Chapter 157 extra 2

Jiang Ting thought that the "tailor-made clothes" in Mother Yan's mouth just meant that the tailor would come to measure the size. It was not until the next day that he realized that his imagination was limited by poverty. The game that Madam Zeng Cuicui wanted to play was clearly called Miraculous Ting Ting Traveling Around Jianning1.

"Black is not good, it makes him look too thin, and my daughter-in-law is already too thin. But a suit can be made. He will wear it on the day he reports to work. I will choose a different color for the wedding. How about smoke blue?" 

A group of police cars roared on the road. Ma Xiang and Gao Panqing had handcuffed a suspect on both the left and right sides of the back seat. Yan Xie was wearing a bulletproof vest and police combat boots and was sitting on the front passenger seat with a Bluetooth headset from the command center in one ear and his personal mobile phone in the other. With a bespoke clothing booklet in her hand, Madam Zeng Cuicui's excited voice even overwhelmed the sirens.

"It's not good, which bride wears blue?" Yan Xie said dissatisfiedly: "The white suit looks so good, why don't you make it white?"

"Ting Ting refused to wear white! Know how to respect your partner's opinion! Hey, this brown suit is also pretty, it's British style. Let's make a suit like it for winter!"

"Old-fashioned!" Yan Xie snorted, "I don't care, he has to wear white!"

 Mother Yan asked coldly: "Then will you go to Ting Ting to ask yourself?"

Yan Xie immediately closed his mouth, humming and pretending not to hear anything.

"You little brat, don't be so stubborn. Even if Jiang Ting wears white, people won't mistakenly think that he is wearing a wedding suit. He has two more stars on his shoulders than you." Mother Yan gloated: "Don't blame your mother for saying this, but it's a good thing that only a few people are invited to the wedding; if more outsiders are invited, who knows how many people who don't know the ins and outs would think that you have done some unspoken…" 

 "Your son doesn't look like someone who can be caught by unspoken rules!" Yan Xie didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No, I just want a white suit for my wedding. Don't mention anything else, I'm hanging up!" 

"Why can't you be caught by the unspoken rules? If Ting Ting was still in his position, it's unknown which of you will…"

Yan Xie hung up the phone hastily, and Madam Zeng Cuicui's chatter stopped.

 "..." The suspect in the back seat, with gold chains, tattooed arms, and scars all over his body, couldn't hide his grief and anger. He thought that as soon as he was caught, not only hadn't he even had time to fight with wits and courage with these damn cops and then refuse to open his mouth, but he was also caught off guard and had listened to the wedding arrangements for half a day. The police leader didn't even look at him and was only thinking about which color of clothes to wear!

"…Hey, tell me," the suspect endured and endured, and finally, when he couldn't help it, he turned his head and said to Gao Panqing: "I am a ruthless guy who has been on the national wanted list, isn't your captain too disrespectful to me, isn't it?!"

Gao Panqing looked at Yan Xie's stormy expression and hurriedly stomped on him: "Shut up!" 

...…

"All right, all right, there must be white clothes at the wedding." Jiang Ting sat behind Deputy Chief Wei's large desk with his slender legs crossed. While absent-mindedly coping, he quickly drew a red circle on the map with a pen and stuffed the map to Huang Xing, who was listening with his ears perked up, and ordered in a low voice: "Do a serum chlorine penetration test on the edges of all manhole covers around three kilometers in radius." At the same time, he said soothingly to the phone: "Okay, I'll listen to you. You are the head of the family… I won't be coming home for dinner tonight. Don't forget to take your clothes out of the washing machine and put them in the dryer when you get home from work. Do you hear me?"

Huang Xing stuffed the map into Ma Xiang's hand, who was listening with pricked ears behind him, only to hear the dissatisfied yelling of the head of the family come from the other end of the mobile phone: "Why is Chief Wei letting you do free work again? Just because you look weak and helpless, he thought that you were easy to bully, right?" 

 Huang Xing: "Pfft—"

Chief Wei, who was nestling and smoking in the big swivel chair, immediately jumped up, as agile as a carp, and was about to scold with his sleeves up: "I'm bullying your sister…" 

 Jiang Ting hurriedly interrupted: "Okay, okay, you eat by yourself; we're in a meeting." Saying that he hung up the phone before Deputy Director Wei roared out.

