Legal Violation
Translator: She.Wee
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Chapter 4: Extreme Dryness
After Feng Lu Lin finished speaking, his breathing grew heavier.
Even after those words ended, his breath lingered close to Feng Tang’s ear. Just before Feng Tang pushed him away with his elbow, Feng Lu Lin could clearly feel Feng Tang trembling…
With both anger and a hint of reluctance.
Feng Tang’s reddened ears, exposed under the streetlight, seemed to reveal his emotions from head to toe.
In fact, Feng Lu Lin first saw Feng Tang two years ago.
He remembered seeing a photo in a colleague’s WeChat Moments, taken outside a funeral hall. The background was all white, with a few people paying their respects.
Feng Tang had a mourning band wrapped around his head, standing beside Liu Lizhu, chin raised, talking to an elder next to him.
At that time, Feng Tang was about twenty-one or twenty-two, not fully grown, with hair swept to the sides and dyed dark brown. He looked like a pampered young master, quite different from now.
The second time they met was at the gate of Feng Lu Lin’s family home.
On the twenty-ninth of the lunar month, a rainy night.
After Feng Tang’s father’s funeral, the city units finished their end-of-year tasks and started their holidays. Feng Wangang took a car back to his hometown.
Despite the six or seven hundred kilometers, Feng Tang only brought a driver and followed Feng Wangang all the way, even off the highway exit, without being noticed. Until the car carrying Feng Wangang turned to the station to pick up Feng Lu Lin, who had just returned from the army for the Spring Festival holiday.
Feng Lu Lin, with his military background, was extremely sensitive to tailing movements and highly vigilant. As soon as he reached the gate of the Feng family courtyard, he got out of the car early, got soaked in the rain, opened the back door to grab an umbrella, and escorted Feng Wangang into the house.
When the driver went to park the car, everyone in the Feng family was already preparing to start the reunion dinner inside. Feng Lu Lin, wearing a black down jacket, covering half his face, went to the yard, switched off the power to the two red lanterns at the gate, and grabbed the intruder.
“Who are you!” Feng Tang instinctively groaned in pain.
Feng Lu Lin’s knee pressed against the back of Feng Tang’s thigh, causing such pain that Feng Tang nearly knelt!
He reflexively wrapped his arms tightly around Feng Lu Lin’s to restrain them, breathing heavily, sensing a medicinal scent surrounding his nose.
“Young Master Feng,”
He only heard a hoarse, almost unpleasant male voice next to his ear: “This is a private residence, no trespassing.”
Feng Lu Lin’s throat was bandaged due to an injury from a blunt object during training, which had caused an external throat injury. So, when he tightly held Feng Tang from behind, his throat was still wrapped in gauze.
Precisely because of this, he dared to speak out.
“Who the hell are you!”
Feng Tang struggled hard under his grip, and Feng Lu Lin applied more force with his knee, causing Feng Tang to bend his legs, unable to stand, gasping for breath.
Feng Lu Lin said again: “The car accident before the New Year had nothing to do with Director Feng, I warn you to back off early.”
His voice was so broken that it was almost drowned out by the heavy rain.
“Let Feng Wangang out…” Before Feng Tang could finish, his mouth was covered by Feng Lu Lin’s hand.
In front of them was the pitch-black alley entrance of the Feng family courtyard, with the emergency lights of the car Feng Tang brought still on, and the driver anxiously waiting inside. Behind them was the Feng family’s reunion dinner filled with constant laughter and joy.
Both were backlit, unable to see each other’s faces.
A strong medicinal scent mixed with the heavy rain’s dull smell emanated from Feng Lu Lin’s neck. His voice was excessively hoarse: “It’s one in the morning. Chairman Liu is still waiting for you at home.”
It was a blatant threat, yet the man said it like a whisper.
“Mm! Let…” Upon hearing this, Feng Tang’s body trembled, struggling violently, “Let me go!”
“A frightened bird.”
