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Chapter 34 - Chapter 34: You’ll Never Win My Heart 

Chapter 34: You'll Never Win My Heart 

 

 

Wu Yifan let out a silent groan. *God, really? A little kiss and she's hunting me down like a criminal?* He turned slowly, forcing a bright, sunny smile. "Officer Fu! Fancy meeting you here—what a coincidence! How about a coffee? I know a place with great brew, cheap too. Imagine it: quiet café, good coffee, a lovely afternoon… sounds nice, right?" 

 

"Coffee's unnecessary." Fu's face was blank, as if she barely recognized him, her tone flat and official. "But you're acting suspicious. Hands up. I'm conducting a search." 

 

"Uh… I'm the security guard here. You just saw me inside, remember? And we… uh… talked," Wu said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He hoped she'd take the hint—let it go. 

 

"出示身份证 (Show your ID) and submit to a search," Fu repeated, her voice sharp. A faint flush colored her cheeks, but she masked it with a scowl. Inside, she was seething. *How dare he act like nothing happened?* That kiss replayed in her mind—his lips, his hands on her waist, the way her heart had raced. She'd waited outside Infinity for twenty minutes, seething, determined to make him pay. 

 

Wu pulled out his ID, handing it over with a exaggeratedly gentle tone. "Junyao… I think there's been a little misunderstanding. Let's—" 

 

"Your name is Wu Yifan?" Fu cut him off, studying the ID with exaggerated care. "There's a 在逃嫌疑犯 (fugitive) with the same name. Interesting." 

 

Wu rolled his eyes. *Really? That's the best she's got?* "That's my *brother*. I'm the *good* sibling." 

 

"Is that so?" Fu挑眉, handing back the ID. "Funny—your brother's a fugitive, and you're here, acting shifty. Seems suspicious." 

 

"Are you a doctor?" Wu suddenly asked, grinning. 

 

Fu froze. "What? No. Why would I be?" 

 

"Your 姓氏 (surname) 'Fu'—it's the same as 傅山 (Fu Shan), a famous Chinese doctor from the Qing dynasty. Same character, different 写法 (writing). So if you share the surname, does that make you a doctor too?" Wu babbled, clearly stalling, his tone mocking. 

 

"Sharing a surname doesn't make us related," Fu snapped, but his words threw her off. Why was he talking about ancient doctors? 

 

"Then why assume my brother and I are both criminals?" Wu shot back, his voice rising. "You can't judge a person by their family." 

 

Fu faltered, then doubled down, pulling out handcuffs with a metallic *clink*. "Your ID looks forged. You're coming to the station for verification." She didn't wait for a response, snapping the cuffs around his wrists. 

 

"Hey! What the—" Wu yelped, but Fu ignored him, patting him down roughly, her hands lingering a little too long on his pockets. 

 

"Stop that!" Wu hissed, his face flushing. They were on a busy street—pedestrians were already staring. "This is public! Have some decency!" 

 

"Decency? You want decency after what you did in that booth?" Fu muttered, her cheeks burning. She'd meant to be tough, but every brush of her fingers against his chest sent a jolt through her—memories of their kiss flooding back. 

 

She pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tossing it to the ground and grinding it under her boot. "Contraband." 

 

"That's my *smokes*!" Wu protested. 

 

"Looks like stolen goods to me," Fu lied, pulling out his lighter, a crumpled napkin, even a loose candy wrapper—throwing them all away. Her hands lingered near his hip, and she felt something firm beneath his pants. Her breath hitched. *Stop it, stop it…* 

 

"I ought to cut *that* off," she muttered, glaring up at him, her voice sharp to hide her fluster. 

 

"Then you'd be stuck with a 守活寡 (lifetime of loneliness without a partner)," Wu shot back, grinning. He couldn't help it—her embarrassment was too easy to ruffle. 

 

"You—!" Fu's face turned scarlet. She grabbed his arm, yanking him forward. "Move. Station. Now." 

 

Wu stumbled, but his grin didn't fade. "You know, people have limits. This little power trip of yours? It's getting old. You think because you've got a badge, you can push people around? Newsflash: that badge is *given* to you to protect people, not harass them. Abusing power like this—no wonder people hate cops." 

 

His words hit a nerve. Fu hated being looked down on, especially for her job. She'd worked her ass off to be a police officer, to prove she wasn't just some rich kid with connections. "I'll do whatever I want! What are you gonna do about it?" she snarled, tightening her grip on his arm. 

 

Pedestrians were stopping now, murmuring. A group of elderly women watched, their eyes narrowing. 

 

"Hey! Stop groping me!" Wu suddenly yelled, loud enough to turn heads. "This is a public street! Have some shame!" 

 

Fu froze. *Groping?* She was just searching him—roughly, sure, but not… *that*. 

 

"What's this?" She pulled out a crumpled receipt, tossing it aside. "Looks suspicious." 

 

"That's my grocery receipt!" Wu protested, but he was grinning inwardly. *Time to play the victim.* 

 

Fu dug through his other pocket, pulling out a半包 cigarette, which she crushed under her boot. "Filth." 

 

"My smokes! You—!" 

 

"And this?" She pulled out his phone, flipping it open. "Probably stolen." 

 

"Give that back!" 

 

Fu tossed the phone onto the ground, then hesitated, her fingers brushing against something firm in his back pocket. Her face flushed—she knew what that was. Memories of the kiss flooded back, hot and embarrassing. "I ought to—" she started, then cut herself off, glaring. 

 

"Ought to what? Lock me up for having a pulse?" Wu laughed, loud and mocking. "You wanna frisk me? Fine. But let's do it somewhere private. A hotel room, maybe? I won't even fight back." 

 

"Pervert!" Fu spat, but her cheeks were on fire. 

 

"Hey, you're the one feeling me up in the middle of the street," Wu said, his voice dropping to a mock-whisper. "I'm just suggesting we take it somewhere… *appropriate*." 

 

The elderly women nearby gasped, exchanging horrified looks. 

 

"Please," Wu suddenly wailed, his voice cracking, "just let me go! You can have my body, but you'll never win my heart! I have a wife—I love her! Why are you doing this?" 

 

Fu stared, dumbfounded. *What?* 

 

"I'm begging you, Officer Fu!" Wu continued, his eyes wide and teary. "Spare me! Let me live a quiet life with my family! There are plenty of men in the world—why torment a poor man like me?" 

 

The crowd erupted. 

 

"Shameless! A police officer chasing a married man?" 

 

"Disgraceful! Using her badge to steal husbands!" 

 

"I saw her groping him! In broad daylight! What a 浪蹄子 (slut)!" 

 

The women's voices rose, sharp and judgmental. Passersby stopped, pointing, whispering. Fu's face turned from red to purple to a sickly green. 

 

"You—you liar!" she screeched, her hands shaking. "That's not—! I didn't—!" 

 

But no one was listening. The crowd had made up their minds: she was a corrupt cop, a homewrecker, a pervert. 

 

Fu's jaw tightened. She'd never felt so humiliated. So *powerless*. 

 

She grabbed Wu's arm, yanking him forward so hard he stumbled. "Move. Now." Her voice was low, dangerous—a warning. 

 

Wu grinned, satisfied. *That'll teach her.* 

 

As they pushed through the crowd, the insults followed—"shameful," "disgraceful," "pervert cop." 

 

Fu's grip on his arm was so tight, it hurt. But Wu didn't mind. 

 

He'd won this round. 

 

For now.

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