Peninsula: Director of Public Prosecutions Starts with Daily Intelligence

Park Yeon-jin: I’ll make noodles for you!Seeing that he was temporarily safe, Shixian simply let go of Park Yeonjin and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

“Compared to a scumbag, what you, the wicked woman, did is truly disgusting, isn’t it?”

Shixian originally didn’t want to go this far; he never liked being threatened, nor did he like threatening others.

“What do you mean?”

Park Yeonjin’s clothes were a bit disheveled from the struggle over the phone, and she glared fiercely at Shixian, not understanding what he was talking about.

“Do you know about a murder case that happened at Qishan School in the early morning of September 5th?”

“Wh-what murder case?”

Park Yeonjin was clearly flustered. She could never forget the date September 5th; not only did she know about it, but she had also witnessed the scene of the crime firsthand.

But why would Shixian know about this?

“You must be thinking, ’Why would I know about this?’”

“Right?”

Shixian interrogated Park Yeonjin, this outwardly fierce but inwardly fragile and crazy beauty, just like he would interrogate a criminal.

Cold sweat trickled down Park Yeonjin’s forehead. Shixian had really guessed it. She had been wondering why he knew about this, and who among the five-person group had leaked it?

That incident had happened so many years ago, why was someone still bringing it up? Damn it!

“If you want no one to know, don’t do it in the first place, my dear Yeonjin. Don’t you agree?”

Shixian smiled; everything was under his control. Park Yeonjin’s reaction confirmed his suspicions. The intelligence system truly didn’t deceive him!

“Hehe~ Do you have proof? Are you trying to scare me?” Park Yeonjin’s expression was a bit frantic. She always got like this when emotional; it was an old habit.

Shixian didn’t waste words. Seeing that she was still unconvinced, he copied the system intelligence video to a USB drive and projected it directly onto the large screen in the living room.

“Wicked woman, I see you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin. It seems I need to help you recall all the bad things you’ve done in the past!”

Products from the system were always top-notch. This high-definition video was even more detailed than the original crime scene. Not only was the picture quality clear, but it also included supplementary details.

It was like a documentary, and Park Yeonjin was so shocked that cold sweat ran down her back.

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Shixian stood by, enjoying the terrified and helpless expression of Park Yeonjin, known as the Great Han Republic’s number one wicked woman. He felt incredibly satisfied.

He wanted to jump up, wave his hands and feet, and shout.

Awesome!

“Sister-in-law, you don’t want your secret…”

Park Yeonjin was staring blankly. She hadn’t expected someone to have recorded the incident from back then. Not only that, but they had filmed her so clearly and beautifully. She didn’t even have time to admire her own beauty.

If this recording got out, Park Yeonjin would be ruined. Not only would her respectable job as a weathercaster be gone, but her identity as the prosecutor’s wife would likely also disappear.

What awaited her in the latter half of her life would be a small dark room, a pair of silver handcuffs, and a life of confinement.

Park Yeonjin shook her head. No! Not even for a month. If she went to a place like that, she would be completely destroyed.

She looked at Shixian’s roguish smile, suppressed her disgust, and cooed, “Husband~”

But her smile was uglier than a cry, making Shixian’s body tremble.

“Yeonjin, don’t have an episode. I’m really scared.”

“Axi!” Park Yeonjin angrily threw a sofa cushion at Shixian’s head. “You’re the one who’s sick! Your whole family is sick!”

Shixian looked at his furious sister-in-law, the wicked woman Park Yeonjin, and found her somewhat cute… It seemed he, too, must be sick.

Shixian returned the phone to Park Yeonjin, then casually sat beside her and patiently said, “Sister-in-law, we are now grasshoppers on the same rope, people on the same boat.”

“Even if I’m really not Lee Kyung-hyun, what then? If you expose me, what benefit will you gain?”

Park Yeonjin didn’t speak, still glaring at him like a fierce wolf cub.

Shixian continued, “Let’s not talk about it yet. When the time comes, will the Prosecutor believe me, the Prosecutor of the Great Han Republic, or will he believe you, this crazy woman?”

“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush!”

Shixian needed to thoroughly analyze the pros and cons for this crazy person, so she would be more obedient and honest in the future.

“If I go in, rest assured, I will absolutely drag you down with me. By then, you will not only lose your respectable job as a weathercaster.”

“Moreover, having lost your identity as the prosecutor’s wife, and most importantly, after spending several years inside… what will you do then???”

Park Yeonjin was already frightened by the scene Shixian described. She bit her lip, venting her anger, causing a little blood to seep out.

Shixian continued to threaten, “Let’s assume you behave well inside and are released early. What then? How many precious years of youth does one have?”

“Especially for a great beauty like you, Yeonjin. By the time you come out, you’ll be old and faded. Your former girlfriends will all avoid you, and even Mother Hong will…”

“Stop talking! I told you to stop talking!!! Shut up!!!”

Park Yeonjin screamed in a hoarse, furious voice.

Seeing that the moment was right, Shixian innocently closed his mouth, no longer provoking this crazy beauty.

He was genuinely afraid that Park Yeonjin, being mentally unstable, might go crazy and, disregarding all consequences, stab him. Then he would be beyond tears.

Park Yeonjin, after the demonic interference, almost went berserk. The more she thought, the more desolate she felt. No, absolutely not!

Park Yeonjin was never afraid of being threatened by others, but she was most afraid of losing face in front of others.

Becoming everyone’s laughingstock would be worse than killing her.

Thinking of this, Park Yeonjin couldn’t help but feel wronged, and a small pearl of a tear unconsciously fell from the corner of her eye.

“Are you crying?”

Shixian pulled out a tissue and handed it over. He had actually made the infamous wicked woman cry. This was a great sin.

Park Yeonjin shook her head, denying, “No!”

“Oh, then did you get sand in your eye?”

“Y-yes.”

After Shixian’s combination of threats and inducements, the ticking time bomb that was Park Yeonjin was finally defused. The two made an agreement, reaching a friendly accord.

“Then who is he? Why does he look exactly like Lee Kyung-hyun, and where is the real Lee Kyung-hyun?”

Park Yeonjin asked the doubts in her heart. She was genuinely curious. If she remembered correctly, Shixian had called her ’sister-in-law’ earlier. Could they really be twin brothers?

This was too unscientific!

“Woman, don’t you think you’re asking too many questions?”

“I’m a bit hungry now. Go make me something to eat. I’ll tell you the answer after I eat.”

Shixian rubbed his stomach, which hadn’t eaten all day. His biological instincts let out growls. He wanted to eat!

“I don’t know how to cook,” Park Yeonjin said as a matter of course.

She usually ate at high-end restaurants with her sisters and close friends and had never touched a kitchen.

“Well, that’s your problem. I don’t care; I want to eat now.”

Park Yeonjin looked at Shixian’s roguish expression, which was even more formidable than her mother’s. She thought about how much she wanted to pick up the vase nearby and smash it directly onto Shixian’s head.

But the last vestiges of her sanity told Park Yeonjin that she couldn’t do that, and she even felt a hint of fear towards the Shixian in front of her.

“Then should I make you noodles?”

Park Yeonjin suddenly remembered that there were a few packs of instant noodles in the kitchen, which Lee Kyung-hyun usually bought to eat as a working meal when he worked overtime.

Shixian smiled. Sister-in-law, what are you doing? You shouldn’t say such ambiguous things.

He wasn’t like Grandmaster Cao Gong, who liked other men’s wives. Shixian couldn’t do such a thing; he wasn’t that kind of person.

Compared to married women, he preferred pure young girls, the white moonlight type.