I'm Just Getting Your Luck - Chapter 28
A Kiss
Last night, Sister Xiao was busy, so Yingyu didn’t get to talk to her much.
Today, since Yingyu was leaving, Sister Xiao specially invited her to lunch as a farewell.
Sister Xiao’s husband, also a lawyer, had stepped out with Yu Chaonan to discuss some work.
Yingyu seized the chance and asked, “Sister Xiao, how did you know your husband was the one destined for you?”
She wanted the details—more importantly, she wanted to know if getting married could really turn one’s luck around.
“You’ve found someone you like?” Sister Xiao, glowing in her red dress, saw through Yingyu’s thoughts at a glance.
But since Yingyu was shy, she didn’t say it outright.
“Destiny is about mutual affection. When you really like someone, it doesn’t matter whether he was the first human to touch your tail or not.”
“When you’re with the one you’re meant to be with, you share joy, and when difficulties arise, you don’t collapse. You face them together and turn bad luck into good.”
Yingyu still didn’t fully understand.
Sister Xiao asked, “Do you know what it feels like to like someone?”
“I think I’ve liked someone before, but it’s been so long… I don’t really remember how it felt.”
“It’s simple. We monsters follow instinct.” Sister Xiao thought for a moment, then covered her mouth and asked,
“Have you touched your current love interest?”
“… Sort of.”
“And how did it feel?”
Yingyu gave it serious thought. “He’s tall. His muscles are firm… and he’s really picky.”
Sister Xiao laughed. “That’s not what I meant. Did your heart race? Did you want to keep touching him… kiss him… maybe even sleep with him?”
That… Yingyu didn’t know how to answer.
“Next time, try kissing him. If something good happens afterward, it means you two are fated to be together. If not, time to change love interests. Be polite first—ask him if it’s okay. If he agrees, kiss. If not… take him by surprise.”
Sister Xiao’s husband returned, overhearing a few words. He laughed and tugged on her shawl.
“Stop teaching bad things to the young people.”
“Experience is the best teacher. I won you over this way, didn’t I?”
Yingyu felt enlightened. She thought about it deeply all night.
Tossed and turned.
Finally fell asleep… and had a dream.
Zhou Chenyi was lying in bed, shirtless, his abs faintly outlined, hair damp with sweat.
Yingyu saw her own hand resting on his abs, her head leaning against his chest.
“Already tired?” Zhou Chenyi rolled over, switching positions with her.
“Curfew’s at ten. One minute late, one hour penalty.”
Bastard!
Yingyu rolled over and fell to the floor, hurting her back.
This must be Sister Xiao’s influence! How could she dream something like this?!
She barely slept all night. The next morning when Zhou Chenyi saw her, he thought he was looking at a panda.
The panda was eating lettuce-wrapped meat. When he sat down, she briefly paused—then resumed eating at double speed.
Zhou Chenyi: “Did they not feed you at the wedding?”
“I’m just hungry.”
After that, Yingyu didn’t speak.
She was unusually quiet. Zhou Chenyi casually mentioned:
“Yu Chaonan—he brought you back. Very kind of him. Protecting endangered species.”
“Chaonan-ge has always been a good person.”
I’ve brought you home so many times. Not once have you praised me.
That sounded petty, so Zhou Chenyi simply said, “Watch your curfew—”
“No talking about curfew!”
Yingyu’s face flushed. She grabbed her coat and stormed out.
“You’re not eating?”
Zhou Chenyi was confused. Why’d she get so worked up just because he mentioned the curfew? It’s not like he really locked her out.
She called herself a “neighbor” and he didn’t even get mad!
—
“What are you listening to?”
Cui Se passed by Yingyu, curiously taking one earbud.
Powerful vocals blasted in her ears:
“One two three four, one two three four, like a song! One ya ma one ya ma one ya ma one!”
From the playlist “100 Red Songs of Strong Positive Energy.”
As expected, upright little Yingyu.
Cui Se respectfully returned the earbud.
