SFTD -Chapter 337 Goodbye, Aunt Chu!

With each sharp reprimand, Zhou Hai gradually understood what had happened.

He quickly propped himself up with both arms and sat up. Squeezing the little girl’s arms that had been twisted behind her back, he immediately felt a sting of pain in his heart. No wonder she had been screaming so miserably—her arm was dislocated.

Zhou Hai adjusted his posture and gently smoothed her shoulder, soothing her. “Luo Luo, don’t be afraid. It’s just a dislocation. Big brother will fix it for you, alright? Trust me, okay?”

The little girl lifted her tear-washed eyes and nodded slightly.

“Zhou Zhou, be gentle!”

Zhou Hai gave her a reassuring look, grasped her arm, rotated her wrist upward, and pushed.

Click.

The little girl screamed again. Lu Zhengfei felt his heart ache terribly and almost stepped forward to stop him, but he restrained himself—he knew Zhou Hai was measured in what he did.

As expected, the little girl slowly sat up on the bed. She moved her fingers slightly, as if trying to lift her arm again, but Zhou Hai stopped her.

“Don’t move yet. After a dislocation, you need to rest it properly for a week. I’ll get a nurse later to immobilize it, otherwise your right shoulder joint will keep dislocating in the future.”

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to regain full awareness. Combined with his fast-paced actions, a wave of dizziness hit him again. He quickly leaned on the bed and sat down heavily. Lu Zhengfei shot Chu Menghan a warning glance and helped the little girl sit back against the bed.

“It’s late. Thank you for the leadership’s concern from the bureau. We’ll take good care of Zhou Hai. As for his work, we hope you can arrange someone to handle it.”

The polite but distant tone was the clearest possible way of asking someone to leave.

Of course Chu Menghan understood. She also felt she had gone too far today, but it had all been instinctive—it wasn’t her intention.

Yet she could never bring herself to apologize. She picked up her police cap from the table and glanced at Zhou Hai.

“Take a good rest for a while. I’ll have Director Pang handle things at the center. As for the case, there’s no need to rush the report—wait until you’re discharged. I’ll be leaving now.”

Seeing her still so proud, without a single word of apology, the little girl snuggled closer to Zhou Hai and leaned against his shoulder. Her tear-stained face looked obedient as she said to Chu Menghan: “Goodbye, Aunt Chu!”

Chu Menghan’s eyelashes twitched. She glanced sideways at her. Although there was a faint smile on her lips, her eyes carried a dangerous sharpness, like a blade about to strike.

The little girl didn’t care at all.

She looked up at Chu Menghan while still holding her injured right arm with her left hand, as if constantly reminding everyone that her arm had just been dislocated by her.

Chu Menghan smiled faintly. “You are Zhou Luoluo, right?”

The little girl nodded with a harmless smile.

“Yes! I have many names—Charlotte, Zhou Luoluo, Little Lolita, Little Witch—they’re all me. But my family and close friends call me Luoluo.”

That sentence immediately widened the emotional distance between them again. She wasn’t family, not even a friend—just Zhou Hai’s colleague. There was no need for closeness, so “Auntie” was already appropriate enough.

Chu Menghan pressed her lips together. Her smile slowly faded, but she didn’t get angry. She simply nodded to indicate she understood.

In her mind, she searched her memory. If she recalled correctly, this child was related to Lu Xi’s father, and now lived with them. Zhou Hai also treated her like family. Her sudden appearance today might have made them feel uncomfortable—understandable.

But the little girl wasn’t finished. After a brief pause, she continued: “Before coming to the hospital, I interrogated Brother Xuxu, because we needed to know why Zhou Zhou fainted.

Brother Xuxu said the bureau didn’t support this case and even kept obstructing the investigation. The fact that it was eventually solved—and that Uncle Chao was saved—was entirely thanks to my Zhou Zhou.

I know I’m just a child and shouldn’t interfere in work matters, but as family, I still want to say this:

As a leader, I hope you won’t offer meaningless concern after the case is over. It’s useless and makes no difference.

If you truly want to support him, then give him trust and support during the work itself—that’s what Zhou Zhou really needs.”

Chu Menghan had no way to refute it, because every word struck directly at something soft in her heart.

She didn’t respond. She simply put on her cap, nodded slightly to everyone, and turned to leave.

“Goodbye, Zhou Luoluo, and Mr. Lu.”

Then she left.

The little girl pouted. She had already set up her “stage,” but the other side suddenly withdrew from the match. It felt like neither victory nor defeat—completely unsatisfying.

It didn’t fit her personality at all. She snorted and leaned back against the bedhead—but accidentally hit her injured shoulder again.

A sharp pain shot through her.

“Ah—! Why does it still hurt!”

Zhou Hai glanced at her and sighed softly.

He had clearly seen through her little tactics, but the fact that Chu Menghan had injured her was something he could not forgive—no matter the reason. Family should not be hurt.

So he hadn’t given Chu Menghan a way down earlier; he was backing the little girl.

At that moment, the night-duty doctor came in for rounds. Seeing the situation, Zhou Hai briefly explained it. The doctor, also a colleague, immediately felt a sense of familiarity and arranged for supplies.

Soon, the little girl’s arm was properly immobilized. Looking at her “zongzi-like” wrapped arm, she pouted and lifted it toward Lu Zhengfei.

“Uncle Lu, blow on it. How am I supposed to eat for the next week?”

Lu Zhengfei felt heartbroken and actually bent down to gently blow on it. The affection made the little girl smile, and she rubbed her head against him.

Then she glanced at Zhou Hai and quickly straightened up.

“Uncle Lu, hurry and take out the food we brought. Zhou Zhou must be starving. Nutritional IVs and medicine are nothing compared to a good meal.”

As she fussed around, Zhou Hai’s stomach very cooperatively growled.

Lu Zhengfei quickly opened two thermal containers—six layers in total, with four dishes, steamed dumplings, and a pot of bone soup. All of Zhou Hai’s favorites.

Zhou Hai smiled at him. “Thank you, Uncle Lu. You two should sit.”

The little girl and Lu Zhengfei sat on either side of him. Surrounded by the aroma of food and the people he cared about most, Zhou Hai felt a warm sense of family he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He took a sip of soup and immediately regained his appetite.

Looking at them, he said: “I’m going to enjoy this alone then.”

The little girl waved him on. “Eat it all! You’re just hungry. And you haven’t slept for days—eat well and sleep, and everything will be fine!”

Lu Zhengfei tapped her lightly. “Say less and let him eat.”

She spread her only movable hand and shrugged dramatically. “Great… ever since Zhou Zhou arrived, I’ve lost favor. He’s clearly the real son now!”

Lu Zhengfei lightly patted her back. “You little brat, always competing for attention.”

Then he turned to Zhou Hai with a more serious expression.

“Your bureau leader… she seems to like you, doesn’t she?”