Dr. Chi’s Mission: Seduce Officer Su - Chapter 2

Hospital Open-Air Parking Lot.

The exchange between the two officers was far from smooth. After a heated argument erupted, the atmosphere plunged into a painful, icy abyss.

Ji Nanxing’s voice was slightly hoarse: “I’ve been fighting to keep your position as deputy team leader against pressure from above for two whole years. You should understand my intentions.”

The purpose of this meeting was simple, she only wanted to pull her broken partner back from the nightmares of the past.

“Don’t you get it? Su Qiao died that day too. The person standing in front of you is nothing but a useless burden.”

The corners of Su Qiao’s eyes flushed red as she struggled to suppress a trembling sob. Stubbornly, she jabbed a finger at her own chest.

She was on the verge of shattering.

The demon of failure had long ground all her pride into dust. An unspeakable bitterness soaked through her bones, seeping out as a suffocating self-loathing.

“No matter how strong the wind blows, it can’t bring back the past, can it?” Ji Nanxing’s sigh drained all color from the moment.

A sharp pain twisted in Su Qiao’s chest. The face that time had nearly blurred coughed up blood, lips trembling as if wanting to say something, but in the end, nothing came of it.

By the time she looked up again, Captain Ji’s figure had already vanished into the distant twilight haze.

Stunned, she stood frozen in place, her pale lips squeezing out a cruel self-interrogation: “No matter how strong the wind blows… it can’t bring back the past?”

Of course not. Except in dreams.

Under the dusk sky, the emergency building blazed with lights. The hospital remained as bustling as ever, as if everyone was struggling to survive under heavy burdens.

The streetlights flickered on, casting a glow over everything around them. Where there was light, there was hope.

Only she was forgotten in the shadow of the awning, silently mocked, taunted for living in a past she had imprisoned herself in.

After collecting her emotions, Su Qiao mounted her police motorcycle and rode out of the hospital gates.

A black Cadillac passed by her side, and she instinctively glanced at its license plate.

But before she had gone more than a few steps, the car, which had just turned right and gone straight, suddenly swerved in an emergency maneuver, its front end nearly crashing into the green belt beside the road.

Su Qiao, who had been following behind, slammed on her brakes. Already unsettled by the prospect of returning to the criminal investigation team, and now confronted with an accident, her brow furrowed deeply.

Nothing went smoothly these days.

…

Chi Jue stomped the brake pedal all the way down, her body lurching forward with the inertia. Calmly, she steadied herself against the steering wheel.

Perhaps it was the countless surgeries she had performed that forged this unflappable composure, or maybe she was just born with a temperament untroubled by joy, sorrow, anxiety, or worry.

Unbuckling her seatbelt, she leaned forward to check the front of the car. Fortunately, she hadn’t hit the electric scooter that had suddenly appeared; there was even a safe distance between them.

The man on the scooter looked to be in his forties, with a thermal lunchbox hanging from the handlebars, likely a family member of a hospitalized patient.

After sneaking a glance at the car’s emblem, he stormed over and pounded the hood a few times, cursing loudly, “Do you even have eyes? If you can’t see, why are you driving?”

As if his anger hadn’t been fully vented, he maneuvered his scooter next to the car window and absurdly shoved his entire head inside.

Under the streetlight, he scrutinized Chi Jue’s appearance, then sneered, “No wonder. Turns out it’s a female driver.”

“What’s wrong with being a female driver?”

Chi Jue’s emotions were as steady as her hands when holding a scalpel, light and controlled. Only now, that steadiness carried a faint, almost imperceptible hint of provocation.

The retort was delivered with a chilling indifference, as if addressing a stubborn and ignorant patient, laced with a subtle mockery of their lack of awareness.

Such a detached response made the troublemaker appear even more ridiculous, pushing his already enraged state into the realm of absurdity.

The man raised his voice to its fullest: “What kind of attitude is that?”

“I didn’t hit you, so this doesn’t qualify as a traffic accident. If you have any objections, you can call the police. And… it’s you who’s been making all the noise.”

