Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Seeing that no one else had followed, Qiu Yihe instantly felt no longer restrained.

We went inside the glass sunroom for a tour.

Wow, is there really a place here to make tea?

The sunroom is built deep in the bamboo forest. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows bring in all the lush greenery outside, but do not let in any light inside.

The ground is paved with warm bluestone slabs, and in the corner stands a carved old elm wood tea table.

The entire set of Ru kiln teaware on the table is as lustrous as jade, and there is also a small brass charcoal stove next to it.

A purple clay teapot was simmering on the stove.

Two low stools were placed next to the tea table, and some oddly shaped stones and aged tea cakes were scattered on the antique shelf against the wall.

Several rolls of dried bamboo leaves were piled in a bamboo basket under the shelf. Qiu Yihe picked one up and smelled it: "This smells so good! There's also a rattan rocking bed here. Wow, I love this bed..."

"This place is cleaned every day, and the water is spring water brought from Yuquan Mountain. Tea brewed with this water tastes great."

Jiang Cheng responded to Qiu Yihe while casually closing the door and quietly locking it as he did so.

After turning on the kettle, Qiu Yihe unceremoniously lay down on the large, plain-colored cushion on the tea table.

Jiang Cheng sat down in front of her, took out a tinderbox and lit the charcoal stove, then turned on the ventilation button.

After doing all this, Jiang Cheng looked at Qiu Yihe.

She had her eyes closed, and her long, curled eyelashes, like two small feather fans, hung quietly below her eyelids.

It trembled gently with even breathing.

Sunlight streamed through the glass room, falling on her fair and smooth face, making her delicate skin appear almost transparent, with even the finest downy hairs clearly visible.

Jiang Cheng had known for a long time that she was very beautiful; after all, her looks were rated 95 out of 100.

However, her more unconventional language and actions usually give Jiang Cheng few opportunities to quietly observe her like this.

Qiu Yihe's nose is small and pert, with a soft and just-right curve, and her lips are a natural pinkish-peach color.

A few soft strands of hair were gilded with a light golden halo by the sunlight, casually draped on both sides of her cheeks, swaying slightly with her breath.

The whole person was bathed in warm sunlight and the tranquil bamboo shadows.

She has lost some of her usual coquettishness and stubbornness, and gained more quietness and gentleness.

Like a porcelain doll carefully wrapped in sunlight, she exudes an unconscious charm and liveliness.

Damn, the longer I stare at it, the more beautiful it looks.

Isn't this the feeling of being in love again after so long?

The warmth from the charcoal stove spread out in wisps, enveloping the entire sunroom in a cozy temperature, so you didn't feel cold at all.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyebrows curving as she tilted her head to look at Jiang Cheng.

The moment he saw it, Jiang Cheng also looked away, picked up the copper kettle, added some hot water to the purple clay teapot, and the boiling water brewed the tea leaves, the rising white steam blurring his eyebrows and eyes.

Soon, Jiang Cheng pushed the teacup he had poured in front of Qiu Yihe.

The tea soup is clear and bright, with a richer aroma.

Qiu Yihe picked up her teacup and took a sip. The warm tea slid down her throat, making her sigh with pleasure.

The moment Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes, Qiu Yihe was also secretly watching him.

For men, social status and position are naturally a plus.

Even she couldn't help but blush when faced with a handsome young man like Jiang Cheng.

After averting her gaze, she coughed twice, feigning nonchalance.

You haven't answered my question yet.

With her pretty face and evasive eyes, very few boys could refuse her little requests.

The feeling of being young and infatuated is really nice.

This is the time when the body's hormones are at their peak.

Jiang Cheng wondered if he would still be stirred by this innocent and ambiguous atmosphere a few years from now.

After all, everything he wanted was too easy to get.

Sometimes, because things are readily available, it's easy to remain calm and indifferent.

He cherished the feeling of affection he could feel at that moment.

After letting out a silent sigh, he glanced at the locked door and asked, "Do you think I would be able to support the woman beside me if I were to leave my family?"

Qiu Yihe paused, her hand holding the teacup still.

He immediately realized what she meant and raised an eyebrow, saying, "You mean your Starry Sky Investment Company?"

Jiang Cheng's fingertips casually traced the rim of the teacup.

She looked up at Qiu Yihe, a half-smile curving her lips.

"Shouldn't you be very clear about my information?"

After saying that, he took a sip of tea, his tone casual yet certain.

Leaning forward slightly, his gaze fell on Qiu Yihe's slightly stunned face, and he repeated, "Tell me, if I really give up everything at home, can I give those girls a good future?"

