Legal Violation Chapter 8

Legal Violation

Translator: She.Wee

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Chapter 8: Clear as Day

 

That night, the “Thunder Operation” continued until midnight. Feng Lulin was so exhausted that he returned to the brigade and fell asleep on the table for half an hour.

The Fourth Patrol Team caught a total of seven or eight drunk drivers and three DUI drivers. The supervisors who came from above recorded and scolded, saying it was fortunate they discovered them early. Otherwise, these drunkards driving into the city could have caused several tragic accidents.

One drunkard was so intoxicated he couldn’t walk straight. As soon as he was put into the police car, he started cursing, filling the car with harsh noise. Feng Lulin, sitting in the passenger seat, rubbed his temples. The two team members in the driver’s seat and the back, holding the drunkard, were also holding back their anger. Besides the cursing, only the sound of breathing filled the car.

Feng Lulin frowned tightly, “Shut up. If you have something to say, say it at the station. You can curse all night, but it won’t get you out of this.”

The drunkard covered his face and said, “Help! The police are beating me!”

Feng Lulin glanced coldly at him, then turned to see Bai Yangyue in the driver’s seat, fists clenched tightly. He patted his shoulder, “Don’t bring emotions into work.”

After speaking, he closed his eyes, staring at the police car in front of them, also responsible for escorting. “The police car isn’t a tank. Fasten your seatbelt and drive carefully.”

No matter what happened, they could only endure the lack of understanding. Wearing this uniform meant they represented more than just themselves.

Back at the team, they began interrogations. Feng Lulin, busy all night, couldn’t hold on any longer and buried his head on the table to sleep. Until almost 1 a.m., Qiao Ce woke him up. Qiao Ce said the few people detained would be sent to the station soon. Did he want to go with them?

Feng Lulin thought for a moment and said he would go with them and finish the task before going off duty.

By the time he finished work, it was already late at night. Staying up every night was taking a toll on his body; he relied on his youth and strength to keep going.

When he returned home, it was cold and quiet. Feng Lulin threw his keys on the sofa and lay down, completely exhausted. His arm still ached from scraping it while stopping cars tonight. His gaze fell on a handmade item under the living room light, and he rubbed his eyes.

Feng Lulin’s mother was very graceful. When she used to take care of Feng Lulin back in their hometown, she, a woman with a prestigious university degree, chose to work as a kindergarten teacher for four years at a place closest to home so her son could study. She often brought sealed bowls of clean, cut fruits for Feng Lulin to give to his classmates. She would write letters to Feng Lulin weekly, sometimes adding simple drawings beside the Chinese characters to make it easier for him to read.

His childhood had been colorful until a car accident turned it black and white. When he was about five or six, Feng Wangang sent him to the Shaolin Temple, where he stayed until he was eleven before returning home for middle school. Feng Wangang told him that without his mother, he had to be a man.

Almost twenty years had passed, and Feng Lulin could barely remember his mother’s appearance. He relied on the photos still placed in the living room to vaguely recall that she was an extremely gentle woman. The deepest impression he had was of her signature on each letter from his childhood, which always ended with “Love, Mom,” followed by a heart.

He subconsciously felt that this was a way of expressing love.

The next morning, after a bit of rest, Feng Lulin woke up late at six to exercise. He jogged around the neighborhood for half an hour, showered, and then fiddled with breakfast in the kitchen.

Recently, the Filipino maid Ali had completed her four-year contract and returned to her country for a vacation, leaving no one to make breakfast. Feng Lulin had to do it himself.

At noon, Feng Wangang rarely came home for lunch, forgetting that Ali was on vacation. Staring at the table full of dishes Feng Lulin had made, he was in a daze. After a while, he remembered and pointed at the dishes.

There were just two bowls of white rice, a plate of stir-fried flatbread, and a plate of pickled vegetable fried rice. These were dishes from their hometown.

Feng Lulin rarely cooked, so Feng Wangang’s tightly furrowed brows relaxed. He sat down and picked up his chopsticks to serve him some food.

Feng Wangang asked, “Is work going well?”

Feng Lulin nodded, pushing the small portion of pickled vegetable fried rice to the side, “Smoothly.”

“After this quarter, come back home with me…”

“I don’t want to go back to our hometown yet.”

Seeing his father’s face darken, he still stubbornly mixed his rice with the vegetables and ate, saying, “There’s more behind Cen Qi and his gang. There’s definitely more than one group supporting their underground racing.”

Feng Wangang rarely frowned, “Let’s not discuss work matters at the family table.”

“You started it,” Feng Lulin poured a small half cup of baijiu, the burning liquor making his lungs feel hot as he continued, “Things need to be resolved, or I won’t transfer back.”