Chi Jue clearly pinpointed the root of the issue, stripping the man of his dignity and sending him into a fit of fury.

Her calm and composed demeanor, which effortlessly dismantled the troublemaker’s defenses, was a skill she had mastered.

“Enough nonsense! If you don’t apologize properly, don’t even think about leaving!” The man threw a tantrum, even kicking the car door. “Get out here!”

Chi Jue was amused by his brutish behavior, well aware that those who couldn’t control their temper were bound to suffer.

“If you’re not calling the police, then I will.” The phrase “sweep things under the rug” had never existed in her approach to handling conflicts.

She raised her phone and leaned back in her seat, her gaze inadvertently catching a familiar figure in the rearview mirror. A flash of recognition, like a bolt of lightning, seized her attention.

That tall, upright figure seemed to carry a certain magic, stirring an inexplicable sense of security in her chest.

Six words suddenly drifted through her mind: Toxic fan, police top, doctor bottom.

Tch, will this ever end?

Su Qiao, having parked her motorcycle, finally arrived on the scene.

“If there’s a problem, let’s solve it. What’s the point of kicking the car?”

Her warning tone was uniquely compelling, reminiscent of a glass in a freezer, its frosted surface seeming capable of extinguishing any fiery emotion.

Chi Jue rested her arms on the car window, her chin propped on them. “Officer, I was following traffic rules properly.” Her feigned innocence was a stark contrast to the composed demeanor she had displayed while confronting the man.

She was being cautious; in such situations, pretending not to know each other was necessary to preserve Officer Su’s impartiality. Otherwise, troublemakers might seize the opportunity to exploit their connection.

Su Qiao glanced toward the driver’s seat, a barely noticeable flicker of surprise crossing her eyes. That gentle face, soft as spring water, inadvertently washed away the gloom in her heart.

Hiding a sliver of joy at their unexpected reunion, she tightened her lips and nodded slightly, then shook her head to signal that no further words were needed.

She turned to the man and gestured for him to stop and stay. “Hold on, tell me what happened.”

The man had hoped to extort some compensation for “emotional distress,” but the sudden appearance of a traffic officer threw him off balance.

He argued defensively, “I was riding normally on the road when she suddenly swerved and almost hit me. You can’t blame me for this. Besides, we’re the vulnerable party here.”

Su Qiao placed her hands on her belt buckle, exuding an aura of absolute authority and impartiality.

Clearly, his account was a complete distortion of the truth.

Without hesitation, she stated, “This driver was making a normal right turn, used her turn signal, and didn’t exceed the speed limit. I was right behind her and saw everything clearly. On the other hand, you weren’t wearing a helmet, didn’t use the non-motorized vehicle lane, and were riding against the flow of traffic. You’ve seriously violated traffic safety regulations, and I will now handle this according to the law.”

She methodically listed the man’s violations, her tone cold and unyielding, yet in an impeccably fair manner, she shielded Dr. Chi, clearing her of any unfounded accusations.

Chi Jue leaned against the car window, quietly admiring Su Qiao’s stern demeanor as she enforced the law. Her starlit eyes involuntarily curved into crescents, her smile so faint that the slight upturn of her lips was barely noticeable.

This young police officer had a serious, stylish air when wearing her helmet, but without it, she radiated a vibrant, energetic charm. No matter how one looked at her, she exuded an irresistible freshness.

That freshness was like crimson cherries hanging from branches in early summer, their rosy hue blending with dewdrops, a pure and unadulterated temptation.

How I’d love to pluck one and taste it, she mused inwardly, carefully reining in her fondness.

When someone’s gaze lingers, one can sense the subtle transmission of emotion, like a drop of water trickling down the spine, sending tingles along the nerves, yet impossible to grasp in the moment.

Su Qiao was the one disturbed by that gaze.

She tilted her head slightly and silently stared back at Chi Jue. Her eyes lingered for no more than a second, yet in that fleeting moment, it was as if a spring breeze brushed the willow branches, or a summer night’s clouds parted to reveal the bright moon.