Feng Lu Lin sneered, absent-mindedly mocking, his breath quickening.
He could barely hold Feng Tang anymore.
At that critical time, indeed someone was monitoring Liu Lizhu, but Feng Lu Lin was just bluffing. It worked remarkably well, as Feng Tang immediately dared not move.
“At the second fork in the alley, there’s a black Crown parked. It will take you back to the highway.”
He paused and added: “Don’t come again.”
After speaking, Feng Lu Lin slowly released his grip.
The brim of his hood was so wide that it shielded his head from the rain and kept Feng Tang dry as well.
That night, beside the damp grass outside the Feng family courtyard, under the extinguished red lanterns, as soon as Feng Lu Lin loosened his grip, Feng Tang bit his hand. It happened to be at the base of the thumb, and both could smell the blood.
Inside the courtyard, the fish tank was nearly frozen, yet it was still raining.
The sound of the water was so loud that Feng Tang almost went deaf, but he only remembered the breathing of this stranger and the whispers amidst the surrounding noise.
Later, when he returned to the city, he couldn’t find out if Feng Wangang had a son, only that his wife died early and he hadn’t remarried since moving to the city.
Ignoring the blood on his hand, Feng Lu Lin released Feng Tang and pushed him towards the alley, then turned back to close the courtyard door.
Feng Tang stumbled, nearly falling, and when he looked back, he saw the man in black disappearing into the rainy night.
Disappearing behind the heavy courtyard door.
Once inside, Feng Lu Lin leaned against the door, pulled off his hood, and looked at his palm in a daze.
He didn’t dodge the rain but stood in the courtyard.
Watching the heavy rain pour, he suddenly thought of the brightly colored koi fish in the tank.
Just now, he had held Feng Tang in his arms, back to chest.
The man had his back hunched, with his spine slightly protruding under his neck, causing him pain.
It felt like he was holding a dying swallowtail butterfly in his arms.
He also admitted that his grip on Feng Tang’s mouth was somewhat out of control.
Feng Tang struggled, dodged, but all within his palm… fragile yet tenacious.
In the following months after returning to the city, Feng Tang looked everywhere. Some said Feng Wangang had a son, some said he had a daughter, but nothing else could be found. The city’s higher-ups didn’t communicate as frequently as in TV dramas, and Feng Tang rarely interacted with Feng Wangang’s system, making it really tricky.
Being in a high position, Feng Tang couldn’t investigate thoroughly, so he cast a wide net, but didn’t catch even half a fish.
Not only did he look into Feng Wangang, but he also investigated everyone else who might be connected to his father’s car accident, all to no avail.
On the road where his father had the accident, Feng Tang often drove there to smoke, one cigarette after another, never forgetting that it was Feng Wangang who was ordered to personally come and take his father away. Out of three black Passats, it was precisely the middle one that had the incident.
Regarding that time at the Feng family’s door when he was held and beaten…
He only remembered that man’s voice was so unpleasant it hurt. Yes, hurt, the kind that makes you gasp in pain with the slightest pressure.
The man’s nose was also very straight.
Every time he spoke close to his ear, the tip of the man’s nose would brush against his cheek, hard and sharp.
He had seen the assistants and some people at home in photos, but most of them didn’t match the height.
Moisture, the smell of medicine.
And the fine sweat on both of them that night, the sound of rain.
Two years passed, and Feng Tang became more indifferent, also tired. Plus, Liu Lizhu almost strictly forbade him from intervening in matters related to his father’s lifetime affairs, so Feng Tang gave up and stopped investigating.
When he had nothing to do, Feng Tang would occasionally think idly.
Today, he remembered being caught at someone else’s door.
Even though it had been two years, Feng Tang always felt it happened just yesterday. Leaning back in his chair, he took out a stick of aloeswood, inserted it into his cigarette, and started smoking. In his haze, he remembered Feng Lu Lin.
A familiar feeling.
