Chapter 202: Ordinary People

Call the police…?

Back in my school days when I ran rampant, no one ever dared to threaten me with calling the police.

But I have to admit, I’m a little scared. I’ve never dealt with the police before.

Could I end up like Brother Qu, thrown into jail?

The days ahead are going to be even tougher for me.

I can’t accept gifts anymore, and even when I scold or hit the kids, I have to do it behind Chen Ting’s back.

Normally, whenever something upset me, I’d immediately take it out on the kids in my class. But now? I’m walking on eggshells.

How could I let myself live like such a coward?

During lunch break that day, I searched on my phone to find out “what kind of people the police arrest.”

The results were a bit unexpected.

Despite the power of their positions, they can’t just arrest anyone they want.

They can only arrest those who break the law.

Online, people say the police treat ordinary citizens well—after all, they’re the “People’s Police.”

If that’s the case, then I have nothing to fear. I’m just an ordinary citizen, after all. I haven’t done anything heinous—I just want a better life for myself.

Lost in thought while staring at my phone, I suddenly received a message.

It was from that dad who had gifted me the gold necklace before.

“Teacher Xiao, are you busy right now?”

Without thinking, I typed out “Not busy,” but after a moment, I deleted it.

“A little busy. What’s up?”

About a minute later, he replied.

“You’ve been returning the gifts I sent these past few days. Is there a problem? Would you be free for dinner tonight?”

Reading that, a slow smile spread across my face.

Men will always be men. Without even realizing it, I had played hard to get—and it worked.

I agreed to his request without hesitation and dressed up for the occasion.

I chose a very low-cut minidress, did my makeup flawlessly, and had a feeling that my good days were about to return.

This parent usually drove a luxury car—the logo started with a “P,” followed by some letters I couldn’t pronounce. I think it was called “Pala-something” or “Mera-something.” Either way, it was expensive.

He drove me to the only Western restaurant in town.

After we sat down, he pulled out a small, exquisite box containing a watch.

“Teacher Xiao, sorry to bother you. Please accept this small token.” He smiled at me. “I’m usually very busy with work, so I’d appreciate it if you could keep an eye on Xiao Hao.”

With a smile, I took the watch and tried it on. “Oh, don’t be so formal, big bro. I’m just doing my job as a teacher.”

“I know, but…” He hesitated. “For some reason, Xiao Hao hasn’t seemed very happy lately. I’ve been thinking about it, and since you spend the most time with him, if there’s anything going on, I’d appreciate it if you could let me know first. If you could give Xiao Hao your full attention, I could focus on my work without worry.”

I thought for a moment before looking up. “Big bro, if you want me to devote all my attention to Xiao Hao… that’s a bit tricky.”

“Huh?” The man looked up, seemingly confused.

“There are over thirty kids in the class. My energy is limited,” I said with a smile. “Your gifts are lovely, but I can only promise to do my best.”

He scratched his head, finally understanding my meaning—but he still looked troubled.

“Well… I came in a hurry… I didn’t bring much. Would you mind if I just transferred you the money instead?”

“How could that work?” I laughed again. “I’m a teacher. I can’t just take your money *and* spend it.”

“Then…” He was at a loss, unsure what to do.

This was my moment to strike.

“Big bro… would you like to… *get to know me* better?” I asked. “If I consider you *one of my own*, of course I’d take extra care of Xiao Hao.”

The man slowly straightened in his seat, leaning back in his chair.

His expression changed—now he looked conflicted.

“Teacher Xiao… you… you do *this* too?”

“Hey, big bro, what kind of question is that?” I patted the back of his hand. “I just don’t want to take your money for nothing. And I’d like to get *closer* to you—it’d be good for both of us.”

The man sat rigidly for a few seconds before suddenly smirking dismissively.

He was a big boss. He’d understand.

This was just a transaction.

We’d both get what we wanted, and no one would owe anyone anything.

We booked a room at a hotel in town, but—just as I said—it seemed even the heavens couldn’t stand to see me happy.

That night, the police raided the place. I got reported *again*.

They flashed their badges and said, “We received a tip about illegal activities taking place here.”

But they were wrong about me.

I could clearly state the name and age of the man beside me. I had his number saved in my phone. I even knew his home address.

How could I possibly be one of those cheap prostitutes?

At worst, this was an affair.

Since when is *that* illegal?

Watching the officers, I couldn’t help but feel furious. How dare they accuse me?

“Sorry, ma’am. Our mistake.”

The police turned to leave, but I wasn’t about to let them off that easily.

“Hold it,” I said. “A simple ‘sorry’ is enough? Is this how you cops operate?”

“Uh…” The officers turned back, looking uneasy. “What do you want?”

“What do *I* want? That’s *your* job to figure out.” I crossed my arms. “You’re just going to walk away? If you were arresting a criminal and accidentally shot a hostage, would a ‘sorry’ cut it?”

“You—!”

A young-looking officer seemed ready to argue, but an older one stopped him.

“Miss, we truly apologize, but we have a duty to act on reports. We couldn’t just ignore it.” The middle-aged man spoke politely. “We disturbed you tonight, and that was wrong. If you’re still unhappy, you can report us at the station. Here’s my badge number.”

Just as I thought—because I’m an ordinary citizen, the People’s Police *have* to serve me.

*That’s* the difference between me and those cheap whores.

I gave them an earful before finally letting them leave.

So satisfying.

This feeling was *so* satisfying.

Those high-and-mighty cops weren’t so tough after all.

I turned back, ready to *pick up where we left off*, only to see the man’s eyes filled with even more disdain than before.

“I’ve lost interest. Maybe another time.” He pulled on his clothes with a grim expression and walked out.

I stood there, dumbfounded, unable to make sense of it.

What just happened?

I racked my brain but couldn’t find an answer. All I knew was—my “happiness” was gone again.