Outside, undercurrents surged and circumstances shifted.
But in Chen Family Village, at the center of the storm, life remained peaceful.
The Song-Style Courtyard House.
A black Wrangler SUV stopped outside the courtyard. The door swung open, and a pair of long, straight legs stepped out.
Qin Churan wore casual clothes, her hair tied in a practical ponytail, a trace of fatigue from sleepless nights lingering in her eyes.
For the past two weeks, she had been leading her team on a major case spanning multiple provinces. She had eaten and slept at the police station, without even time to check her phone.
Today, the case had finally closed. Without even going home, she had driven straight to Chen Family Village.
Standing at the entrance, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart.
"It's been two weeks... I wonder if he's missed me." Qin Churan bit her lower lip. The usually cool female detective now looked like a young girl about to meet her crush.
She raised her hand and pushed open the half-closed vermilion gate.
"Chen Lin, I'm done with my case..."
Before she could finish, Qin Churan's voice caught in her throat.
In the spacious back courtyard.
Qin Chuxia wore a skintight yoga outfit that showed off every curve of her stunning figure.
She stood in an open space, her right hand forming a strange hand seal.
Whoosh-
An orange-red fireball the size of a human head appeared out of thin air at her fingertips, radiating scorching heat. Even from over ten meters away, Qin Churan could feel the oppressive heat wave.
"Go!" Qin Chuxia cried, flicking her finger.
The fireball hurtled toward a thousand-jin boulder in the corner by the courtyard wall.
Boom!
With a muffled blast, the hard bluestone shattered into fragments scattered