Impulsive, a Helping Hand, and Loving to Make Friends

Lin Qi closed the door, severing the connection between the bedroom and the corridor. The enclosed space provided Vera with a strong sense of security, and it was noticeable to the naked eye that she relaxed slightly, though she was still trembling a little.

Lin Qi walked over and took her hand. The warmth of his palm made Vera feel much better, but her expression was pained. "Why did things turn out like this? What are they still searching for? I've given them everything!"

She looked at Lin Qi, wanting to know the reason why she had endured all of this.

Lin Qi was silent for a moment, then decided it was best to tell her, "The State Prosecutor intends to prosecute you on charges of 'concealing/fabricating evidence' when prosecuting other people."

"I wasn't sure if I should tell you, but now it seems I should give you a heads-up."

Vera was stunned when she heard this. She couldn't understand why something that seemed to her to be completely unrelated to illegality would make her a potential... criminal? "This is ridiculous!" she thought, unsure how to express herself, and could only offer a fair assessment of Lin Qi's statement.

Lin Qi shook his head slightly. "Actually, it's not funny; some things just need to end this way!" He patted Vera's hand. "You rest for a while; I'll talk to the people outside..."

As soon as he let go, Vera grabbed his hand, looking at Lin Qi with a pitiful expression and pleading eyes, holding his hand as if she didn't want him to leave.

Lin Qi turned around and hugged her. "Don't worry, I won't leave. I'm just going to find out some other things."

Vera eventually let go. After leaving the room, Lin Qi walked outside the community, found a Phone Booth, made a few calls, and soon Ferral appeared in front of him in his car.

After Lin Qi got into the car Ferral drove it into the parking lot across the street, and the two sat in the car talking.

"To be honest, you're not quite the Lin Qi I remember!" Ferral rolled down the window a little, took out his cigarette case, handed one to Lin Qi, and lit one for himself. "You should be more rational; this is unexpected!"

In Ferral's memory, Lin Qi was a ruthless, scoundrel gentleman. This may sound a bit awkward, but it accurately describes Lin Qi's character.

He often displays a gentlemanly demeanor. He pays attention to small details, never swears, and is always very polite. He remains calm and composed at all times, leaving no room for criticism.

But this guy is also a jerk; he always makes people make the choice they least want to make, leaving them unsure how to deal with him.

Lin Qi remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips. His gaze was fixed on the burning cigarette tip between his fingers, the flames relentlessly eroding the cigarette, as if given enough distance, it would never stop burning.

"Rationally speaking, I really shouldn't get involved in this. My company has no problems with its accounts, I haven't slept with that woman, and I even pay her more than others every month..."

As Lin Qi spoke, he took a drag, and the flames spread rapidly. The smoke swirled in his chest before he exhaled, and he shook his head. "But you know, we are all human. Humans cannot be absolutely rational. If someone can do that, then he is definitely not human."

"We all know the importance of learning, we all know the importance of obeying the law, we all know the importance of hard work..." He flipped his wrist. "Our rationality tells us what we should or shouldn't do, but our lives are clearly not so rational."

"I don't care how simple she is. She can just hang up the phone and pretend nothing happened. But what will happen to her?"

Ferral fell silent. In fact, many people who are not familiar with women's prisons think that the situation in women's prisons is better than that in men's prisons, at least the women are not as aggressive.

This perception is based on a lack of understanding of women's prisons. In fact, female prisoners in prison are far more manic than men, and the things they do are more terrifying than what men do.

Not to mention that the guards in the women's prison are mainly male, with a small number of women as assistants, which means that the women's prison is full of all kinds of sexual domination and abuse issues.

Most ordinary women don't have a good time after entering prison. They may become playthings of prison guards, pets of other people in the cell, and even be stripped of their most basic dignity, ultimately leading to their destruction.

Societal discrimination against women has led to some problems remaining unaddressed. In recent years, there have been cases of female inmates becoming pregnant, and not just one, but several. There have even been news reports of a warden forcing female inmates to work as prostitutes. However, these news reports have not generated much public attention.

People don't sympathize with those women; they just think they deserved it.

If an ordinary woman like Vera were to go to jail, she might go insane or die before she even gets out.

