Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 274 The door opens

The living room lights were off, and the balcony was shrouded in a hazy night.

The neon lights in the distance shimmered with colorful light, shining through the windows onto the balcony and illuminating the entire space with a mysterious and romantic glow.

A cool night breeze gently swept by, bringing a refreshing scent, as if shutting out the noise of the outside world.

Mrs. Li sat on the sofa, holding a wine glass in her hand. The wine in the glass shimmered alluringly under the neon lights.

Priscilla Chan's singing echoed in her ears, and the familiar melody seemed to evoke memories deep in her heart.

Her gaze softened, and her previously tense body gradually relaxed.

The rich aroma of red wine spread across her tongue, carrying a slightly intoxicating warmth that gradually lowered her guard.

Her gaze involuntarily fell upon Li Jian, her eyes softening with tenderness and trust. Her voice was low and gentle, tinged with emotion: "This song... I haven't heard it in a long time."

Li Jian smiled slightly, gazing at her tenderly: "Yes, some songs always remind us of many things. Ah Zhen, let bygones be bygones; what matters is the present and the future."

Mrs. Li nodded gently, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

Her fingers unconsciously traced the rim of the glass, a sense of relief creeping into her eyes. She said softly, "Thank you, Jian. Tonight... was truly special."

Li Jian gently took Mrs. Li's hand, and the warmth from his palm made her slightly startled. Mrs. Li frowned slightly and subconsciously struggled a little, but found that Li Jian's hand was holding her tightly and she couldn't break free at all.

She glanced at him and, seeing the determination in his eyes, stopped struggling and let him hold her hand.

The wine bottle on the table was empty, and Mrs. Li's cheeks were flushed, like the sunset reflecting on her fair skin, making her look exceptionally radiant. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of languor and charm.

Looking at her, Li Jian's heart stirred. He stretched out his arm and pulled Mrs. Li into his embrace. Caught off guard, Mrs. Li gasped and fell into his arms.

Her body stiffened slightly, but she quickly relaxed, leaning against his chest and listening to his strong heartbeat.

"What...what are you doing?" Mrs. Li's voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of reproach, but there was no resistance in her tone.

Li Jian looked down at her, his eyes gentle yet firm: "Ah Zhen, I don't want to miss you again."

Mrs. Li's face flushed even more, like a ripe apple. She gently punched his chest, her voice tinged with shyness: "You... how can you be so domineering?"

Li Jian smiled, his tone slightly teasing: "Overbearing? That depends on who you're dealing with."

Mrs. Li looked up and met his gaze, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible: "Li Jian, I... I don't know whether I should believe you."

Li Jian gripped her hand tightly, his tone sincere and firm: "Ah Zhen, give me a chance, and give yourself a chance too. Neither of us should be bound by the past. I want to walk the road ahead with you."

A tear welled up in Mrs. Li's eyes, but she didn't let it fall.

When Mrs. Li belatedly realized what was happening, she found herself feeling dizzy and seeing stars.

"Ah Jian, how can there be two of you?"

Mrs. Li was in a daze and reached out to grab it.

But somehow, I just couldn't catch it.

Whether it was due to the alcohol or some other factor, Mrs. Li's cheeks and fair neck were visibly flushed.

Mrs. Li struggled to open her eyes. Although her gaze was somewhat unfocused, her tone carried an undeniable firmness.

Her cheeks were flushed slightly from the alcohol, and although her voice was soft, it was full of warning: "Jian, I'm warning you, don't even think about taking advantage of me while I'm drunk, or I'll kick you to death."

Her tone carried a hint of reproach, yet also a touch of playfulness, as if she were using this method to conceal the softness in her heart.

She lightly tapped Li Jian's chest with her finger; the movement, though weak, carried an undeniable sense of intimidation.

Li Jian couldn't help but laugh when he heard her words, his eyes filled with tenderness and doting affection.

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his tone relaxed and sincere: "Ah Zhen, don't worry, I, Li Jian, am not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress."

I respect you and cherish our relationship. I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable.

His gaze was sincere and firm, as if he were making a silent promise to her.

Mrs. Li looked at him, and the wariness in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a faint sense of relief.

A slight smile played on her lips, and her voice was soft: "That's more like it..."

Looking at Mrs. Li's captivating peach blossom eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering incessantly, her delicate cheeks, and the fragrance emanating from her alluring red lips.

Li Jian's mind went blank, and he simply lowered his head.

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Click—click—click—

Just as Li Jian was preparing to play "Three Variations on Plum Blossom".

suddenly.

Li Jian felt a cold, icy wind blowing behind him, as if it came from the depths of hell, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down his spine.

A chill ran down his spine, his muscles tensed involuntarily, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside him.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, his voice tinged with tension: "Damn, what's going on?"

The living room remained dimly lit, with only distant neon lights streaming in through the windows, casting shadowy shadows across the room.

An eerie atmosphere filled the air, as if something was secretly watching them.

Li Jian's gaze fell on Mr. Li's portrait on the living room wall. The photo was still hanging there, but at this moment, Mr. Li's eyes seemed colder than before, and the smile on his lips became even more eerie.

It's said that men are most likely to let their guard down when they're making love.

Li Jian's gaze swept around and landed on Xiao Long's room door.

He clearly remembered that when he first entered, the door was only slightly ajar.

But now.

The door was wide enough for one person to pass through.

"The balcony window was closed; it couldn't possibly have been blown open by the wind."

"If it wasn't blown open by the wind, then there's only one possibility: Xiaolong opened the door himself!"

Regardless of whether Xiaolong opened the door or not, Li Jian knew things were going to go wrong.

Li Jian pushed away Mrs. Li, who was still struggling, and staggered back a few steps.

He plopped down in the chair.