The Detective is Useless (GL) - Chapter 11

On the very first day of tailing their target, they’d already gained something sweet.
Returning to the detective agency, Jin Yunjue was even more fired up to gather more intel.

Tian Sisi, meanwhile, always watched coldly from the side—or simply wandered off to the back garden to tend to the flowers, as if the detective agency belonged to Jin Yunjue alone.

The success of the first day made Jin Yunjue more ambitious than ever. She wanted to obtain decisive evidence in one go—saving time and effort, earning the client’s trust, and building a solid reputation for the agency.
After all, clients loved an investigator who was both efficient and effective.

But that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
If Jin Yunjue could just slow down a little—be less impulsive—she might think more thoroughly and avoid careless mistakes.

For the past three days, Jin Yunjue and Tian Sisi had only followed their target from a distance. They’d never made direct contact. The photos they’d taken were merely of somewhat intimate gestures—nothing that could stand as conclusive proof in court, only supplementary evidence at best.

So this time, Jin Yunjue decided to take the initiative, to risk herself as bait.
Since she had already caught Long Weiyan’s attention the last time they crossed paths, this was the perfect chance to lure the snake from its hole.

Tian Sisi voiced no objection to Jin Yunjue’s plan. She didn’t agree either—she simply followed instructions obediently.
Even Jin Yunjue found her unusually compliant.

When asked, Tian Sisi only said,

“As long as we don’t miss dinner, I’m fine. You handle everything else. The sooner you’re done, the sooner you’ll stop keeping me from hanging out with Aqi.”

Jin Yunjue could only roll her eyes.

Once she’d changed into costume and checked her equipment, Jin Yunjue and Tian Sisi headed to the area where Long Weiyan was often seen.

Jin Yunjue put on a seductive makeup look and a short skirt—the kind of breezy outfit that drew every pair of eyes. Even Tian Sisi couldn’t help but stare a little.

But when the target finally appeared and Jin Yunjue stepped out of the car, Tian Sisi frowned.
In her mind, ice cream is only enjoyable when eaten alone—sharing it is a waste.

Jin Yunjue got out at the corner, pretending to run into Long Weiyan by chance.
As they passed each other, she could feel his gaze locked on her. Pretending not to notice, she walked past—and then deliberately tripped, letting out a soft, feminine cry of pain.

Long Weiyan immediately waved off his bodyguards, who stepped aside.
Sitting on the ground, Jin Yunjue bent her knees and clutched her scraped knee pitifully.

From afar, Tian Sisi frowned again. That old pervert, she thought, and Yunjue doesn’t even realize how much she’s showing under that skirt.

“Are you alright, miss? We’ve actually met before,” Long Weiyan said with a gentlemanly tone as he helped her up—though his hand wandered from her hip to her waist in the process.

“Your knee’s bleeding,” he said. “It needs to be disinfected, or it might get infected.”

“Thank you, you’re so kind, but…” Jin Yunjue looked down at the wound, pretending to hesitate.
“There’s nowhere to treat it here. I was so careless…”

“My car’s just over there,” Long Weiyan offered. “I have antiseptic with me. If you don’t mind, we can take care of it there.”

Jin Yunjue tilted her head and pouted. “Are you sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“Of course not,” he said, smiling, slipping a hand around her waist to guide her toward his car.

The moment Jin Yunjue got in, the doors shut—and the car started moving. The bodyguards followed behind in another vehicle.

Though she hadn’t received a signal, Tian Sisi immediately got behind the wheel to follow.

Technically, Tian Sisi didn’t have a driver’s license—but she didn’t drive too terribly.
She sometimes hit the gas too hard or shifted to the wrong gear, but somehow, she wasn’t discovered.
Maybe the bodyguards simply couldn’t believe anyone would send such a bad driver on a tailing mission.

Through her earpiece, she listened to their conversation—and the more she heard, the deeper her frown grew.

“Don’t do that!” Jin Yunjue’s flirty protest came through.

“Relax,” Long Weiyan said, his voice louder and closer. “I’ll make you feel good.”

Tian Sisi’s face darkened. He’s not seriously trying to have s3x in the car, is he?
Before she could think of a plan, the conversation changed abruptly.

“What’s this? A bug?” Long Weiyan’s voice roared. “You’re a reporter, aren’t you?”

At least he’d mistaken her for a journalist and not something worse.

Then silence from Jin Yunjue—only Long Weiyan again:
“Reporters are getting bolder these days… but since you came to me yourself, it’d be a waste not to take advantage.”

Then came the sounds of a scuffle.
From her car, Tian Sisi saw the vehicle ahead rocking violently—clearly a fight had broken out.

Suddenly, the car screeched to a stop.
Jin Yunjue burst out, disheveled and breathless, clothes torn.
The bodyguards jumped out of their own car and gave chase.

In heels, Jin Yunjue could barely run.
Tian Sisi floored the gas, honking repeatedly and swerving in S-shaped turns to look out of control.

