The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

The next morning, Chen Yifan reported for duty. Mu Yang was waiting at the police station entrance. Seeing him coming, he threw a police uniform over to him and said, "Hurry up and change into it. There's a neighborhood dispute case coming up soon, so I'll take you there to practice."

"Uh... aren't you the captain of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau?"

"Tsk, isn't it the off-season now? Let's go!"

Chen Yifan reluctantly walked into the lounge next door with his police uniform. When he came out, Mu Yang's eyes lit up. He was already in good shape, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. In the police uniform, he looked even more energetic than a regular police officer.

Mu Yang looked him up and down, then teased with a smile, "Oh, Master Chen, you really look like the real deal in your police uniform! I wonder if you'll be scared when you go out on patrol later?"

Chen Yifan rolled his eyes and pushed him: "Fuck you! Get in the passenger seat now, I'm driving."

Mu Yang sat in the passenger seat, still uneasy, and pulled him aside to warn him: "When we get there, put away your reckless behavior! Don't rush around like a street urchin. If you ruin the image of the police, I won't forgive you!"

Chen Yifan started the car and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry!"

Mu Yang looked at him, his face full of disbelief. Facts proved that his worries were not wrong at all.

Chen Yifan drove to his destination, parked the car, got out, slammed the door, pulled up his pants, and scanned the entire area: "Who the hell called the police!"

Mu Yang's temples were throbbing. He stepped forward and grabbed him by the back of the collar, cursing in a low voice: "What did I tell you just now? This is a police call, not a protection racket!"

Chen Yifan pushed his hand away, straightened the collar of his police uniform, and raised his eyebrows nonchalantly: "What's the rush? I'm just making a preemptive move to calm the situation, understand? If anyone really starts causing trouble later, I'll make them lose their legs as soon as I make this noise!"

As they were talking, hurried footsteps were heard in the hallway. An older woman came running out and, upon seeing them, shouted, "Comrade police! You've finally arrived! The couple upstairs are fighting again, throwing things around like they're tearing down a house. My little grandson is so scared he's crying!"

Mu Yang was about to speak to comfort her when Chen Yifan stepped forward, his hands in his police uniform pockets. "Old lady, which floor exactly? Who hit who? Was he ruthless? If he dares to hit a woman, I'll let him know why the flowers are so red today!"

The aunt was startled by his fierce tone. Mu Yang quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Don't mind, Auntie. He hasn't woken up yet. Take us upstairs to check it out." He turned around and glared at Chen Yifan again, "Shut up and follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of shattering glass could be heard from upstairs, followed by a woman's cries and a man's curses. Chen Yifan's face darkened and his pace quickened instantly. Mu Yang tried to stop him but failed.

When he arrived at the door, Chen Yifan didn't knock, but kicked it directly. With a loud "bang", the door panel vibrated and buzzed.

The noise in the house stopped instantly. Then, a gentleman with glasses opened the door. Seeing Chen Yifan, he was stunned for a moment. "Who are you? Why are you kicking my door?"

"Police!" Mu Yang stepped forward and showed his ID. "Someone reported you for domestic violence. We're here to investigate."

The gentleman's eyes flickered: "What domestic violence? I'm arguing with my wife, it's none of your business! Get out!"

"Snapped--!"

Chen Yifan was a ruthless man who spoke little. He raised his hand and slapped the man in the face. He pushed him aside and walked into the house.

As soon as he stepped into the house, his foot was hit by the broken glass on the ground. When he looked up and saw the woman's appearance, his eyes instantly became so cold that ice chips could fall off.

The child in the woman's arms trembled even more violently when he heard the noise. He shrank his little head into his mother's neck and pouted as if he was about to cry, but the woman covered his mouth tightly.

Her face was bruised and swollen, her left cheekbone was swollen, there was blood at the corner of her mouth, her hair was like pulled weeds, a few strands stuck to her tear-stained face, and she was holding a little boy of two or three years old tightly in her arms, with glass shards on the child's clothes.

"How dare you touch a woman or child?"

The woman was frightened by his ferocious appearance. She shrank back holding the child, tears streaming down her face again: "Police comrade... He, he just hit me with a cup and pulled my hair... The child was so scared that he kept crying, and he even pushed the child..."

"Damn it!" Chen Yifan turned around suddenly and stared at the gentleman who was about to hide in the bedroom with a murderous look in his eyes. "Stop right there! Pushing the child? Are you still a human being?"

The gentleman shuddered at his yelling: "I, I, my husband and I, don't meddle in our affairs! She started the fight and even threw my things!"

"You're going to hit me just because I threw something?" Chen Yifan rolled up his sleeves. "I'm going to take care of this today! Do you know that the child in her arms is so scared that she's almost lost her soul? Do you know how long the wound on her face will hurt?"

