Chapter 1808: Nianyin's Honor

The family of three walked into the police building.

Yulong felt uneasy again.

They had tricked his mother into coming, and if the superior said something different from what he had told her later, would his mother fly into a rage on the spot?

And smash up the officer's office?

She would.

There was absolutely no need to doubt it; his mother had the ability to do so.

Yulong felt anxious and, in his desperation, hit upon a plan.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts so much."

He clutched his stomach and said to his parents, "Mother, Father, wait for me a moment. I'm going to the restroom; I'll be right back."

"A lazy donkey on the millstone has many excuses. Go on then."

His mother looked very displeased but did not object. He hurried into the restroom and took out his phone to dial the superior's office.

He had to tip off the officer first; otherwise, there was no telling what kind of chaos would ensue later. He certainly didn't want his mother making a scene in the police building, or how would he be able to show his face here in the future?

"Beep—"

"Beep, beep—"

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered at all.

In his anxiety, he had no choice but to dial the number he used for direct contact when he was an undercover agent. The officer kept this phone on his person twenty-four hours a day, even keeping it by his side while showering, to ensure he could be reached at any time.

Only...

"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service. Please check and dial again..."

It was out of service!

Because Yulong's mission had already ended, that number had also exited the stage of history and was no longer useful.

Now he was done for; no matter how clever he was, he was currently at his wit's end.

He could only walk out of the restroom dejectedly—and was stunned once again!

His mother and father were no longer in sight outside. Where had they gone?

"Oh no."

He exclaimed and hurried toward the officer's office.

There was no need to ask; they must have gone up first.

He rushed as fast as he could, but he was still a step too late. When he arrived outside the office, someone grabbed him: "Hey, don't go in. The officer is hosting an important guest inside."

"Do you know who the important guest is?"

The person shook their head: "I don't know. It's a middle-aged man and woman who look like a married couple, and they carry themselves with great dignity... That man looks a lot like you!"

Yulong: "The man is my father."

After saying this, Yulong slumped into a chair. They were already inside, and whatever he did was too late; he could only leave it to fate.

While he was in the restroom, Nianyin had walked straight toward the elevator.

Lao Qi reminded her: "Aren't you going to wait for our son?"

"I'm not waiting for him. Can't you find the place yourself?"

The two of them had previously run a security company together. Determining the rank of the officer she was looking for, as well as the floor and orientation of the office, fell under their professional skills; it wasn't difficult to find.

Nianyin always considered herself a warrior and was ready to accept a challenge at any time.

Lao Qi's competitive spirit was also ignited: "I'll find it, then. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The couple made a bet: whoever found the officer's office first without asking for directions would win, and the loser would have to listen to the winner for a week.

This wager might not have meant much to others, but for Lao Qi and Nianyin, it was a very significant one.

Both were strong-willed people who did not want to listen to anyone.

Neither wanted to lose, so they each relied on their own abilities to search quickly.

The police station was not just any place, but the two of them still accurately arrived in front of the office door at almost the exact same time, saying almost in unison: "It's here."

The office door opened.

The officer smiled and invited them in.

Before they could speak, he took the initiative: "Father of Yulong, Mother of Yulong, hello. You have raised a very excellent son. Thank you."

The highly decorated officer gave them a standard military salute, which was the highest honor.

Lao Qi behaved quite normally, saying the standard things one should say: "It was the school that raised him well; his mother and I didn't do much."

Nianyin was unhappy.

She glared at her husband: "Speak for yourself, don't drag me into it. You really didn't do much, but I did quite a lot."

Lao Qi:...

He realized that his wife's thick-skinned nature was catching up to his mother-in-law's.

"Yes, yes, yes. I just wanted to invite you here to thank you in person. Besides thanking you for raising a good son, I also want to thank you for the equipment you provided and for your help..."

The officer's attitude was exceptionally kind and cordial.

Without a shred of official airs, he took a small box out of a drawer and removed a medal and a certificate from it.

He solemnly delivered them into Nianyin's hands: "This is an honor awarded to you by the decision of the higher-ups: a Third Class Merit."

"A Third Class Merit? Does that mean I count as a hero, then?" Nianyin stroked the medal happily.

Although she said she didn't care for it, there was no reason to refuse it when it was actually placed in front of her.

She felt very pleased inside and was especially happy.

"Of course, you are a hero."

Lao Qi was a bit bewildered.

He thought to himself, is that bastard Yulong just playing with me?

He clearly just found a random excuse to fool Nianyin into coming over, so how could there really be a medal?

If there really was one, would he even need to come over?

Outside the office, Yulong sneezed twice in a row.

One sneeze means someone is thinking of you, two means you're being cursed... no, that's feudal superstition!

A quarter of an hour passed, and his parents had not come out of the office; Yulong felt uneasy, as if sitting on pins and needles.

Half an hour passed.

His parents still hadn't come out, so he felt slightly relieved.

With no movement for such a long time, it meant they probably wouldn't fight; he knew his mother's temper—if she were unhappy, there would definitely be noise; if she could use her hands, she would never just argue, and if she could argue, she would never hold it in.

If his mother had thrown a fit, the office couldn't possibly be this quiet.

But he still couldn't be completely at ease; after all, his mother was no ordinary person.

One hour passed.

His parents still hadn't come out, and relaxed, happy laughter even drifted from the office; now Yulong was completely relieved.

A superior is a superior; to be able to make someone as difficult to deal with as his mother laugh, they were definitely no ordinary person.

Two hours later.

Nianyin and her husband finally came out of the office, all three of them wearing smiles; it looked like they had a very pleasant talk.

Yulong went up to them: "Mother, what did you all talk about? You were in there for so long?"

"I'm not telling you."

Yulong:...

If she won't tell, then she won't tell; it should be a good thing.

Father smiled mysteriously: "Your mother was coaxed by a few nice words from them until she couldn't tell north from south, and she took on everything; just wait, it won't be long before she regrets it."

Nianyin glared at him hard: "I keep my word; I won't go back on it."

Lao Qi didn't show any weakness: "I didn't say you would go back on it, I just said you would regret it. So what? Is there a conflict?"

"You talk too much, shut your mouth."

"I won't!"

The couple started bickering even in the car.

And while they were arguing, Yulong also figured out the general content of the conversation that had just taken place in the office.

The superior really had prepared a medal, which coincided perfectly with his lie.

Not only were a medal and a certificate of merit prepared, but the superior also gave full affirmation to the contributions Nianyin made to this event; after showering her with praise, the superior also said what they wanted to say.