After a night of serious contemplation, Yingyu was ready to pick the right moment for her kissing plan.
The strategy said:
First, kiss the side of his face.
If he doesn’t resist, it means he accepts you.
Next time, you can kiss his forehead.
Then next-next time—kiss his lips.
Step by step.
Last night’s dream was just a dream. Absolutely must not think about it again.
After listening to a few of these righteous songs, her mind was clear and her energy restored. She finished two days of work in one afternoon.
She rode her scooter home and saw a middle-aged man pacing near the lobby.
He looked familiar.
The man approached:
“Miss, could you let me in? My son lives here. He’s had some health issues recently and isn’t answering my calls. I’m worried.”
“Which building?”
“Building 8, Unit A.”
Yingyu: “?”
No wonder he looked familiar—she’d seen him once before. This was Zhou Chenyi’s father.
In her experience at the Bureau, she’d seen plenty of family drama. Messy, endless, best to steer clear.
Her instinct as a Lost & Found officer said: Don’t get involved.
“Uncle, if your son didn’t tell you, it means he doesn’t want you to know. You should reflect on yourself—not stalk him from his workplace to his home. That’s inappropriate.”
“You work for Chenyi, don’t you?”
He was polite, still humble.
“You don’t understand our history. I can’t explain it all now. Let me in, and I’ll explain everything.”
“There’s no such thing as too complicated to explain.”
Yingyu had heard that line too many times. She calmly pulled out a notebook and pen—like a righteous police officer.
“Go ahead. I’ll listen. If there really is some hidden truth, we can discuss it.”
Zhou’s father was stunned by her serious tone.
But she lived here. And worked at Million. Probably close enough to speak with his son.
He could’ve come up with a different story, but his tongue failed him.
So, he awkwardly recounted a version of events:
He claimed the private tutor seduced him. That she blackmailed him using sleeping pills on his son. That he had no choice.
“I admit I was wrong back then. I shouldn’t have let her threaten me. But I’m still his father. I have no other sons. I want to make amends—why won’t he forgive me?”
Yingyu was silent for a long time.
“So… that tutor wasn’t your wife. But you slept with her?”
“…Yes. But she forced me.”
“It’s your body—if you didn’t get hard, she couldn’t have done anything. One time, maybe. But three months? That’s an affair.”
She stared at him seriously.
“If she drugged your son and forced you, why didn’t you keep evidence and press charges?”
“I—Chenyi needed English tutoring… I didn’t have a choice.”
“You’re blaming a child? One time is an accident. Three months is cheating.
Where I’m from, that kind of man would be chemically castrated.”
Yingyu capped her pen.
“You’re already divorced. It’s perfectly reasonable for Zhou Chenyi to not want to see you. If you have any shame, you’ll stop coming. It may not be illegal, but it’s morally reprehensible.”
At the entrance, Zhou’s father suddenly turned and shouted, the polite mask slipping:
“Who are you to lecture me? What gives you the right?!
Even if he doesn’t acknowledge me—he has to! I’m still his father!”
“You’re just a gold digger, cozying up to him to steal his money. Think you can push me out and win?
That boy doesn’t recognize his own family. I asked him to invest in my company and he refused. You think he’ll help you? Even if you marry him, you’ll sign a prenup and walk away with nothing!”
Yingyu had seen too many people like this.
As a cop, maybe she couldn’t do much.
But she was on leave. In the human world.
The lobby lights went pop—dark.
The guard had been dazed by her magic.
In the shadows, a pair of glowing green eyes locked on him.
He tried to run.
She dragged him back and slammed him against the wall—feet off the ground.
He struggled wildly. Her sharp teeth hovered dangerously close to his neck.
“I told you. You’d be punished.”
She growled, voice cold.
“Yes, I’m trying to steal Zhou Chenyi. Sharp-tongued? Fine.
If you come again, next time it won’t be this gentle.”
She’s not human!
His face turned purple. He couldn’t breathe.
“Got it? Get lost.”
She let go. He collapsed, gasping, then scrambled away.
