The Chief Detective Inspector is dead. I'm now the top police officer in Hong Kong!

Chapter 98 Ah Feng's Dance Costume (34)
"No, I don't mind." Li Shaifeng had just experienced the tenderness and sweetness of being in love when she was knocked unconscious by a stick. Her expression was flustered, and she answered dryly.

A familiar feeling of grievance welled up in my heart.

Yes.

Young Master Sheng has always been like this.

Seeing the girl's red eyes, Lin Tiansheng felt a little embarrassed. He picked up the money on the table and threw it forcefully next to Ah Feng: "OK, I'll take care of you for the night. Do a good job. If you serve me well, I'll give you more money."

The sound of banknotes hitting the table startled Li Shaifeng, who then smiled and said coquettishly, "Using women's money to play with women, you're not a man."

"So, are you kidding me?"

Lin Tiansheng said with a smile as he ate his meal.

"You're at least a man, aren't you?" Li Shaifeng had absolutely no temper in front of him. Lin Tiansheng put some food on her plate and said, "Let's eat, we have to go back to work later, little girl."

The scene of their passionate encounter flashed through her mind, and Li Shaifeng unconsciously closed her legs and buried her head in her rice.

night.

Lin Tiansheng ate some peeled fruit with a fruit fork while watching TV with Li Shaifeng in his arms. When "Shanghai Bund" finished airing, it was late at night, and a casual channel flipped to an adult pay-TV channel.

The opening sequence featured a "GP Parental Guide," followed by an American Category III film. Seemingly unfamiliar with Western-style movies, Li Shaifeng stared wide-eyed, completely absorbed.

When she noticed Lin Tiansheng's breathing quicken and his eyes change, she subtly probed with her hand to confirm her suspicions. When the man gently placed his arm on her shoulder, she wisely buried her face in her arms and lay down on the sofa.

Lin Tiansheng lit a cigarette, watched TV, and slowly exhaled smoke.

Half an hour later.

In the bedroom.

Li Shaifeng, with her hair up and wrapped in a bath towel, had just taken a shower and went to the wardrobe to get her pajamas. Lin Tiansheng, having just drawn the curtains, happened to pass by and saw the dance costume in the wardrobe. He gestured with his lip and said, "Try it on. I've never seen you dance before."

"How can we dance in the room?" Li Shaifeng was a little resistant, feeling that she hadn't used her dance skills from elementary school for this. Lin Tiansheng chuckled, "Does it cost extra?"

That's not how it's said.

"Then put it on."

Li Shaifeng looked helpless, but she didn't want Lin Tiansheng to pay, so she took out flesh-colored pantyhose and a black bodysuit and put them on.

Lin Tiansheng looked at the beautiful woman reflected in the wardrobe mirror and said in a low voice, "This one won't do. I'll buy you a new one."

tear.

The sound of a broken wire was heard.

"You're using so much force?"

The next day, morning.

Lin Tiansheng led Li Shaifeng downstairs and happened to run into military uniforms patrolling the street.

"Inspector Lin."

Good morning, Officer Lin.

Two familiar military uniforms stood at attention and saluted, but upon seeing the beautiful and sweet-looking Li Shaifeng, they immediately looked away.

Lin Tiansheng released his mistress's hand, helped her into the passenger seat, and stood in front of the two officers in uniform, glancing down at their badge numbers: "PC7523, PC92310." "Yes, sir!"

"PC7523, Guan Jun!"

"PC92310, Ge Zhixiao!" Two men in military uniforms stomped their feet and answered loudly.

Lin Tiansheng nodded slightly: "This street is well managed. I'll remember you."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ge Zhixiao exclaimed, "Thank you, sir!"

"Let's go." Lin Tiansheng waved, tossed his car keys, got into the driver's seat, and drove towards Tsim Sha Tsui.

Ge Zhixiao lowered his arm, full of energy, and asked, "Guan Sir, do you think Lin Sir might transfer us to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau?"

