Skinny-headed pimping
When Yu Song was released, it was 11:30 in the morning.
She had been brought in as a major suspect at noon yesterday, and had been detained for less than twenty-four hours—perfectly legal and by the book.
She stood at the entrance, looking herself over in the Police Honor Mirror.
A head of striking green short hair, messy and sticking out everywhere, her features were beautiful, but because she was so thin, her facial contours looked almost sharpened.
If you looked only at her face and not her eyes, it would give off a cold, hard impression.
Below, she wore a pair of pink ultra-short shorts. On top, a cropped white T-shirt. On her feet, a pair of black fabric knee-high boots.
With these clothes, this hairstyle, and her deathly pale skin, she looked exactly like a rebellious girl obsessed with anime.
Yu Song had always thought people only dressed like this in junior high or high school, but the original owner was already a sophomore in college. “Looks like her university is pretty tolerant,” she thought.
Yu Song smiled at the girl in the mirror, ruffled her already messy hair to make it even messier, then turned and walked out of the Criminal Investigation Team’s doors.
She was exhausted and hungry. She needed to find somewhere to recharge.
Last night, Yu Song had dozed off at the table for a bit. In between, they gave her two boxed meals and a few bottles of water.
She ate all of it, and now she was still holding half a bottle of water.
Being interrogated was already draining, physically and mentally, let alone being questioned intensively by the Major Crime Unit of the Criminal Investigation Team. Even Yu Song couldn’t handle it.
She wanted to find a place to eat first, but after catching a whiff of her own sweaty odor, she decided she’d better go home and shower.
Thinking about going home, Yu Song subconsciously headed toward the bus stop, then realized that was the original owner’s habit.
With a poor family background, she always chose the cheapest transportation.
Yu Song was in no mood to squeeze onto a crowded bus with a bunch of uncles and aunties.
Besides, at this hour, if she ran into the neighborhood loudspeakers, she’d be driven crazy by the noise.
She stopped at the roadside and pulled out her phone, only to find there was no ride-hailing app installed.
She skillfully started downloading the app, but before it finished installing, she suddenly received a text message: “Insufficient data balance.”
Yu Song stared at the message and the sluggish screen of her phone.
A nameless anger bubbled up.
She hadn’t even felt this irritated in the interrogation room.
What kind of miserable life had this girl been living?
Didn’t she get a bonus?
Why not spend it?
So stingy and cautious every day, scared of this and that. In the end, when she turned dark, she couldn’t even do it properly—didn’t kill who needed killing, kept going against the male and female leads.
If you don’t die, who will?
While complaining, Yu Song checked her bank card and all the payment apps.
There was twenty yuan on her card, and fifty-seven yuan in her e-wallet.
The city bureau had given her a ten-thousand-yuan bonus, but as soon as she got it, the original owner’s mother transferred it all away.
The two hundred left was only returned after the original owner threatened to report her mother, begging for it back.
In other words, the original owner had only fifty-seven yuan on hand before this.
Yu Song sighed. Looks like her first mission was to make some money.
The original owner’s major was Accounting. ‘
If she did well, she could make a decent living.
If not, she’d end up as a cashier or even a warehouse clerk, barely making a few dozen yuan a month at most.
And for graduates from third-rate schools like hers, not delivering food after graduation was already considered lucky.
Yu Song didn’t care much for this major, but she still had to get her degree.
Luckily, the university was local and the tuition was cheap.
She switched to a data plan with more traffic on a mini program, just about to hail a ride, when she looked up and saw a bathhouse across the street advertising a promotion.
One hundred and thirty-three yuan, with a buffet included?
Yu Song gave up on the ride and crossed the street into the bathhouse.
Inside the Criminal Investigation Team, Gu Zhi also heard that Yu Song had entered the bathhouse.
He frowned—no matter how legitimate these places were, they always attracted all kinds of shady characters.
“Keep a close eye on her. See who she’s meeting with.”
Yu Song finished her shower, changed clothes, and was now picking through the buffet for her meal.
With a bathhouse at this price, you could forget about fresh seafood at the buffet, but the pork belly looked decent, and the bacon and roast duck were passable.
Yu Song grabbed a good amount of vegetables and tofu, ordered a clear soup hotpot, and decided to eat some chrysanthemum.
She was really hungry, so she sat in the coolest corner and dug in.
Just as she was enjoying her meal, someone sidled up next to her.
Yu Song couldn’t be bothered to look back or exchange pleasantries, just said coldly, “Not sharing a table.”
The person didn’t leave, and even chuckled twice before pulling out the chair next to Yu Song and sitting down.
A wave of cigarette smoke hit her. Yu Song frowned. Some people just didn’t deserve a polite face—she should have told him to scram right away.
She was about to curse him off when the bald man chuckled, “Little Yu, where’s your mom? How come she let you, this money-losing girl, come here alone?”
Yu Song frowned. She’d only heard women called “money-losing goods” in period dramas.
It was already 2025—even if you favored boys over girls, shouldn’t you at least pretend otherwise?
But the original owner had been called that often, just because the character “Song” in her name sounded like “to send away.”
Her dad was Yu Daqiang, her mom was Song Wenya. Originally, she was supposed to be named Yu Song—pleasant and meaningful—but during registration, it was written down as Yu Song.
