Chapter Twenty-Four: The Pink Little Beauty Sheep Policewoman

A man caught a girl as she fell, and in the chaos of this so-called “hero saving the beauty” moment, his hand not only landed on her chest, but he even gave a slight squeeze. To make matters worse, this was the same man who had been caught staring at her several times before. Call it a misunderstanding if you like, but even the Jade Emperor himself wouldn’t believe it!

The girl's lovely, innocent face turned crimson, her cherry lips pressed together as she glared furiously at Xue Tian’ai. “Do you really think I’d believe you? Pervert!”

“Miss, I swear it was just an accident!” Xue Tian’ai replied with utmost seriousness, looking steadfastly into the girl’s eyes as if hoping his righteous gaze might sway her. After all, hadn’t he already saved her twice? First by chasing off the lecher on the bus, and just now by keeping her from falling.

But Xue Tian’ai had overlooked one crucial detail: while he tried to explain himself so earnestly, his right hand was still firmly grasping the left side of the girl's chest!

Pinned by his so-called righteous stare and trapped in his broad palm, the girl in the summer dress felt her mental state teeter on the edge of collapse. All she’d wanted was to take the bus because her car broke down—how had her luck sunk so low as to meet such a degenerate, such an incorrigible lecher? Her morning was ruined by car trouble, and now, at noon, she’d run into this character.

“Then why haven’t you let go yet!” she yelled, her anger drawing the attention of several nearby passengers. Even the drowsy ones turned to look. They saw a young man supporting the girl, but his right hand was far from innocent.

A murmur spread through the bus—whispers, criticisms, curses, and some more unsavory comments. A few men’s eyes revealed envy—after all, who wouldn’t wish for such an accidental encounter with a beauty? Especially the scrawny lecher from earlier, whose jealousy flared even hotter—he’d thought she would be his prey.

Yet some women, catching sight of Xue Tian’ai’s handsome, refined features, couldn’t help but let their eyes light up, wishing they were the ones in her place. In this age, good looks were everything.

Feeling the stares and the girl’s burning fury, Xue Tian’ai quickly released his grip, helped her steady herself, and murmured, “I’m really sorry, it was truly an accident.”

The girl, once righted, ignored him completely, not saying a word as she made her way to the back door of the bus, intent on getting off. She clearly had no intention of causing further trouble.

Watching her red-faced retreat, Xue Tian’ai could only shake his head in resignation. It seemed he was now branded a pervert—but so what? They were strangers, and in a few days, it would all be forgotten.

Soon, the bus reached her stop. The girl hurried off as if fleeing, silently vowing to buy a new car as soon as she could—anything to avoid such mortifying situations in the future.

After she left, boredom crept over Xue Tian’ai. With the beauty gone, he was back to being alone.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed before the Number 327 bus finally arrived at its terminus—his destination as well—Taiyuan Street in Beiyang City.

For someone freshly returned to China, Taiyuan Street was known to him as a famous commercial pedestrian thoroughfare—a perfect place to shop for clothes.

Strolling down the bustling street, even on a weekday afternoon, the crowds were thick as ever, luxury cars weaving in and out. Towering buildings, snack shops, lavish malls, beauty salons, and hotels lined the avenue, their vibrant displays showcasing the city’s prosperity.

Xue Tian’ai couldn’t help but marvel at his homeland’s rapid development. A deep sense of happiness welled up in him as a Chinese man. Yet, his eyes were less drawn by the cityscape than by the endless parade of beautiful faces, long pale legs, surging curves, shapely hips, and slender waists…

He had to admit, the standard of women’s fashion and beauty had soared to new heights, and the quality of beauties on the street was in a league of its own. Foreign women might be sexy, but in the end, Xue Tian’ai felt Chinese women possessed a deeper, more captivating charm.

The more he looked, the more lascivious his grin became.

Still, surrounded by gorgeous women, he didn’t forget his purpose. He browsed several upscale suit shops, trying on a few black suits, but none measured up.

