Legal Violation Chapter 11

Legal Violation

Translator: She.Wee

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Chapter 11: Hold Me Tight

 

The wait for this news stretched the entire day.

Feng Tang had dinner at home, but there was no call from He Qing. He thought about it and decided to let it go, realizing he felt like a cat being teased by a toy.

Despite his efforts, he couldn’t catch the prey, leaving him feeling restless.

After eating, Feng Tang reviewed the day’s accounts from the car dealership and called the district office. It was Arbor Day, and he figured Shao Jin Cheng would definitely be with the team.

Shao Jin Cheng, who grew up as Feng Tang’s neighbor, was now in his early thirties and served as the district’s Youth League secretary.

When Feng Tang was a troublemaker, he often roamed around with He Qing and Lan Zhou, tagging along behind Shao Jin Cheng. As they grew older, Feng Tang set out on his own, running a small shop and often clashing with older kids. By then, Shao Jin Cheng was in middle school and didn’t bother with him, though he found the trio amusing and remembered them.

During holidays, Feng Tang’s parents, Liu Lizhu and Feng Tang’s father, who were very kind to others, often took Feng Tang to visit neighbors, fostering a good relationship. The bond between the older and younger men grew stronger, leading to occasional interactions now.

When the phone connected, Feng Tang, who had caught a cold the previous night, coughed and said, “Cheng Ge, it’s work hours. You’re still answering personal calls?”

“You’re such a handful. You already knew that yet you still called?” Shao Jin Cheng playfully scolded, then whispered, “I’m buying gloves. I’m outside, not in the office.”

“Buying gloves?” Feng Tang asked.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you later.”

Shao Jin Cheng continued, “By the way, your call reminded me. Yesterday, I accompanied your sister-in-law to help her relatives look at properties, and guess what? I saw Meng Sen! You know, the one at the city center plaza, where prices are sky-high…”

“Meng Sen? Damn!” Feng Tang was taken aback. “Did he see you?”

“No, I ducked away as soon as I saw him.” Shao Jin Cheng added mysteriously, “Remember back in school? The number of fights you had with him probably outnumbered your failed exams!”

“Alright, I’m going out to sue him now. I won’t rest until he’s done for…” Feng Tang paused mid-sentence.

His actions were faster than his words, and he had already put on his slippers. His car keys were on the coffee table next to him.

But then he stopped.

Meng Sen was the child of a city leader, and he had numerous run-ins with Feng Tang in high school, often threatening to “take him out.” They had agreed to a one-on-one fight, with the loser having to dance on the flagpole. Back then, high schoolers often cursed impulsively, which infuriated Feng Tang, leading him to beat Meng Sen badly. Meng Sen lost both the fight and face.

Before Meng Sen could fulfill the punishment or suffer the consequences, he was sent abroad for high school. Feng Tang was bewildered, wondering if it was just to avoid a dance. After graduation, they rarely crossed paths. He heard Meng Sen had returned a few years ago, eager to start a business.

At first, Feng Tang, He Qing, and Lan Zhou eagerly anticipated the news, but Meng Sen’s big “achievement” was hitting pedestrians on the sidewalk with his car.

 

This scandal was so severe that even his influential father couldn’t shield him, and Meng Sen spent two to three years in prison. Since his release, Meng Sen occasionally drove without a license, speeding recklessly, still a notorious figure.

 

He Qing, holding grudges more than Feng Tang, frequently reported Meng Sen to the traffic bureau whenever he saw him driving.

Reflecting on this, Feng Tang glanced at the pinned contact on his WeChat, realizing he could still support reports through the app.

Meng Sen’s family background made his presence at luxury real estate developments suspicious. Feng Tang wanted to report him but hesitated.

Holding his phone in a daze, he told Shao Jin Cheng, “I’ll talk to my mom about it when she gets back tonight.”

“Alright, he seemed to pay in full…” Shao Jin Cheng covered the phone’s mic, “Alright, I have to go back after buying these gloves.”

Hearing this, Feng Tang’s thoughts drifted back to Meng Sen.

