Chief Constable Conges extended his hand out the car window, his fingertips curved into the shape of a handgun, aimed at the young man by the roadside with a mischievous, ruthless smirk.
He lightly said "bang," as if he had really fired a shot, then stepped on the accelerator, and the car quickly sped off, leaving a trail of dust and exhaust.
His partner, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the shrinking figure in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but laugh: "Boss, you seem to have scared that kid out of his wits."
Conges only reveals a bit of his true self in front of his colleagues. Grinning fiercely, he responded:
"These young people are all overly energetic. If you don't give them a little scare, who knows what trouble they'll cause.
When I was young, I was like that too, always thinking about chasing pretty girls. When I was nineteen, I dated my wife, and within a few months, got her pregnant.
When Julia's belly was too big to hide, we finally told her parents. My father-in-law was so angry he grabbed a gun and chased me for two kilometers, nearly blowing my head off."
His partner laughed heartily: "Young people are very bold. I bet that kid definitely won't behave.
Boss, you might become a grandfather before forty."
Conges' eyes darkened, acknowledging the possibility. "I've already asked my wife to keep an eye on our daughter's menstrual cycle and, if necessary, add some birth control pills to her breakfast milk.
Or find a clinic to get a long-term birth control shot implanted under her skin. I hope she can go to college before I become a grandfather."
"What if?" his partner teased.
"What if?" Conges instantly erupted, clenching his fist, "If that kid dares to be irresponsible, I'll blow his head off."
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The next morning, Zhou Qingfeng was lying in bed, lazily unwilling to get up.
In the United States, wood is cheap, and most detached villas are wooden houses with extremely poor sound insulation between floors and rooms.
Downstairs, Julia was making breakfast—the bacon sizzled in the pan, the toaster dinged every two or three minutes, and the sink was splashing water as she washed the fruit.
The morning air was filled with the aroma of fried eggs and coffee, dynamic in stillness, orderly in chaos, exuding a cozy family atmosphere.
Suddenly, the door made a faint creaking sound, followed by light footsteps, as if someone was tiptoeing closer.
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but smile, already guessing it was Selena sneaking in.
Out of tacit understanding, he simply turned over, facing the wall, pretending to be still asleep, letting the girl make a fuss.
However, today Selena didn't jump on the bed like she did yesterday, but instead, she rummaged through the room as if digging for treasure, checking the clothes Zhou Qingfeng had casually thrown on the floor.
Boys are curious about girls of the same age, and girls are no exception. But in less than two minutes, the room was suddenly filled with sobbing cries.
Zhou Qingfeng was stunned, unable to pretend any longer, and quickly sat up.
Selena was holding his pants, taking out several condoms from the pocket, tearfully staring at him, and tremblingly cursing:
"Bastard! Why are you carrying these? Are you seeing other women outside and already having relationships?"
Tears immediately flowed down her cheeks, one drop after another hitting the floor. Her body trembled slightly, as if she might collapse at any moment.
"You bastard! Scumbag! I trusted you so much... How could you... How could you do this to me!"
Seeing the scene getting out of control, Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly explained: "Those condoms were given to me by your father!"
"What?" Selena was stunned, her previously sorrowful expression replaced by shock, "My father? Gave you these? Why?"
What a quick change of expression.
Zhou Qingfeng sighed, pretending to be serious: "Your father talked to me yesterday. He asked me to take you seriously and not hurt you.
Especially... he doesn't want to be a grandfather before forty." As he spoke, he pointed to those condoms.
"I thought I might really need them someday, so I put them in my pocket. If you don't believe me, you can verify with your father."
"That simple?"
"Of course."
Selena was easy to console. Despite the tear stains still on her face, she couldn't help but chuckle after hearing the explanation.
Her little face turned red, she shyly pounced on the bed, lightly punching Zhou Qingfeng a few times, muttering in frustration: "Bastard, don't laugh!"
Zhou Qingfeng didn't laugh, but his eyes carried a bit of teasing.
"Still laughing? You're probably thrilled seeing me so embarrassed."
Selena was even more relentless, grabbing a condom, her mouth curving slightly upward, her slender fingers pinching the packaging, gently tearing it open, pursing her lips and asking:
"Victor, have you ever used it?"
This time it was Zhou Qingfeng's turn to be embarrassed. He shook his head and answered honestly: "No."
"Mom said you're still a virgin, definitely inexperienced."...
Zhou Qingfeng's face instantly turned blood red, his heart raced, his body felt like ants crawling all over, unsure how to respond when a low groan suddenly came from the bedroom door.
Both looked up simultaneously, seeing the towering Chief Constable Conges blocking the doorway, his face livid, clearly infuriated by what he had witnessed.
Selena screamed, hastily threw the condom aside, lowered her head like a frightened deer, squeezed past her father, and fled the room quickly.
Zhou Qingfeng lay on the bed, experiencing a mix of agony and ecstasy, now he could only stare at his future father-in-law, not knowing what to say.
Chief Constable Conges tried his best to remain calm, forcing a sentence through his clenched teeth: "I'm here to remind you that it's breakfast time."
With that, he turned and left heavily, his back exuding suppressed anger.
When Zhou Qingfeng dressed and finished washing, he slowly walked to the dining table downstairs, Selena had already hurriedly eaten her breakfast and dashed away.
Julia handed him a cup of coffee, her face bearing traces of amusement and sympathy. Conges buried his head, cutting the fried egg on his plate, the sound of knife and fork clashing very harsh.
The atmosphere at the table was exceptionally silent, the chief's gaze conflicted, truly wanting to "kill a pig."
Zhou Qingfeng didn't dare speak, quickly finished his breakfast, and slipped away.
When only the couple remained at home, Julia tidied the dining table, curiously asking her husband:
"What exactly happened? You look so grim, wouldn't have caught the kids in bed, right?"
Chief Constable Conges replied sullenly, full of anger: "Selena snuck into that kid's room, and they were playing... with the thing I gave."
"Wow, you as a father are really engaged." Julia chuckled, eyes full of teasing.
"Serves you right. When I asked you to use it, you were reluctant. Now you've finally experienced the anger my father felt sixteen years ago.
Can you share your current feelings? Angry, unwilling, helpless, or... not knowing what to do?"
The chief looked up and sighed deeply, his heart filled with complex emotions. Seeing his "little cabbage" voluntarily approach the "wild boar," he could only watch helplessly, with no solution.
This feeling was even more frustrating than being chased by his father-in-law for two kilometers.
Meanwhile, when Zhou Qingfeng arrived at the school bus stop, Selena was already waiting there. Upon seeing each other, they naturally leaned together, gently kissing.
"Did my dad give you a hard time?" Selena asked softly, her eyes showing a hint of concern.
"No, but it's clear he's very angry." Zhou Qingfeng shrugged, his tone relaxed, like a thief successfully stealing a chicken.
Selena stuck out her tongue, playfully saying: "Mom said when she was pregnant, my grandfather almost shot my dad. But I didn't expect..."
...
Some surrounding classmates weren't surprised, while others showed displeased expressions. Especially a few distant white boys, whispering among themselves, eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.
Selena inherited her mother's beauty and figure completely, petite and cute, with a curvy body.
If her chief police dad wasn't so fierce, the suitors could circle her house twice.
No one expected this delicate flower, which no one dared touch, to be picked by an outsider Asian boy, truly envy-inducing.
The school bus arrived, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't get on.
"Victor, are you skipping class again?" Selena asked in surprise.
"No, I'm going to handle something important, something that will change my destiny."