The lights flicked back on.
The guard politely opened the gate:
“Miss Ying, working late today? Your package is at your door.”
“Traffic jam. Thanks!”
She smiled and rode in.
Guard: “?”
Traffic jam on a scooter?
—
Zhou Chenyi showed up late.
He’d just gotten his cast removed.
The guard, as usual, greeted him and remembered something:
“Sir, a man claiming to be your father came by. We didn’t let him in, of course.”
Zhou frowned.
“Where is he now?”
“Not sure. He talked to Miss Yingyu for a bit, then just disappeared.
Oh right—she dropped this. Could you return it?”
He handed over a notebook.
She wasn’t at the office, and he found her here?
Zhou flipped through the notes, his expression darkened, and hurried home.
Yingyu was waiting for him.
She was going to make him dinner, but got delayed. Uncle Wei cooked instead.
“I saved you pork ribs,” Yingyu said, setting rice. “Eat now before it gets cold.”
“Mm.”
He sat down to eat, but she stopped him.
“Wash your hands. You’ll get sick.”
Zhou didn’t argue and went to wash.
That felt… odd.
After dinner, he followed her upstairs.
“I thought I wasn’t allowed past your territory?”
“But that didn’t stop you from sneaking into the media room.”
He pulled her into the study and shut the door.
Bookshelves lined the wall. The large desk was neat.
“Sit.”
Not a casual conversation.
“Wow, you have so many books! Have you read them all?
This one—The Financial Storm of the Century—looks interesting. Can you explain it?”
“It is interesting, but too advanced. This one’s better for beginners.”
He handed her The Evolution of Currency. “I read it in high school.”
Not good. He wouldn’t let her change the subject.
“Yingyu, today you—”
“Oh wow, you’re so knowledgeable! Speaking of which, do you know how to run SPSS? My data won’t process…”
“I’ll help later. Did you talk to my dad this afternoon?”
“Very sunny today! Perfect for—uh—borrowing clothes from Cat Sis.”
She tried to run. He pulled her back and sat her down.
“Don’t run.”
“My elbow just healed. No sudden moves.”
“…Oh.”
“You saw my dad.”
Yingyu nodded.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing much. The usual.”
“He told you about the affair.”
She tried to deny it—but he pulled out her notebook.
Oh no. Forgot about that.
He raised an eyebrow.
“What did you say to him to scare him so badly?”
“I told him he brought it on himself.
I just exposed his lies.
He got angry.
So I… said he shouldn’t bother you anymore.”
“You threatened him?”
“Just said I wouldn’t be nice next time.”
She looked down, fiddling with her fingers.
That was half true.
Words alone wouldn’t have scared his father like that.
Whatever she did—it didn’t matter.
She was on his side.
Zhou Chenyi gently pulled the hair tie from her ponytail.
“Why did you run earlier? Not let me speak?”
She reached for the tie. He wouldn’t give it back.
So she tucked her hair behind her ears and sipped milk tea.
“I was afraid you’d say I overstepped.”
And maybe that he didn’t want her knowing the past.
“Stop watching those cheesy dramas.
I should set the media room to teen mode.”
Despite his father’s harassment, Zhou Chenyi was clearly in a good mood.
She could smell it.
“You’re not mad?”
“You did a good deed. I’m grateful.”
Now’s the time. Yingyu moved closer.
“You want to thank me?”
“Yeah, I found a woodcarver who—”
Before he could finish, she leaned in, nose brushing his.
Yingyu stared at him with bright eyes.
First touch. Polite before bold.
Zhou Chenyi froze.
“Kiss.”
She tapped his lips with her finger.
Then pressed her own lips briefly to his cheek.
It was barely a kiss—more like a touch.
That’s it? She kissed Long Qiuqiu harder than that on that reality show!
Zhou Chenyi felt oddly disappointed.
He gulped his tea.
Yingyu leaned in again.
“You’re kissing me again?!”
“There was milk tea on your face.” She wiped it off and showed him the napkin.
“…You’re awfully polite.”