Life and Death Insurance – CH 038

Chapter 38

Not noticing Ling Zhengzhong’s reverie, Xiang Tian continued, “A year ago, while investigating a drug trafficking case in Thailand, I was shot and seriously wounded by bandits.”

He pulled out the bullet that had been hanging from his neck.

“This is the bullet that pierced my chest. The surgeon said it was only millimeters away from killing me. Thailand is a country that believes in fate and karma. Everyone says my miraculous survival is due to my parents’ usual kindness and generosity. In a way, I’ve died once. And because of my injury, my identity as a police officer was exposed. My mother and three sisters had always thought I was just an ordinary office worker. After receiving news of my injury, they rushed to Thailand and stayed at the hospital until I woke up. They even conspired to block my father because he had concealed the truth for me…”

Recalling how his father had become the target of public criticism for supporting him and how he pitifully begged his family for forgiveness, Xiang Tian couldn’t help but laugh.

“When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my family’s tired and anxious faces. That’s when I decided to quit Interpol.”

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“You must have really liked that job, right?”

“Yes, I really liked it, but for me, family is more important than work. I don’t want them to worry about me all the time.”

It seems Little Hamster was a very sentimental person.

“No wonder you reacted so quickly. Last time, even in such a dark parking lot, you could still see the license plate number.”

Xiang Tian smiled sheepishly.

“That’s all from years of training. Zhengzhong, I’m used to dealing with ruthless criminals, so I can’t be soft-hearted. I was a bit too heavy-handed today. I can’t help it; it’s become a habit. Once I start, I can’t control myself.”

“By the way, how did you learn that needle-throwing technique? It looks amazing. Teach me!”

Looking at Ling Zhengzhong’s earnest, childlike request for instruction, Xiang Tian couldn’t help but laugh.

“My dad taught me how to use the flying needle. He ran a martial arts school when he was young, a disciple of the Southern Fist style, Cai Li Fo. He was quite famous locally. But after he got married, my mom forced him to close the school, so now he’s just a small restaurant owner. I’ve practiced flying needles for over ten years. The steel needles are small and easy to carry. If you control the force well, their damage is no less than a dagger. Right, if you want to learn, I can teach you. With diligence, you’ll achieve something in about five or six years.”

Five or six years? Forget it. He didn’t want to be a martial arts master anyway, so it was useless. Besides, he had his little hamster to protect him.

“Xiang Tian, ​​since you’re no longer a policeman, why don’t you stay with your parents?”

To Ling Zhengzhong’s question, Xiang Tian could only offer a wry smile.

“Zhengzhong, if you ever met my mother and three older sisters, you’d know how painful it is to live with them. Actually, I admire my father quite a bit in that respect.”

Three women made a drama, so what about four? Just thinking about it made one understand. Ling Zhengzhong felt a pang of sympathy for Xiang Tian.

“After I left Interpol, my sisters divided up all my severance pay, leaving me with nothing. They even made me work at the family restaurant, so I had no choice but to come to my cousin’s place for refuge. At first, I helped out at Li Ji Spicy Hot Pot, and later I went to Tianyun Insurance Company. Zhengzhong, if I told you about what happened before, you might think I’m bragging…”

Since he used to be an Interpol officer, such a special profession, shouldn’t he have kept it a secret even after leaving? But the little hamster told him everything, which made Ling Zhengzhong feel even more guilty.

The poor little hamster almost died, his severance pay was stolen, and he was forced to work in a restaurant, which forced him to leave his hometown and come here. He must be very sad.

Ling Zhengzhong hugged Xiang Tian without thinking, patting his back to comfort him. “I’m sorry, Xiang Tian; ​​it’s all my fault for reminding you of those sad things. Don’t be sad. You can stay here as long as you want. I’ll never steal your hard-earned money.”

Smelling the faint fragrance on Xiang Tian, ​​Ling Zhengzhong was startled. What was he doing? Was this hugging gesture too ambiguous?

The scene of him being naked in front of Xiang Tian not long ago suddenly flashed into his mind. Ling Zhengzhong blushed instantly, quickly released Xiang Tian, ​​stammered, “I’m going to take a shower,” and slipped away.

Looking at Ling Zhengzhong’s face, as red as a tomato, Xiang Tian held back his laughter for a long time.

He wasn’t sad. The only reason he ran away was out of fear of his mother’s wrath. In fact, he was quite happy to have escaped safely. Was there something wrong with his story? Why did Ling Zhengzhong seem to think he was a pitiful child who had been kicked out of the house…?

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He hadn’t lived in China for many years. It seemed his language skills were really poor, causing Zhengzhong to misunderstand again.

But that hug just now was so warm, unlike the way the other person always hugged him like a pillow at night. It was a genuine hug, a hug that showed concern for him.

If he could, he wanted a hug like that forever…

“Um, you’re Cheng Jing?” Ling Zhengzhong asked, looking at the formally seated interviewee.

The girl habitually adjusted her glasses and said in a soft voice, “Yes.”

She was a tall, dignified girl with softly proportioned features. A faint smile played on her lips, and her light brown hair was styled in short, wispy strands that fell to her shoulders. Overall, she was a rather pretty woman, if you ignored her gold-rimmed glasses.

Ling Zhengzhong disliked girls wearing glasses.

While glasses might add a touch of elegance and sophistication to a man’s appearance, it was different for a girl. A pair of glasses could instantly age her by twenty years. The eyes were the most expressive feature of the face; covering them with thick lenses was a complete waste. Take Cheng Jing, for example; her eyes were undeniably beautiful, but those gold-rimmed glasses ruined the harmony of her entire face.

“Miss Cheng, have we met before?”

For some reason, Ling Zhengzhong felt Cheng Jing looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.

“Mr. Ling, we’ve never met before,” Cheng Jing said with a slight smile. “I’m from out of town and haven’t been here long. I probably haven’t had a chance to meet you.”

That’s true. He didn’t recall knowing any girl with glasses.

Ling Zhengzhong glanced at Cheng Jing’s resume: 28 years old, specializing in computer programming, master’s degree, previously worked for a foreign company for two years, but resigned due to personnel changes.