 The "weak and helpless" Jiang Ting coughed and was calm under Wei's stare, asking: "Is there anything else I can help with? Hurry up, no need to pay; just let me go home after ten o'clock in the evening, that's it."

There was silence.

Deputy Chief Wei's heart was full of grievances, and Huang Xing and Ma Xiang's eyes were shining with the desire for gossip.

 "..." Jiang Ting looked around, "What?"

The crowd stared at him.

"Don't be like this." Jiang Ting finally couldn't stand the weird silence and put his hand on his forehead, saying, "Fortunately, people in your family aren't like Yan Xie… Well, I'm doing this purely to protect my own physical and mental health."

Everyone suddenly realized, and they all felt that they understood something in an instant.

Deputy Chief Wei thought: "It must be Yan Xie's bad temper. The two of them would quarrel if he got home. Alas! Didn't I say that the two men can't be harmonious when they get together? See if I was wrong!" 

Huang Xing thought: "I didn't expect that Yan Xie also loves to check up on his partner like my wife. Sure enough, the stricter the management, the more rebellious the behavior. My hair was almost gone because of quarreling with my wife. Finally, someone understands me!" 

 Only Ma Xiang, a senior fan of harem manga, showed an innocent smile and said in his heart that it seemed that Brother Yan was really fierce. Captain Jiang couldn't stand it and would rather stay in the office and work overtime. Hey, Brother Yan, you really deserve to be a role model for our male compatriots…  

Jiang Ting opened the second file and began to read the on-site inspection notes carefully, heaving a sigh of relief at the same time. As long as he could go home after ten o'clock, it would almost be time to go to bed after washing up. He didn't have to listen to Yan Xie, a patient with a severe pre-marital anxiety disorder who continued to carry out indiscriminate and large-scale mental attacks at any time: "Hey Jiang Ting. Jiang Ting, Are you there? Jiang Ting, are you listening? Should we use white-pink flowers or red flowers at the wedding? Isn't white pink very warm? But red is also very auspicious. Jiang Ting, are you listening? Jiang Ting, tell me, should we use white pink, or red for the background? Jiang Ting, should I throw a coin? Jiang Ting, are you there? Jiang Ting, are you listening?…"

"Use white pink," Madam Zeng Cuicui said unhesitantly, "Don't listen to my son. When he was thirteen years old, he made a prop sword for himself, imitating the Golden Saints. He insisted on using bright purple, bright red, and emerald green to wrap the sword body, saying that this was the coolest and most beautiful. Last year, on his cousin's 18th birthday, he customized a red and tan crepe skirt for the little girl as a coming-of-age gift. His cousin has never forgiven him. My son's aesthetics has always been a mystery since he was a child, and you will be led into the ditch by him."

 Jiang Ting said, "I understand, I'll listen to you. I don't have any other opinions."

Madam Zeng Cuicui was overjoyed and hung up the phone.

Yan Xie's pre-marital anxiety disorder had become so severe that he was completely different from usual. He was paying attention to every detail of his wedding with the attitude of handling a major case. One morning before going to work, Jiang Ting was making egg toast leisurely when suddenly he saw Yan Xie rushing out of the bathroom shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his body, and a hand like iron pincers grabbed his shoulder: "Jiang Ting—"

 Jiang Ting immediately pushed him back with both hands: "No, I can't take it anymore! Go away!" 

"Hey, Captain Jiang, what's going on in your head during the day? We'll have a good chat about it tonight." Yan Xie opened a statistical chart and said solemnly, "Look at this." 

An A4 white sheet was densely filled with data and statistical charts. Jiang Ting only glanced at it briefly, then narrowed his eyes vigilantly and stared down: "…You stay away from me."

 Yan Xie didn't move a certain part of him away and said seriously with the statistical chart: "You don't know what it is?"

Jiang Ting stared at the small tent in the bath towel: "No, I'm very familiar with it."

