Beside him, Han Yu sincerely agreed with Yun Shasha's words and nodded, "She's right, be careful not to get carried away."
"You silent type, instead of lecturing me, you should manage yourself. Your parents will find out about you and Cheng Xiaorui sooner or later, and they'll break your legs then!"
Tang Si was displeased and teased Han Yu about Cheng Xiaorui.
Although Han Yu was a police officer, he came from a wealthy family with substantial assets. Any woman who married into the Han family had to be a prominent socialite, well-educated, and capable of gracing any social gathering.
Only a family background like that could match the Han family.
Not Cheng Xiaorui, who, like Meng Jingwei, came from a village, and what's more, she was mute and not yet eighteen years old.
"Brother Er can handle his affairs with Miss Meng, why do you think I can't?"
Han Yu asked with a dark expression, displeased.
"Because she's mute and not yet eighteen, right?"
"Shut up! You don't need to bring this up, I'm well aware!"
"Oh wow, the silent type is angry. Tsk tsk tsk... it seems you've really fallen for that little mute... Ow, it hurts, why did you kick me?"
Before Tang Si could finish his sentence, Han Yu kicked him in the thigh, causing him to gasp in pain and cry out.
"Serves you right."
Han Yu said, leaving after dropping that remark.
After leaving the hospital, he drove home.
However, as he was driving, he inexplicably ended up below the apartment building near Cheng Xiaorui's school.
He sat in the car, rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and smoked silently by himself.
It had been half a year since he brought Cheng Xiaorui to study in her final year of high school after the New Year. Yet, he had only met her a few times.
The only time they went out together was during the barbecue invitation from Meng Jingwei to Qiming Mountain.
It wasn't that Han Yu didn't want to see Cheng Xiaorui, but rather... he didn't dare to.
He glanced at his watch, it was already midnight.
Han Yu looked up and could easily identify the window of Cheng Xiaorui's bedroom among the many floors.
Perhaps because he had visited stealthily many times, he could easily find her window.
He sat in the car and smoked a few cigarettes. Seeing that it was approaching one in the morning, he started the car and turned back.
The car had only driven five to six hundred meters when, passing a garbage dump, Han Yu saw a woman carrying a sack and picking up discarded items.
He sighed, lamenting the hardship of life, with people still picking up trash at one in the morning.
Han Yu didn't think much of it and continued to drive forward, but his gaze involuntarily lingered on the rearview mirror...
It was better not to look, but the more he stared, the more his keen senses realized that the person resembled someone.
The man's brow furrowed. He immediately reversed the car until it was back at the garbage dump. He lowered the car window, tilted his head, and looked over, only to discover that the person was... Cheng Xiaorui!
No wonder he had felt a sense of familiarity just now.
He looked at Cheng Xiaorui's back. Cheng Xiaorui, who was picking up trash, was startled to see a car stop behind her and immediately turned her head to look.
When she realized it was Han Yu in the car, Cheng Xiaorui's face instantly turned pale. She quickly hid the sack behind her, but with her slender frame, how could she hide a bag full of drink bottles?
Under the dim streetlights, Cheng Xiaorui was wearing black pants and a gray hoodie, with two braided pigtails. She had a mask and hat on, completely concealing herself.
She hadn't expected Han Yu to appear at this time, nor had she expected him to recognize her at a glance.
But she had forgotten that Han Yu was a police officer and had a special memory for faces and figures.
Han Yu's hands tightened on the steering wheel, his expression growing increasingly grim.
After a moment of hesitation, he got out of the car, walked up to Cheng Xiaorui, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
Standing in front of her, Han Yu could smell the stench wafting from the garbage pile behind her, as this was the concentrated garbage station nearby.
It was the height of summer, and the high temperature made the smell very strong.
Cheng Xiaorui shook her head, bit her lip, and lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Han Yu, like a child who had made a mistake.
Seeing her silent, Han Yu became even more annoyed, his tone intensifying, "I'm asking you, what are you doing here?"