Chapter 139: King Is the God of the Voiceprint Realm, She Still Has a Long Way to Go

How could Xie Wantang not understand?

Some cases are deeply entrenched; you can't close them just by catching two people.

How many civilian police and criminal investigators have spent their lives shedding blood and even their lives to catch the real mastermind behind the scenes?

And she, studying voice lines and using them to lock onto targets, does so to improve case‑solving efficiency and reduce unnecessary sacrifices.

It's just that while positive‑energy people strive to learn and improve, the many‑evil ones also have eager learners constantly upgrading their gear and destructive power.

Hence, high‑IQ crimes are the most terrifying.

Low‑IQ crimes are merely a test of bravery.

But when facing high‑IQ crimes, righteous people must not only match their bravery but also their wits.

Just like now, their voiceprint masters have improved their detection abilities and methods, because the villains' tactics and technology have also advanced.

If that Yan Xiu is actually a fake…

That would only show that her abilities are still lacking.

It doesn't live up to everyone's expectations of the Queen.

Xie Wantang thinks she should still keep this alias hidden, not because she's afraid of death, but because lately everyone has idolized the Queen too much.

People in the industry even hype that the Queen could replace King in the near future.

And she has no confidence in that at all.

King is truly the god of the voiceprint realm, but unfortunately King died without even a grave.

In Professor Wu's relics, there isn't even a photo of King.

However, he does have many group photos with students; some of those have given up shining in the voiceprint field, while others have already moved on to various domains.

Gathering them all is difficult.

Professor Wu's funeral was simple; Lu Chen's adoptive parents were busy, even the funeral was outsourced, and Professor Wu didn't allow his students from everywhere to come to Haishi for the funeral.

Many people posted a single fresh flower online as a tribute.

Professor Wu received many flowers, showing how highly regarded he is in his students' hearts.

In the afternoon, Xie Wantang was mixing aromatherapy ingredients at the pharmacy; she had already handed these secret formulas to the Chinese medicine hall, and during the two years she was away, the hall's aromatherapy never ran out and sold extremely well.

At 4:30, Xie Wantang set off to pick up the children.

She first went to the language center to pick up Little Qianqian.

When she arrived, after waiting five minutes past the scheduled time, Teacher Wang still hadn't sent Little Qianqian out, so Xie Wantang called Teacher Wang.

"Oh, sorry, Qianqian's mother, I have some personal matters this afternoon and took leave; Principal He will personally take Qianqian. I'll call Principal He right away."

"No need, you be busy, Teacher Wang, I'll call myself."

"Alright, alright, sorry, Qianqian's mother."

"It's fine."

Xie Wantang understands that teachers sometimes are powerless and have their own matters to attend to.

After hanging up, Xie Wantang called Principal He.

A few minutes later, Principal He came down with Qianqian.

Principal He was also holding a big snack gift bag.

"Qianqian's mother, sorry to keep you waiting." Principal He handed Qianqian to Xie Wantang and passed the snack gift bag, "This is Qianqian's snack gift bag."

"Children's Day is coming soon, so we decided to give the kids the snack gift bags early."

"Thank you, Principal He."

"You're welcome, Qianqian's mother, there's something I'd like to discuss with you alone."

"Hmm, go ahead." Xie Wantang thought it was about Qianqian.

"The thing is, I don't know if Lawyer Qin takes divorce cases. I have a very close female friend who wants…"

Without waiting for Principal He to finish, Xie Wantang declined on behalf of Qin Muyang, "Sorry, Principal He, Lawyer Qin doesn't take divorce cases, and his fees are astronomically high, unaffordable for ordinary people."

"Better let your friend find a more suitable, cost‑effective lawyer; my brother… can't."

Xie Wantang appreciates Principal He for looking after Qianqian when Teacher Wang was unavailable, but they paid a hefty fee to send Qianqian to this language center.

So she doesn't feel a deep sense of gratitude toward Principal He.

Moreover, if the language center still makes no progress with Qianqian, she'll consider moving her to a new environment.

Therefore, regardless of Principal He's motives—whether he's trying to get close to my brother—unless my brother himself is willing, I will never cause him any trouble.

Besides, we're both women; when Principal He mentioned Lawyer Qin, his eyes lit up as if… He must be secretly in love with my brother.

If that's the case, she must not cause any more trouble.

"Alright, thank you, Qianqian's mother."

"You're welcome."

Xie Wantang first placed Qianqian in the rear‑seat child safety seat, nodded to Principal He, and turned to drive.

Little Orange's early‑education class is in the kindergarten where Dongdong is, and after picking up the two children, Xie Wantang took them to a cake shop to buy the little cakes they love.

"Qianqian loves strawberry flavor," Little Orange said sweetly.

"Okay, then we'll get strawberry for the little sister." Xie Wantang patted Little Orange's head, "Little Orange, do you like orange‑flavored cake?"

"No." Little Orange shook her head, "Mom, I like blueberry flavor."

"Alright, we'll get blueberry for our Little Orange."

"What about Brother Dongdong?"

"Brother Dongdong likes chocolate," Little Orange continued.

"Little Orange, you're great; you know exactly what brother and sister like." Xie Wantang gave Little Orange a big thumbs‑up.

Receiving Mom's praise, Little Orange became quite proud.

The cake shop clerk saw Xie Wantang so young with three children and felt envious.

However, they had all undergone strict training; the little girl in Xie Wantang's arms hadn't called "mom" since entering the shop, and the slightly older boy beside her, who was rather tall, also hadn't called out "mom".

Only the middle little boy was the most lively, so the clerk didn't dare to chat casually with Xie Wantang.

Saying she was the mother of three children.

What if she isn't?

That would be very awkward.

If they encountered a broad-minded customer, they'd just laugh it off, but what if it were a sensitive-minded mom?

Then it would be serious—filing complaints left and right, later calling their manager out to complain about their nonsense talk, possibly costing them their jobs.

"Take care." After Xie Wantang paid, the clerk politely said those two words, ending their transaction.

"Thank you."

Xie Wantang pursed her lips.

Little Orange took the cake and ate it earnestly, not noticing someone entering the doorway; a moment's inattention led to a collision with the newcomer, and the blueberry sauce in his box, squeezed, sprayed out a lot, splattering onto someone else.