My Little Pink Crocodile - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Liar

The days of scorching heat finally ushered in a heavy rain that drenched the entire city.

It fell pitter-patter, the splashing droplets resembling a ground full of transparent, delicate flowers in full bloom—more fragile than the epiphyllum, vanishing in less than a second. The air steamed with a sweltering heat that was exceptionally humid; it wasn’t exactly cool, but it wasn’t an unbearable day either.

The pink-haired girl stood guard at the entrance. Seeing the rain, she felt she couldn’t wait for the morning light and curled her lip in dissatisfaction, her delicate brows furrowing. However, she turned to see the ticking clock; the hour hand had finally aligned with the number six.

At the sight of this, Jiang Yu hurriedly stood up. Perhaps because she had been sitting for too long, her legs were numb. She stumbled the moment she rose, managing to steady herself with difficulty. Her eyes darted left and right; seeing that no one had noticed her clumsy moment, she feigned composure.

She symbolically brushed non-existent dust off her skirt, and then, struck by a sudden thought, skipped happily inside.

Tian Yan had brewed some coffee, and the air was thick with its bitter aroma. Just as she was about to take a sip, she saw the young girl running over with a joyful smile. Jiang Yu looked at her across the desk and spoke excitedly.

“It’s light out. Take me to find her.”

The moment she finished speaking, a low roll of thunder rumbled outside, followed by a pale bolt of lightning that sliced through the dark sky.

Tian Yan: “…”

Tian Yan looked at the clock, then met Jiang Yu’s expectant gaze. She opened her mouth to speak but ultimately found herself unwilling to refuse the girl.

“Are you going back on your word? I knew you weren’t good people.”

Seeing that the person before her hadn’t answered for a long time, Jiang Yu assumed they were unwilling to take her to Qi Yan. she spoke out indignantly. Yet, those eyes—which looked like the most beautiful glazed glass under the lights—remained stunning and unique even in anger. After speaking, she turned as if to leave on her own.

Just as Tian Yan was about to stop her, her colleague came out. He had overheard part of the conversation and, casually holding a cup of stimulating coffee, said to Jiang Yu:

“It’s still raining out there. Why is the little girl in such a hurry? Anyone would think you’re rushing to see your duixiang.”

Jiang Yu didn’t listen at first, but the moment she opened the door, the rain, tilted by the wind, drenched her hem. She hesitated for a moment, closed the door, and sat back down, looking quite huffy. Then, remembering the man’s words, she tilted her head and asked curiously:

“What is a duixiang?”

The male officer, Yang An, choked violently on his coffee. After wiping himself dry with a tissue, he looked up to find Jiang Yu’s gaze full of curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. He suddenly felt as though he had accidentally stained a blank sheet of paper—an unpardonable sin.

Tian Yan answered the question for him, saying with a smile, “It’s the person you like.”

Having received her answer, Jiang Yu lowered her eyes, repeatedly murmuring the words to herself. After a moment, as if she had finished processing the information, she smiled.

“I like the pretty sister.”

The other two didn’t take her words seriously. Once the rain had dwindled to a light drizzle, they ushered Jiang Yu into the car. Jiang Yu’s eyes lit up, and she zipped into the back seat, with Tian Yan sitting down beside her.

Qi Yan hadn’t gone to her pet hospital today, so they were driving directly to the residential complex where she lived.

This was Jiang Yu’s second time in a car, and she was just as curious as before, staring out the window. As the car waited at a red light, Jiang Yu looked around idly until she pointed at someone.

“Why is he being so sneaky?”

Tian Yan looked in the direction she was pointing. It was a man on the sidewalk wearing a mask. Beneath his peaked cap, his eyes were fixed on a woman carrying a backpack and chatting with a friend.

The next second, the woman’s scream rang out.

“Thief!…”