Dr. Chi’s Mission: Seduce Officer Su - Chapter 14

The two of them tirelessly searched for the toy walkie-talkies according to the map, enjoying every moment.

But when they walked out of the last McDonald’s fried chicken shop, their hopeful expectations were met with disappointment.

Since it was a bestseller, selling out was expected, so Su Qiao wasn’t too disheartened.

For her, on this day when she couldn’t voice her pain, the persistence Dr. Chi had brought her was a small, memorable happiness.

This “adventure” deserved to be commemorated.

So, she bought two half-priced ice cream cones to celebrate.

Su Qiao handed over one of the cones. “Life is always full of regrets, but we can reward ourselves.”

Her words felt more like self-consolation, as her life had already been invaded by too many regrets, one more wouldn’t make much difference.

Chi Jue leaned against the car, savoring the ice cream. The rich, creamy flavor melted in her mouth, and she couldn’t help smacking her lips in satisfaction.

She had long forgotten the last time she had been so carefree, but in that moment, she became the 3.5-year-old child “Little Bear” had described, briefly setting aside the worries of adulthood.

“No, you should say, life should always be full of expectations,” she said, rising slightly on her toes to ruffle Su Qiao’s bangs.

Su Qiao didn’t avoid the “harassment.” Perhaps she even enjoyed it, as she could at least feel Dr. Chi’s affection.

“Is it too cold? If you can’t finish it, don’t force yourself.”

Chi Jue waved her ice cream cone. “Not at all. It’s warmer than the long winter.”

“It’s getting late. Let me take you home.”

“Then I’ll trouble you, little driver.” Chi Jue estimated that “Little Bear’s” wound was almost ready for suture removal, so this time, she didn’t refuse.

Of course, she had a small, selfish motive.

Being with Su Qiao, even for one more second, was worth a little scheming.

After all, happiness was hard to come by.

…

The car stereo played soft instrumental music, and the dim streetlights cast overlapping shadows, creating a serene and quietly pleasant atmosphere.

Outside the window, the glittering night scenery wasn’t the most enticing thing, what was truly captivating was the unspoken reluctance growing wildly in the narrow confines of the car, which both were deliberately trying to conceal.

As if to delay their parting, Su Qiao maintained the safest driving speed, ignoring the flashing lights of the cars behind her urging her to go faster.

Chi Jue leaned against the window, lulled by the exceptionally smooth driving, yet unwilling to waste even a second of gazing at Su Qiao.

She couldn’t quite understand why Su Qiao seemed to be bathed in a faint, shimmering light, like the hazy glow of silvery moonlight.

It wasn’t until Su Qiao skillfully parked the car in its spot.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and said softly, “Miss Chi, please rate my service. I look forward to your next visit.”

Chi Jue, half-closing her eyes, thought to herself, so “Little Bear” really did remember the way home.

Amused by the playful phrasing, she lazily replied, “Give me your hand.”

“Huh?” Su Qiao made a questioning sound but obediently extended her hand.

Chi Jue held her palm and leisurely traced a five-pointed star. “Five-star rating. I’ll request you again next time.”

A tingling, ticklish sensation spread across her palm. Su Qiao laughed and gently gripped her fingertips, protesting in a low voice, “You make it sound like I’m a massage girl!”

Chi Jue pushed the car door open, smiling. “If you know how, it wouldn’t hurt to add it to the service menu~”

Su Qiao smiled knowingly. She didn’t follow but stood by the roadside. “Hurry up and go inside. Get some rest early.”

When it came to maintaining ordinary friendships, she knew exactly how to keep her distance.

Chi Jue was momentarily stunned. She had originally intended to bring “Little Bear” home, as she had a full set of suture removal tools there, but that abrupt farewell had disrupted her plans.

Earlier, at the hotel entrance, Su Qiao withdrawing her hand had already made her sense the sudden and unusual distance.

But Dr. Chi never forced anyone: “Then… could you let me know when you get home safely?”

“Don’t worry, I will.” Su Qiao turned away with feigned nonchalance.

In Chi Jue’s eyes, that receding figure seemed increasingly lonely. She suddenly felt she had never truly understood Su Qiao.

The clumsy, smiling “Little Bear” might just be a fragmented and illusory fantasy.

“Officer Su.” Chi Jue hadn’t expected the words to slip out.

Su Qiao turned back, puzzled: “What is it?”

Chi Jue beckoned her over: “Come here for a moment.”

Su Qiao thought she had forgotten something: “Did I leave something behind?”

Chi Jue tugged her toward the Ferrari they had admired last time. “You seemed quite interested in it, didn’t you?”

Perhaps emboldened by Chi Jue’s presence, Su Qiao leaned in this time and gently caressed the car’s hood. “Well… how should I put it… It feels fiercely beautiful.”

Chi Jue casually perched on the edge of the engine cover, smiling with effortless charm. “If there’s a sunny day someday, why don’t you take me for a drive in it?”

“This… this car is yours? Do doctors really earn that much?” Su Qiao stammered, finally voicing the question that had been on her mind.

