Eating Melons in the Police Station

In the lobby of the He'an District Police Station, the bench where Little Tong often sat was now occupied by a woman.

The woman had an excellent figure—tall and slender, with thick, straight black hair that cascaded down to her waist. By all appearances, she seemed to be a stunning beauty.

Her face, however, remained a mystery, as she had been wearing a mask and sunglasses since she arrived. She briefly explained that she had seen her child on TV and had come to claim them.

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The woman didn't answer but instead asked, "Does Zhong Jin work here? I need to see him."

The fact that she knew Zhong Jin's name caught Little Wang off guard.

The woman's demeanor was so refined, almost like a celebrity, and she didn't seem like a fraud at all. Plus, she knew Zhong Jin, so Little Wang quickly forgot about the earlier mention of disturbing public order and immediately called Zhong Jin.

Some people, when brought to the station, would arrogantly demand, "I want to see the director," much like someone in a restaurant slamming the table and shouting, "I want to see your manager!"

Zhong Jin usually wouldn't entertain such people.

But this woman was connected to Little Tong, and Zhong Jin had a gut feeling she wasn't here to cause trouble. After stepping out of the elevator, he drove straight back to the station.

He walked into the police station with the child in his arms.

The station had just brought in a group of drunk troublemakers, and the lobby was chaotic and crowded. Through the throng of people, Zhong Jin immediately spotted the woman sitting in the corner, legs crossed, head bowed, scrolling through her phone.

Qiu Sheng.

Even though she was wearing sunglasses and a mask, Zhong Jin knew her so well that he recognized her just by her silhouette.

Why was Qiu Sheng here?

Was it Qiu Sheng who had come looking for him?

Was Little Tong Qiu Sheng's daughter?

When he had taken Little Tong back to Jing City, he had gone to see Qiu Sheng, and at the time, she hadn't seemed aware of Little Tong's existence.

He turned around, still holding the child, and walked out of the station. Standing by his car, he made a call. "I'm outside the station. Come out."

Inside, Qiu Sheng put away her phone, stood up, and waved at Little Wang. "Thanks, little brother. See you."

Little Wang called after her, "Hey, the director hasn't arrived yet. Where are you going?"

But Qiu Sheng didn't respond. She slung a black canvas tote bag over her shoulder and disappeared into the night.

She spotted the tall figure standing by the black SUV and walked over.

"Is this the child?" Qiu Sheng asked.

Zhong Jin looked at her, puzzled.

Qiu Sheng, right in front of them, removed her mask and the oversized black sunglasses, revealing a clean, makeup-free face. Despite the lack of cosmetics, she was strikingly beautiful, especially her bright, almond-shaped brown eyes, which were captivating.@@novelbin@@

Little Tong, nestled in Zhong Jin's arms, had been staring at Qiu Sheng with her big, dark eyes. When Qiu Sheng revealed her face, the child exclaimed loudly, "Mom!"

Qiu Sheng opened her arms toward the child. "You really are my child."

Little Tong threw herself into Qiu Sheng's embrace, sniffing around her ears with her tiny nose. She covered her head, looking anxious. "Why do you smell different now?"

*

Anticipating that their conversation would be abstract and might take a while, Zhong Jin took Qiu Sheng directly to the apartment where they were currently staying.

The apartment had a two-bedroom, one-living-room layout, with a small kitchen. The decor was quite nice, done to the standard of a star-rated hotel, but compared to a proper home, the space felt a bit cramped.

After entering, Qiu Sheng casually looked around. "Tsk, why didn't you buy a decent place when you have a child?"

Zhong Jin set the child down on the floor. "Enough with the nonsense. What's going on?"

Qiu Sheng walked over to the sofa and sat down, crossing her legs. "I'm thirsty. Get me some water."

Zhong Jin went to the kitchen to fetch water, but since this was a temporary residence, they didn't have much. There were only two cups in the house—one for him and one for Little Tong. Zhong Jin was a bit of a perfectionist, and even though he and Qiu Sheng had been intimate in the past, they were divorced now, and he didn't want to share something as personal as a cup.

So he simply brought over the kettle and placed it on the coffee table. "Here, drink."

Qiu Sheng stared at it. "...Where's the cup?"

"No cup. Just take a sip from the kettle."

"Seriously? You couldn't even give me a bowl? Am I supposed to drink straight from the kettle?"

Zhong Jin went back to the kitchen and returned with a bowl, handing it to Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng drank three bowls of water in a row.

Zhong Jin stood to the side, teasing her. "Even a cow doesn't drink as much as you. Did someone sell you off to the desert to do hard labor?"

Ignoring his sarcasm, Qiu Sheng leaned back on the sofa, hugging a pillow, and finally began to explain. "Zhong Jin, do you remember when I told you about that recurring dream I used to have?"

"I remember. You also said I looked like the person in your dream."

"Right." Qiu Sheng nodded. "Last night, I came across a video clip of this child online, and I immediately recognized her as the child from my dreams. In the dream, she was always calling me 'Mom.' You saw it yourself—the moment we met, she called me 'Mom.' That proves she's my child."

After seeing the child in the video searching for her family, Qiu Sheng connected it to her dream and recalled that Zhong Jin had once asked her if she had a daughter. Putting the pieces together, she became convinced that this child was the one from her dreams, so she came to find her.

Zhong Jin had heard about Qiu Sheng's dream before.

