Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 570 - 569: Someone is in Trouble

Chapter 570: Chapter 569: Someone is in Trouble

Lin Nianhe curled up in the bed, her face red as a tomato.

The cold came on so quickly, it was like a slap in the face.

Luckily, today was a day off, so no need to call in sick.

You could say this cold was somewhat sensible.

Su Yuncheng placed a cool towel on her forehead, his brows furrowed: "Let’s go to the clinic."

"No need, I’ll be fine after some sleep." Her voice softened due to illness, sounding weak and coquettish.

As she spoke, she squinted her eyes slightly, a little hand stealthily reaching out from under the covers to hook onto the corner of Su Yuncheng’s clothes.

The next second, her hand was caught and unmercifully pulled away, then stuffed back into the covers.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Well, better to sleep.

Vaguely, Lin Nianhe heard Aunt Feng talking to Su Yuncheng, telling him not to worry about her and to go do whatever he needed. Later, it seemed like there were voices from Aunt Li and others.

Lin Nianhe couldn’t hear clearly anymore; she fell into a deep sleep.

She slept heavily and woke up drenched in sweat, her body aching as if all her creditors had caught up with her for a beating.

"Awake? Let me check your temperature again, and if you still have a fever, we’ll have to take you to the clinic."

Wang Shumei’s voice came from the edge of the kang, Lin Nianhe licked her dry and sore lips, weakly protested: "I want to drink some water first."

"Oh right."

Wang Shumei hurriedly got off the kang and brought her some warm water.

Before Lin Nianhe could struggle to sit up, Wen Lan, from behind, pushed her up like picking up a chick.

Stars flashed before her eyes, Lin Nianhe shook her head, then drank a large cup of water with the help of Wang Shumei’s hand.

After drinking the water, she took a deep breath, finally feeling a bit clearer in the head, and her body seemed not as painful.

Wang Shumei handed her the thermometer, then turned to Wen Lan and said: "Xiao Lan, keep an eye on her, I’ll go make some food."

"Okay."

"Sister Shumei..."

Lin Nianhe weakly raised her hand, waving towards Wang Shumei as if to hold her back.

"What’s up?" Wang Shumei stopped and looked at her.

Lin Nianhe: "Sister Shumei, could you make me a fried egg?"

"Ts, you must be feeling better if you’re ordering food now." Wang Shumei chuckled and waved her hand, "Got it, I’ll make it for you."

After checking her temperature, Lin Nianhe happily ate a meal of white porridge, pickles, and fried egg. After wiping her mouth, she crawled back into her comforter.

Wen Lan, dazzled by her smooth motions, exclaimed: "Hey, didn’t your fever break? Why are you still sleeping?"

"And you’re not even asking where your Brother Yuncheng went?"

Lin Nianhe buried her face in the covers, yawned and replied: "Even if the fever’s gone, I’m still sick. What if I wander around and catch a fever again? Brother Yuncheng... If he’s not here, he must be busy at the police station, right? Why bother asking?"

"Aren’t you upset?" Wang Shumei looked at her, puzzled.

Lin Nianhe countered: "Upset about what?"

"He didn’t stay with you while you’re sick. Doesn’t that deserve three days of being melodramatic?"

"He’s not out chasing girls," Lin Nianhe lazily yawned, "The world is not yet at peace, don’t talk to me about romance."

"..."

Lin Nianhe guessed right, Su Yuncheng was indeed working.

He didn’t have to return to the police station, but in the morning Liu Jianjun called—Shi Chengkun had arrived.

"Brother Cheng is particularly irritable today," Feng Wei said while munching on a pancake, speaking to Sun Jun, "Old Dog Shi is going to have a bad time."

Sun Jun’s gaze was complex: "More than just a bad time."

"What else then?"

"Brother Cheng checked his magazine before going in."

"...!"

In Liu Jianjun’s office, Shi Chengkun was restlessly moving his legs back and forth, unable to find a comfortable sitting position on the hard bench.

Liu Jianjun glanced at the greasy-faced fat man, turned his head away in disgust, and looked at Su Yuncheng.

Su Yuncheng sat expressionless, and although he said nothing, Liu Jianjun felt he could read his mind—he wanted to directly kill Shi Chengkun.

"Cough cough."

Shi Chengkun deliberately cleared his throat, his hand resting on his leg while his fingers incessantly tapped his thigh.

He glanced at Su Yuncheng, then turned to Liu Jianjun: "Why I came, Director Liu should be very clear, right?"

Liu Jianjun returned with a smile that did not reach his eyes: "Director Shi flatters me too much, how would I know that."

"Not clear? Liu Jianjun, you really can play dumb."

Shi Chengkun pulled a stack of manuscript paper from his bag and slammed it on the table: "All these complaint letters from Lan County have reached my desk, and you still play dumb with me?" As he spoke, he began flipping through the stack, muttering, "Wong Xiao’s, Feng Yuanshan’s, Su Yuncheng’s... oh, this one is yours, Liu Jianjun."

Shi Chengkun deliberately stretched his voice, trying to pressure Liu Jianjun and Su Yuncheng with it; his thieving eyes ceaselessly moved over their bodies, trying to see a sign of panic on their faces.

Unfortunately, reality disappointed him; his affected tone only made him feel woozy and faint, failing to cause any expression change in the two men before him.

His plump, round face shook even more violently.

Liu Jianjun looked at the stack of complaint letters and curled his lips.

Producing so many complaint letters overnight must have been tough for him.

Shi Chengkun maintained an arrogant attitude, sneering as he glanced at Su Yuncheng.

His meaning was clear— if you don’t release my daughter, I will torment you.

Su Yuncheng didn’t even spare him a glance, picked up the scattered complaint letters on the table, only keeping the one against him, and casually threw the rest into the nearby vigorously burning stove.

His action was so quick, Shi Chengkun hadn’t even reacted!

Seeing Su Yuncheng’s move, Liu Jianjun quickly covered his mouth to hide a smile, and reminisced about all the beatings he had endured as a child, which kept him from laughing out loud.

Shi Chengkun furious with shame, his face’s fatty flesh twitching like an old sow quivering before being slaughtered.

"Su Yuncheng! Don’t think just because you’re from the big courtyards of Beijing that you’re amazing, I’ve dealt with many little bastards from there, none of them..."

Su Yuncheng completely ignored him, burned the complaint letters, and promptly dialed a series of numbers.

"Brigade Commander Sun, this is Su Yuncheng. Director Shi Chengkun from the city said he received complaint letters and wants to investigate me; please give the comrades at the political office a heads-up, I am going to be suspended and investigated."

Su Yuncheng’s tone was as bland as if he was going on a vacation.

Brigade Commander Sun in the provincial city was stunned for three seconds after hearing this, then burst out furiously: "To hell with him! Since when does a local director have the authority to meddle with military personnel? Su Yuncheng, did you not bring your gun? Shoot that damn dog, I’ll endorse it for you!"

Brigade Commander Sun spoke four sentences, all out of anger.

Of course, people cannot just kill on a whim, otherwise, what is the difference from bandits?

Brigade Commander Sun vented his frustration with a tirade, then pondered how to handle this matter, only to hear Su Yuncheng say:

"Oh, alright."

Then, the call was disconnected.