Indeed, she had investigated Jiang Cheng.

After overhearing his conversation with Wang Houliang at the Security Bureau, Qiu Yihe secretly investigated him.

After all, people in her line of work tend to pay more attention to Tyrande.

Finally, after Jiang Cheng saved her at the bar and she understood Tyrande's words, Qiu Yihe confirmed Jiang Cheng's identity within Tyrande.

So it seems he did discover it.

Feeling like she'd been caught red-handed, Qiu Yihe turned her face away sullenly, and snorted at the tea in her teacup.

Given Jiang Cheng's influence in Tyrande, he certainly has the resources to accomplish these things on his own.

Having finished asking the questions, she slowly glanced around the sunroom.

It's time to change the subject.

"The decorations here are so artistic. Sometimes I feel that the ancient style and charm of our Chinese culture are really special."

"Look at this bamboo grove paired with the bluestone slabs and old tea table, it instantly gives you the feeling of traveling back to ancient times, as if someone is about to come in with a folding fan and step into the bamboo shadows to drink tea."

Seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't respond, Qiu Yihe pouted.

She leaned closer to Jiang Cheng, blinking her eyes as she looked at him.

"By the way, don't you think Qiu Li is acting a little strange?"

Seeing Qiu Yihe get to the point, Jiang Cheng glanced at the words on the door again.

Suppressing his inner turmoil, he glanced at her, his fingertips still slowly and methodically tossing the tea infuser.

He asked calmly, "What's wrong with her?"

Seeing that Jiang Cheng was paying attention to her, Qiu Yihe's smile widened.

"Why would she suddenly propose such a strange plan out of the blue? I may not be a top-notch criminal investigator, but I've read quite a few books on criminal psychology and reviewed many cases..."

He paused, then picked up his teacup and took a sip, his tone full of doubt.

"Especially at the end, I felt that she was a little guilty, something was wrong? Think about it, if it were someone else proposing a plan, they would either choose something that would benefit the country and the people, something that would bring both fame and fortune, or they would choose something that would be safe and sound, something that would never go wrong. But the one she proposed was obviously going to be opposed by our department as soon as it came out, and it would cause a lot of trouble."

As she said this, she leaned forward, her eyes filled with a hint of inquiry.

"The strangest thing is that such a controversial proposal passed the initial review smoothly. Don't you think something's really off about this?"

Jiang Cheng naturally noticed that Qiu Li was acting strangely.

However, he didn't think as much as Qiu Yihe did.

Now that Qiu Yihe brought it up, Jiang Cheng remembered some things.

For example, a writer who was as famous as Guo Han published a travelogue about the cherry blossom country after receiving a million yuan.

Various praises were given to the culture of the cherry blossom country.

This led to a surge in the worship of Japanese culture in China during that period.

There are many similar incidents that promote the idea that the air abroad is fresh and pleasant.

This isn't just something Japan does; other countries are doing it too.

After all, there are dedicated departments that promote these kinds of things.

Seeing that Qiu Yihe was waiting for him to speak, Jiang Cheng knew that she had followed him here to ask him for help regarding this matter.

"We agreed that each person would answer one question. I've already answered that question, and your question is a separate one. I won't answer that one."

Seeing Jiang Cheng leisurely sipping his tea, Qiu Yihe felt a surge of resentment.

"Then...how can you possibly answer me?"

Upon hearing this, he suddenly turned around and looked up at Qiu Yihe.

His eyes swept over her from head to toe.

Qiu Yihe's heart skipped a beat, and she panicked instantly.

She suddenly turned her head to look at the door of the sunroom.

Holy crap, when was this door locked?

Uh oh, it seems like I've walked right into the lion's den!

Only then did she belatedly realize that she seemed to have fallen into a trap set by Jiang Cheng.

what happened?

How did I manage to lead people into this sunroom with just a few words?

She glanced out the window instinctively.

Chen Ping and his group stood by the bamboo grove not far away, their figures clearly visible.

That specially made glass acts like an invisible barrier, making it impossible for people outside to see what's happening inside.

It turns out that Jiang Cheng did this on purpose from the very beginning.

Qiu Yihe couldn't help but reach out and pat his forehead.

Damn, where did that quick wit I usually have when solving cases go?

Qiu Yi was not given a chance to leave.

Jiang Cheng stood up and walked to the front of the rocking chair, leaning down to stare at her.

"Now, it's my turn to ask. You said you wanted to thank me, but there were too many people and no chicken coop. What do you think of this place?"