I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 62: New Possible Route?

Chapter 62: New Possible Route?

"I see. Good to know there’s at least one police officer who actually cares about this case," Zhao Yiming said with a polite smile.

"Since, you know... the lack of evidence and all." He decided to go with the flow.

"My name is Zhao Yiming, Ms. Han," he introduced himself formally.

Han Queying laughed softly. "Oh, no need to be so formal with me, Mr. Zhao. Or can I call you Zhao? Or... Yiming?"

His eyes widened slightly. ’Is this girl making a move on me?!’

His gaze instinctively flicked toward Luo Yanyu—who was staring holes into the side of his head with a glare sharp enough to slice noodles midair.

"Uh... Zhao or Zhao Yiming is fine," he said, clearing his throat and straightening his posture.

"Alright then," Han said, all business again. "Let’s focus on the case, shall we?"

She walked over to Wen Qiao, who was wiping the counter, and politely asked for access to the back room. The old woman gave a nod of approval with a gentle wave of her hand.

"Since all of us can’t fit inside, how about you come with me to check the footage?" Han turned back, gesturing toward the hallway—and winked.

Zhao Yiming blinked and pointed at himself. "Me?"

Before he could answer, the system chimed in:

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[A possible route for Han Queying has been unlocked!]

[Your answer will determine the type of route you will pursue. Choose carefully!]

[Message from the God of Richness & Love:]

["HELL YEAHHH!!! SPICY ROMEO AND JULIET?! TWO SIDES THAT SHOULDN’T BE TOGETHER?! GET YOUR ASSES MOVING, MY DISCIPLE, AND GO TO THAT BACK ROOM!!!"]

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Zhao Yiming took a deep breath. He didn’t even dare to look at Luo Yanyu’s expression right now. She was probably sulking... or seething... or both.

But dammit, how could he just reject Han Queying? Not with the potential rewards that came with flirting and seducing her!

"Sure," he said, standing up. "I also want to understand the case in more detail."

He quickly followed Han into the back room where the PC storing the noodle shop’s CCTV footage was set up.

The back room was surprisingly cozy. A lavender rug covered part of the wooden floor. Posters of anime and game characters adorned the pale purple walls.

On the desk sat a custom-built PC, surrounded by scattered plushies, LED lights, and one heavily used purple gaming chair that looked like the throne of a teenage queen.

Zhao Yiming took a moment to smile. This had to be Yaya’s space. He still remembered how obsessed she was with purple and gaming...

He took a seat on a plain black chair beside the main setup, while Han slid gracefully into the gaming chair and immediately took control of the mouse.

"Hmm... Xinya does have really cute taste," she said, adjusting her seat, "Even if she’s not exactly cute herself."

Zhao tilted his head. "Oh? You know her?"

"Yup! Madam Wen was the first to help me when I got lost in this city," Han replied, her voice casual but her fingers deftly clicking through folders on the PC.

"It was raining that night, freezing cold. I’d taken the wrong bus and ended up god-knows-where on the other side of the city."

Zhao watched her as she leaned slightly forward, focused and calm. "I was really happy when I found out she’d moved the shop closer to my precinct," she added, eyes still on the screen.

Then she glanced at him. "So... what’s your story? Judging from how you and Xinya reacted earlier, you clearly know them."

Zhao rubbed the back of his neck, uneasy. "It’s... complicated. And I don’t think Yaya would like it if I told you."

"Yaya?" Han arched an eyebrow. "Don’t tell me you’ve got something going on with her too."

She frowned sharply. "I actually like your handsome face, but don’t you dare mess with her if you’re already juggling a harem."

"What?! No way!" he waved his hands defensively.

"I’m not doing anything to her, alright? I met her at her father’s funeral. She was crying, I gave her my shoulder, told her a bit about how her dad felt. That’s it."

He leaned back slightly and let out a sigh. "I’m not trying to touch her. I promise."

There was a pause.

"Let’s just focus on the case," he said, redirecting the attention back to the monitor.

Han looked at him for a moment, eyes narrowing with suspicion... then relaxing. She gave a small nod and turned back to the footage.

A few minutes passed as soft clicking echoed through the small room. Han Queying leaned closer to the monitor, eyes narrowed with sharp focus. Then, her finger froze above the mouse.

"Got it," she said, voice low but firm.

She had pulled up the footage from the specific day of the incident. Based on Luo Yanyu’s intel, the accident had occurred precisely at 19:00.

So Han smartly rewound the video to around 17:00 to observe the lead-up.

Her gaze didn’t waver as she watched. And then—at 18:45—her eyes widened slightly.

"There!" she said, pointing at the screen. "Look at him—he’s our guy."

Zhao Yiming leaned over, squinting at the grainy footage. A man in a dark jacket could be seen bending down exactly at the spot where Madam He later slipped. But the view was partially blocked by a railing.

"Hmm... maybe," Zhao said, tapping a finger against the desk.

"But we can’t tell what he’s doing. He might just be tying his shoelaces. Ugh, the angle sucks. It’s too damn blurry."

Han clicked her tongue. "Right... but the fact that the thing he placed was missing when I checked the scene? That’s suspicious. Let’s fast forward. If he came back later to clean it up, we’ll catch him again."

Her fingers moved swiftly over the mouse as she scrubbed forward in the timeline. The glow of the monitor lit her face, highlighting the crease of concentration between her brows.

"If that’s true," Zhao said thoughtfully, "we’ll need a second angle to figure out what he tossed. I don’t think this store has another outdoor camera."

"Nope," Han said without looking at him. "We’ll need to check with nearby stores. A street-facing camera might’ve caught something."

And then—her eyes narrowed.

"There," she murmured, freezing the video again.

The man returned around 20:00. He moved like someone searching for something—his posture stiff, glancing around nervously.

He lingered about five minutes before abruptly walking away in a hurry.

Zhao leaned in again. "Huh?"

Han tapped the screen. "Whatever he put there... it might’ve fallen with Madam He when she slipped. If that’s true, the evidence could be damaged, lost, or swept away."

"Damn... that sleek bastard!" Zhao Yiming clenched his fists tightly, jaw twitching. But then, a thought struck him like lightning.

"Wait—if he knew Madam He would be there at that exact time, doesn’t that mean... he was stalking her?"

Han paused, then turned to him with an impressed look. "You’re actually pretty smart."

Zhao blinked. "Wait, seriously?"

She gave him a smirk. "You’re becoming more and more interesting."

The air between them shifted for a moment.

And then—

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[Ms. Police is attacking you with her smirk! Route ’The Two Sides of the Same Coin’ has been successfully established!]

[Choose your subroute:]

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