He couldn’t help feeling a strange mix of emotions, knowing he and Meng Sen were fundamentally different.

Speaking of paying in full, Feng Tang remembered something.

Most businesspeople disliked paying in full for properties, preferring financial flexibility for other investments. Feng Tang, being carefree and not a businessman, had once bought a small lakeside house in a nearby town with his savings.

He told friends about the abundant fish in the lake, dreaming of eating fish dishes daily.

But he got too busy, and the house’s curtains gathered dust, while the fish ended up in others’ bellies.

Feng Tang still thought about them.

After this reflection, he ordered fish delivery and reconsidered reporting Meng Sen. He grabbed his phone, thinking of texting Feng Lulin about their school days and “stormy” past.

However, his throat tightened, the words felt like needles.

Feng Tang usually reserved some mystery in relationships but found it hard with Feng Lulin.

Later, Shao Jin Cheng texted about the gloves. The new mayor was a germaphobe, so everyone had to wear gloves for tree planting. Feng Tang laughed, asking what kind. Shao Jin Cheng replied, “plastic transparent ones.”

Suddenly craving duck from a spicy restaurant, Feng Tang didn’t find it available for delivery, so he drove there the next day after work. Naturally, he detoured to check on Feng Lulin.

He Qing had mentioned a drunk driver caused trouble with the traffic police last night, making headlines.

Feng Tang felt anxious, suspecting Feng Lulin, who wasn’t answering his calls. Unsure if he’d see him, he still drove around.

At an intersection, Feng Tang spotted Feng Lulin on a motorcycle, looking exhausted as if just off a night shift. Removing his police hat, the man’s sweaty forehead and tired expression showed he could barely keep his eyes open.

Feng Tang forgot his food quest, seeing Feng Lulin like this, thinking he was the “food.”

Indeed, Feng Lulin had just finished a night shift.

He waved mischievously at the black Audi across the street.

Feng Tang was startled, almost losing his grip on the steering wheel.

With hazard lights on, Feng Tang’s car stayed put as Feng Lulin rode over, putting his hat back on and looking ahead, not at him.

Despite his fatigue, Feng Lulin spoke firmly, taking the lead, “That white Bentley you drive looks great.”

Today, a new face was assigned to work with Feng Lulin. Feng Tang knew that Feng Lulin was avoiding looking at him to prevent trouble, so he also kept his gaze forward and replied, “That car belongs to He Qing. He bought it after stabilizing things with Ying Yu, saying it looked reliable… although later, that white Bentley lost favor.”

Feng Lulin furrowed his brow and asked, “Hmm? Why?”

“Full of himself,” Feng said with a cheerful laugh, “We’re cut from the same cloth, both flamboyant.”

Feng Lulin replied, “If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll earn money to buy one.”

Feng didn’t take it seriously and said, “Good, young man, you’ve got ambition.”

Feng Lulin continued, “But with my current income, I’d need to collect fines for a hundred years to afford one.”

Upon hearing this, Feng couldn’t help but turn his face to look at him, disregarding any idle chatter. He noticed the old scars on the man’s arms, and some scratches on his wrist.

Feng suddenly felt a deep pang of sympathy.

However, the news last night reported that the injured traffic cop was hit on the side of the face. Since Feng Lulin’s face seemed fine, Feng guessed he was just tired and finally felt relieved, quietly thankful.

But he didn’t realize how unusual this reaction was.

Feng Lulin, feeling sleepy, glanced at the cigarettes in the armrest box. He wanted one but remembered he was wearing a police uniform and refrained from taking one. He needed to stay alert; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to ride properly on the way back to the station.

Last night, even though the incident didn’t involve their team, the entire city had been under curfew. He was reassigned to the city’s busiest commercial area and stood guard until four in the morning, only returning when daylight broke.

Feng lit a cigarette and said, “Feeling sleepy? It’s still a distance back to your team. Do you have to ride the motorcycle?”

“I need to return to the team,” Feng Lulin said, “I’m not sleepy.”

