Ye Fei thought Murong still didn't tell him the whole truth. "So why me? Do I look better than your co-workers?"

"No, no," Murong hurriedly waved her hands and bit her lips. After a long silence, she said, "The man who likes me is called Yuan Chen. He is short and fat, rude, and very annoying. However, he is the son of Secretary Yuan..."

"Secretary Yuan, the Party Committee Secretary of Shanghai?" Ye Fei’s eyebrows shot up. Now he understood why Murong needed him to help her.

If Murong asked another policeman to pretend to be her boyfriend and Yuan Chen found out, he would tell his father and the policeman would likely be kicked off the force.

Therefore, no policemen were willing to offend Yuan Chen.

"It seems I was destined to be a bad man. This is not a good gig," Ye Fei said in a low voice.

Murong grabbed Ye Fei's arm again. "Oh, Fei, don't grumble. I know it’s not easy to help me. I will reward you later."

"Hehe..." Ye Fei grinned and said, "I don't want to be rewarded, but you have to deal with something for me afterwards. In the process, you can’t oppose me and you have to do as I say. If you can promise that, I will pretend to be your boyfriend."

"OK!" Murong immediately agreed with a wide grin on her face, and even hurriedly added, "I will do whatever you say this entire day!"

"There’s a good girl," Ye Fei smiled and patted her on the head.

She took his arm. As they walked along the pedestrian street, the eyes of many pedestrians were firmly set on Murong.

Her appearance was unusually beautiful and she had a perfect bearing, a rare beauty. Passersby envied Ye Fei and wondered why Murong would go out with a guy like that. Was she blind?

Ye Fei enjoyed their jealous stares. He took her to a store and bought her a purple silk scarf.

"Oh, Ye Fei..." Murong took the silk scarf at a loss for words. Was this really a gift for her?

"Now you are my girlfriend. If people see the red marks on your neck, they will think I abused you. The scarf will cover it up."

They wandered in the street for a while longer before Ye Fei walked into a jewelry shop.

Murong shook her head and refused to go in. "No, you are a bodyguard, you don’t have the money. I can’t let you buy me more stuff."

"You are mistaken, Rong. We have come to this shop to sell things." Ye Fei smiled and pulled her in.

The jewelry shop was very small. An old man was hunched over the counter, asleep.

When Ye Fei walked into the shop, the old man woke up, but when he saw who it was, he just lay his head back down again.

Ye Fei knocked on the counter and whispered, "Hey, I have some goods here, do you want to see?"

The old man raised his head with an angry expression. "Some goods...? Sorry, this is a shop. I just sell things, I don’t buy. If you're going to sell something, go find a pawn shop or set up a stall at the night market."

"You can’t fool me, boss. The sign outside your shop is different from the others. White bottom and black frame..." Ye Fei said mysteriously.

Before he finished his words, the old man suddenly grabbed his wrist, "Oh you’re a ‘fellow’. Come with me, please."

The old man went to the door of the shop, looked around, then pulled down the shutters. He went back around the counter and opened the door of the inner room, beckoning Fe Fei and Murong to follow him and sit down on two old chairs.

Ye Fei was calm. Obviously he expected all of that.

But Murong was puzzled. What did Ye Fei want to do here? Who was this old guy?

After the old man took Ye Fei and Murong to the inner room, he asked in a low voice, "Something in the earth, or on the body?"

Murong helplessly looked at Ye Fei for an explanation. He smiled and said, "’Something in the earth’ means funerary objects. Grave robbers bring them out of graveyards. ‘On the body’ means precious jewelry; that is, stolen goods."

"Oh!" Murong exclaimed. This was a place where thieves came to sell their stolen goods! No wonder he was being so mysterious.

As a police officer, Murong’s first instinct was to throw the old man to the floor, handcuff him, and drag him off to the police station.

However, she did not stand up, because Ye Fei was pressing down on her shoulder, pinning her to her seat.

"Everyone has their own way of life. We should give people a chance to make money; there is no need to persecute them."

"But..."

Murong was very righteous. She still wanted to handcuff the old man.

"Have you forgotten what you promised me just now?" Ye Fei said coldly.

"Oh... All right."

Murong was a very stubborn woman, but recalling the agreement, there was nothing she could do. However, she made a mental note to come back to the shop later with her colleagues and close it down.

Ye Fei smiled pleasantly toward the shopkeeper and took out a small, opaque bag. "On the body."

"Good, let me see." The old man grinned and opened the bag to look inside.

Inside this bag was Su Di’s stash of stolen jewelry.

Ye Fei could earn fifty thousand Yuan a month as Lin Qingwan’s bodyguard, but his comrades’ death benefits were still not settled. He needed more money, so he decided to sell the stash.

Anyway, they were someone else’s ill-gotten gains. He didn’t feel too bad about taking them.

The old man picked out a handful of items to inspect more closely and said, "Pearl, agate, crystal... These aren’t particularly valuable goods."

Ye Fei smiled sheepishly. "Well, I know they’re not very expensive, but they’re not that bad. Make an offer."