Legal Violation Chapter 7

Legal Violation

Translator: She.Wee

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Chapter 7

 

That night, Feng Lu Lin dropped Feng Tang off at the gate of his residential complex.

The night guard at the gate hadn’t rested yet. Wrapped in a coat with a lamp in hand, he came out, nodded to Feng Tang, and raised the barrier to let Feng Lu Lin in.

In this neighborhood where Feng Tang had lived since childhood, the guards hadn’t changed for a long time, so they had practically watched Feng Tang grow up. Feng Tang, brought home in the middle of the night by Feng Lu Lin, felt a bizarre illusion as if he had been caught by an elder.

Instead of being afraid of this feeling, he found it exciting. So, as soon as Feng Lu Lin slowed down, Feng Tang hugged him tighter.

The motorcycle stopped steadily. Feng Tang patted his butt and got off, watching Feng Lu Lin sit upright. The motorcycle’s engine hadn’t even had time to turn off, and the exhaust pipe was still smoking.

Feng Tang suddenly felt a déjà vu, reminiscent of dating in his school days, and the thought startled him for a second. He fastened the helmet onto Feng Lu Lin’s head, patted his shoulder, and said, “Thanks. Let me know when you get home.”

Feng Lu Lin, holding the handlebars, with his vision half-obscured by the helmet, raised an eyebrow and asked, “Not letting me see you in?”

“What, planning to climb my wall in the middle of the night?”

Both of them didn’t take it seriously… just playing around. Let’s see who teases whom more successfully.

Feng Tang took a deep breath, shivering from the cold. He smiled, though his tone was very serious, “Second row of townhouses, don’t use the front door. Climb up to the second floor, third window on the left, that’s my room.”

“Got it. Second floor, right?”

Feng Lu Lin nodded. The streetlight’s glow outlined his face beautifully, “Give me some time. I’ll practice climbing for a few days.”

Mentioning exercise made Feng Tang picture the muscles on Feng Lu Lin’s back. His throat tightened, and he quickly stopped thinking about it. This guy was a tough nut to crack, not worth pondering more.

In the early hours, there weren’t many people on the streets, and the occasional car passing the complex’s gate sounded especially loud.

Seeing Feng Tang in a daze, Feng Lu Lin said, “The second floor is easy to climb. Back in school, I could go up to the third floor in one go. You can sleep soundly; I’ll bring you breakfast early in the morning.”

Feng Tang’s lips curled up, “Stop it. I still have some scores to settle with you.”

Feng Lu Lin reminded, “I’m three years older than you.”

Feng Tang retorted, “So what? Whoever’s tougher is the big brother!”

Seeing Feng Tang’s cocky demeanor, Feng Lu Lin laughed. Great, this guy had once crashed a bike into a tree and hurt his arm, forcing his friends to go vegetarian with him. Better not mess with him.

Feng Tang, arms crossed, wandered in a circle, suddenly reached out to pinch Feng Lu Lin’s face, then quickly ran off, throwing back a line:

“Dream on if you think you can pinch my face for free!”

Feng Lu Lin sat there, his face stinging from Feng Tang’s pinch, likely turning red from the pain. Grimacing, he watched Feng Tang’s retreating figure, then smiled. He suddenly thought Feng Tang, when he smiled, was still like that kid from two years ago, just a teenager.

All because he grabbed Feng Tang’s face while investigating an accident tonight, and now he was getting payback.

Is that it? Like a cat scratch.

This round of late-night motorcycling, running the whole way like “flying through the streets,” had been a full sensory experience that nearly took Feng Tang’s life.

It was an experience of feeling the wind and the rain… a man’s romance.

Feng Lu Lin’s motorcycle skills were top-notch, no need to say more. The wind blew like knives, almost deafening him, and his blood seemed to freeze. Feng Tang’s heart raced, and he needed to get home quickly for a hot bath.

After getting cleaned up, Feng Tang lay in bed, feeling like dawn was almost here. He took out his phone and, sure enough, there was no message from Feng Lu Lin about reaching home.

He stared at the screen absentmindedly for a while, then deleted a selfie message from Xiao Nanhe without even opening it.

He finally understood what “karma” meant. When he was carelessly sowing “love” back then, he didn’t feel it. Now, when things were falling apart, he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath but was forced to. Couldn’t they part amicably? After all, it was just an ambiguous relationship. Feng Tang was troubled to death, feeling he was taking emotions too seriously again.

He shifted to a more comfortable position and, finding nothing to do before sleep, browsed through his Moments. Suddenly, he saw a post from He Qing.

It was just a photo. He Qing’s face was half-hidden in the blanket, with only his eyes showing, squinting in a smile. To Feng Tang, it looked very pretentious. Next to him was a man’s bare shoulder with a few scratch marks. Overall, the picture screamed “afterwards.”

Feng Tang quickly saved the photo and liked the post. As soon as he refreshed, He Qing deleted it and cautiously called, “You haven’t slept yet…”

“Are you embarrassed? Thinking no one checks Moments at four or five in the morning, you post whatever?”

