Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 446 Ice and Fire

Li Jian also felt that Lin Xiaoye was a bit pitiful.

My husband works as a government employee, but his salary isn't enough to cover household expenses.

Like Yang Zhen, he was also a low-paid worker, but the pressure of supporting his family was immense.

This is also the current situation for many people on Hong Kong Island.

They earn a lot, but they also spend a lot.

no way.

Hong Kong Island has a developed financial sector, but its real estate market is equally developed.

With limited land and a large population, high rents, high utilities, and high prices of goods lead to a persistently high cost of living, driving many people to suicide every year.

Families like Lin Xiaoye's are just a microcosm of the countless families on Hong Kong Island.

After dinner.

Li Jian leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

Lin Xiaoye, who was mopping the floor, saw this and, without hesitation, said to Weiwei, who was still watching cartoons, "Weiwei, it's time to do your homework."

Weiwei's little face fell: "Oh? I have to do homework? No, Mommy!"

Without giving a chance to argue, Lin Xiaoye grabbed Weiwei by the ear and dragged her into the room.

Click—Lin Xiaoye locked the door from the inside.

Lin Xiaoye walked over to Li Jian and said, "Jian, let me rub your head."

Li Jian looked at her in surprise: "You have this skill?"

Lin Xiaoye said, "I learned it before, but I haven't done it in a long time. I don't know if I've forgotten how."

Li Jian lay down and rested his head on Lin Xiaoye's lap.

Soft, warm, and fragrant.

Lin Xiaoye's pretty face flushed slightly.

To tell the truth.

Even Gao Jianxiang had never enjoyed her massage services before, but today he was actually giving them to another man.

Lin Xiaoye rolled up her sleeves and gently pressed her fingers on Li Jian's hair.

Gently knead and press with your fingers.

You know what, Lin Xiaoye's technique was quite professional, and she was very gentle.

Li Jian hummed contentedly.

Lin Xiaoye asked, "Ah Jian, how is my husband? Is he in danger?"

Poor Gao Jianxiang.

They were still in the interrogation room of the East Kowloon Major Crime Unit.

Sitting on a cold bench, enjoying the air conditioning, and drinking coffee.

He was recorded giving his statement again and again.

From yesterday until now, my back and waist have been aching from sitting so much.

Most importantly, he fought several times with Chen Changmin, and his body was covered in bruises, with gauze wrapped around his head.

And his wife.

She cooked and massaged other men, and even provided them with more intimate services.

Upon hearing this, Li Jian said, "You mean Gao Jianxiang? He's fine now, he's safe now, but he probably won't keep his job."

Lin Xiaoye's fingers trembled slightly.

She had expected her husband to be in trouble, but she never imagined it would be this bad.

The husband's job is an important source of income for the family. If Gao Jianxiang loses his job, the three of them will be left with nothing.

Lin Xiaoye took a deep breath and asked, "Jian, can you tell me what exactly happened to Jianxiang?"

Li Jian closed his eyes slightly, tilted his head gently, and the back of his head sank into a warm and soft place.

Lin Xiaoye's legs were together, and her skin, through the thin fabric, conveyed just the right amount of warmth.

It wasn't too stiff, nor too soft; it fit him perfectly, as if the angle had been specially adjusted for him.

Lin Xiaoye noticed his movements but didn't make a sound. She simply gently played with his hair, her fingertips occasionally brushing against his temples with a soothing touch, like a breeze rippled across the water.

Lin Xiaoye carried a faint fragrance, not a strong perfume, but a light lavender scent left by fabric softener, mixed with the warmth emanating from her body, making people unconsciously relax.

Lin Xiaoye's breathing was very light, his chest rose and fell slowly, and his head swayed slightly along with it, the rhythm as steady as the beat of a lullaby.

Lin Xiaoye's fingertips would occasionally linger in his hair for a moment, as if silently asking, "Is this comfortable?"

But Lin Xiaoye never actively broke the tranquility, simply letting him lean on her, as if this was her most natural posture—inclusive, tender, like a silent harbor.

Without a second thought, Li Jian told Lin Xiaoye about what Gao Jianxiang had been up to these past few days.

When Lin Xiaoye heard that Gao Jianxiang had hit someone, buried the body, and was outwitting Chen Changmin, her fingers involuntarily stopped.

"So many things have happened to Jianxiang. I have to call him and ask him about it."

Li Jian grabbed Lin Xiaoye's hand and said, "It's no use. He's in isolation and under investigation right now, and no one can contact him. Let's wait until tomorrow; it should be over by then."

Lin Xiaoye was in a state of utter confusion.

Her mood is very complicated.

On one hand, it was because she had cheated on Li Jian with someone else, and on the other hand, she was also blaming herself.

She felt she had not fulfilled her responsibilities as a wife.

"It's all my fault. I didn't even realize how much Jianxiang had been going through. I even did things that I felt guilty about. I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Jian cut him off.

Li Jian held her hand.

"Xiaoye, you've worked hard."

Lin Xiaoye placed her hands on Li Jian's back and began to massage him again: "Jian, thank you."

Li Jian felt refreshed and invigorated.

There's a difference between those who have studied it and those who haven't.

Although Sister Feng and the others had also given her massages, they were not quite as good as Lin Xiaoye's.

Li Jian took a deep breath.

It seems that winning over Lin Xiaoye back then was a very wise decision.

Look at other people.

Since moving in, the house has been kept spotless, and they can even make more than a dozen different dishes from a single spare rib, with flavors comparable to those of a five-star Michelin chef.

What Li Jian was most satisfied with was the massage.

When you get home from get off work, having a beautiful woman give you a massage will wash away all the fatigue of the day.

Moreover, this beautiful woman is all-natural and pollution-free, so there's no need to worry about her contracting any unclean lesions.

I enjoyed the 999 Emperor Package.

Early the next morning.

Li Jian just opened his eyes.

The beautiful Lin Xiaoye brought breakfast to the bedside.

Li Jian wanted to stay in bed longer.

However, Lin Xiaoye's "Good Morning Call" service was so thorough that Li Jian immediately lost his sleepiness.

I'm having breakfast.

Lin Xiaoye's phone rang.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Gao Jianxiang.

Lin Xiaoye quickly wiped her mouth with a tissue, calmed herself down, and asked, "Jianxiang, where are you?"

Gao Jianxiang's voice came through: "Wife, I've already resigned."

Although she already knew the news, Lin Xiaoye still felt a bit choked up when Gao Jianxiang said it himself.

My perfectly good job as a police officer was gone just like that.

Lin Xiaoye glanced at Li Jian.

If it weren't for him, I would be sleeping on the streets right now.

"If you've quit, then quit. We can find other jobs."

Lin Xiaoye comforted her.

Gao Jianxiang was initially quite nervous, but hearing his wife's relaxed tone, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Wife, could you come back for a visit? I want to rebury my mother."

Lin Xiaoye looked at Li Jian and asked for his opinion.

Li Jian nodded.

They're not divorced yet, so it's not right for Li Jian to monopolize someone else's wife; that would be too immoral.