Life and Death Insurance – CH 017

Chapter 17

As they spoke, dishes were served one after another. To Ling Zhengzhong’s surprise, Xiang Tian used various cutlery with practiced ease, not at all like someone new to Western food. Did he frequent places like this? This kind of Western restaurant wasn’t for ordinary people.

Watching Xiang Tian eat with relish, head down, Ling Zhengzhong suddenly felt cheerful and began to grumble.

“Actually, insurance salespeople have been trying to persuade me to buy insurance for a long time. Everyone talks a big game; it’s so annoying. Last time, I only bought her an insurance policy because Shen Meimei pressured me so much. Who knew she’d be like this in less than two months? I should have known better than to put my name as the beneficiary. If it weren’t for you, I’d be in real trouble no matter what.”

“People have a contrarian streak. Sometimes, the more convincing a salesperson’s pitch, the more suspicious the customer becomes, and the less willing they are to buy insurance. Zhengzhong, you’re one of those people, aren’t you?”

“Not entirely. My parents have both passed away, I’m not married, and I only have a few close friends. What’s the point of buying insurance? I don’t even know who to name the beneficiary.”

“Zhengzhong, I thought you had a lot of friends and relatives.”

“No, not at all. Even my relatives live far away, and we don’t keep in touch much.”

“Well, Zhengzhong, since you can’t think of a beneficiary right now, why don’t you put it aside for now and wait until you’ve decided…”

“No need for that trouble,” Ling Zhengzhong immediately objected. “I’ll just put your name.”

Anyway, signing an insurance policy didn’t cost much. Consider it as helping a friend. After all, Little Hamster had helped him several times. If he didn’t get the policy, he might even lose his job.

“Ah…”

Xiang Tian was speechless for a moment, only able to utter this exclamation.

He really didn’t know what Mr. Ling was thinking. They’d only known each other for less than a week; how could signing an insurance policy be as easy for him as signing a bill?

“Zhengzhong, we’ve only just met.”

“So what? Is there a rule that says you can’t list someone you’ve just met as the beneficiary?” Ling Zhengzhong asked, finishing his last bite of food and sipping his juice.

“No, not at all…”

Just then, Xiang Tian’s phone rang. He apologized and answered the call.

“It’s me, cousin. What did you find out? You want to come over and discuss it in detail? Sure…”

Xiang Tian glanced at Ling Zhengzhong, who nodded, and said, “We are still eating at the restaurant; um, we just finished. Okay, come on over.”

A short while later, Chu Feng darted into the restaurant with lightning speed. He immediately sat down between Ling Zhengzhong and Xiang Tian, ​​forming a triangle, without the ever-present police officer Little Chang.

“I’m so hungry. I haven’t even had lunch while helping you with your investigation.”

Chu Feng complained, taking the menu and looking at it several times before chuckling dryly. “The food here is really… ah, hehe…”

Xiang Tian sighed. “Cousin, this meal is on me. Order whatever you like.”

His cousin always spent money like a millionaire at the beginning of the month and a beggar at the end. Thinking about it, it was almost the end of the month, and his poor wallet probably only had coins left.

Sitting to the side, Ling Zhengzhong watched, his anger flaring. This place was so expensive, and the little hamster had to pay for his meal? What kind of cousin was he?

“Officer Chu, you’ve helped me out, so this meal is on me.”

“Oh, so the God of Wealth is here. Then I won’t stand on ceremony.”

Hearing this, Chu Feng immediately smiled and thanked Ling Zhengzhong. He really didn’t stand on ceremony, ordering several expensive dishes, all of the most pricey kind, which infuriated Xiang Tian, ​​who kicked him several times under the table.

Chu Feng handed a document to Xiang Tian, ​​then began to devour the freshly served food. Between bites, he remarked, “High-class restaurants are truly different. Although it’s still a bit inferior to Xiang Tian’s cooking, it’s quite good. Mr. Ling, my cousin’s culinary skills are top-notch. If you tried his food, I guarantee you wouldn’t want to go to any other restaurant again.”

“Huh, the little hamster can cook? I didn’t know that.” But what Ling Zhengzhong couldn’t believe was this eccentric policeman’s behavior outside of work. It was completely beyond his imagination—stingy, greedy, and so talkative. It was clear his usual serious demeanor was all an act. Luckily, he wasn’t wearing his uniform; otherwise, it would have really damaged the image of a policeman.

“Then come to my house next time. My kitchen is very large, with all kinds of tableware, but unfortunately, they are all just decorations; I’ve never touched them. Now that you mention it, I’d like to try Xiang Tian’s cooking too,” Ling Zhengzhong said in a friendly manner. Chu Feng chuckled, “Then you’ve come to the right person. My cousin’s family owns a restaurant; he grew up in the kitchen.”

Oh, I see. No wonder the little hamster was so adept at using Western cutlery; he’d been trained since he was a child. He’d underestimated him.

Ling Zhengzhong glanced at Xiang Tian, ​​only to find him intently focused on the documents in his hands, oblivious to their conversation.