Chapter 202: Ordinary People

Alarm?

I had been a tyrant during my student days for so long, and no one had ever dared to threaten me with calling the police.

But I had to admit, I was a bit scared. I had never dealt with the police before.

Would I end up like Ge Qu, getting thrown into prison?

The days that followed were even harder for me.

I couldn't accept gifts anymore, and even if I scolded the kids, I had to do it behind Chen Ting's back.

Normally, whenever something bothered me, I would immediately take it out on the kids in my class. But now? I was tiptoeing around everything.

How could I live like such a coward?

One afternoon during nap time, I used my phone to search for information. I wanted to know what kinds of people the police actually arrest.

The results were a bit surprising.

The police have such a convenient job, but apparently, they can't just arrest anyone they want.

They have to go after people who have broken the law.

Online, people say the police are very polite to ordinary folks, since they are the "people's police."

If that is the case, then I have nothing to fear. After all, I am just an ordinary person. I haven't done anything truly terrible; I just want a better life, that is all.

I was lost in thought on my phone when suddenly I received a message.

It was from the dad who had given me the gold necklace before.

"Xiao Laoshi, are you busy right now?"

I typed "Not busy" without thinking, but then I deleted it.

"A bit busy, what is up?"

About a minute later, he replied.

"The gifts I sent you the past couple of days were all returned. Is there a problem? Would you be free for dinner tonight?"

Reading that, a slow smile spread across my face.

Men are men after all—I had accidentally pulled off a tactic of playing hard to get.

I cheerfully agreed to his invitation and dressed up for the occasion.

I picked out a very low-cut miniskirt and put on some exquisite makeup. I had a feeling my good times were about to return.

This parent always drove a luxurious car, with a license plate starting with the letter P, followed by some letters. I can't pronounce it, but I heard it is called something like "Porsche" or maybe "something else," anyway, it is very expensive.

He drove me to the only Western restaurant in town.

After we sat down, he pulled out a fancy little box containing a watch.

"Xiao Laoshi, I hate to bother you, but please accept this small token," he said with a smile. "I am extremely busy with work, so I would appreciate it if you could keep a closer eye on Xiao Hao."

I smiled and took the watch, trying it on my wrist. "Oh, don't be so polite, brother. I am a teacher; it is just part of my job."

"Well... I know that..." He looked a bit troubled. "I don't know why, but Xiao Hao hasn't seemed very happy lately. You are the one who spends the most time with him, so if anything is going on, I would appreciate you letting me know right away. If you can take good care of him, I can focus on my work without worrying."

I thought for a moment, then looked up and asked, "Brother, if you want me to take full care of Xiao Hao... well, that might be a bit challenging."

"Hmm?" The man looked up, as if he did not quite get what I meant.

"There are over thirty kids in the class, and my energy is limited," I said with a smile. "The things you have given me are nice, but I can only say I will do my best."

The man scratched his head, looking like he understood, but he still seemed hesitant.

"Well... I came in a rush... I didn't prepare much. Would you mind if I just transfer some money to you?"

"Oh, that won't do," I said, laughing a little. "I am a teacher—how can I take your money and spend it like that?"

"This..." The man was stumped; he did not know what to do.

That was my chance to make a move.

"Brother... do you want to get to know me better?" I asked. "If I think of you as one of my own, then I would naturally take better care of Xiao Hao."

After hearing that, the man slowly sat up straight and leaned back in his chair.

His expression changed noticeably—he looked conflicted.

"Xiao Laoshi... you... you are still doing this?"

"Hey, brother, what are you talking about?" I reached out and patted the back of his hand. "I just don't want to take your money for nothing, and I want to get closer to you. It would be good for both of us."

A few seconds later, the man sitting upright suddenly smirked with contempt.

He is a big boss, so he must understand.

This was just a transaction, pure and simple.

We each get what we want, and nobody owes the other anything.

We went to a hotel in town and got a room, but as luck would have it, even heaven couldn't stand to see me happy.

That night, the police showed up for a room check—I had been reported again.

They flashed their badges and said, "We received a report of illegal activities in the hotel."

But they were wronging me.

I could clearly state the man's name and age beside me, I had his phone number saved in my phone, and I even knew his home address.

How could I be some cheap prostitute?

At most, we were just having an affair.

Is having an affair against the law?

Looking at those police officers, I felt furious. What right did they have to accuse me?

"Sorry, ma'am, it was a misunderstanding."

The police closed the door and tried to leave, but there was no way I would let them off that easily.

"Stop right there," I said. "Is a simple 'sorry' enough? Is that how you police handle things?"

"Uh..." The officers turned back, looking troubled. "So, what do you want?"

"What do I want? That depends on you," I said, crossing my arms. "You are just going to walk away? What if you were arresting a criminal and accidentally shot a hostage—would a 'sorry' fix that?"

"You...!"

A young officer looked like he was about to argue, but an older one held him back.

"Miss, we are truly sorry, but we have our duties. Since there was a report, we couldn't ignore it," the middle-aged man said politely. "We did interrupt you tonight, and that's on us. If you have any complaints, you can report us at the police station. Here is my badge number."

See, that is how it is—because I am an ordinary citizen, the people's police have to serve me.

That is the difference between me and those cheap prostitutes.

I gave them a good scolding before finally letting them go.

It felt so satisfying.

That kind of release was amazing.

These high-and-mighty police are not all that.

I turned around, thinking of picking up where we left off, but I noticed the contempt in the man's eyes had grown even stronger.

"I've lost interest. Maybe another time," he said gloomily as he put on his clothes and left through the door.

I stood there dumbfounded, completely confused about what had just happened.

After thinking it over for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out. All I knew was that my "happiness" was gone again.