Feng Tang, exasperated, wanted to grab He Qing’s ear and scold him, but the distance was too far, so he continued over the phone, “Just wait. I’ll get a cybercop to take you down tomorrow!”

He Qing, tired but still smiling, said, “I just casually… Hey, don’t be mad. You’ll be like this too in the future…”

Feng Tang didn’t even bother to “haha” at him and said, “Forget it. I’m going to sleep. Haven’t rested all night. Really exhausted, I…”

He Qing, not getting it, thought for a while. When Feng Tang called earlier, it was just past midnight. Nervously, he asked, “Feng Tang, don’t worry about my cool white Benz…”

Before he could finish, Feng Tang replied, “Rode a motorcycle all night.”

“Motorcycle?!”

He Qing almost bit his tongue, remembering Feng Tang was at the traffic police squad earlier. He roared like a thunderbolt, “Damn it! Was it Feng Lu Lin? You better confess, what the hell is your relationship with him!”

“WeChat friends!”

Feng Tang almost bit the phone in frustration, thinking about Xiao Nanhe, Xiao Guan, and the emotional debts from years ago. His head ached, “Honestly, I think… I might be suited for an open relationship.”

“Haha!”

He Qing let out a cold laugh over the phone, “I think you’re suited for an orgy.’

That night, Feng Tang’s speed in cursing He Qing couldn’t keep up with He Qing’s speed in hanging up the phone.

He sat on his bed staring at his phone in a daze, gritting his teeth in frustration. He admitted that in the first half of his life, he had been too frivolous and played around too much, incurring emotional debts. But, in all honesty, he had never truly hurt anyone.

He remembered a male college student who used to cling to him in bars, asking if he had ever been sincere.

Feng Tang said no. The student laughed, calling Feng Tang heartless. A male host pouring drinks nearby said that being overly affectionate is actually being heartless, and that Feng Tang was simply unfeeling.

Lan Zhou, holding a cup, laughed as well, saying, “You all don’t understand; he’s actually devoted.”

At the time, Feng Tang listened in a daze, feeling confused. Devoted? That’s just a pretense. His sexual orientation? It was his own business.

After parting ways with Feng Lu Lin, Feng Tang was busy for the next few workdays and naturally didn’t have time to go to the traffic police squad to retrieve his car. He Qing didn’t ask him about it either.

On the surface, Feng Tang was indeed playing cards with the rich young men at the club, making enough money in a day to equal Feng Lu Lin’s monthly salary in tea money. But behind the scenes, he was keeping up with a lot of city news. Word was that some real estate developers were privately filling islands to sell housing, and the authorities were cracking down, putting billions of yuan in projects at risk.

This was a significant matter, and Feng Tang had to spend his days at the club listening to the gossip.

There were always some half-baked friends making outrageous comments, enough to make one wonder what kind of grudge they had against their elders to be so reckless as to risk their own positions.

Cen Qi had gotten into trouble and was grounded by his father, leaving no time to hang out with them. With the main player absent, the remaining people couldn’t help but gossip, even a group of men couldn’t avoid their nature.

Occasionally, when someone brought a companion, someone would cheekily ask, “Hey, why does this one look different from the last one?”

Feng Tang and He Qing were in the car business, and with Lan Zhou’s family in investment, they knew many second-generation rich kids who were into cars. Sometimes, they would bring an outsider into the club, who would have to pay Cen Qi a fifty thousand yuan membership fee, ostensibly for “construction costs,” but really just for the status.

Feng Tang would always squint as he watched them pay Cen Qi. Now that Cen Qi wasn’t around, the money went into another guy’s pocket.

This club was built with Cen Qi’s money and had little to do with the politically connected families of Feng Tang and his friends. They hadn’t paid any membership fees and were just there to play cards. Cen Qi had just been taken away by the traffic police last week, and today another person showed up at the club, a motorcyclist named Xia Yitiao, with an out-of-town accent.

Initially, Feng Tang found the name interesting and didn’t pay much attention. But then Lan Zhou nudged him, whispering, “Motorcycles, huh? Impressive. Some even dare to hit the highways, that’s real daredevil stuff… I’ll ask He Qing if he wants to try something new.”

Before Feng Tang could glare at him, Lan Zhou exclaimed, “Hey, I’m talking about bikes, what are you thinking? I still want to live a few more years. By the way, most motorcycles aren’t expensive, but a MIDUAL Type 1 can be worth two of your Audis.”

“Money, money, money! All you think about is money!”

Feng Tang scolded, twisting Lan Zhou’s ear, and was about to get up to make tea when the private room door opened, and Xia Yitiao walked in with another person.

The person behind was cursing, “Damn it, everyone’s got nothing better to do than keep an eye on me, even tighter than my dad! If my seventh master wants to die on any road, that’s his business!”

What the hell? Feng Tang turned to look at Lan Zhou, who also looked back in surprise. Had Cen Qi returned?

