Chapter 1 — After Breaking Up, I Just Learned How to Love You

Meeting your best friend's daughter for a massage, who would have guessed that she would meet the right crime-fighting team? Even more ironic, the leader was my ex-lover who had just broken up half a year ago. I smiled wryly, trying to catch them:

"Captain Tham, you see how close we are, you know well that I'm not that type of person..."

Tham Ngo coldly glanced at me:

"This person looks like a repeat offender. Take him to the station and I will directly interrogate him."

Relapse? What mistake did I commit? At most, I just made the same mistake that every woman in this world makes - liking to look at my abs! Her best friend Lam Mieu stood next to her and winked repeatedly, her mouth gesturing: "Beg him! Be coy! Isn't that your secret trick?" I took a deep breath, forced out a smile that was even more ugly than crying: "Captain Tham, out of respect for how we used to be..." He didn't even glance at me, turned around and left. That back, those broad shoulders, that hip and waist ratio... are still just as deadly attractive as half a year ago. I was so angry that I cursed a thousand words in my heart, but on the outside I still had to act as withdrawn as a quail. Anyway, now he is a police officer, and I am... a suspect involved in crime. Although I really only came here for a healthy massage! But who said that this shop is professional on the outside but has a different appearance on the inside! In the interrogation room, Tham Ngo sat opposite, wearing a neat police uniform, his shirt buttons buttoned all the way to the top. The forbidden look is suffocating. I stared at his pharynx that was gently rising and falling, swallowing my saliva: "Ha Linh."

"Twenty-four, you know full well..."

"I answer whatever I ask."

He looked up at me, his cold peachy eyes seemed covered with a thin layer of ice. After half a year of not seeing him, his aura became more and more dominant. I remember that year I was fooled by this face, I chased it for half a year before finally getting it back. I thought I found a gentle and psychological lover, but I didn't expect him to be a workaholic. Six and a half days a week of seven days are at the station, the remaining half days are on the way to arrest people.

"Job?"

"Self-made blogger."

"Be more specific."

"It's... sharing about how to coordinate clothes and lifestyle..."

My voice got quieter and quieter because his eyes moved to my phone screen. The screen was still on, showing the exact page I hadn't had time to turn off: #Wide shoulders and slim waist #Six-pack boyfriend #Late-night welfare. Especially the comment line I just posted: "You boys dance so gracefully, I'm willing to sacrifice my life for you guys" appeared extremely dazzling. Tham Ngo's face became visibly black again.

"Ha Linh, we haven't seen each other for half a year. You're getting better and better."

His voice was low, with a hint of gritted teeth. I shrunk my neck: "I'm... just looking for inspiration for outfits."

"If you're all shirtless, where can you find clothes to match?"

"Besides, do you even go to massage parlors for inspiration?"

"I really do a healthy massage! I swear!" I held up three fingers to prove my purity: "I'm as pure as a blank sheet of paper!"

Tham Ngo laughed coldly and pulled out a photo from the file. It's a screenshot from a surveillance camera. In the photo, I am lying face down on the massage bed, in the hands of the technician The pill is placed on my waist. And that technician was a young man, wearing a tight tank top and bulging biceps.

"Healthy?" Tham Ngo used his knuckles to tap the photo: "Is it healthy to let people touch your waist like this?"

Isn't massage all like that? It's just this tone of yours... does it sound like a jealous "abandoned husband"? The interrogation lasted for two hours. Tham Ngo asked from my eighteenth generation ancestors to how many points I got in the third grade on the final math exam. Finally, he closed the file and calmly said: "You can go." I was stunned: "Are you done?"

"But what if?" He looked up at me: "Do you really want me to blame you?"

"No, I mean..." I hesitated for a moment: "We haven't seen each other for half a year, why don't we catch up on old times?"

Tham Ngo stood up and looked down at me from above:

"Ha Linh, we broke up."

"I know, but breaking up can still be friends..."

"I'm not friends with my ex." He turned and walked out. He stopped when he reached the door: "Especially my ex-lover who loves looking at guys with six packs online."

The door slammed shut with a "bang". I was so angry that I stood still. Even though at that time I asked to break up first, at that time I just wanted to make him angry. That day was our one-year anniversary. I had prepared a whole week in advance, booked a restaurant, bought gifts, and even learned to make his favorite sweet and sour ribs. As a result, he received an unexpected sentence, only saying "I have a mission, I won't go home" and then hung up. I waited at the restaurant until closing time, the food was reheated three times, the candles burned out. When I got home, I sat on the sofa and texted him dozens of text messages and made countless phone calls, all with no response. He came back at three o'clock in the morning, exhausted. He only said one sentence, "I'm tired, I'll go to sleep first," and then went straight to bed. I sat in the living room, tears falling. It's not that I don't sympathize with your work, I just need a "sorry", need a hug, need you to comfort me a little. But he never did. That's why I bet on breaking up. Actually, I just want to make myself feel better, want him to worry, comfort and hold me. I even thought already, if you just say a few sweet words, I will use the momentum to forgive you. As a result, he just remained silent for a long time, then said: "Okay." Just one word. Briefly and decisively, like the way he handled an unrelated case. I froze on the spot, watching him pack his things and leave, without even looking back. The moment that door closed, I realized - you really don't need me anymore. Lam Mieu waited for me at the gate of the police station. As soon as he saw me, he rushed out: "What's going on? Has the old love rekindled?"

"Fire the monkey!" I gritted my teeth: "He treated me like a prisoner and interrogated me for two hours!"

"Wow," Lam Mieu's eyes lit up: "Interrogation play? Exciting!"

"Stimulate her head!" I pulled it away: "Go quickly, you'll lose face and die."

"Don't," Lam Mieu pulled me back: "Wait a little longer, I saw that Tham Doi's face wasn't very good just now, maybe he'll come out to look for you later..."

"What is he looking for me for? Further interrogation?"

"It's okay to interrogate you for the rest of your life," Lam Mieu smiled crookedly: "That kind of interrogation on the bed."

Sometimes I really doubt it I suspect this woman's brain is filled with "dark yellow scrap". But I have to admit one thing, the appearance of Tham Ngo wearing a police uniform, with a cold face as he asked about me just now... is indeed a bit "intriguing". When we were still in love, the thing I craved the most was when he wore his uniform. Wide shoulders, slim waist, long legs, leather belt tightens the toned waist. Every time he comes home from part-time work, I am the first person to rush into his arms. Although in the end it was always me who cried and asked for forgiveness.

"Let's go," I pulled Lam Mieu: "Let's go eat hot pot, I have to turn the pain into food."

"Okay," Lam Mieu pulled out her phone: "Let me post a status to celebrate my sister's escape."

He typed loudly on the keyboard, I looked over and almost fainted. 【Today's strong feeling: A close friend goes to a massage and is swept up in crime, and the person leading the team is his police ex-lover. Currently at the station, the suspicion of preparing a broken mirror to heal, whoever wants to break it up first, should take advantage of it.】

"Lam Mieu! Please delete it for me immediately!"

"No way." It quickly dodged my attack: "You have to let Tham Doi see that you are still very valuable, let him know what a crisis is."

"What's with the crisis?" I glared: "He just wished he didn't send me away sooner so he wouldn't bother him."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice rang out from behind.