She had been having the same dream since she was a teenager. In the dream, they were in a place that looked like ancient times, wearing traditional silk robes, surrounded by many people, and even raising a beautiful, large dog.

But her dream was fragmented, not a continuous story.

Later, Zhong Jin noticed that Qiu Sheng often read fantasy novels and assumed her dreams were just a result of reading too much.

Now, it seemed Qiu Sheng wasn't just influenced by novels—she might have been retaining fragments of memories from a past life.

Moreover, Qiu Sheng's dream aligned perfectly with Little Tong's description of another world.

Zhong Jin's internal alarms went off.

He already had a rough idea of why Qiu Sheng was here, but he wanted to confirm it directly. "So, what do you plan to do now that you're here?"

Qiu Sheng was busy pouring herself another bowl of water.

Noticing Zhong Jin watching her, she smiled apologetically. "Sorry, the airplane food was too salty."

After finishing the bowl, she set it down and stated matter-of-factly, "I'm here to take my child back, of course."

Zhong Jin coughed violently, his usually stern face flushing red.

"What are you thinking? Even if the child is yours, she's also mine. You can't just take her away like that."

Suddenly, Zhong Jin remembered something. "She doesn't even know your name. How can you claim she's your child? When she came to this world, the first person she looked for was me. That proves I'm the one closest to her, the one she wants to live with."

"That can't be. In my dreams, she was always closest to me."

Zhong Jin shot back, "You said it yourself—it was just a dream. Dreams are the opposite of reality. Right now, she and I are the best of friends."

"Fine, let's ask the child herself."

So the poor child, who had been riding her scooter around, was called over to the sofa. The chubby little girl had one foot on the scooter, the other on the ground, and was munching on a piece of buttered toast.

When called over, she looked a bit annoyed. "What? I'm hungry."

Zhong Jin pointed at Qiu Sheng and asked, "Do you know her name?"

Little Tong, mouth full of toast, mumbled, "Madam."

Zhong Jin gave Qiu Sheng a look that said, *See? She doesn't even know your name.* If she didn't know her name, their relationship couldn't be that close.

“When she first came to the He'an District Police Station to look for me, she immediately said my name,” Zhong Jin emphasized deliberately.

Qiu Sheng looked skeptical. In her dreams, she and Little Tong had been very close. Although the scenes were fragmented, the child would sleep nestled in her arms, she would adorn the child’s hair with gemstones, and they would pick flowers and fly kites together. How could their relationship not be good?

She pulled Little Tong in front of her and wrapped her arms around the child, asking, “Sweetie, how did you know his name is Zhong Jin?”

Little Tong put her hands on her hips and shouted with full confidence, “Zhong Jin, come out and face your baptism!”

“What does ‘baptism’ mean?” Qiu Sheng turned to Zhong Jin.

“...She probably means ‘face your death.’”

Qiu Sheng covered her mouth and laughed for a moment. “So, people often came to your door, calling you by name and threatening to kill you, and that’s how you remembered his name, right?”

“It seems like someone can’t provide a stable life for the child in either world,” Qiu Sheng said loudly on purpose.

“I think it’s more suitable for the child to live with me. Of course, Zhong Jin, you can apply for visitation rights. If you behave well, I might consider allowing it.”

Zhong Jin couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation. “Then tell me, why did she come to me first when she arrived in this world, and not you? It proves she trusts me more.”

So Qiu Sheng asked the child again, “Why did you go to him first and not me?”

The child, impatient with their back-and-forth, interrupted them, “I’m hungry. I want hotpot.”

On the way to the hotpot restaurant, Zhong Jin and Qiu Sheng continued to argue in the car. Little Tong covered her ears and pressed her face against the window, watching the cars outside, completely baffled by what these adults were doing.

As for why she had gone to Zhong Jin first when she arrived in this world, Little Tong couldn’t explain it clearly. It was just an instinctive drive.

Back in the Demon Lord’s world, she had once been severely injured and nearly died. At that time, her father had used his own blood to nourish her, saving her life.

For demon hounds, drinking someone’s blood naturally creates a stronger bond with that person, and their mutual connection becomes more sensitive. Some owners even deliberately feed their blood to their spirit beasts to strengthen their connection.

This was why her bond with her father was deeper, and their connection was stronger.

Her mother, of course, had also been the one who spent the most time with her and loved her dearly. If her mother’s blood hadn’t lacked healing properties, she would have undoubtedly bled herself to save her when she was injured.

So Little Tong couldn’t understand why they were arguing now, why they had to separate. Wouldn’t it be better to live together peacefully as a family, just like before?

When they arrived at the hotpot restaurant, a split pot was brought to the table. Little Tong sat in her high chair, eating the beef Zhong Jin had picked for her. The vegetables and bean sprouts were pushed to the side—she didn’t like them.

Qiu Sheng, noticing that the child only ate meat, recalled, “In my dream, the big dog we raised was also very picky, only willing to eat meat.”

Zhong Jin, who was in the middle of picking food for the child, suddenly froze. A big dog, with a keen sense of smell, often lying on the ground, and fond of eating meat.

“Wait a minute,” he realized abruptly, “Zhong Yuntong, are you that dog?”

Little Tong, chewing on her meat, raised a finger and wagged it seriously in front of Zhong Jin, her dark eyes almost crossing with intensity. “No, I’m your baby.”

Qiu Sheng also spoke up for the child, “Zhong Jin, don’t talk nonsense. She is her, and the dog is the dog. How could she be the dog?”