Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The clock in the police station ticked away. When it reached nine in the evening, a gray-haired old policeman pushed the door open, his leather shoes clacking against the concrete floor. "Su Wan, Jiang Ya, Quan Jiuxi, the family members are here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a well-dressed middle-aged couple rushed in hurriedly. They were Su Wan's parents.

As soon as Su's mother saw her daughter, she rushed over, hugged her arms and looked left and right, muttering: "My dear daughter, are you okay? I was scared to death!"

Father Su was rubbing his hands aside, his eyes red. Seeing that Su Wan was fine, he turned to Quan Jiuxi and bowed repeatedly: "Little girl, thanks to you! I can't thank you enough for your kindness. I will definitely thank you well someday!"

Quan Jiuxi just nodded slightly, his face still expressionless, as if he had just done something insignificant.

When Su Wan was dragged by her parents to take a statement, Jiang Ya finally couldn't help but move closer to Quan Jiuxi and asked cautiously, "Is Uncle Mo back?"

"He is attending a summit abroad." Quan Jiuxi's voice was still faint, and his fingers tapped the table lightly with an even rhythm.

"Oh..." Jiang Ya's eyes darkened, then brightened again, with anticipation glittering in them, "Is that Brother Qinghan?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the glass door of the police station was pushed open.

A gust of night wind rushed in with the newcomers, bringing with it the noise and coolness of the street outside.

Mo Qinghan stood at the door, his figure as straight as a pine tree.

He was wearing a long black windbreaker, the hem of which was slightly lifted by the wind, revealing the well-tailored black turtleneck sweater underneath, which made his neck look even more slender.

He was only nineteen years old, an age where youthfulness and maturity were intertwined, but his eyes and brows carried a sharpness that was inconsistent with his age.

His eye sockets were deep, his nose was high and straight like a sculpture, his lips were tightly pursed, and his jawline was taut.

His eyes swept across every corner of the police station, with a cold scrutiny, and finally stopped on Quan Jiuxi.

The look in his eyes was deep, like the surface of a frozen lake. No emotion could be seen in it, but it made people inexplicably nervous.

He walked in with his long legs, his steps making a steady sound on the ground, and every step seemed to step on people's hearts.

The windbreaker swayed gently with his movements, stirring up a cold breeze with the scent of cedar.

Jiang Ya's eyes lit up instantly. Just as she was about to smile and call out "Brother Qinghan", she saw Quan Jiuxi stand up from his chair.

As the girl stood up, the chair legs squeaked harshly against the floor. She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes masking the emotion in her eyes. Her hands rested neatly at her sides, and her voice was filled with deliberate timidity: "Master."

Mo Qinghan's steps suddenly stopped, and his brows frowned slightly.

The word "Young Master" made him very uncomfortable.

This is a new society.

What's more, Quan Jiuxi is not his servant, and the relationship between them...is not supposed to be this kind of relationship.

His brows furrowed even tighter, and a hint of impatience flashed across his eyes, but he said nothing.

Seeing this, the female police officer next to her stepped forward and put on a professional smile: "Excuse me, who are you?"

Mo Qinghan's gaze shifted from Quan Jiuxi to the policewoman's face, and his voice was low and cold: "She is my sister."

"Sister?" The female police officer was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at Quan Jiuxi.

Quan Jiuxi raised his head in cooperation, a timid smile appeared on his face, and he nodded: "Yes, he is my brother."

Policewoman: "..."

She looked at the two of them silently.

One is as cold as an iceberg, the other one is as pretentious as a little white rabbit. They don't look like siblings at all.

Especially when she thought of Quan Jiuxi's indifferent look just now and then looked at her well-behaved appearance now, the female police officer felt that her worldview was impacted.

Although Jiang Ya saw Quan Jiuxi like this for the second time, she still couldn't accept it in her heart.

Mo Qinghan obviously noticed the strange looks from the people around him. His brows furrowed even tighter, and the air pressure around him dropped a little.

His gaze fell back on Quan Jiuxi, and when he saw the dark red bloodstain on her shirt, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Are you hurt?" There was a hint of barely perceptible nervousness in his voice. He walked quickly to Quan Jiuxi and reached out to lift her clothes.

Quan Jiuxi subconsciously dodged back for a moment, then seemed to remember something and obediently stretched out his hand.