"This is a statistical graph of the weather, humidity, temperature, wind speed, and other information for every early August over the past 20 years on the island where we will hold our wedding. It shows that there have been showers for ten years, heavy rains for two years, and a tsunami warning in another year!" If Yan Xie is a big wolf, the hair on the back of his neck would already be standing up: "If we hold a wedding on this island as planned, what is the probability of rain on the day?!"

 Jiang Ting: "..."

"Sixty percent!" Yan Xie was heartbroken and said, "The only wedding in my lifetime has a 60% chance of rain!"

Jiang Ting sighed, "When it rains, we'll hide indoors." 

 "No–not okay!" Yan Xie said firmly, "This is one of the most important moments in my life. I must not allow the slightest flaw to appear—not even a little bit of mud on the sole of that old fox, Chief Lu's shoe!

At the same time, at Chief Lu's house. Chief Lu, who was stealing braised pork with his belly full of shame, suddenly had an itchy nose and sneezed hard. He was immediately caught by his wife, who looked back and hit him with chopsticks, causing him to cover his hand and jump.  

"I want to change the venue!" Yan Xie was naked, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He announced under Jiang Ting's eyes, who couldn't bear to look directly at him, "Let's not go to that island anymore. I'll file a new report, apply for visas, refund the deposit, and hold a wedding ceremony in a city that has been warm and sunny for 20 years to hold my grandest wedding in the world!"  

 Jiang Ting asked: "…You don't want to take me to Africa to get married, right?"  

...…

Yan Xie, a man who had all luck in this life, the only heir to the (former) richest family in S Province, the proud son of heaven, born with a 100-carat diamond spoon in his mouth—proved with practical actions that being rich means being able to do whatever you want.

 Although Father Yan and Mother Yan had already bought everything for middle-aged and elderly couples, Chief Lu had already prepared a report with the Ministry of Public Security to apply for a visa to go abroad, and Deputy Chief Wei had packed all the equipment for sea fishing and stuffed it into the suitcase. But because there was a 60% chance of rain, so everyone had to make way for Yan Xie, who suffered from severe premarital anxiety.

"It shouldn't be too hot or too cold, the sun should be sufficient, the air should be fresh and the sky should be blue and photogenic to take pictures. There must be famous tourist attractions around the city for everyone to visit. The local economy must be developed, and the folk customs must be simple. It must be very civilized at the same time, and they shouldn't treat us like monkeys. Otherwise, Our thin-skinned Captain Jiang will be so angry with embarrassment that, in a fit of anger, he will act like a baby and divorce me. I don't have any other requirements. I'm a very casual person. Whether the dipping sauce for the second salad should be sour or sweet, I will tell you after I taste it carefully. Captain Jiang is too fragile. Both too sour and too sweet are not good for him." 

Jiang Ting sat on the sofa, numb to the black pots on his head, and concentrated on reading the latest book of Chief Lu — "The steps and key points for evidence collection in the STR Test by extracting human blood from mosquitoes" (signed version). 

 The secretary swallowed her anger for the sake of her job: "Okay young master, is there anything else I need to pay attention to?" 

"Nothing more, I'm a casual person." Yan Xie said seriously, "Oh yes, the city where the wedding is being held must be safe, and the detection rate of homicide cases in the past 20 years must reach more than 95%, otherwise Captain Jiang will suffer from occupational diseases, and may sneak out from the wedding scene to help the local police read the file."

The secretary secretly glanced at Jiang Ting and judging from her gaze mixed with doubts, probing, and regret, Jiang Ting knew that her mental activity should be: This person is young; is his mind not okay? 

 "That's right, it's me." Jiang Ting turned a page of the book and said expressionlessly: "It is said that I have to hang two strings of red peppers at the gate of the wedding to show that I will be favored by the pepper room2 in the future." 

Yan Xie slapped his thigh—Jiang Ting's thigh: "That's right, add this one!"

"..." Miss Secretary closed the book with eloquently written notes about her boss's son's wedding and said seriously: "Mr. Yan, I don't know if I should say this." 

"Say it." 

The secretary asked sincerely, "Are you really not considering holding the wedding ceremony in South Africa?"