No wonder the server Rachel was more popular with the diners than Jane.
Jane was young and pretty, with a likable personality, but the visual impact of a ripe, juicy peach was much harder to forget.
Though those lovely natural assets seemed to have earned her only a little leeway to skip work whenever she pleased.
The faint sense of helplessness suited this declining town all too well.
"Sure, Rachel."
His gaze still wasn't exactly polite, but Fu Qian readily followed her wishes and called her by the name she'd given him.
"You really do like pink."
Before she could say anything, he went on to comment on the color of her car.
"...We both like this color."
As expected, Rachel's sweet smile visibly stiffened at the remark.
She looked Fu Qian over more carefully, then cautiously explained herself.
We?
Fu Qian certainly didn't think Rachel meant herself and him.
Everyone knew that once you were married, all the big purchases in the house were "a decision we made together."
To anyone who knew what to listen for, that was the same as bringing up her husband herself.
Given her earlier strange behavior and his knowledge of her color preferences, Rachel was clearly even more puzzled about who he was and why he was there.
As luck would have it, both of those things were indeed a problem.
"I can see that. Pink really suits Ed."
Fu Qian didn't bother hiding his intentions. He went straight ahead and mentioned her husband by name.
As expected, Rachel's expression froze completely.
"Mr. Hake should still be at your house right now."
Fu Qian twisted the knife again, pointing to his own chest.
"Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Anke, a new police officer."
Ah—
His real identity had clearly caught her