Dr. Chi’s Mission: Seduce Officer Su - Chapter 9

Fate? It truly is strange.

Ever since their first meeting, the world had suddenly turned into a circle where encounters kept repeating, so small that wherever one looked, there was the person they wanted to see.

Even in a vast sea of people.

“I thought your clothes must be quite expensive, so I wanted to find a decent chain dry cleaner. But after searching for a long time, I couldn’t find one,” Su Qiao said with a smile, holding up the clothes in her arms as she tried to explain the reason for this unexpected encounter.

She wrinkled her nose, catching a faint scent of alcohol on Chi Jue. “You… had a drink?”

“Yeah, just a small one during break, nothing inappropriate.”

Chi Jue always seemed to regard everything with a light, detached air. She didn’t notice the concern lacing Su Qiao’s tone.

Perhaps after leaving the Chi residence, she had forgotten to retract the thorns of defensiveness she usually carried.

“What I meant was, you drove here,” Su Qiao said, feeling she might be overstepping. Her tone lost its warmth, turning as serious as if she were handling a traffic accident.

“Are you concerned about me, or is it just professional habit?” Chi Jue leaned in, hands behind her back, pulling the deliberately distanced “little bear” back on track.

Her fingers hooked around a lambskin handbag, swaying it gently, evoking a sense of flowing, rippling delight. “There’s a profession called designated drivers.”

Su Qiao nodded in understanding, unable to escape those deep, inscrutable eyes. A burning shyness crept up to the tips of her ears.

What’s going on? Lately, her ears kept inexplicably heating up.

Unbeknownst to her, the fiery blush of sunset clouds had already spread across her face.

She argued earnestly, “It’s not safe. It’s so late, and you’re alone.”

“We live in a society governed by law~” Chi Jue deliberately adopted a frivolous tone, brushing past Su Qiao as if to leave.

She was betting, betting that the “silly little bear” would follow her. In her heart, she chanted, “Hurry up and catch up to me.”

Su Qiao followed a step behind, righteous and solemn. “Dr. Chi, you know nothing about crime.”

The follow was expected; the secret delight was not.

From an angle Su Qiao couldn’t see, Dr. Chi curled a playful, triumphant smile.

She seemed to be playing a new kind of flirtatious game, opting not to respond and continuing to walk forward at an unhurried pace, each step like a piece of candy dropped on the ground.

The “little bear” foolishly trailed behind, tightening her grip on the clothes in her arms, her steps losing their rhythm.

She offered kindly, “Hiring a designated driver isn’t as good as letting me drive. It’s free and guaranteed.”

Chi Jue could hear the added urgency in that self-recommendation, but she still didn’t respond.

The strategy of playing a long game to catch the “little bear” seemed effective, and her sly smile deepened.

Su Qiao, probably feeling she hadn’t been persuasive enough, added, “At least I’m the one who catches the bad guys.”

Oops, she’d accidentally stepped on a landmine again.

Chi Jue abruptly turned and blocked her path, a hint of pique flashing in her eyes. “No need to trouble Officer Su, especially since you’re injured.”

“It’s fine, see? All good!” Su Qiao, unaware of the tension, tried moving her shoulder to show it wasn’t a big deal.

But the resulting pain made her instinctively hiss.

She scratched her head sheepishly, letting out two awkward, silly laughs.

“Can’t win against you,” Chi Jue sighed softly, her affection wrapped in a cool demeanor. “I’ve already called a designated driver. If you’re worried, you can always come along for the ride.”

As if seizing an important opportunity, Su Qiao nodded repeatedly. “That’s good, a compromise.”

Afraid of falling behind, she quickened her pace until it almost turned into a comical little trot.

…

Chi Jue’s solitary residence was also in the southern district, a fully-equipped, elite residential complex where every detail exuded understated luxury and distinction.

Late at night, the imposing main gate of the community was guarded by security personnel dressed in high-quality woolen overcoats.

When residents returned home, the guards would proactively greet them while also verifying their identities before allowing them through.

Su Qiao had imagined countless times what her new home might look like, a pleasant, green neighborhood, but she had never dared to dream of such an upscale, high-end development where land prices had soared to over a hundred thousand per square meter.

