Hong Kong variety show, I am a charming cop.

Chapter 474 Lu Yongyu

She looked to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Although there were a few fine lines around her eyes, they only added to her mature charm.

Her lips, painted with a dusty rose lipstick, were slightly upturned, and the jade ring on her right ring finger complemented the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist.

As she raised her hand to adjust her sideburns, a small portion of her Swiss watch peeked out from her sleeve, the diamond hour markers on the dial dazzling in the sunlight.

What's most captivating are those eyes—exquisitely drawn with brown-gray eyeliner, they look at people with a somewhat condescending scrutiny.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Long time no see," the bespectacled man said, slightly dazed upon seeing the third young lady.

The third young lady is Lu Yongyu, the daughter of Lu Hantao, the former village chief of Yongheng Village.

Lu Yongyu said, "Watch this video first."

The bespectacled man looked at the screen and saw a video of something inside a car playing on the computer.

There are four people in the shot, all of whom are acquaintances of the man with glasses.

Hurdling expert Lu Jianbo, good citizen Lu Jinqiang, perpetually cuckolded man Lu Yongfu, and professional cop Lu Yongquan.

Lu Jianbo said, "Hey, I'm going back to the company, what do you think?"

Lu Yongquan, a veteran police officer, said, "Going back to the company isn't the problem; the problem is not knowing how much he wants."

Lu Yongfu, the perpetual cuckold, said, "We've already spent a lot on his case over the past few years, do you want more?"

Lu Yongfu continued, "How much? Without comparison, there is no harm. The diamond watch you're wearing now could buy half of his house. Who knows what he's thinking?"

Hurdles expert Lu Jianbo said, "In our current battle, having more helpers is always a good thing."

Lu Yongquan said, "Help? What help? Are you suggesting he report Uncle Tao? That Uncle Tao was the mastermind behind the killing of A Yuan?"

Lu Yongfu said, "If you say it like that, and make him confess to murder, you're just dragging us down with you!"

Lu Jianbo said, "How about this, we find someone to report it?"

The group burst into laughter.

Lu Yongyu pressed the pause button, stood up, looked at Luo Yongjiu and said, "Everyone has changed a lot in the past few years."

Luo Yong said, "No, they haven't changed much, they still look the same as always."

Lu Yongyu leaned against the table, a lingering sorrow between his brows.

Lu Yongyu is very beautiful and has a very feminine charm.

Sunlight streamed through the container glass, casting dappled patterns of light on her face, but it couldn't illuminate her misty eyes.

She unconsciously stroked the rim of the teacup, her fingertips tracing circles around the mouth of the cup. The tea had long since cooled, leaving a slight tinge.

"I thought things would get better in the New Territories after the abolition of the Ting Uk right and the construction of Ting Uk Buildings, but who knew..."

Luo Yong said, "Don't worry, we've taken care of Lu Jinqiang and the others, everything's fine."

As Lu Yongyu and Luo Yongjiu brushed past each other, their clothes fluttered slightly, carrying a faint scent of jasmine.

She walked straight to the cherry wood cabinet in the corner, her fingertips brushing against the familiar scratch on the surface—a mark left by her daughter when she was little and playing around.

The handbag is a classic Chanel quilted style, and the leather has developed a warm, lustrous sheen.

She unfastened the bag very gently, the metal clasp making only a soft "click".

When the black glasses case was taken out, a long hair was still stuck to it, gleaming with a chestnut-colored sheen under the light.

Lu Yongyu handed the black glasses case to Luo Yongjiu.

Luo Yong opened the glasses case, and inside lay a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

A smile finally appeared on Luo Yongjiu's face: "How come these glasses are exactly the same as the ones you gave me before?"

Lu Yongyu smiled and showed his teeth, saying, "I went to the same glasses shop I used to go to get them. The owner still remembers you. He asked me where that curly-haired guy was bullying people again."

Luo Yong asked, "Really? I'll grow my hair long and get it permed, then I'll go collect protection money from him."

Lu Yongyu suddenly burst out laughing, the sound clear and crisp, like an ice cube falling into a champagne glass.

Her eyes curved into crescent moons, and her eyelashes still held wet tears that refracted into tiny specks of light in the sunlight.

The dimples at the corners of her mouth brightened up the entire dull shipping container, and even the rusty iron walls seemed to be coated with a soft light.

She laughed and leaned back, a few strands of her hair falling loose and brushing against the pearl necklace on her collarbone.

Her fingers, painted with nude nail polish, instinctively covered her mouth, but the smile overflowing from her eyes could not be hidden, like a glass lamp suddenly lit up in the dimly lit container.

The tungsten filament lamp hanging from the ceiling suddenly made two "sizzling" sounds, and in the flickering light, the diamond stud on her earlobe drew a dazzling arc.

Even the dusty glass window in the corner reflected her bright image, and her smile warmed the cold steel space.

"No way, the boss is very nice, he even gave me a 50% discount."

Luo Yong looked at Lu Yongyu, who was smiling broadly, and said calmly, "Actually, if there's nothing else, you shouldn't come over. There are some things you shouldn't do."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yongyu's eyes filled with tenderness as she stared intently at Luo Yongjiu.

Lu Yongyu's gaze softened suddenly, like the shimmering surface of a lake after the spring snow melted.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyelashes fluttering in the light, but she couldn't bear to blink, as if she wanted to imprint the outline of the person in front of her into her pupils.

Luo Yongjiu's figure was reflected in her moist eyes, as clear as an old photograph treasured for many years.

A ray of sunlight slanted in through the window, landing precisely on her half-lowered eyelashes, making her eyes appear as clear as amber.

She pursed her lips slightly, as if afraid of disturbing the tenderness of the moment, and even her breathing became extremely soft.

Lu Yongyu suddenly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Luo Yongjiu's neck like vines.

As she tiptoed, the faint scent of jasmine wafted from her hair, and a few unruly strands brushed against his chin, causing a slight tickle.

"Thank you."

She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, her voice muffled yet as soft as honey.

Unconsciously, her fingertips gripped the fabric of his neck, the cloth crumpling in her palm as if trying to hold onto the warmth of the moment.

Luo Yongjiu's body heat emanated through his shirt, and she could even hear the steady heartbeat in his chest, each beat sending shivers down her spine.

She closed her eyes briefly, the dampness from her eyelashes brushing against his collarbone, leaving a slightly cool sensation.

A breeze blew through the window, casting dappled shadows of the trees, but her embrace seemed to freeze time.

Luo Yongjiu had just raised his right hand, his fingertips not yet touching her back, when Lu Yongyu suddenly took a half step back.

Her movements were incredibly fast, as if she had been scalded by fire; her hair flew in a flustered arc in the air as she suddenly pulled away.

She lowered her head, her ear tips were bright red, and her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, creating fine wrinkles in the silk fabric.