But if he tried to think of something interesting, Feng Tang would always recall that embarrassing night at the bar entrance…
The words Feng Lu Lin said were like a lightning bolt.
It struck Feng Tang so hard he was tender inside and out.
He wanted to curse Feng Lu Lin and himself… Old ginger is indeed spicier! If I can’t provoke him, can’t I avoid him!
Just roll with the punches; even if Feng Lu Lin wanted to develop another relationship with him, he should see if he had the ability.
He Qing was an annoying person who enjoyed watching the drama and had already been claimed.
That night he not only ran away but also lay in his boyfriend’s arms at home and called to yell, “Feng Tang! Let me tell you, a diligent and hard-working police officer is a great catch! I have many cars, and I’ll be your matchmaker!”
“Matchmaker my ass, don’t cause him trouble.”
Feng Tang listened to He Qing’s ruckus with a dark face: “Look at him, he’s not only good-looking but also… hey, don’t grab my phone!”
A man coughed next to He Qing, making Feng Tang’s heart pound. It must have been He Qing’s boyfriend taking the phone.
Feng Tang quickly hung up and cursed with his eyes closed, what kind of matchmaker is this, you might as well use a steel wire.
After the Lantern Festival, the city’s high alert for the Spring Festival relaxed. Feng Tang finally had some free time and went to the club for afternoon tea to discuss business.
Recently, the provincial government wanted to move south to Nanyan Line again for the review of a case that had already been moved a few years ago. If it moved south again, the city center would have to relocate, causing housing prices, traffic, and everything to turn chaotic, another storm.
A new airport was also built on the south line.
Whenever it involved aviation construction, all industries in the city focused on the Feng family.
With his sensitive status, everything was difficult. Feng Tang didn’t even dare to bring cash when playing cards with his brothers.
Each person handed over fifty thousand yuan to the oldest brother’s assistant for safekeeping, and the winnings and losses would be deducted from there. When they stopped playing, they would take out the remaining balance.
Feng Tang’s car was stuck at the intersection. Fortunately, it wasn’t rush hour, so he slowly moved forward, stepping on the brake.
As he looked up, he saw Feng Lu Lin today with a belt tied around his waist and a whistle in his mouth, standing in the booth.
What kind of person is this?
Holding a whistle like a cigarette, yet full of energy and spirit, standing tall and proud.
Forget it, Feng Tang thought his luck was bad and he hadn’t checked the calendar before leaving.
Last time by the moat, they both confusedly came out to each other, and after that, Feng Lu Lin never called him again, and Feng Tang didn’t contact him either.
Feng Tang’s heart itched, but he got angry whenever he thought about it, really encountering a tough nut!
Those little officials and Xiaonanhe, Feng Tang didn’t contact anymore. Every now and then he received a text directly with a room number, very straightforward. He occasionally stopped his car under the hotel just to see which man would walk into the room left for him if he didn’t go that night.
Being infatuated didn’t mean much to him, and the possibility of it happening to him was zero.
The traffic started moving again. Feng Tang revved the engine forward a bit, only two or three cars left before he passed the booth, getting closer to Feng Lu Lin.
Feng Lu Lin took a bottle of mineral water handed over by a colleague next to him and drank half of it, his Adam’s apple moving.
Then he wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, patted the dust off his sleeve, and came down from the booth to let his colleague take over his shift.
Standing straight by the booth, he observed the traffic in all directions without moving.
Recently, the team had been under tight supervision with a new batch of portable early warning patrol robots to be adopted and added pedestrian red-light exposure platforms, and there was no end to the tasks.
Although his usual temperament was easygoing, once he put on the police uniform and stood on duty, Feng Lu Lin was one hundred percent focused, fully immersed in his work.
Suddenly, as Feng Tang was staring intently, he saw a red Jaguar in the queue ahead roll down its window, and a woman’s hand stretched out from inside.
The hand was plump and jade-like, with a bracelet on the wrist, rings shining, and nails painted bright red.
