Yun Du glanced at the rearview mirror, unable to stop himself from taking another look at her upon hearing her words.
Was she really introducing herself?
In the entire Military District, there was only one commander of the Lu X Team, whose position in the whole of Xia Country was irreplaceable.
What was even more frightening was that this man’s daughter was Tang Wu.
Last time, there was a face-lifted impostor, and now this Senior Sister had also started to impersonate?
It was... disappointing.
Shi Lingyan scoffed lightly, "Tang Huai Zhang is a senior national leader, a man of integrity. Are you claiming to be his illegitimate daughter?"
Yun Du cleared his throat and said, "Under Criminal Law Article 246, crimes of insult and defamation, which involve insulting others or fabricating facts to defame others by violence or other means, if the circumstances are serious, the punishment can be a fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, detention, control, or deprivation of political rights." He glanced at Shi Mei in the rearview mirror, "Just handing you over to the police station would suffice, we wouldn’t need to bother him personally, his subordinates can take care of you."
Shi Mei felt an inexplicable sourness in her heart.
No, she really was Tang Huai Zhang’s daughter.
Yet now, her claim had become evidence of defamation and insult.
Shi Lingyan took another cigarette from the pack, lighting it smoothly, "You have two choices, confess or go to prison."
Shi Mei watched as Shi Lingyan leisurely smoked, her formerly timid weakness completely faded, and suddenly she chuckled softly, "How would you like me to confess?"
Her eyes were clear, slightly tinged with mockery.
That fiercely fiery red lip curled up slightly, the smile small and ambiguous.
Shi Lingyan scoffed lightly, "Dropping the act?"
Shi Mei’s smile widened helplessly as she sighed, "How dare I presume before Mr. Shi," she leaned slightly toward him, her voice dropping lower, playful and teasing like a feather gently tickling one’s heartstrings, "What if you get upset and send me to the police station? Wouldn’t I be at a great loss?"
That voice, mature and charming, bore the enchanting curve of memories, directly awakening the vague images in Shi Lingyan’s mind.
"It really is you," Shi Lingyan’s voice was a bit hoarse, the scent of tobacco mixed with his unique crisp fragrance entering his nostrils.
Shi Mei leaned forward, inching closer, "It’s me."
She reached out to put her hand on his shoulder, but before even touching his clothes, he slapped it away.
Without any hint of tenderness, Shi Lingyan, with a ’snap’, turned Shi Mei’s palm red.
Yet, Shi Mei’s smile became even more radiant, she leaned in closer, her voice lowered, filled with an unspoken charm, "So, what would you like?"
Shi Mei watched as Shi Lingyan in front of her seemed to contemplate, slowly inching closer.
Shi Lingyan remained as calm as before, his gaze following her approach and gradually shifting downward.
Just as Shi Mei’s lips curled up, ready to proceed further, she suddenly noticed his hand move from the corner of her eye.
Her heart tightened sharply, and Shi Mei instinctively dodged, but in the next moment, her neck was fiercely grasped by a scalding hand.
Shi Mei gasped, the pain in her neck nearly breaking her as her eyes widened.
Shi Lingyan’s eyes and brows were cold, his face expressionless.
And his suffocating grip gradually tightened.
In the car, his magnetic and slightly hoarse voice resounded, "Guess, what I’d like to do."