Feng Lulin poured more liquor and drank it in one gulp. He looked up and said, “Beginning and end… don’t you understand?”

His mother’s death was related to a criminal case Feng Wangang had handled back then.

It happened so long ago that Feng Lulin couldn’t remember clearly. He was only four or five at the time, a cute but wild kid with a big appetite who could eat half the kindergarten’s dumplings. Coming from a leadership family, teachers looked after him.

During naptime, all the kids had to sleep, but he could go out to the nearby teaching building, slide down the stairs, and search for fruits under the banana leaves.

There was a long slope at the kindergarten entrance. Feng Lulin used to ride a small scooter down from the top. Other kids who tried to imitate him often fell and cried, but he, with his cool demeanor, never fell.

It was during one such lunch break that he, carrying his “battle chariot,” loosened the brake and rushed down, out of the kindergarten and onto the main road.

The road was wide, with a green belt in the middle filled with unknown flowers and plants. Feng Lulin, standing on his scooter, saw a black Crown car approaching from afar and waved his hand, shouting excitedly, “Lulin is out of school!”

His father’s official car was a black Crown, which he often saw picking him up from school. Excitedly jumping and shouting, the security guard at the kindergarten entrance finally realized a young master had slipped out and hurriedly ran out to catch him.

The next second, almost in an instant, a piercing brake sound echoed——

The Feng family’s black Crown, driving about thirty meters from the kindergarten gate, was suddenly faced with an oncoming SUV. The Crown swerved to avoid it, but the tank-like SUV slammed into the side of the Crown!

The collision was fierce, filling the air with a tsunami of despair, shattering half of Feng Lulin’s childhood.

Inside the car was his mother, who had come to pick him up. And that day happened to be Feng Wangang’s thirty-first birthday.

The suspect’s family didn’t directly retaliate against Feng Wangang or target the young Feng Lulin. Instead, they chose to orchestrate a car accident, taking his wife down with them.

Feng Lulin stood dazed at the kindergarten gate, held tightly by the rushing guard, who covered his eyes.

He didn’t struggle, just relaxed, feeling his scooter slowly, by inertia, glide into the main road.

His mother was gone.

“……”

Feng Wangang, after listening to Feng Lulin’s words, seriously focused on eating.

The incident back then caused a sensation in their hometown, with many saying he handled the case hastily, leading to resentment and revenge. Rumors spread, and eventually, these words reached his young son’s ears.

No one seemed to consider the harm such comments could do to a five-year-old Feng Lulin.

Years later, due to the complexities of that case, Feng Wangang transferred to a new city, established himself, and brought his son over, hoping to ease their relationship.

Now older, he didn’t have the energy to clash with his son. Feng Lulin, stubborn as a mule, waited for his father to finish eating before cleaning up the dishes and tossing them in the sink.

After lunch, Feng Wangang was picked up by his driver to go to the city center for work, leaving Feng Lulin alone at home, enjoying the peace. Finally on a break, he went to the gym in the afternoon and came out by evening.

He didn’t eat much that night, diving into his study to read until midnight.

Bored and overwhelmed with thoughts, he couldn’t resist sending a WeChat message to Feng Tang after his shower.

Bubble Hall: Recently checking drunk driving, be careful.

Feng Tang, still awake, was drinking in a daze. Dragged to KTV by Cen Qi and the others, he was on the verge of vomiting from all the drinking.

Since the last time Cen Qi and his crew were investigated, they showed no signs of repentance, and their underground racing activities have become more rampant. This time, however, the supercars that were confiscated weren’t returned. Instead, they were kept by the book at the station. But Cen Qi didn’t care at all; he had plenty of cars!

“These idiots…” Feng Tang gritted his teeth in anger. These people, they wanted to drag others down with them even if they wanted to die themselves.

“What the hell is this…”

Holding his phone and staring dully at the screen, Feng Tang mumbled, “That… breathalyzer… you can blow positive even after eating an egg yolk pie.”

He blushed from drinking, with his temples and earlobes turning red. Lanzhou had already passed out and been taken home by his family’s driver. Feng Tang was still hanging on, with the driver sent by Liu Lizhu waiting anxiously at the door.

Feng Tang lowered his eyes and casually called Feng Lu lin back.

“Feng Lu lin…”

Before Feng Lu lin could respond, he asked, “Have you ever seen someone, after being stopped, take out a bottle of liquor and chug it?”

The name “Lu lin” came out of Feng Tang’s lazy voice as two clicking sounds from his tongue.

Through the phone, the man’s tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, lazily drawing out the sound, the end of his words tinged with an indescribable allure.