The hand waved at Feng Lu Lin, who nodded slightly, placed his hand sideways on the baton, and walked over.
Then, a card-like thing appeared between the fingers of that hand and was lightly slipped into Feng Lu Lin’s pocket.
“Beep—”
In broad daylight, what was this?
Feng Tang didn’t care about any cameras, instinctively honking the horn loudly.
It was only after he honked that he realized what he had done. His face heated up, and he almost banged his head against the steering wheel in embarrassment. So stupid!
The driver of the car next to him rolled down the window, glanced at Feng Tang, and then slowly rolled it back up. Honking in the city center in front of traffic police, did he want to be fined?
Feng Lu Lin turned his head in this direction, scrutinized for a while, saluted, pressed the recorder on his chest, and walked over with his book.
His colleague saw there was an offender and quickly directed other cars to bypass Feng Tang’s car.
The directing stick lit up, Feng Lu Lin pressed his book on the car window and held a pen, “I remember you only have three points left.”
Feng Tang’s face didn’t look good, staring at Feng Lu Lin’s pocket, “Three points for an autograph from you, not a loss.”
Feng Lu Lin paused, tore off the ticket, handed it to the driver’s seat, and smiled without saying a word.
Then, he put the pen back in his chest pocket, “By the way, violators must expose their behavior in their friend circle and get twenty likes before being released.”
“What did you say?” Feng Tang was dumbfounded.
Feng Lu Lin unfolded the city’s new regulations and handed them to him, “New traffic rules, please review.”
Feng Tang closed his eyes, regretting not setting up friend groups in WeChat earlier. So embarrassing.
“Post it,” Feng Lu Lin stood straight, smiling, adding, “twenty likes.”
“Alright, I’ll post it.”
Feng Tang gritted his teeth, feeling like piercing Feng Lu Lin’s little epaulette eight hundred times with a spike.
A moment after posting a friend circle, with the content: Hello everyone, I honked at xx intersection and was caught for a violation. Hereby exposing myself. Hope everyone takes a lesson and travels safely, following traffic rules.
The comment below “needs twenty likes,” Feng Tang stared at the screen, unable to send it out.
Feng Tang’s WeChat had many contacts, but no one dared to like his post. The two stood at the intersection for ten minutes, only fifteen likes.
Feng Tang’s face turned completely dark.
He patiently blocked a bunch of elders, but couldn’t avoid some annoying peers taking screenshots. Although he had a background, he didn’t dare to challenge this situation. Feng Lu Lin understood, watching him block people without saying anything, just smiling. When it reached seventeen likes, he took a look and nodded, then raised the directing stick, signaling passage.
“Cleared,” Feng Lu Lin finished, saluted, raising an eyebrow, “See you at the next intersection.”
Feng Tang looked at his despicable attitude and felt an urge to punch him. Then, he grabbed the ticket and took a closer look. He almost spat out blood!
The traffic officer’s signature was “Feng Lu Lin” with a heart next to it.
A small, solid heart.
Feng Tang’s face remained expressionless, but inside, his heart was pounding. How dare he tease me?
He vaguely sensed that things were spiraling out of control. But he and Feng Lu Lin had only met twice and hadn’t even exchanged WeChat.
There had been no movement for the past few days, and Feng Tang thought he had come to his senses.
Who doesn’t like someone pure and obedient? Why come here looking for trouble?
But what was with today’s incident?
Feng Tang stared at the figure in the booth, feeling like he was going to die from anger one day.
Finally, when he reached his destination, Feng Tang had time to check his phone. It vibrated in the armrest compartment with a new WeChat notification—someone wanted to add him as a friend.
With a dark expression, Feng Tang opened it. As expected, it was him! A black profile picture, the WeChat name “F,” and a very cool verification message: “It’s me.”
You, you, you, who the hell are you?
Feng Tang’s mood had just improved a bit, but now he was irritated again. However, his hands acted on their own, approving the friend request to see what this jerk was up to.