Mu Yang followed in and frowned at the mess in the room. He took out his phone to take photos for evidence, then squatted down and said softly to the woman, "Don't be afraid, sister. We are here to help you. Tell us clearly, does he treat you like this normally?"

The woman nodded, her voice tinged with tears. "I've hit him before... but never as hard as this time... Today he accused me of wasting money. I explained I was buying formula for the baby, but he got furious and started throwing a cup at me, saying I was useless because I couldn't give birth to a son..."

"Fuck! You can't give birth to a son? Did you travel through time from feudal society?" Chen Yifan was furious when he heard this. He turned around and walked towards the gentleman. Mu Yang quickly grabbed him and said, "Don't do it! Take my statement first!"

"Take a damn statement!" Chen Yifan shook off Mu Yang's hand, grabbed the gentleman by the collar, pressed him against the wall, and pressed his knee into his stomach. "Do you believe I'll break your arm right now? You'll never be able to hit a woman again in your life!"

The gentleman was so angry that he grimaced: "You, you are using violent law enforcement! I want to file a complaint against you!"

Chen Yifan sneered, his eyes becoming even more fierce. "Think about your own domestic violence first. Abusing a child will get you a few days in jail! Even if I get a complaint, I'll make sure you get beaten up first."

Mu Yang, who was watching from the side, held his forehead with his hand. He walked over and pulled Chen Yifan away, then said coldly to the gentleman, "Come back to the police station with us for investigation. Domestic violence is illegal, you can't get away."

Chen Yifan was pulled away and turned back to the woman: "Sister, come with us to the police station to make a statement. We will help you apply for a protection order later. We will detain this man first. Don't worry, he won't dare to cause you any more trouble."

Walking downstairs, Chen Yifan saw the old lady who had just reported the case still waiting at the door, and quickly shouted, "Grandma, it's okay! We've caught that man, and he won't bother your grandson anymore!"

The old lady came over and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the woman was fine. "That's great! Thanks to you all! This police officer may look fierce, but he has a good heart!"

Chen Yifan felt a little embarrassed by the compliment and touched the back of his head: "Of course I should. Please take your grandson home quickly and stop scaring the child."

Time passed quickly, and Shen Ran's due date was approaching. Chen Yifan turned down all his work and stayed in the hospital with Shen Ran, never leaving her side all day long.

That night, only a warm yellow bedside lamp was on in the ward. He sat by the bed and peeled an apple for Shen Ran. The blade moved along the apple skin, and the peel was thin and complete, without breaking once.

"The due date is in three days. Don't worry. The doctor said our baby is healthy."

"I'm not nervous." Shen Ran shook her head, her eyes falling on her bulging belly. "I'm just thinking about what to name the baby."

Chen Yifan's eyes lit up, and he immediately became excited: "I've already thought of it! Call him Chen Fugui! Just think about it, never lacking money for a lifetime, living in peace and security, how real!"

Shen Ran almost choked on the apple he had just swallowed. The corner of his mouth twitched as he slapped him: "Chen Fugui? Why don't you call yourself Chen Wangcai? That's too rustic. Think about it again!"

"Is it earthy?" Chen Yifan scratched his head, thinking that the name he had chosen was quite down-to-earth. But seeing Shen Ran's disdainful look, he quickly thought of the next one, "Let's call him Chen Guangying! He never loses a fight in his life, and no one dares to bully him. How domineering!"

Shen Ran's eyes darkened when he heard this. He held his forehead and sighed, "Forget it, forget it. Let me think of it. Your naming skills will ruin the child's life."

She tapped her belly lightly with her fingertips and whispered, "How about calling him Chen Zeyu? 'Ze' means grace, and 'Yu' means heaven and earth. I hope he will be kind and have a broad mind in the future."

Chen Yifan thought about it for a while, then clapped his hands: "Okay! Just call him Chen Zeyu! He's much better than the two of mine. My wife is more educated!" Then he leaned over and kissed Shen Ran on the cheek.

But before this sweet atmosphere could last a little longer, Chen Yifan's eyes accidentally swept across the door of the ward. The smile on his face froze instantly, and all the nerves in his body tensed up.

Qiu Gu was standing not far from the door, his hands in the pockets of his pink hooded sweatshirt. The brim of the hat was pulled down low, covering most of his face, leaving only a small part of his pale jaw exposed.

Ever since she moved into Haishang Mingyue, she finally stopped wearing tattered clothes. The pink sweatshirt made her figure look even slimmer, but the eyes that appeared from under the brim of her hat were calm without a trace of ripples. She did not look as lively as a fifteen-year-old girl should be. Instead, she revealed a melancholy that was beyond her age. She was staring at Chen Yifan without blinking, and it was unknown how long she had been standing there.