"My wife was born in 1990, and we got married on April 1st. As for her three measurements, they are 90, 58, 95." Just as the young policewoman was feeling incredibly smug, Wang Dadong blurted out quickly.
When Wang Dadong announced the three numbers, Qin Xue's face immediately turned red, and her gaze towards Wang Dadong filled with surprise.
She had never told anyone her measurements; how did he know them?
The young policewoman was also stunned; she hadn't expected Wang Dadong to actually answer her question.
Something felt off in her heart, he must be making it up, "You, you couldn't possibly be making it up, could you?"
"Here's the marriage certificate, take a look for yourself!" Wang Dadong pulled out a bright red booklet from his pocket and threw it to the young policewoman.
The young policewoman opened the marriage certificate with doubt.
Indeed, on the marriage certificate, the date of birth of the wife was 1990, and the wedding date was April 1st.
Seeing Wang Dadong produce the marriage certificate, Qin Xue subconsciously relaxed. Everyone knows about the quality of Huaxia ID photos, so she wasn't worried that the young policewoman would realize she was not the woman in the photo.
After all, once women apply makeup, they all look pretty much the same.
Moreover, the young policewoman's focus had shifted to verifying the data.
"Now do you believe it?" Seeing that the young policewoman indeed hadn't noticed, Wang Dadong said proudly.
"Hmph, the three measurements haven't been verified yet?" the young policewoman seemed reluctant to give up.
"Suit yourself." Wang Dadong spread his hands, thinking to himself with a chuckle, go ahead and measure. If it's off by more than half a centimeter, I'll gouge out my eyes and brew tea for you.
Unexpectedly, the young policewoman actually had measuring tools with her; it seemed she was really committed to completing her task.
After some measurements, the young policewoman finally believed that this unbelievably beautiful woman was indeed the shabby-looking guy's wife.
The data Wang Dadong had provided were absolutely accurate.
This guy, apart from being a bit more physically fit, was quintessential scum among scumbags, daring to take advantage of his wife right in front of her without any scruples.
Do beautiful women nowadays like this kind of thing?
"Sorry, I was wrong." Although she was reluctant, since they were a married couple, the young policewoman had to let it go.
"No worries, you're a good comrade, keep up the good work," Wang Dadong patted the young policewoman on the shoulder.
Damn, lucky I had the marriage certificate with me, otherwise I would have really lost face.
Having been made a fuss of by the young policewoman, Wang Dadong naturally felt too embarrassed to ask for a hug from anyone, planned to slip away after using the bathroom.
Just as he entered the restroom, there was a knock on the door again.
Through the peephole, Qin Xue saw the person outside.
Outside the door stood a man shorter than 1.7 meters. He was skinny, with a very pale face, clearly a chronic indulger in alcohol and pleasures of the flesh, leading to severe physical depletion.
"Xiao Xue, it's me, can I come in?" the man knocked on the door while calling out.
Upon seeing the man, a look of disgust immediately emerged in Qin Xue's eyes.
This man was Zhou Hang, a typical rich second generation, who relied on his father's support to mess around with women all day and had recently been relentlessly pursuing her.
Qin Xue despised this kind of person the most, yet it was difficult to offend him.
A few minutes later, Qin Xue got dressed and opened the door.
"I know you're here for a project, so I came to see you," the man said with a smile, as he handed a big bunch of roses to Qin Xue.
Qin Xue did not take the roses but said coldly, "If there's nothing else, I'd like to rest early."
"It's only nine o'clock. I've booked a dinner at the five-star hotel across the street, let's — who are you?" Zhou Hang was about to say let's have dinner together when suddenly someone emerged from the bathroom.
"Me? I'm fixing the pipes; carry on, I didn't see anything," Wang Dadong said to Zhou Hang with a grin, flashing his bright white teeth.
Zhou Hang's originally smiling face immediately darkened. "In the dead of night, you're fixing what pipes?"
"Oh, you know it's the dead of night? Not going back to sleep but running to a girl's room to do what?" Wang Dadong sauntered to the couch and plopped down on it.
"Kid, I'm asking you one more time, what do you do? Why are you in Xiao Xue's room?" Zhou Hang's eyes flashed with a sharp coldness as he interrogated Wang Dadong.
"Enough, Zhou Hang. Who's in my room has nothing to do with you," Qin Xue said coldly.
"Xiao Xue, what do you mean? Even if you're not with me anymore, you didn't need to find trash, right?"
Wang Dadong's eyes slightly narrowed; he slowly pulled out a cheap cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
Taking a light drag, he then said with a slight chuckle, "What did you just say?"
The person who dared to call Hell's Death Knell trash had yet to be born.
Seeing that the cigarette Wang Dadong smoked was just a few bucks a pack from Yellow Crane Tower, Zhou Hang's eyes filled with disdain as he scoffed, "Did you not hear what I said? If you didn't hear, I will say it again to you, I said you're trash, get lost quickly, don't dirty my eyes—"
Zhou Hang hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly saw a blur before his eyes, then felt something covering his face.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Zhou Hang's head slammed hard against the wall, his brain sparkling with stars.
Luckily, the wall was covered with a soft tapestry, otherwise he would have definitely gotten a concussion.
Qin Xue was completely taken aback by the scene before her, only to see Wang Dadong, with a cigarette in his mouth, one hand holding roses and the other pressing Zhou Hang's head against the wall.
Just moments ago, the two men were clearly two to three meters apart, and Zhou Hang was over a meter away from the wall. How had it happened so instantly... Could this be the legendary slap against the wall? Qin Xue hadn't seen clearly what had just happened.
"Disappear from my sight within ten seconds." Wang Dadong released his hand; Zhou Hang immediately slid down the wall and crashed heavily to the floor.
A glint of spite flashed through Zhou Hang's eyes as he scrambled and crawled out of Qin Xue's room.
"Miss Beautiful, these are for you." Wang Dadong handed the roses to Qin Xue.
Fortunately, Qin Xue was used to seeing rough times, and she quickly recovered from the shock. She casually took the roses Wang Dadong handed her and placed them on the coffee table, asking, "Do you know who you just hit?"
"Just a fool," Wang Dadong said nonchalantly, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed.
"Who exactly are you?" A hint of curiosity flashed in Qin Xue's eyes.
The man before her looked very ordinary, wearing an army green T-shirt and faded camo pants, looking just like a typical laborer.
Yet, how could a laborer manage to slap a man against the wall with a single palm?
"When we meet again, I'll consider whether to tell you or not." Wang Dadong said with a faint smile, rising and leaving Qin Xue's room.
"I will definitely find out your identity." Qin Xue was full of curiosity toward this mysterious man and his story, wondering if it was true. Had his wife really died?
Qin Xue didn't know these things, but she had a strong feeling that they would meet again.