Chi Jue couldn’t help but laugh at her silly expression. “You can switch between being a traffic police officer and a criminal police ‘Little Bear,’ so why must I only be a doctor? Silly~”

Su Qiao clasped her hands behind her back and circled around her, scrutinizing. “Hmph, I never would’ve guessed you had a hidden identity~”

“Of course. Aren’t you curious?” Chi Jue straightened her posture, letting her look all she wanted.

“If you don’t tell me voluntarily, I won’t pry. Let’s keep some mystery.” Though her words were polite, the light in Su Qiao’s eyes dimmed, and a sense of inferiority seeped from the depths of her soul. “Hurry upstairs, it’s getting late.”

As Chi Jue watched Su Qiao stride away, she instinctively raised a hand to touch the rough, inexpensive scarf around her neck. Yet, the lingering warmth it held couldn’t be defined by its value.

If only time could slow down just a little more?

She sighed inwardly, trying to hold her back: “Your scarf.”

Su Qiao didn’t turn around, merely raising her arm to wave goodbye. “Keep it. What would happen to Dr. Chi’s patients waiting for her recovery if she caught a cold?”

Chi Jue lingered, unwilling to leave until “Little Bear” had completely vanished from sight. Only then did she part her lips and murmur with a soft laugh, “You little rascal.”

…

Stepping into the elevator.

She lowered her head and lifted a corner of the scarf, her fingertips tracing its coarse texture. But the careful, gentle touch betrayed her affection for it.

Though she was alone in the confined space, she still glanced around guiltily, as if afraid of being caught.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally couldn’t resist bringing it to her nose to inhale Su Qiao’s scent. Her breathing gradually grew greedy and indulgent.

The clean, simple fragrance, tinged with the subtle aroma of cedar, sent a peculiar sensation through her nerves, evoking the lingering warmth of an embrace.

Chi Jue mocked herself for her somewhat perverse behavior, but when she poured her emotions into this object, she was willing to cast aside all hollow and superficial dignity.

‘Ding!’

The elevator doors slid open with a crisp chime.

Chi Jue was still lost in her fantasies about Su Qiao when, the moment she stepped out of the elevator, her gaze sharpened and her back stiffened abruptly.

The spacious corridor felt cool, and the motion-sensor lights cast a dim, warm glow.

A figure that had blended into the darkness leaned casually against the wall, slipping silently into her line of sight.

The woman had half of her sleek, long black hair tied up, wearing a tailored black wool coat paired with a black cashmere scarf. Even her matte leather boots were pure black.

Such a monotonous palette was layered with a unique sense of depth by her.

At that moment, she resembled a midnight demon, waiting in a corner for her prey to arrive.

She lifted her sharp chin in response, her deep, unfathomable eyes beneath straight brows meeting the person she had thought of night after night.

Her sharply defined, cold face had just begun to soften with a gentle smile, only for it to be swiftly wiped away without a trace.

Her gaze fixed on Chi Jue’s neck, easily discerning the out-of-place presence there. As a result, her opening words were not a long-awaited greeting but a scornful accusation: “It doesn’t suit you.”

“Then what do you think would suit me?” Chi Jue’s voice was low, as if she wanted the cold air to freeze into icicles and pierce straight through the other’s heart.

If she could make her feel pain, Chi Jue was more than willing to wield the sharpness of her words.

An Jiaqin’s eyes and brows bore some resemblance to Su Qiao’s, lazy and drowsy, tinged with a faint, elusive coldness.

Yet they were vastly different.

Su Qiao was someone imbued with the righteousness of sunlight, honest and brave.

An Jiaqin, on the other hand, seemed born only for moonlit nights, serene yet melancholic.

She didn’t dwell on Chi Jue’s retort, instead curving her eyes into a smile as she asked, “You received the flowers, right? I remember they were your favorite variety.”

Time may pass, but a person’s temperament is hard to erase. An Jiaqin’s self-assuredness always made Chi Jue scoff.

“Liking something in the past doesn’t mean I’ll like it in the future. Fickleness is human nature.” Chi Jue used the flowers as a metaphor, not wanting to engage further, and simply walked toward her door.

An Jiaqin followed at an unhurried pace, stating matter-of-factly, “It’s been five or six years since we last met. Aren’t you going to invite me in for a cup of tea? I’ve been waiting here for you all night.”

“Waiting all night is at most five or six hours. Waiting five or six years without any result, that’s the real joke.”

Chi Jue’s tone was filled with self-mockery. She was about to reach out to use the fingerprint lock but hesitated, withdrawing her hand and turning to look at the tall figure silhouetted against the light.

She silently stared at the slyly smiling woman, letting the seconds slip by.

An Jiaqin wisely halted her steps.

She was proud, yet at that moment, she seemed somewhat humble: “I know… you’re still angry with me. That’s why I can’t enter that door.”

“My home is open to only one person. On that list, your name has already been crossed out.” Without hesitation, Chi Jue fired a shot straight to her heart.

An Jiaqin narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze once again falling on the crude scarf. “So, you’re saying… the only name on that list now is the person who gave you this scarf?”