Chapter 38: A Drunken Confession

Sis, I’m so excited!

In the bedroom, a reeking, drunk Xiao Yu hugged Mu Qingwu. “I’m an official policeman now—and I even earned a merit!”

With a mortified yet embarrassed flush on her delicate face, Mu Qingwu attempted to push his hand away, then stopped.

She looked at the drowsy, silly smile spreading across Xiao Yu’s face.

A mist seemed to veil Mu Qingwu’s beautiful almond eyes.

They sparkled under the bedroom light.

“Sis, you look so gorgeous.”

Xiao Yu grinned foolishly, “The moment I first saw you, I thought—if such a stunning beauty doesn’t rush over to plant a kiss, are you even a real man?”

“Ha!”

Mu Qingwu’s smile blossomed like a flower, her eyes still glistening with wet allure.

“But you’re so overbearing, and so cold too. That just isn’t charming.”

Complaining like a little pig, Xiao Yu nudged Mu Qingwu with his face as he mumbled, “The way you looked back then—it was like a scorned wife railing at her husband for cheating!”

“You…” Mu Qingwu scolded, her icy expression belying her delicate beauty.

“But…” Xiao Yu looked up.

“What?” Mu Qingwu arched her brows.

“Being with you feels incredibly comforting.”

Xiao Yu, dazed and chuckling goofily, said, “I like you, sis!”

Mu Qingwu’s face flushed with bright rosy hues.

Was that a confession?

No, he was just drunk!

Sure enough.

Xiao Yu closed his eyes and dozed off.

Mu Qingwu stared blankly at her younger brother.

After a long moment, she sighed softly.

Is it fate?

Or destiny?

That brought us together?

……

Later that night.

Xiao Yu jolted awake from a dream.

He heard slow, steady breathing beside him and felt a smooth, silk-like body pressed close.

Summoning all his willpower, he forced his brain not to dwell on banana peel-colored images.

Fragmented, hazy memories began to surface.

“Did Mu Qingwu bring me home?”

“Did I just say I liked her?”

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu’s cheeks burned red.

“What? Am I really that shameless?”

He thought, I really should cut back on the drinking—it always lands me in trouble.

Otherwise… it’s game over!

“I’m off to freshen up!”

Even though the beauty beside him pretended to sleep, Xiao Yu knew full well.

The strong scent of alcohol on him was unbearable—even to himself.

“Mm!” Mu Qingwu replied.

She got up and headed to the bathroom to wash up.

When she came out, Xiao Yu was at a loss.

Should he leave or stay?

Both of them were well aware if any mischief might occur—the signs were unmistakable.

Even the most oblivious would eventually catch on.

Xiao Yu wasn’t brain-dead—he walked over to the bed.

“I’m 28 now. Is that really so old?”

“Do you really dislike it?”

Once lying down, Xiao Yu reached out and pulled Mu Qingwu into his arms.

He could feel her delicate body shudder and tighten in his embrace.

“Sleep!” Xiao Yu said with a smile.

Relieved, Mu Qingwu buried her face in his chest.

The closeness felt so natural.

The two drifted into a deep sleep…

……

Morning. The waning moon lay like a dull pebble cast aside in the sky.

As the first ray of dawn pierced the mist and lit the room, Xiao Yu opened his eyes.

As if in silent communion, he saw Mu Qingwu just opening her eyes in his arms.

“Good morning!” Xiao Yu beamed like the morning sun.

“Good morning.”

Mu Qingwu’s eyes, still dreamy, exuded a soft, enchanting allure.

The morning light caressed her face, showcasing its flawless, jade-like elegance.

Yet Xiao Yu noticed her cool, aloof air had returned.

So different from the assertive, bossy type.

He still preferred the coquettish, playful beauty.

Xiao Yu got up. “I’m off to make breakfast.”

Watching her head into the bathroom, he followed.

Her usual cold demeanor was nowhere to be seen, and Mu Qingwu blushed…

……

Breakfast was ready.

Xiao Yu tried to act like a proper man.

Waiting for Mu Qingwu to join him at the table.

He admired the poised, ice-cold beauty in her professional attire.

A white shirt, a work dress, her hair elegantly pinned up, accentuating her perfect figure.

Xiao Yu thought she looked far more alluring than any schoolgirl, nurse, or flight attendant.

Not even in the same league!

“Sis, can I pursue you?”

While sipping his porridge, Xiao Yu blurted out those words.

Mu Qingwu nearly spat out her porridge, shooting him a look that said, “Are you an idiot?”

After saying that, Xiao Yu almost wanted to slap himself—am I really that foolish?

“Have you forgotten we already registered our marriage?”

“We’re legally wed—so what’s there to chase after?”

“Alright then.”

Suppressing a laugh, Mu Qingwu nodded.

“Never mind what I said.”

Xiao Yu lowered his head and ate his breakfast in silence.

“I’m serious.”

In a soft, gentle tone, Mu Qingwu whispered, “Once you finally win me over, we’ll have a wedding.”

“And what if you can’t?”

Xiao Yu felt a mix of confusion and excitement swell within him.

“If I can’t win you over…”

Mu Qingwu’s lips curled into a playful smile, “What do you think?”

Xiao Yu: …

Suddenly, he realized—

His dull case-solving career had finally taken an amusing turn!