Chapter 111: Cultivating a Brother-in-Law

Chen Erpao was inwardly conflicted, wondering how a pair of curves had ignited such passion within him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen countless bosoms before; he could count them all on his fingers and toes combined. But honestly, the pair before him was truly of a magnificent caliber—how could he not admire them? As his mind wavered, a voice within whispered, “Once you pass this village, there won’t be another shop like it. Cherish the opportunity before you.”

Lü Yunqing noticed Chen Erpao had indeed closed his eyes. Though a faint blush lingered on his face, a radiant gleam shone clearly in his eyes. Swiftly, she pressed her sultry red lips against his. Logically, Chen Erpao should have been delighted—after all, seeing was one thing, but feeling it firsthand was far better.

Yet suddenly, those luscious lips parted, revealing two rows of neat, pearly white teeth. She bit down sharply on his lip. Chen Erpao’s eyes flew open in surprise, only to see the playful, proud expression of the young girl’s face mere inches away. Though not painful, he resolved to teach this little minx a lesson—if she learned to bite like this now, imagine the consequences if she bit the wrong place later.

The external martial art of Heng Lian, once mastered, made every part of the body incredibly hard, save for one vulnerable qi point. It was nearly impossible to break through this hardness. The Nie Sheng technique was the pinnacle secret art within Heng Lian, with limitless subtle applications.

Now at the second level of the Nie Sheng realm, Chen Erpao could fully control his hardness, focusing it all on a single point. In an instant, his lips became harder than steel. Lü Yunqing’s teeth were abruptly crushed, causing her eyes to well up with tears, her expression one of innocent grievance as if wronged by a kindly uncle next door.

“What’s going on?” Lü Yunqing covered her mouth, scolding softly, “That really hurt! It’s like biting on iron—how is that possible? Tell me, what’s happening?”

Chen Erpao chuckled, “As Mao once said, ‘Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun,’ and truth comes from practice. If you don’t try again, how can you discover the truth?” Without waiting for her reply, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers once more.

“Uh, uh.” Lü Yunqing initially struggled slightly but soon quieted, becoming even more passionate than Chen Erpao. However, she appeared inexperienced, like someone kissing for the first time—more excited than any man, eager beyond restraint.

At that moment, neither noticed a tall man passing by, who suddenly stopped, his face burning with restrained anger. This man was Inspector Lu, senior officer of the anti-gang unit in Tuen Mun District, and the heroine’s elder brother. Initially, seeing his younger sister—who had never dated before—being embraced and kissed forcibly by a gangster ignited his fury. He was about to rush in and assert his authority when a recent document flashed through his mind, revealing the other identity of the man before him, someone he should look up to. After all, no one admitted into that organization was ordinary; each was a dragon among men, a national treasure. The gangster’s role was merely a façade. His sister’s choice was not bad at all, and perhaps his own career would brighten as a result. Having realized this, Inspector Lu’s anger softened considerably.

“Little sister, Erpao, why are you here? Invite the guest inside!”

Chen Erpao and Lü Yunqing, caught in their kiss, were startled like a thunderclap at the warm voice nearby. They quickly separated, their faces full of surprise as they looked out the window. Today, Inspector Lu’s smile was unusually bright and warm, completely different from his usual stern expression—as if he were a different person.

“Big brother, are you... not running a fever?” Lü Yunqing wondered, puzzled by the radiant, gentle face outside, so unlike the usually serious brother who rarely smiled.

Chen Erpao was also stunned, about to find an excuse to explain, but Inspector Lu’s unexpected warmth and invitation to his home made him wary—could there be a hidden agenda?

“Don’t look at me like that! My face isn’t broken out.” Inspector Lu gave a slightly embarrassed smile. “Little sister, Erpao, I’m heading to work now. Come have dinner at my place tonight. Yunqing’s cooking is quite good, you know.”

“There’s a plot, a huge plot,” Chen Erpao immediately concluded, shaking his head repeatedly. “No thanks, I’d better go back. Inspector Lu’s kind invitation scares me. What if he’s planning to lock me up and make me eat prison food?”

Lü Yunqing rolled her eyes and said, “Don’t worry. With me around, the boss will have your back. Don’t be so ungrateful.”

Inspector Lu smiled wryly, understanding Chen Erpao must still harbor resentment from past events. He mustered his courage and continued.

“Erpao, what happened before was all a misunderstanding. Now I understand. Just do it for Yunqing’s sake—let’s have a few drinks tonight.” Then he noticed the thin pink lingerie barely hidden beneath Chen Erpao’s jacket draped over his sister’s shoulders. His face flushed slightly, and he thought, “Damn, Chen Erpao moves fast. At this rate, it won’t be long before I have a little nephew.” This only strengthened his resolve to see them together.

“Go! Tonight I’ll treat you to my signature dish—tomato and egg soup. Besides my brother, I’ve never cooked for anyone else.”

Looking at Lü Yunqing’s hopeful face, Chen Erpao found it hard to refuse and nodded.

Afterwards, Inspector Lu left for work, and Chen Erpao and Lü Yunqing went straight to their home. Only the two siblings lived there. Though the apartment was only about a hundred square meters—not large—it was stylishly decorated, neat, and clean.

The living room displayed many photos of Inspector Lu in his police uniform, alongside numerous medals and awards. As Chen Erpao surveyed the room, he noticed a small table in a corner. On it were portraits of a deceased man and woman, likely in their forties or fifties, with a small incense burner in front, holding three burning sticks.

“These are my parents,” Lü Yunqing said quietly, appearing behind him. Her bright eyes gazed at the portraits, filled with gentle sorrow and pain. “They died in a car accident when I was just a child. All these years, it’s just been my brother and me, relying on each other.”

Chen Erpao suddenly felt a kinship with her, a shared understanding of loss. But she still had her brother, and he now had Xuemei and a large group of brothers. Slowly, they had both moved past their sorrow, burying their sadness deep within.

“People inevitably experience joy and sorrow, reunion and parting. Let it go—the past is past. Let it drift away like the wind. Live well. That is the best comfort for our uncles and aunts in the next world.”