Chapter 9 Real Price
In the interrogation room, Sheng Yi and I sat across from each other. The air felt strange.
“Petty jerk!”
“Thief?”
I pouted, remembering the officer’s advice.
I had to apologize.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to steal your pot.”
Sheng Yi didn’t seem to care about the pot. His eyes stayed fixed on me.
“How exactly did I wrong you?”
Uh.
He really hadn’t.
He’d treated me amazingly when we were together.
I fidgeted. “You didn’t.”
His brows furrowed deeper. “Looked down on my career?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Then why did you… break up with me?!”
His gritted-teeth voice made me shrink into myself.
I watched him stand, wary.
He looked furious.
I hunched my shoulders and asked, “Do you still want that pot?”
“Yes.”
Fine.
After leaving the station, I took him back to my rental to get it.
But when we got there, I realized a huge problem.
I’d left the pot on the windowsill, but now it was gone.
Where was it?
Where was my giant pot?
I craned my neck to look downstairs.
Could the one on the second-floor rooftop still be used?
It was a little flat.
A little cracked…
I made a mournful face. “Give me your phone.”
Sheng Yi’s eyes flickered. He handed it over.
“1800, right? I’ll transfer it.”
All the money I’d saved—half gone.
I was going to treat myself to spicy crayfish.
But when he heard I wanted to pay, he snatched the phone back. No matter how I grabbed, he wouldn’t let go.
I clutched his collar to climb higher, accidentally brushing his Adam’s apple.
His eyes darkened. He gripped my wrist and pinned me against the counter.
His husky voice carried something strange.
“Heh~ Jiang Si, who told you that pot only cost 1800?”