Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 537 Mrs. Chen

Li Jian laughed and said, "It's not impossible for me to help, but there will be interest."

"Interest?"

Angie's clear, big eyes sparkled with foolishness.

Anqi didn't realize what was happening until Li Jian's gaze fell on her red lips.

"How could you do this? You're taking advantage of someone in distress."

Li Jian shrugged and said, "It's a matter of mutual consent. I can't just support you for nothing."

Angie said, "But don't you have a girlfriend? Aren't you afraid she'll get jealous?"

Li Jian said, "Why don't you just give it to me secretly? Or do you prefer to do it openly? Or do you do it with someone else?"

"Pah! Guess if you like it."

Anqi was a little shy, but forced by the situation, she still tiptoed and kissed Li Jian on the cheek: "Is this alright now?"

Li Jian didn't delve into it further and said, "Not bad, we'll collect the principal tonight."

Anqi didn't have much stuff to begin with, so she moved into Li Jian's apartment with just a suitcase.

"You'll stay in this room."

The house originally had two rooms; one was for Ruan Yuehua and her son Xiaobo, and the other was for Lu Yao and Li Jian.

Now that Ruan Yuehua has moved out, a room is now empty.

Angie put her things away.

He came out, grabbed Li Jian, and asked, "Hey, was I really possessed by a ghost last night?"

Li Jian said, "Yes, it was terrifying. It's a pity you were asleep, otherwise it would have scared you to death."

Angie asked, "Tell me in detail what it was like when I was possessed by a ghost."

Anqi held a pen in one hand, ready to take notes.

Li Jian glanced at it and said, "You're still planning to write a novel?"

Anqi said seriously, "It's not a novel, it's a thesis. Didn't I tell you that I'm going to write a thesis about superstition in China?"

Li Jian said with a smile, "You still think it's superstition?"

Angie snorted and said, "Who knows? I've never seen it."

Li Jian shook his head.

These women's thought processes are simply abnormal.

Some women are just stubborn as mules; even if they've seen it with their own eyes, they might still deny it.

Traditional Chinese medicine cannot cure this type of person.

Only stronger Western medicine can be used.

Li Jian regretted not getting two more injections yesterday.

Li Jian glanced at his watch and realized it was almost noon. "Do you know that the policeman who died had a wife? His wife was an eyewitness at the time."

Upon hearing this, Angie immediately perked up: "There's an eyewitness! Where is she? Let's go find her right away."

Li Jian pointed to his watch and said, "Lunch is coming up soon, big sister!"

Anqi excitedly pulled Li Jian outside, saying, "We can have lunch anytime, finding someone is the priority."

There was no way to reverse it.

Li Jian had no choice but to submit to An Qi's tyranny.

It's because the other party did bleed last night.

Following the address they found, Li Jian and his companion quickly located Chen Luoba's widow.

The door was opened by a woman.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with an oval face and long, flowing hair.

The woman was wearing a somewhat outdated white loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt and gray wrinkled trousers.

The woman's skin possesses a unique delicacy and fair complexion characteristic of Hong Kong.

For someone in their thirties to maintain such good looks is quite impressive.

"Who are you looking for?" the woman asked Li Jian and An Qi warily.

Angie asked proactively, "Excuse me, is this Chen Luoba's house?"

The woman's expression darkened further upon hearing this. "What are you looking for that deadbeat? Did he get into some romantic entanglements? Young lady, you're so young and already behaving badly? Which school do you go to?"

Upon realizing that she had been misunderstood, Angie quickly explained, "Mrs. Chen, you've misunderstood. I've never met Robert Chen. I flew here from Canada."

Upon hearing this, the woman became even angrier: "Well, you damned Chen, you actually managed to hook up with a foreign girl, that's impressive!"

Seeing that things were getting worse by trying to explain, Li Jian directly showed his identification and said, "Mrs. Chan, my name is Li Jian, and I am a senior inspector from the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit."

I've come to inquire about your husband's situation and to offer some condolences and financial assistance.

Li Jian took out ten thousand Hong Kong dollars from his spatial ring and shook it.

Upon seeing the money, Mrs. Chen immediately beamed with joy: "Oh dear, so you're that deadbeat Chen's colleague! You should have said so earlier! Come in quickly."

Mrs. Chan's home is furnished no differently than that of an ordinary Hong Kong Island resident.

There were two children, around five or six years old, eating in the restaurant.

Li Jian said, "So you were having lunch. I'm so sorry to have disturbed you."

Mrs. Chen smiled and said, "No trouble at all. By the way, have you eaten yet? If not, please sit down and eat with us."

"I can't accept that," Anqi said politely, but Li Jian had already sat down. "Thank you, Mrs. Chen. I'd like a bowl of rice."

Angie was taken aback.

She never expected Li Jian to be so shameless.

Li Jian pulled her arm and sat her down: "What are you standing there for? You look like a telephone pole. Sit down and eat."

The food was all very ordinary.

Winter melon and pork rib soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised pork, and shrimp cooked in fermented rice wine.

Mrs. Chen served Li Jian a full bowl of rice, which Li Jian took and ate without saying a word.

Angie then asked, "Mrs. Chen, we've come here today mainly to learn about your husband and Rosalind."

Mrs. Chen said irritably, "Ask that deadbeat! He deserved to die! He was always with that vixen ghost..."

Hehehe—Two little boys are fighting with their chopsticks instead of eating.

Mrs. Chen picked up her chopsticks and tapped a boy on the head: "Eat your food, you little devil."

Mrs. Chen said angrily, "He died without leaving me anything, only these two debt collectors."

Angie asked, "Mrs. Chen, you are the only eyewitness at the scene. Could you tell us what happened?"

Mrs. Chen paused for a moment, then said calmly, "I knew a long time ago that that bastard was having an affair with that vixen. Later, I found out that vixen's address; it's in the Jialing Building."

On the night of September 24th last year, I found the place where the dead ghost and the fox spirit ghost were.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my deadbeat husband painting that vixen's nails. In all the years we've been married, he's never painted my nails before.

When I was giving birth, I asked him to warm up my breast milk, but he refused. I was so angry at the time.

My husband, that bastard, was caught cheating by me. He hurriedly tried to explain, but before I could say anything, that vixen got up and grabbed my husband, asking him who he would choose.

I laid my cards on the table and asked my deadbeat husband whether he wanted the vixen or me.

My deadbeat husband told the vixen to wait a couple of days and talk about it later.

Who knew that vixen would steal my husband's service pistol? When my husband tried to get the gun back, the vixen shot and killed him. She even said she understood now that my husband had been lying to her all along.

After she killed my husband, she pointed a gun at me. I thought she was going to kill me, and I fainted from fright.

When he woke up, he found the fox spirit lying in a pool of blood.