Wu Qiangwei lay in Song Guanchao's arms, listening to his gentle snores, smelling his scent, and feeling very much at peace.
Scenes of their first meeting constantly flashed before her eyes, snippets of their three years together flitting by, and a slow smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
She leaned her head closer to Song Guanchao, closed her eyes, and entered her dreams.
...
"Knock knock."
"Who is it at this hour?"
Chairman Fang's wife mumbled, nudging Fang Yan who lay sleeping like a dead pig beside her: "Stop sleeping, go open the door."
Fang Yan rubbed his eyes and groggily got up.
Opening the door to see the police, he immediately sobered up, a flash of tension crossing his face as he feigned calmness: "Who are you looking for?"
The leading officer said, "Fang Yan, you're suspected of financial crimes, come with us."
Fang Yan's mind buzzed, realizing the matter had been exposed.