“Look down,” Feng ordered.

Feng Lulin slightly leaned forward, blocking the dashboard, and turned his head. Just as he was about to speak, a few wisps of white smoke drifted out of the driver’s cabin. The smoke mixed with a hint of incense, creating an exceptionally sweet aroma.

Feng Lulin’s face was shrouded in the mist.

He recalled the sunrise on the city’s edge that morning—an intense red, dazzling and hidden among white clouds.

Inhaling the scent made him feel much more comfortable. After shouting into the pager all night, his voice was a bit hoarse. “Is this calming or stimulating?”

“Calming,” Feng Tang said, extinguishing the cigarette and tossing the butt onto a wet wipe in the car. He then lifted his chin and said, “Get in the car, I’ll take you home.”

Feng Lulin was stunned, then reached out and touched Feng’s face. Feng Tang, momentarily dumbfounded, repeated, “Get in the car.”

“The motorcycle is parked here. I’ll find someone from the team to ride it back,” Feng Tang said, feigning impatience, “You’re in no condition to ride.”

Feng Lulin shook his head, unsure of what to say.

He could have used this small privilege of not riding the motorcycle, even if it was just occasionally, but he didn’t want to use it. Even if he couldn’t ride today, he felt he needed to complete the shift change himself.

As the motorcycle started, Feng Lulin no longer argued, just followed Feng Tang for a while. Feng Lulin rode ahead, occasionally glancing back, while Feng Tang patiently signaled him to stop and go by revving the engine.

“Can you ride properly? Why keep looking back?”

Feng Tang ensured Feng Lulin’s speed slowed down and stopped looking back.

Feng Lulin, sitting straight, looked like a knight escorting Feng Tang.

At the next intersection, Feng Lulin rode alongside Feng Tang again. Feng Tang lowered the window and placed his hand on the edge, intentionally swaying it.

Feng Lulin glanced sideways at the clean, well-defined veins and bone structure.

Feng cast a side glance back, half teasing and half angry, as if making a silent invitation.

Feng Lulin met his gaze defiantly and mouthed, “Look at your ass.”

Feng Lulin, without hesitation, looked downward, peering through the car door at Feng’s waist, playfully but seriously.

Feng was stunned and, this time, actually spoke out loud, “Green light.”

Before he finished speaking, Feng Lulin had already crossed the line.

They continued chasing each other until the next red light.

Feng extended his hand to the rearview mirror, and Feng Lulin, riding alongside on a police motorcycle, glared at him before finally saying, “Put your hand inside.”

Feng shrugged, “It’s broad daylight…”

Feng Lulin insisted, “Put your hand inside.”

Feng said nothing more.

On the road, you have to listen to the police, and since this police officer was specifically targeting him, who else would he show respect to?

Feng mumbled a few words, put his hand inside the car, and rolled up the window, leaving Feng Lulin with a dark expression.

Feng Lulin couldn’t help but laugh to the point of holding his stomach in the driver’s seat.

Just as they were about to pass the intersection, a taxi was parked across the road. The driver and passenger got out.

The passengers were a young couple, appearing very agitated, while the driver stood with his head lowered. Feng Lulin reacted instinctively, slamming on the brakes. Feng and he exchanged glances, and Feng moved to the side, turning on the hazard lights and preparing to get out.

“Don’t get out yet,” Feng Lulin raised his hand to stop him, “I’ll check the situation.”

Feng ignored him, focusing on unfastening his seatbelt. As expected, when Feng Lulin got out, he drew attention from those around.

The male passenger was holding the female passenger. Seeing Feng Lulin in uniform, he shouted at the driver, “You still want money? I haven’t asked for compensation yet! If you’re not satisfied, we can call the police and review the footage! You scared my wife and delayed our trip!”

Feng Lulin arrived and learned that the taxi driver had accidentally touched the female passenger’s thigh while shifting gears.

The driver had already taken them from the suburbs to the city center. Without counting the tolls, the fare was over a hundred yuan, and now, this incident had occurred just before they reached their destination.