Song Wenya said it was a clerical error. Yu Daqiang said he’d wanted a divorce at the time and didn’t want to put Song Wenya’s surname in their child’s name.
The original owner only found out the real reason later.
After the child was born, the parents had considered giving her away, but never managed to.
With both parents alive, the orphanage wouldn’t take her, and Yu Daqiang, for some reason, just named her Yu Song.
She’d been called that for nearly twenty years, and no one thought the name was odd.
But Yu Song really didn’t like it. Looks like she’d have to find time to change her name back, maybe even get a paternity test while she was at it.
Yu Daqiang had always doubted her parentage, since Song Wenya had gotten pregnant while they were both active in the DD Organization.
Yu Song ultimately rejected the idea.
There was no need.
She wasn’t the original owner, and had no real family here.
The original owner had never felt any affection either—there was no need to pay her debts for her.
“Money-losing girl, how old are you now? You should be an adult, right? Your chest is a bit small, but your skin is nice and you look pretty. But what’s with that green hair? It’s hideous.”
Yu Song realized the bald man was an acquaintance of Song Wenya’s, so she ignored him, but he just got more and more foul-mouthed.
The hotpot was starting to bubble. Yu Song’s hands itched, but after glancing at the couple across from her eating watermelon, she restrained herself.
She was just about to put some vegetables in the pot when the bald man grabbed her hair to examine it.
“Can you even dye this back? My clients all like obedient girls.”
Yu Song had had enough.
A pimp, trying to rope her in?
Unbelievable.
She dumped a plate of vegetables into the pot, grabbed the bald man’s collar with her other hand, and used a bit of force to press his head toward the hotpot.
Yu Song moved fast. The bald man yelped, releasing her hair and bracing both hands on the counter.
He thought Yu Song was going to dunk his face in the pot. His eyes nearly popped out in fear. “You… what are you doing?”
The couple across the table seemed startled too.
The woman looked over anxiously, while the man quickly got up and walked over.
Yu Song kept the bald man’s head pressed down. “Waiter, look, there’s a bug on this lettuce leaf. Do you see it? Hurry up and get it out for me!”
The man who had come over with his plate of fruit froze mid-step, looking around as if lost, then turned and walked back to the buffet.
The bald man’s eyes were fogged up by the steam—he couldn’t see any bug, but he was relieved. So the girl had just been scared by a bug on her food.
Kids who dress like this are always jumpy, nothing strange about that.
But he was still angry—this girl was way too strong.
He’d been scared out of his wits and totally embarrassed.
“I’m not a waiter! Are you blind?”
This time, with a light struggle, Yu Song let go. She said lazily, “Guangtou Qiang, am I blind, or are you?”
The bald man froze at being called out by his nickname. Suddenly his back felt cold—so she knew who he was.
And he actually saw a murderous look in this girl’s eyes.
Just now, she really had wanted to dunk his face in the pot!
Good thing it was a small pot and his face was big—at worst he’d get burned.
Otherwise, he’d end up looking like a slab of boiled pork.
He dropped the fake smile and said seriously, “Little Yu, don’t be afraid. Forgot to introduce myself, I’m a friend of your mom’s…”
He trailed off under Yu Song’s threatening glare, swallowing his words.
Now he was certain that look he’d seen wasn’t an illusion.
“Sorry, my mistake. I thought you were someone else.”
With that, he slunk away.
Yu Song wiped the spot on the table where he’d pressed down with a napkin, then fished out a lettuce leaf from the pot, dipped it in sesame sauce, and ate.
She hadn’t wanted to act so ruthless, but people like that were like sticky candy—the more you avoided or compromised, the more they’d bully you.
As for whether Guangtou Qiang would take it out on Song Wenya—she didn’t care. Weren’t they supposed to be friends? There were plenty of old scores to settle between them.
By now, the fruit-eating guy had come back from the buffet with a plate of fruit.
Yu Song saw he’d gotten watermelon and Hami melon again, and her mouth twitched. He really liked melons.
She ignored the couple and focused on eating.
When she finished, the two of them had already moved over to the ice cream machine by the restaurant entrance.
Yu Song walked over. “Watching the show and eating melon together, now sharing ice cream—pretty cozy. Just don’t end up catching real feelings.”
Both of them looked at her blankly.
The guy looked around, “Little sister, are you talking to us?”
The girl pretended not to hear, stepping aside. “Am I in your way? Do you want ice cream too?”
Yu Song couldn’t be bothered to waste words. “That guy earlier is called Guangtou Qiang. My mom’s one of his school’s ‘parents.’ I heard he can even buy a school district house. He recognized me just now and wanted me to go over for ‘new tea.'”
The couple’s expressions cracked instantly. “Parents” meant a madam in the business, “school district house” meant underage girls, and “new tea” meant a new girl had arrived.
These were all coded phrases from that line of work.
Although there weren’t many good people around Yu Song, she was still a student and had never been involved in anything illegal.
No one expected her to speak the lingo so fluently.
After saying her piece, she ignored their stunned faces, rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, and started singing, “I want money, money, money!”
The guy quickly looked down at his own toes, while the girl bit her lip hard, afraid she’d burst out laughing.
Today’s mission was really quite a challenge.
Yu Song didn’t make things difficult for them. “Relax, I know I can’t take private transfers. When you get back, remember to tell Police Officer Gu that this tip came from me. Happy cooperation!”
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