Lan Zhou covered his face, suppressing a laugh. When the three of them were at their most unruly, they never spoke like this… what kind of spoiled brats were these?

Xia Yitiao was tall and clean-looking, speaking fluent Mandarin. Feng Tang found him quite striking but lost interest as soon as Xia Yitiao followed Cen Qi into the room. But since they’d be spending a lot of time together under the same roof, dealing cards and drinking, he decided to stay wary.

Cen Qi led Xia Yitiao in, found a soft chair, and leaned back, while an older woman, at least five or six years his senior, lit a cigarette for him.

Very particular, no lighter, just matches.

Feng Tang had asked why, and Cen Qi, eyes closed and swaying, had said it was for the natural feel… living life, after all, is about being natural!

As soon as the cigarette was lit, everyone in the room started taking out their own. Feng Tang had a cigarette ready but unlit. Cen Qi, after subtly criticizing the city’s patrol team, complained that his supercars from that night had been scratched and needed touch-ups from He Qing’s shop.

Feng Tang bit his cigarette and smiled, while Lan Zhou, dealing cards, said, “Alright, I’ll handle it for you! Also, have your car checked to see if it’s missing any parts, have him fix it up for you.”

Cen Qi’s movements paused, and the room’s atmosphere grew tense.

He swallowed and said, “No need to fix it… I’ll just buy a new one.”

Feng Tang waved his cigarette towards Cen Qi, “Buy whatever you like. Pick anything from He Qing’s shop.”

Everyone knew that a few years ago, when Cen Qi first came, he aimed to get into the luxury car business, spending on imports and dealerships, claiming he’d compete with He Qing for supplies. When the two clashed, He Qing’s partner came in, leveled the playing field, and even took the upper hand, leaving Cen Qi with nothing and obediently going back to his family’s liquor business. With the recent crackdown, high-end liquor was hard to sell, and without much to do, he just played around.

That Feng Tang could peacefully coexist with him in the same room was a miracle. If it weren’t for a few familiar faces and needing to keep an eye on these troublemakers for Liu Lianzhu, he wouldn’t put up with this.

After a moment of silence, the conversation resumed awkwardly. Feng Tang lit a piece of agarwood in his cigarette, feeling the air in the room improve.

Looking at Cen Qi, he recalled the night he left the squad, thinking about holding Feng Lu Lin that night.

Feng Tang exhaled a puff of smoke, took out his phone, and felt its warmth in his hand.

He opened WeChat, clicked on Feng Lu Lin’s chat, and sent a news link.

Fun: “Wife scratches police motorcycle with car, husband hugs traffic cop and kisses him”

Feng Tang checked the time, 9 PM, probably off duty. Less than a minute later, Feng Lu Lin replied with another news link.

Bubble Hall: “Heartwarming! Beauty gives umbrella to traffic cop in rainstorm and jogs away”

Feng Tang gritted his teeth and replied: “Xinjiang man caught drunk driving, kisses traffic cop shouting ‘I love you guys'”

Bubble Hall: “Spiderman doll stuck outside car is fun and quirky, but getting caught by the traffic cop is even more fun”

Feng Tang couldn’t find another news story for the moment and cursed under his breath. Then Feng Lu Lin sent another link.

Bubble Hall: “City man detained and fined for venting and insulting traffic cop on social media”

Feng Tang held his phone, his face darkening. How could he lose so badly when he initiated contact with Feng Lu Lin?

This was really strange.

“Chen Xiang Long She… this agarwood smells great! Here, light one up. No secondhand smoke smell at all.” Lan Zhou finished spreading the agarwood and counted how much was left in the jars.

He glanced at Feng Tang, noticing his odd expression, staring at his phone with a half-smile. Lan Zhou quickly asked, “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

Feng Tang put his phone down, gritted his teeth, and cursed, “My virtual pet is about to die, needs some discipline.”

What Feng Tang didn’t know was that Feng Lu Lin wasn’t off duty, just on a break.

Feng Lu Lin smiled at his phone for a while, then put it back in his pocket.

This winter turning to spring, post-Spring Festival travel rush had ended, and citizens from satellite towns were flooding into the city, causing traffic jams like “Mahjong tiles.” Without exceptional command skills, the crossroad chaos was unmanageable.

Feng Lu Lin led the patrol team with five motorcycles, responsible for checking the city center.

After dropping Feng Tang off and sleeping for a while, he woke up at five in the morning and couldn’t fall back asleep.

This had been his habit for many years, waking up at five regardless of how late he went to bed, unable to sleep in. Sent to Shaolin Temple as a child for a few years, waking up at five was routine, his spoiled habits thoroughly corrected. Later, in military school, his adaptability to collective life was nearly perfect.

Tonight, the city was launching “Thunder Operation”.

 

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Hey guys it’s SheWee!!

 

Feng Tang and Feng Lulin being lovey dovey meanwhile I am translating their love story being single as fuck.

*Cries in single*