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The Con Artist and the Rookie Cop
墨書 Inktalez
I was caught half-naked, and instinctively, I should have covered my face or shielded some key areas according to my profession.
But when the police suddenly burst in, my eyes landed on my high school crush, Fang Xiaofu.
I was so stunned that I forgot to cover my face and just stared at him, even managing a silly smile.
He clearly recognized me too, his mouth slightly agape in shock as he looked at me, and the next moment, without hesitation, he handcuffed me.
Xiao Fu had grown up; I thought to myself. He no longer had that naive and easily deceived demeanor he once had, his expression cold and serious.
I wanted to tease him, but before I could say anything, he snapped at me.
As they escorted me out, Xiao Fu, perhaps out of consideration for our old friendship, draped a coat over my shoulders.
I felt a twinge of gratitude; it seemed this guy still had a bit of conscience left.
At the police station, I was sitting with the pimp as we were taking statements.
The prostitute was stammering through her answers, and I grew impatient, turning to the officer taking notes and saying, "Just ask me; I know everything."
I took the initiative to confess.
"My name is Lin Yu Tang. This guy, whose last name is Wang, I forgot his first name, is a so-called 'Phoenix Man.' He’s getting married in a month. Before the wedding, he sought me out for prostitution and spent 500. Here are the chat and transaction records."
The young man taking notes seemed inexperienced and was taken aback by my directness. He asked in surprise, "Don't you usually check the client's family background? How did you know he was getting married?"
At that moment, Xiao Fu frowned and walked over, tapping on the note-taker's desk to signal him to change shifts.
I watched him approach, feeling a bit nervous. Before Xiao Fu could ask anything, a young woman burst in, crying loudly.
Seeing her in distress made me want to comfort her, but unexpectedly, she slapped me twice, leaving my head ringing.
Xiao Fu tried to intervene, but I instinctively hugged him to stop him. I said, "Let her vent; she’s the fiancée of the pimp. They’re already engaged."
Xiao Fu complied and stood by to watch the drama unfold as I and the young woman began pulling each other's hair.
After we got tired of fighting, she felt wronged again and started crying, asking me through her tears, "Lin Yu Tang, why did you sleep with my fiancé when you could have chosen anyone else?"
"Are you crazy? Why are you treating me like this?"
In her hysteria, I felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. Once she calmed down, I cautiously approached her and handed her a few tissues.
"Xiao Mian," I advised, "you should break off the engagement. You really can't marry someone like him after what he's done."
Xiao Mian was still lost in her despair, staring at me intently. I thought to myself that this was bad; she was hopelessly infatuated.
At that moment, the Pimp finally seized his chance. He knelt before Xiao Mian, slapping himself across the face, tears and snot flowing freely—enough to fill a bowl of rice. I suppressed my disgust as he poured out his declarations of love and regret. Xiao Mian's innocent eyes began to cloud over, her expression wavering, looking utterly foolish.
I sighed; this person was truly beyond saving.
Xiao Mian was my college classmate. After graduation, she went to teach in a remote mountain village and returned with a man ten years her senior from there. After spending time together, everyone around her urged Xiao Mian not to marry him. The way he looked and acted suggested he was a deadbeat, but Xiao Mian seemed enchanted, convinced that he was the only one for her.
Because she had saved my life during college, I felt compelled to intervene at this critical moment.
Xiao Mian had once told me that her only fantasy about marriage was loyalty. With that in mind, I tried to hit her with a strong dose of reality, though the effect might not be ideal.
I shrugged helplessly, raked my fingers through my hair, and turned to see Xiao Fu watching our little drama unfold with a curious expression.
"What are you thinking?" Xiao Fu finally asked after holding back for a while.
"You’re going to such lengths for your friend, pretending to be a prostitute?"
I nodded and smiled at him, saying, "What a great idea! It even brought us together."
Xiao Fu was momentarily taken aback but still curious. He asked, "How could you come up with such, um, strange ideas?"
I tilted my head and looked at him. "Strange? Not really. This is what I do."
Then, suddenly leaning in closer to Xiao Fu, I held onto his police uniform and whispered softly, "Sir, this is my profession after all. Would you like to give it a try?"
Xiao Fu's face quickly turned bright red as he angrily pushed my hand away.
"Be serious, Lin Yu Tang."
Seeing his flustered and adorable expression made me burst into wild laughter. Eventually, Xiao Mian's parents arrived, and the farce finally came to an end.
The outcome was relatively good; Xiao Mian was taken home by her parents for some discipline, and it was said that she called off the engagement right after returning.
As for me, the result was rather average. With solid evidence against me and my voluntary confession, I was sentenced for attempted prostitution with a lighter penalty. Originally, it could have been five days of detention or a fine of up to five hundred yuan.
However, Xiao Fu made a decisive move and imposed a five-day detention. He personally escorted me away and even tried to lecture me like a father before I left. I simply turned my back on him.
I thought to myself: This guy is too harsh; he’s no longer my shining star.
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