There was a shallow scratch on the back of her hand, with blood already clotted, making it look like it had been scratched by a piece of paper.

"That's it." She said in a low voice, with a look of grievance as if she was afraid of being scolded.

People around: "..."

This injury...it seems like there's really no need to be so nervous, right?

Mo Qinghan seemed not to notice the reactions of the crowd. He grabbed Quan Jiuxi's hand and frowned.

The wound was indeed not deep, but he felt inexplicably irritated.

"Let's go to the hospital." He pulled Quan Jiuxi's wrist without saying anything and walked out.

"Hey, sir!" The old policeman hurriedly stopped them, "Wait a minute, there are still some formalities to be completed."

Mo Qinghan then stopped and looked back at the old policeman, his eyes as cold as ice: "What's the matter?"

The old policeman shuddered at the look in his eyes, and quickly took out his notebook and briefly recounted the whole story.

When talking about Jiang Ya hiring a killer, Mo Qinghan's eyes suddenly shot towards Jiang Ya. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and Jiang Ya was so scared that she instantly retracted her neck and dared not look at him.

The final result was that Jiang Ya was severely criticized and educated by the police, and was required to pay Su Wan 100,000 yuan in compensation for mental damages.

"One hundred thousand?" When Su Wan's parents heard this number, their eyes lit up instantly. The worry and anger that were on their faces just now disappeared, and they looked at Jiang Ya as if they were looking at gold ingots.

Mother Su even pulled Su Wan's arm and whispered, "Wan Wan, that's enough. I didn't do it on purpose."

Su Wan lowered her head, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in her eyes, and only her clenched fists revealed her forbearance.

She should have gotten used to it by now, right?

In the eyes of her parents, money is always more important than her.

"Jiang Ya." Mo Qinghan's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the weird atmosphere.

Jiang Ya raised her head abruptly, met his sharp gaze, and shuddered in fear: "I... I'm here."

"Write a 1,000-word self-criticism." Mo Qinghan's voice was devoid of warmth. "Give it to Su Wan."

"A thousand words?!" Jiang Ya's eyes widened instantly, and she looked at him in disbelief, "Brother Qinghan, I..."

"Ten thousand words." Mo Qinghan said lightly.

"I'll write it!" Jiang Ya immediately became intimidated and didn't dare to say another word. She obediently took the paper and pen handed to her by the police and started writing on the table.

She wrote extremely sloppily, her brows were furrowed like a bun, and she kept mumbling something under her breath, obviously full of grievances and resentment.

Su Wan looked at Mo Qinghan in surprise. She didn't expect him to help her.

Quan Jiuxi stood beside Mo Qinghan, looking at his tense profile, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Qinghan's patience was clearly limited. When the wall clock struck half past nine, he glanced at Jiang Ya, who was still furiously writing, and frowned even more deeply, "Hurry up."

Jiang Ya was so frightened that her hands trembled and the pen almost fell to the ground.

She quickened her pace and finally finished writing at 9:40. She handed the paper over. Her handwriting was so sloppy that it was almost unrecognizable.

Mo Qinghan didn't even look at it and handed it to Su Wan. "Keep it. Next time she bothers you, submit this to the school magazine and broadcast it to the whole school."

Su Wan was stunned for a moment, took the examination, and nodded slightly.

Jiang Ya was so angry that her face turned pale, but she didn't dare to refute. She could only bite her lips tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Mo Qinghan didn't look at her again. He took Quan Jiuxi's wrist and walked out: "Let's go."

"Hey, Brother Qinghan! Wait for me!" Jiang Ya shouted hurriedly, trying to catch up.

"Take a taxi back." Mo Qinghan's voice came from the door, with unquestionable coldness.

Jiang Ya paused, and as she watched the two people disappear at the door, she couldn't help but shed tears.

She squatted on the ground, her shoulders shaking, crying like an abandoned child. The incandescent light from the police station shone on her, stretching her shadow very long, making her look particularly lonely.

The night wind outside is extremely cold, and it feels like a knife blowing on your face.

Mo Qinghan pulled Quan Jiuxi and walked out of the police station quickly, leaving the depressing atmosphere far behind.

He took off his windbreaker and draped it over Quan Jiuxi's shoulders. The material with his body temperature instantly wrapped around her, isolating her from the cold night wind.