Lin Qi could stare at the bloody reality behind a cold number on a report in the same manner as a mayor, indifferent, apathetic—it's that simple.

But sometimes he gets a little soft-hearted and not so rational.

Lin Qi turned to Ferral and said, "I can't do that. I want to be well myself and everyone around me to be well, so I have to reach out."

"Perhaps for me, I lost some people's opportunities, but I saved a life, a person's life."

The topic suddenly turned heavy, but Lin Qi quickly broke the somber atmosphere with a smile, "So, don't you suddenly feel that I'm actually quite great?"

Ferral laughed heartily, "You're quite the unexpected guy..." He paused, "Do you remember the guy I told you about last time? He's the governor's Chief of Staff."

Lin Qi quickly recalled the man, thinking him a gentleman, and nodded, "Mr. Adelaide."

Ferral confirmed this, "Yes, Adelaide, he is the chief of Think Tank to the governor and has a very close relationship with the governor. If he could say a word, this matter could be resolved, but you should know that getting him to speak is not an easy thing."

Ferral's expression conveyed what he hadn't said: it takes considerable resources to persuade someone at the level of a governor's staff.

Lin Qi didn't speak. He remained silent for about half a minute before stubbing out his cigarette. "So how much money do you think I need to spend to resolve this?"

Ferral pondered for a moment, "It has nothing to do with money. If money could buy him to do things for you, he wouldn't be by the governor's side long ago." Ferral paused for a moment after speaking, "I heard you were invited to the president's inauguration celebration. If you can make a good impression on the president, perhaps it will only take a few words."

"But just in case you don't perform so well..." Ferral took out his business card holder, took out a business card and handed it to Lin Qi. It only had a name and a phone number on it, nothing else.

"He's a very special guy. He has one advantage: if you have money, he'll do a lot for you. But if it's not necessary, it's best not to contact him. He's a greedy devil!" Ferral's tone was full of disdain.

This made Lin Qi somewhat realize something. "A lobbyist?" he asked, Ferral nodded in agreement.

After putting away the business card, Lin Qi went to open the car door. He had been there long enough. Just as he was standing outside the car, closing the door and preparing to leave, Ferral suddenly called out to him and asked a question that even he himself felt was a bit impulsive.

"Lin Qi, if one day I need your help, will you lend a hand?"

Lin Qi turned to look at him, casually brushing the corner of his clothes. "Of course!" he said, shaking his head with a smile as he turned around, crossed the road, and entered the community.

Ferral, sitting in the car, lit another cigarette. He felt that Lin Qi didn't need to do this at all, but for some reason, Lin Qi's decision gave him a very special feeling. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was definitely not bad! Back at the house, the police were preparing to leave. In the short time Lin Qi was away, the Police Station, citing a suspected criminal activity in the vicinity, ordered nearby people to come and provide support, including the police officers in Vera's room.

In fact, everyone knows how these tricks are done, but they won't say it out loud.

After the police left, the middle-aged man among the two detectives smiled and said, "Mr. Lin Qi, your methods are very clever."

Lin Qi didn't use his methods to make the police officers slink back to the Police Station, nor did he embarrass them in person. Instead, he had them go and assist nearby police officers.

Even if they made a wasted trip, it would only prove that it was a "false alarm." No one could say that Lin Qi made them leave. He preserved his dignity and did not embarrass the police too much, which is quite remarkable.

You should know that some people always like to openly display their dissatisfaction so that others can see it. These people are foolish; they hurt others and they also hurt themselves.

Lin Qi smiled politely, then walked to the bar as if he were at home. He poured himself a drink and looked at the two of them. "Drink, coffee, or juice?" Before they could answer, he reminded them, "I don't know how to use the coffee machine or juicer. If you want them, you'll have to make them yourself."

This brought smiles to the faces of both detectives. No one dislikes being around people with a sense of humor. The male detective chuckled, "Although we have rules and regulations prohibiting drinking on duty..."

He glanced at the young Female Agent beside him. "But why not?"

This is the power of Senior Agent Federal Bureau of Investigation agents; many manuals and guidelines no longer apply to them much, giving them more autonomy in operations.