me?”

“This.” Su Qiao pulled her collar aside to reveal the writing on the bandage, then mumbled while rubbing the bridge of her nose, “Don’t hate the police bear, okay? I’m not mad at you, because I know you’re upset that I didn’t take better care of myself.”

This time, a blush visited Chi Jue’s cheeks.

She stared at the altered words on the bandage and smiled as if warmed by a spring breeze. “I’m glad you understand.”

Su Qiao asked cautiously, “Then… when can we go try that Jianghu cuisine?”

Wow, she’s still hung up on that.

“So, you’re a little foodie, huh?” Chi Jue teased as she stepped into the elevator, promising, “We’ll go once you’re healed. Next time, rain or shine, nothing will stop us.”

“Pinky promise.” Su Qiao hooked her pinky finger, as if terrified Dr. Chi might cancel again. “If anyone backs out, they have to grant the other a small wish. Deal?”

“Such a childish little rascal.” Chi Jue scolded playfully but firmly linked her pinky with Su Qiao’s. “Seal it with a stamp.”

Su Qiao sneakily gazed into Chi Jue’s starry, brilliant eyes. “It’s settled then, stamped!”