After adding Feng Lu Lin on WeChat, the first thing Feng Tang did was check his Moments. He could only see posts from the last three days and found nothing. Feng Tang waited half a day without receiving a message from Feng Lu Lin. Feeling a surge of anger, he was about to delete him when he noticed a new notification in Moments.
Feng Tang opened it—it was a like from Feng Lu Lin on his post about the traffic violation, which he hadn’t had time to delete. Feng Lu Lin’s like was exactly the twentieth.
Closing his eyes, Feng Tang took a deep breath to calm down.
Fine, you want to play?
Before he could calm down, He Qing sent several WeChat messages, flooding his screen.
The last one was a picture of a pot of old duck soup with a heartfelt message: “Forward this duck, and you can start your business tomorrow.”
Feng Tang felt stifled.
That afternoon, he had delivered some documents to the office for Liu Lizhu, then rushed to the specialty market and jade shop to buy some items, which he packaged and sent to his grandparents. In the evening, his friends at the club had arranged a dinner.
They joked that the event wouldn’t start without Feng Tang, and if any deal fell through, it would be his fault.
They said it in jest, but Feng Tang couldn’t help feeling uneasy. He hadn’t joined the system when he entered society to be able to do his own thing later. But once he touched the business world, he found he couldn’t just throw money around like those second-generation rich kids.
Rolling a die, Feng Tang placed his teacup on the glass table as the young master of a provincial liquor group began dealing cards, saying boldly, “Young Master Tang, I heard He Qing’s store got a new batch of sports cars?”
“Haven’t heard him say,” Feng Tang lifted his head, shifting to a comfortable position, “With the strict inspections recently, still buying sports cars?”
Cen Qi laughed, “Ah, Young Master Tang, you mean the new patrol officer in the district. I know him.”
“Yeah, very strict… He made significant contributions to traffic control in the city. A new official burning with zeal,” said a man lighting a cigarette, laughing after speaking.
Feng Tang lifted his eyes without looking at him, addressing Cen Qi, “What do you know?”
“He used to be in the military, just transferred here. Competing to show off, I guess? Violations everywhere he goes. Hey, Young Master Tang, last time you…”
Cen Qi stopped mid-sentence, realizing his slip, and quickly patted his own mouth, “Not saying anymore. My loose lips, spoiling the fun!”
Feng Tang’s face remained expressionless, “Oh, you seem quite interested.”
Cen Qi shuddered, falling silent.
The man who had lit the cigarette spoke slowly, “Young Master Tang, I’ll book one of those new cars from He Qing’s store. When it arrives, let’s race?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Zhou, who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed, accidentally knocked over a teacup on the glass table.
Suppressing his anger, Feng Tang’s eyes blazed.
A waiter knocked and entered to clean up the broken pieces.
Lan Zhou ignored the fallen cup, turning slightly to block Feng Tang’s view, smiling, “If you want to race, go ahead. Feng Tang hasn’t raced in a long time. Everyone knows the rule.”
He emphasized the last few words, and Feng Tang nodded, placing a hand on Lan Zhou’s arm, “It’s been too long, maybe everyone forgot. It’s fine! Is the new tea ready?”
It indeed had been too long.
It had been two years since Feng Tang’s father died in a car accident. Including the subsequent intensive investigation and handover, it had been almost two and a half years.
In these two years, Feng Tang had practically grown up overnight.
He knew that after his father passed, his mother’s position wasn’t necessarily secure, and the whole family would rely on him to find another way out.
Fortunately, his father had been upright during his life. After Liu Lizhu was investigated, she remained in her position. Two years of various meetings passed, with the city’s leadership changing several times, and after a couple of quiet promotions and demotions, things finally relaxed a bit.
Since that car accident two years ago, Feng Tang had developed an unconscious physiological aversion to racing, avoiding He Qing’s occasional gatherings.
He had privately investigated the incident, but the results were always the same—it was an accident.
It really was just an accident.
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