Feng, standing beside Feng Lulin in a coat, said nothing, watching as the driver tried to restrain the passengers. The male passenger cursed loudly, and Feng Lulin’s expression darkened. The driver, losing his temper, suddenly threw a punch at the male passenger’s luggage. The male passenger, swinging the suitcase, nearly knocked down his wife as well.

“Everyone, don’t move!” Feng Lulin’s face turned pale.

The crowd was too dense, and when he swung his baton, it almost hit someone. A few people in the front stepped back, startled, “The traffic cop is hitting people!”

Feng Lulin’s face was grim as he pressed the law enforcement recorder.

The crowd grew more chaotic at his words.

Feng, flustered and unable to retrieve his phone due to the crowd, was frantic. The male passenger, seeing the police’s aggressive approach, and the female passenger, were both more frightened.

Feng Lulin, unfazed, reminded them again, “I said, don’t move.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Lulin, standing at 1.87 meters tall, was pushed, and Feng, beside him, shouted, “Everyone move aside! Don’t crowd here! Can you handle your own business? Who’s going to run if a fight breaks out?”

“Damn! You’re crowding him!”

Some in the crowd complained about Feng’s interference, calling him an undercover officer, or questioning why he was involved.

Feng, furious and disregarding his own image, shouted, “I’m the police’s spouse, alright?!”

Suddenly, the crowd went silent.

After saying this, he didn’t dare to look at Feng Lulin’s expression. The onlookers, mostly older, thought the young man might be joking. Some retreated, and Feng felt relieved.

He was about to say something more to get people to stay at least three meters away, when he suddenly felt someone’s arm around his lower back, pulling him closer.

Feng Lulin warned him, “Stay put, don’t move.”

The crowd was packed like sardines in a can. Their breathing was mixed, long and chaotic.

Feng’s ears were buzzing from the noise, and he remained silent, his face stern. The two of them were the tallest in the area, everyone watching them like two flags, waving in the wind with flames on their heads, impossible to ignore.

Feng Lulin pulled back, gasping, as he grabbed his weapon belt and tried to separate the male passenger and the driver, who were now in a scuffle.

The road was completely blocked with vehicles, and the sound of honking was incessant.

Seeing many taxis parked on the side, Feng Lulin reminded him again, “Stay where you are, don’t go anywhere.”

Then, he pulled away and headed toward the crowd trying to break up the fight. Feng instinctively grabbed his uniform, and Feng Lulin hesitated.

In every profession, there is a natural solidarity, especially among taxi drivers and delivery workers. Coincidentally, the male passenger had happened upon a nearby gas station, which meant reinforcements were coming from all directions, crowding the roadside and preparing to pummel the male passenger.

 

Feng Lulin had to ensure the safety of those present, so he instinctively moved to shield the male passenger. Holding his baton tightly, he was about to raise it in defense when Feng Tang reacted faster, grabbing the baton to protect Feng Lulin.

 

He hadn’t dealt with crowd incidents in a while and was more worried that this ordinary traffic accident might escalate into a social incident, fearing that Feng Lulin would get entangled. Feng Lulin, dressed in his police uniform, was more sensitive than himself.

Ignoring everything else, Feng Tang saw about seven or eight taxi drivers and said nervously, “You all step back and don’t get involved. You can film, there are traffic police here…”

Before he could finish, a few troublemaking drivers who had always resented the officers surged forward, shouting, “Where are you! Come out! Damn, picking on one person…”

He probably didn’t mean to stir up trouble, but as soon as he spoke, a few fists came flying at Feng Tang. He tried to defend himself with the baton, but had no space to counterattack, receiving several blows to his shoulders. He could clearly feel Feng Lulin pulling him back, protecting his abdomen and dragging him away.

Feng Tang’s mind was in chaos, thinking it was better to shield himself fully rather than getting hit repeatedly. He turned his back to the attackers, not realizing that the back of his head was the most vulnerable spot.