Compared to the custom suits he’d worn in Butterfly, these were sorely lacking. Those hand-made suits were tailored exclusively for him—offering both beauty and freedom of movement in battle. In short, they were perfection. The ones on the racks, no matter how expensive, simply couldn’t compete.

So, he dove into a sportswear shop. After all, casual athletic wear was more comfortable, and since he was spending Qin Mengxue’s money, he bought five or six sets at once.

When his shopping was done, Xue Tian’ai was all smiles—nothing like spending someone else’s money to lift the spirits!

As he swaggered, grinning and ready to head home, he suddenly remembered a serious problem: he didn’t own any underwear or socks! He couldn’t keep wearing the same pair every day, could he?

Praising his own cleverness inwardly, Xue Tian’ai began hunting for a lingerie store. Soon enough, his eyes lit up as he spotted a promising one and strode right in.

Over forty minutes later, he finally emerged from the shop carrying several dainty bags, his face alight with satisfaction and ideas whirling in his mind.

Why had he spent so long inside? At first, Xue Tian’ai had gone straight to the men’s underwear section and finished his purchase quickly. But as he was leaving, his eyes were drawn to the women’s display—an array of seductive, new lingerie: black silk halters, pristine white ensembles… Each one struck a chord with his personal tastes.

He found himself imagining Qin Mengxue in such lingerie, carefully selecting sets as his fantasies grew more vivid. Time slipped away unnoticed.

How could he persuade Qin Mengxue to model them for him tonight? His mind conjured countless scenarios, and he could almost feel a nosebleed coming on. Qin Mengxue, as beautiful as a fairy, paired with lingerie he had chosen with such care—she would be absolute perfection!

Though there might not yet be any real affection between them, love could be cultivated, couldn’t it? And love must be made, after all! How else to nurture happiness and passion? Lingerie was indispensable!

Lost in these musings, Xue Tian’ai was wandering along, a silly grin on his face, when a sudden, commanding shout ahead snapped him out of his reverie. He looked up instinctively.

With that shout came the sight of a truly astonishing figure—her bust was enormous, so much so that he worried her clothes might not contain her! At least a 36E, a true marvel, perhaps even more impressive than Qin Mengxue's. As for Simiya Yanyue, she was just a petite girl by comparison.

Xue Tian’ai’s eyes followed the swaying curves with concern—would such a massive pair burst her blouse?

More important still, this woman appeared to be a police officer! Her chest was spectacular, but her figure was a slender, perfect S-curve; her delicate, oval face framed bright, clear eyes; beneath a straight, elegant nose, her cherry lips parted, breath coming in heated gasps. Her uniform only heightened her allure, an irresistible charm that could leave anyone dazed.

“Stop that man!” the stunning policewoman shouted as she ran.

Though Xue Tian’ai admired her beauty, he soon noticed a scrawny young man charging toward him, clutching a small, ornate bag and a woman’s purse.

Looking closer, he realized with amusement that it was the same lecherous man he’d chased off the bus earlier! It wasn’t hard to guess—this guy was not just a creep, but a thief as well.

“Get out of the way!” the man roared, intent on muscling past the crowd. As he neared Xue Tian’ai, intending to push him aside, recognition flashed in his eyes—this tall young man was all too familiar. A sense of dread welled up.

“Well, we meet again!” Xue Tian’ai greeted him with a beaming smile, stepping to the side as if to make way.

Relieved, the man tried to dart past, but as Xue Tian’ai moved aside, he suddenly stuck out his leg, sending the thief sprawling several meters.

“You bastard! What did I ever do to you?” the man shouted, struggling to get up and escape.

But before Xue Tian’ai could act again, the policewoman caught up. Seeing the man rise to flee, she landed a fierce kick. “Try running again, you jerk!”

At that moment, Xue Tian’ai was momentarily stunned. In the brief instant her leg lifted, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse under her police skirt—pink panties with a cartoon lamb motif!

Was that really a pink Pretty Sheep?!