Guan Jun scoffed and rolled his eyes: "What a pipe dream. Working overtime every day at the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau is nothing compared to the easy life in the uniformed unit. Unless Inspector Lin sends me a pretty college girl too."

Hart Road, Tsim Sha Tsui.

Lin Tiansheng, carrying shopping bags and arm in arm with Li Shaifeng, walked out of a British brand dancewear store. Li Shaifeng used to buy local brands, but the fabric wasn't fine enough, easily pilling, snagging, and yellowing. Lin Tiansheng was buying her a better one; after all, she'd need it after a while, and you get what you pay for.

I've never heard of a man buying underwear or stockings for a woman to save money. Victoria's Secret items cost hundreds of dollars each, all the customers are women, but all the buyers are men.

Lin Tiansheng glanced at his watch and suggested, "Let's grab something to eat in Causeway Bay, then do some shopping and buy a few clothes?"

“Great.” Sunday is a holiday not only for the police but also for schools. Taking advantage of the time, Lin Tiansheng drove Li Shaifeng to Causeway Bay, ate a claypot rice, and went into a clothing store.

After a few experiences, he noticed that Ah Feng was still wearing a schoolgirl's bra. She was at an age where she was growing, how could he restrict her development?

He led Li Shaifeng into the store, where they saw a dazzling array of lace and nylon items. Afeng, displaying the naiveté typical of a schoolgirl, gave him her size and picked out a few everyday pieces, then, according to Lin Tiansheng's preferences, bought a few special items.

That evening, Lin Tiansheng invited Ah Feng's father, Li Dongyang, to a restaurant. Years had passed, but he remained unchanged from the image in Lin Tiansheng's memory: a shrewd businessman with a penchant for designer brands. Li Dongyang still possessed the typical traits of a businessman; his only redeeming quality was his good looks. Even past forty, he still exuded a refined air upon first meeting.

After the event, seeing his daughter holding Lin Tiansheng's hand, Li Dongyang looked satisfied and said from the roadside, "Thank you for taking care of my daughter, Mr. Lin. I hope we can meet often."

Lin Tiansheng nodded, took a step closer, and warned, "Just do your job properly and avoid trouble."

Li Dongyang's smile remained unchanged as he bowed and nodded, "Don't worry, Lin sir, I know. The rules have changed."

He learned his lesson after being taken advantage of once in Taiwan. He stopped flattering the powerful and belittling the weak, and remained cautious in his business dealings, seeking only stability rather than exorbitant profits.

Furthermore, Ah Feng is his eldest daughter with his ex-wife, and several years after their divorce, he has children with his current wife. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with Ah Feng being a policeman's mistress; on the contrary, he's quite pleased with himself, believing it to be the best investment he's ever made.

Lin Tiansheng drove Ah Feng back to school. Thinking of Li Dongyang, he shook his head inwardly, but couldn't say he was wrong. It was the environment of the past that shaped this kind of businessman.

The 1970s have passed, but the people of the 1970s are still alive. They've simply moved from the mainstream of society to a slice of it.

Monday, afternoon.

Lin Tiansheng, along with Chen Anquan, A-Du, and Lao Zhang, arrived at the Mong Kok Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) once again. Unlike the cold reception from Jess the last time, Chen Sheng, who had passed the Senior Inspector exam and was now in charge of the OCTB District 1, greeted them in a suit and tie, shaking hands and saying, "Lin sir, it's an honor to work with you again."

Dozens of O-Division officers, in the office area, noticed the new supervisor; those with a keen eye knew the situation had changed drastically. Two inspectors immediately poured tea and served it in paper cups.

Lin Tiansheng had his three subordinates wait outside before following Chen Sheng into the office, scrutinizing his attire: "You look different from when you came last time."

A plaque bearing the inscription "Benevolence, Righteousness, Propriety, Wisdom, and Trustworthiness" hung in the office, replacing the former portrait of the Empress. The handwriting looked strangely familiar. Chen Sheng raised his coffee cup, quite frankly: "A new owner, of course the decor has to change. Young Master Sheng, the Mong Kok Organisation, you're in charge from now on."

(End of this chapter)