Feng Lu lin turned over in bed, his ears tingling.

He spoke, his voice full of fatigue, “Can you stop thinking about ways to outwit me all day?”

“Haha!” Feng Tang laughed foolishly, unaware that Feng Lu lin had just gotten off work, “I’m just making conversation…”

Feng Lu lin’s breathing tightened.

Through the receiver, he clearly sensed Feng Tang panting, struggling to catch his breath.

It sounded tired, yet a bit lazy.

Feng Lu lin said, “Alright, if you dare down a bottle of Erguotou in front of me, I’ll take you straight to the hospital for a blood test. Drunk driving, happy now?”

“Happy, very happy…”

Feng Tang laughed, his breath seemed to pierce Feng Lu lin’s ears through the phone, making the man’s breathing even heavier.

Feng Tang’s legs wobbled, his elbow propped on the table, and with a loud crash, he shattered a bottle of whiskey, causing exclamations around him.

The crowd scattered like startled flowers, those with liquor stains on their legs were about to lash out, but seeing it was Feng Tang, they fell silent. Feng Tang lowered his head and mumbled an apology, not caring if anyone heard, and stood up, wiping his liquor-covered hand on a napkin, thinking, who cares… broken is broken.

Feng Lu lin shouted, “What are you doing?!”

Feng Tang’s mind hadn’t caught up, thinking he was talking about the first matter, and he cursed back, “I just asked… what are you so mad about?”

A few minutes after Feng Lu lin called, Cen Qi had almost drunk his fill. A group of young masters were shouting to call it a night and head home. Some took private room hostesses directly upstairs to find a place. Even Xia Yitiao was there, huddled in a corner, shaking dice with a male escort, head lowered, expression unclear.

Cen Qi didn’t notice Feng Tang still on the phone, drunkenly draped an arm around his neck, “Tang… Tang Shao, are you going home?”

Their call was still connected, and Feng Lu lin was momentarily stunned.

But that voice… sounded very familiar.

“Going home…”

Feng Tang said, then laughed, “Going home to sleep alone? No way. I’m not going home.”

As soon as he finished, Feng Lu lin threw off the covers, grabbed his car keys, but his call was interrupted. Seeing it was a call from the station’s landline, he had no choice but to answer.

When the call connected, Bai Yangyue was very anxious, “Captain Lin, um, Xiao Tang fainted on duty, and we had to take him to the hospital with two colleagues. We’re short-handed… could you possibly take tomorrow’s day off on the day after?”

Bai Yangyue figured that only Feng Lu lin could handle this. It was the wee hours, just off work, and now back to work, what a torment!

Feng Lu lin took a deep breath, “Okay, I’m on my way.”

He bit his pajama hem, pulling off his t-shirt with one hand, his old injury at his Adam’s apple flaring up, causing discomfort. He neatly packed his uniform in a paper bag, deciding to change at the station later.

Before leaving, he lit a cigarette, took a few puffs on the balcony, then stubbed it out in the ashtray. He called Feng Wangang’s assistant.

“Uncle Ming, do you have a contact at Zhonghang? Someone close to Director Liu.”

The assistant’s phone was on 24-hour standby and was a bit surprised to hear from Feng Lu lin.

This police chief’s son, half his superior, rarely contacted him. What could be important enough for him to call at this hour?

For a city-level police system leader like Feng Wangang, unless there was a case or directive, there wasn’t much interaction with other districts. If things were calm, they might see each other a few times a year, let alone a newcomer like Feng Lu lin.

There were even some senior figures that Feng Lu lin hadn’t met yet.

In a few minutes, he received the numbers for Liu Lizhu’s driver and district secretary. Holding his phone in a daze, he called Uncle Ming back, saying he needed further assistance.

He opened WeChat, forwarded Feng Tang’s location to Uncle Ming.

Scrolling down, he opened a chat labeled “Xia San’er.”

Feng Lu lin sent a message: Thanks, bro, keep an eye on him for me.

Xia San’er: Wow

Xia San’er: Qi Ye has his arm around him

Xia San’er: I can’t see clearly!!!! Too dark, but it looks like they’re kissing?

Feng Lu lin stared at his phone, a bit dazed. Xia Yitiao’s messages kept coming.

Xia San’er: Brother Lin, why do you like him? I’ve just come to the city, but I’ve heard he’s a mess.

Xia San’er: Oh, he’s got a little lover here today.

His phone vibrated again, a photo was sent over.

The room in the picture was dark, the faces hard to discern.

A red light just happened to sweep across Feng Tang’s face, vaguely showing his nose, lips, and jaw.

The light was soft, painting Feng Tang with a brilliant rouge.