Startled, the bodyguards leapt out of the way as Tian Sisi’s car screeched to a stop beside Jin Yunjue.

Jin dove in, barely shutting the door before Tian Sisi hit the accelerator.

“Thank you,” Jin Yunjue gasped, clutching her chest. That was too close.
Despite her martial arts training from her days in the U.K., she’d almost lost to that disgusting man—utterly humiliating.

Tian Sisi said nothing, only driving in silence back to the detective agency.

As Jin Yunjue caught her breath and straightened her clothes, she replayed the events in her mind—grateful that Tian Sisi had appeared just in time.

Then a thought struck her.
“Hey, do you even have a driver’s license?”

“Nope,” Tian Sisi answered flatly.

“…You’re driving without one?”

“Mhm. Unlicensed driving.” She kept her eyes on the road. “So don’t distract me. I don’t want to crash this car.”

No wonder she’d been so quiet. Jin Yunjue tightened her grip on the handle, sneaking a glance at Tian Sisi’s focused profile.
When she was serious, Tian Sisi wasn’t so annoying—actually, she was kind of… attractive.

Once they reached the agency, Tian Sisi immediately got out and walked to the back of the car. Jin followed curiously.

Tian Sisi peeled off a thin sticker from the license plate—revealing she’d altered the numbers.

“You tampered with the plate?” Jin Yunjue asked.

“Please, I’m the brilliant Tian Sisi,” she said with a smug smile. “Now go inside—looking like that in public is indecent, darling.”

Jin looked down at her outfit—indeed, her clothes were a mess—and hurried inside.
As she walked, she asked, “But how did you even think of changing the plate?”

“Oh, come on,” Tian Sisi said, following behind. “What if someone memorized the plate and came here for revenge? I can’t risk getting my pretty face ruined. I am the adorable Tian Sisi, after all.”

Jin had been about to praise her, but that line made her swallow her words.
Still… it was an unexpected surprise—Tian Sisi wasn’t as dumb as she acted. With proper training, she might even have potential.

“Have you actually learned how to drive?” Jin asked.

“Nope! But I’m awesome, right?” Tian Sisi beamed proudly.

“Then wasn’t sitting in your car more dangerous than being chased by bodyguards?”

“Please,” Tian Sisi waved her hand. “I always win when I race with Aqi! I’m basically a three-time Formula Racing Champion.”

Jin twitched. Racing in video games doesn’t count!

A moment later, Tian Sisi went upstairs and called down,

“Hey, Little Jin, catch!”

She tossed down a small first-aid kit. Thankfully, Jin Yunjue caught it in time.

Jin smiled—she knew it was Sisi’s way of being kind—but couldn’t help thinking, Would it kill her to walk downstairs? Lazybones.

Still smiling, she disinfected her wound.

Tian Sisi didn’t come back down—probably went straight to sleep. She’d stayed up all night and worked all day; no wonder she was exhausted. She really did hate working.

After patching herself up, Jin Yunjue didn’t bother changing—she started organizing the recordings and footage, ready to send them to Shen Ruoying.

Jin was confident her client would be very satisfied. The evidence they’d gathered clearly showed Long Weiyan’s adultery and lecherous behavior—a scandal if ever made public.

Her phone buzzed—it was her boyfriend calling.
He’d been apologizing for days, and since he sounded sincere, Jin decided to forgive him. They reconciled, caught up, and she even told him about today’s incident.

He was worried sick, scolding her gently for being reckless. They talked for almost an hour—an hour-long overseas call that would cost a fortune.

After hanging up, Jin Yunjue leaned back and thought about everything.
It had been dangerous—but everything had gone surprisingly smoothly.
Too smoothly.

In the U.K., getting such evidence had never been this easy. So why was it this time? Was Long Weiyan’s security really that lax?

She pondered, but found no answer. Maybe it was just luck.

What she didn’t know, though, was that there’s no such thing as pure luck.
Luck is usually just the result of someone else’s careful preparation—or an illusion.

For example: even if Tian Sisi hadn’t shown up in time, Jin Yunjue wouldn’t have been in serious danger.
One of Long Weiyan’s bodyguards was actually an undercover agent placed by Liu Yu, tasked with gathering evidence of Long’s money laundering.
Had Jin truly been in danger, that undercover would’ve stepped in to save her.

And why would the undercover help her?
Well, that’s something only Tian Sisi could answer—she’d made sure of it behind the scenes.

People full of confidence are the easiest to make mistakes. Tian Sisi saw that clearly.
She hadn’t wanted to meddle in such troublesome matters, but she also didn’t want Jin Yunjue getting hurt.
After all, Jin had been assigned by her grandfather. Protecting her was the least she could do.

As for Tian Sisi herself—she was now fast asleep, completely worn out.
After working through the night and being dragged into another day’s chase, she was exhausted.

And if there was one thing Tian Sisi hated most in life, it was work.