To provide residents with absolute convenience, the ground floor of the residential building was a spacious, well-lit parking garage.

Two rows of glaringly bright ground lights illuminated the orderly lineup of imported luxury cars, making their paint shine so brilliantly that one might suspect a private high-end auto show was taking place.

In comparison, Dr. Chi’s Cadillac seemed quite down-to-earth, even inconspicuous.

Su Qiao clung tightly to her eco-friendly bag, the surrounding opulence making her feel somewhat uneasy, like an ugly duckling that had stumbled into a grand feast, out of place and awkward.

“We’re here,” Chi Jue called softly, pulling Su Qiao out of her reverie.

Stepping out of the car, she glanced left and right at the supercars and luxury sedans, a small question rising in her heart: Do doctors really earn that much money?

The elevator happened to be parked on the ground floor. Before stepping in, Chi Jue reached out to take back her clothes. “Let me have the bag. You’re injured, so hurry home and rest properly.”

Su Qiao had wanted to hold onto the clothes, as if that would give her an excuse to see her again, but Dr. Chi’s request was reasonable. She couldn’t find a better reason, so she reluctantly handed over the crumpled eco-friendly bag.

“Alright, you should rest early too,” she said with a strained smile, the discomfort stemming from how this world magnified her sense of inferiority.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, the woman inside gazed intently, while the “little bear” outside seemed abandoned in a place she didn’t belong.

The radiant smile Su Qiao had mustered vanished completely the moment the doors shut.

Her heart felt barren and desolate. Helplessly, she stuffed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

In that instant, she suddenly realized that her initiative toward Dr. Chi had crossed a boundary, such forwardness made her seem unaware of her own standing.

Walking out of the elevator lobby and back into the parking garage, her footsteps, though deliberately light as if afraid of disturbing anyone, still echoed in the vast space, amplifying her sense of insignificance.

Subconsciously, she lifted her hand to sniff her clothes. For a moment, she felt as if she smelled foul.

That foulness was just like the red-brick building with no hallway lights, endless dust mingled with a damp, musty odor that had seeped into the very marrow of her bones.

This air of the common streets was etched into her bones, how could she blame the clothes?

With a despondent glance, she noticed the nearest parking space was occupied by a milky-gray Ferrari. Compared to the classic fiery red, this might be considered understated, yet its aggressive design still couldn’t conceal its sharpness.

She mused to herself, wanting to get closer for a detailed look, only to discover a stately Rolls-Royce Cullinan parked beside the Ferrari, exuding an aura of aristocratic elegance.

Placing her hands on her bent knees, she maintained a safe distance as if required between vehicles. Afraid that taking even a step closer might invite unnecessary trouble, she settled for admiring the luxury cars’ intricate details from afar.

Due to her overly furtive curiosity, she anxiously looked up to locate the surveillance cameras, only making her actions seem even more suspicious.

Such cautious and timid behavior vividly depicted her hesitation and reluctance to approach.

“What are you doing?”

The sudden sound of a familiar voice in the silent garage sent shivers down Su Qiao’s spine.

She straightened up abruptly, feeling as though she had been caught red-handed once again by the woman she cared about. Nevertheless, she mustered the courage to turn around and asked, “You… why are you back?”

Chi Jue naturally wouldn’t reveal how she had frantically pressed the button for the second floor, then pretended as if nothing had happened and returned to her original spot, secretly craning her neck to observe that lonely figure for quite some time.

Taking in Su Qiao’s embarrassment, Chi Jue’s lips curled into a smile warmer than the spring sunshine when their eyes met, as if it could dispel the humility Officer Su was desperately trying to hide.

She lifted the clothes in her arms slightly and said, “These are so heavy. Could you see me all the way home?”

Her soft, coquettish voice, laced with an excessive dose of pleading and vulnerability, boldly wormed its way into Su Qiao’s ears, tickling every nerve until they tingled.

But how could a fluffy coat and a sweatshirt be considered heavy?

Between the lines of Dr. Chi’s plea for help lay a subtle temptation, Silly little bear, I want to take you home to play~