The vivid colors made his body look like sensitive, smooth enamel.

Feng Tang’s lips curled in the photo, his arm held by a fair-skinned man. His trench coat hung open on one side, truly enjoying himself.

The next second, there was a sharp sound by the window.

Feng Lu lin’s phone fell to the floor, half of it lying on the carpet, and the air turned oppressive.

He vented, lying on his back, eyes wide open in the pitch-black room. The silent environment weighed heavily on his heart.

This unfamiliar sting…

Ran from his heart, spreading through his entire body.

He had never seen someone like Feng Tang.

Always smiling, seemingly obedient, yet always turning to others, riding in different cars.

Feng Lu lin couldn’t tell what he felt for Feng Tang now, but it had changed from initial teasing to an inexplicable possessiveness.

Two years ago, he let Feng Tang off.

This time, no matter what, he would firmly capture this wild child.

After the silence, the phone started vibrating again from under the bed, Feng Lu lin glanced at it.

Uncle Ming’s message: The Feng family driver has been notified, he’s inside looking for Feng Tang.

Feng Lu lin replied quickly: Thanks.

The phone vibrated again, Bai Yangyue’s weak voice came through, “Captain Lin, are you on your way?”

“Twenty minutes.”

Feng Lu lin opened his mouth, but couldn’t say he was already on the way, arranging shifts and hanging up. He usually despised lateness, never thought his personal affairs would make him late for overtime.

Actually, when Feng Tang was photographed, the man pulling his arm was Xiao Nanhe. They hadn’t contacted much, but today Cen Qi’s people brought him along. When the “employer” and “young master” met, it caught everyone’s attention. Feng Tang couldn’t make a scene in public, but everyone knew he’d been abstinent for years, cutting off all “lovers.” When old and new interests clashed, everyone wanted to watch.

But Feng Tang wouldn’t give them that satisfaction.

Besides, he and Nanhe had no real feelings, just using money for flings, passing time. Occasionally getting close, Feng Tang wouldn’t even let him leave a hickey.

Nanhe’s new love, a rich second-generation, didn’t mind Feng Tang’s presence. Watching the show with folded arms, he didn’t dare provoke Feng Tang, instead playing snooker nearby, saying to give them space. Everyone applauded.

People nearby were discussing, saying that people are all fickle. When faced with a bit of embarrassment, they’ll avoid it as far as possible. In their circle, talking about feelings is taboo. Even mentioning the word “serious” is like cursing. Who wants to be cursed? Forget it.

A new love is a new love, but Nanhe’s heart was still tied to Feng Tang. Unable to resist, he brought a drink over to Feng Tang. As soon as he touched his arm, Feng Tang turned away to avoid him.

Feng Tang raised his eyes and said, “I don’t want to play anymore.”

Nanhe said, “What’s going on, Tang Ge? Last time at the hotel, you clearly…”

Feng Tang frowned and said coldly, “Don’t bring that up! I wasn’t drunk that night, I was pretending. I didn’t even touch you, and you got into the act? I didn’t short you on money, but I can’t satisfy you in bed. I didn’t stop you from finding other men, so let’s just end it.”

In short, they were not dating, and Feng Tang had been more than fair. Occasionally, Feng Tang would run into men who had been involved with Nanhe, and they all felt like they were being cheated on.

Nanhe’s lips tightened, tears almost falling, and he said, “I can leave, but why…”

“Because I’ve met my true love, okay?”

Feng Tang was completely annoyed. He noticed that his family driver was somehow already waiting at the private room door.

He was startled; could it be that his elders at home hadn’t rested and were waiting for him to return?

He quickly grabbed the scarf draped over the sofa and tied it around his neck. When Nanhe reached out to grab it, Feng Tang slapped his hand away and angrily said, “I said, I, Feng Tang, am done playing!”

After saying this, Feng Tang went to open the door under everyone’s watchful eyes. Cen Qi stood up with a smile and pressed the door for him. In the hidden darkness where no one could see, Cen Qi pressed his arm against Feng Tang’s waist. Feng Tang’s brows furrowed, sobering up a bit. He realized something was wrong. The Cen family had intentions.

Lately, it had been really… one crossroad after another, a clash of peach blossoms.

All the people he attracted were some sort of monsters, not a single one to his liking.

No matter how wild and playful Feng Tang had been, he wasn’t desperate to the point of taking whatever he could get. After all the entanglements with Cen Qi, he wouldn’t get involved with him even if he were drugged someday.

He took a deep breath.

“I have someone.”

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Feng Tang: I’m not going home to sleep alone. I want I sleep with my husband~

Feng Lulin: Ah my wife’s so hard to please.