Feng Lulin, terrified, saw him turn around and used all his strength to pull Feng Tang forward, both of them bending over to dodge. While a few people aimed to hit the male passenger, Feng Lulin saw Feng Tang take another blow and raised his foot to kick, only to have his leg blocked by Feng Tang’s knee.

Feng Lulin’s eyes were almost bloodshot as he elbowed someone away, not knowing who he knocked down.

The male passenger behind them, disoriented, stood up crying, “Stop hitting!” The crowd then realized they should call the police. When Feng Tang came to his senses, familiar red and blue lights were already approaching, and he finally relaxed, squatting on the ground in silence.

His shoulders were definitely red, but other areas seemed fine.

The scene was already in the jurisdiction of the Fourth Squad. Qiao Ce hurried over with his team and sent officers to apprehend those causing trouble. Seeing Feng Tang squatting on the ground, injured, Qiao Ce was alarmed.

Feng Lulin squatted beside Feng Tang, patting his back. “Feeling any better?”

Feng Tang frowned, nodded, then shook his head. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about me, go deal with the troublemakers. The guy with dyed hair, damn it, kicked me twice, almost hitting my… well, it really hurt…”

Feng Lulin stood up with a stern face, glanced around, and said, “There are two guys with dyed hair. Which one?”

Feng Tang replied, “The blonde one.”

Feng Lulin said, “There are two blondes.”

“Fuck… forget it,” Feng Tang said, squatting and not getting up, clutching his waist. “Rub it for me.”

Qiao Ce, hearing this, felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly said, “Captain Lin, leave this to me. We’ll follow the proper procedures and ensure Mr. Feng gets justice…”

Feng Tang was almost out of breath, thinking about justice and whatnot.

Feng Lulin looked at Feng Tang and asked, “Where are you hurt? Let me see.”

Feng Tang pulled his sweater aside, revealing half of his smooth, fair shoulder, with skin still tinged red from the attack.

He was panting and seemed to be speaking for Qiao Ce’s benefit. “Here.”

Qiao Ce nearly choked on his own breath.

Qiao Ce would handle the follow-up, and after Feng Lulin checked the injuries, he heard Qiao Ce instructing a female passenger on safety, saying, “It’s best not to sit in the front seat of a stranger’s car. The middle of the back seat is the safest.”

At that moment, as Feng Lulin was opening the police car door, he glanced at Feng Tang and said, “You should sit in the middle of the back seat.”

Feng Tang asked, “Why?”

Feng Lulin replied, “It’s the safest.”

Feng Tang locked the car and resigned himself to the situation. But Feng Lulin insisted on taking him in the police car for an injurycheck.

Once inside, Feng Lulin made sure Feng Tang was securely fastened in the back seat and then sat next to him.

Feng Tang looked at him and felt even more pain.

He recalled his younger days, during his teenage years, when he was brash and combative but held back in matters of affection. Now older, he was more confident in love but had suppressed his irritations and criticisms deep inside.

Lan Zhou had discussed this with him, and Feng Tang had simply leaned a cigarette butt against a brick, saying it was part of growing up.

Lan Zhou had said it was deep, but wondered why Feng Tang was still so outspoken.

Feng Tang replied that speaking plainly to people was natural, but he wouldn’t talk nonsense with ghosts.

“You smoke a cigarette, talk with your eyes closed from time to time.”

People think you’re profound.

Lan Zhou then asked if Feng Tang still got into fights.

Feng Tang responded, “Want to try this brick?”

He naturally no longer fought, but today was an exception. He had actually fought in public.

The police car passed through a very long tunnel. Due to the daytime, the sunlight at the exit was extremely bright.

As they approached the exit, Feng Lulin suddenly sat up straight, draped one arm over Feng Tang’s shoulder, and covered his eyes with the palm of his other hand.

Feng Tang remained still, and only when the car was fully exposed to the sunlight did Feng Lulin slowly remove his hand.

Feng Tang turned slightly, drawing them closer.

He smiled and said, “I thought…”

He placed his fingertips on the corners of Feng Lulin’s lips, feeling the rough stubble.

“You wanted to kiss me.”

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