But Zhouhai City was in the grip of a cold wave, there was no spring breeze, no bright moon. Instead, in the dim light, she saw the doctor’s eyes shimmering with a galaxy of stars.

Su Qiao was grateful for her helmet; no one could see the tips of her ears burning.

“Ahem, please come with me,” she coughed lightly to mask her discomfort, then led the man to a relatively safe spot by the roadside. After a stern lecture, the conversation turned to the fine.

The man, having lost his earlier arrogance, pleaded with a crestfallen expression, “Please let me off just this once. I promise it won’t happen again!”

The fine wasn’t strictly necessary, but Su Qiao chose not to go easy on him. Instead, she offered a more compelling explanation: “First, you violated safety regulations. Second, you shouldn’t have slandered others, much less kicked the car door publicly to provoke conflict. The fine is justified by both reason and principle.”

She seemed particularly bothered by the false accusations against Dr. Chi and the kick to the car door, which still weighed on her mind.

“I was just so furious that I spouted nonsense. I truly know I was wrong… I…” the man stammered.

Su Qiao shot him a cold glance, her pen never stopping as she wrote out the ticket. “If you insist on causing trouble,” she warned, “it won’t just be a fine. Your car could be impounded, or you could even be detained.”

Defeated, the man reluctantly accepted the costly ticket and slunk away with his tail between his legs.

Su Qiao returned to the car window, leaning against the doorframe as she bent down to look inside. Her tone was all business: “Why are you still here? You can’t park for long.”

Chi Jue responded with a warm smile, her voice tinged with playful charm: “Because I was also carefully listening to Officer Su’s safety lesson.”

To be honest, such a lively, coy expression on her usually frosty face was not only strikingly contrasting but also felt like a form of special treatment.

After all, everyone knew that Director Chi wasn’t one for jokes. She maintained a sense of distance in all her interactions, let alone treated anyone with gentleness.

Suppressing a smile, Su Qiao inwardly sighed, the excuse was whimsical yet oddly reasonable.

She glanced around and granted a little extra time for their conversation. “You’ve had a long day. Head home and rest early.”

“Officer Su, wait.” Seeing her about to leave, Chi Jue fought back a flutter of panic as she searched the car for something, finally finding an unopened bottle of mineral water.

She handed it over carefully and said softly, “Thank goodness you showed up earlier.”

“It’s a good thing you came during the day too.” Su Qiao responded along her line of thought, waving her hand to politely decline the offered bottle of water as a friendly gesture. “Dealing with traffic issues is part of my job, so I appreciate your kindness.”

“Wasn’t helping save someone during the day my duty as well?” Chi Jue’s conversational skills were quite polished, making the exchange feel natural and effortless.

She seized the moment, cutting Su Qiao off before she could speak: “Then… does you entrusting me with saving someone count as owing me a favor?”

Who even has the nerve to outright ask for a favor? It seems Dr. Chi is more interesting than she appears.

Su Qiao smiled faintly to herself, then tilted her “big head” and nodded firmly: “Of course it counts. I’ll treat you to a meal another day, and I hope you’ll honor me with your presence.”

In their brief conversation, the two had set the stage for meeting again.

Just as Chi Jue was about to respond to the invitation, Su Qiao took a step back and gave a serious salute, thanking her for stepping in to help earlier, as if making up for her silence outside the operating room.

“Drive safely at night,” she added after a brief pause, her voice tinged with shyness: “It was nice to meet you.”

Chi Jue reluctantly pressed the window-up button, grinning playfully as she teased: “How nice was it?”

This woman really is interesting, so interesting that even her responses are out of the ordinary.

Su Qiao didn’t dare meet those eyes that seemed to hold hidden traps, raising a hand to rub her nose to mask the sudden surge of delight in her heart.

“Well… as nice as stumbling upon 100 pounds of good luck.”

Heh, she’s quite the smooth talker~