The Kitten Girl was stunned. She knew Qin Yi’s grandfather was a soldier, and Qin Yi had a strong build. But she never expected him to be this formidable.

Lin Jin couldn’t help doubting herself. All those times she’d bullied him—had she been wildly testing the limits, right on the edge of getting beaten senseless?

It was peak summer, yet Lin Jin felt a chill all over. Why had the world grown so illogical since she became a cat girl?

Luckily, Qin Yi had a good temper and a magnanimous nature over the years. He never minded her minor offenses.

Otherwise, she’d be long dead by now.

“What’s going on? What happened?” On-duty officers from Yangzi Town Precinct rushed in from all directions.

“This kid assaulted an officer!”

Chen Hexiang stood up awkwardly with other officers’ help. His eyes burned with venom as he glared at Qin Yi, who looked utterly unfazed.

“I was acting in self-defense,” Qin Yi said, spreading his hands to show no hostility.

“What happened?” the Yangzi Town police chief asked an officer beside Chen Hexiang.

“This kid argued with Chen Hexiang. They started fighting after just two words.”

“Pin him down!”

The chief grew furious. How dare this punk assault an officer openly? Right here in the station hall, in broad daylight, under their very noses.

“Nobody move!”

Liu Yidao roared, blocking Qin Yi with a fighting stance. He flashed Qin Yi a goofy grin. “Kid, you’re pretty tough.”

“Well, well. Today everyone’s got guts…”

Just as tension peaked, the chief’s phone rang.

“I’m gazing afar, above the moon, how many dreams are free…”

The chief paused, set aside Qin Yi and Liu Yidao, and answered.

“Hello?”

…

“Leader, your text message.”

Li Hewei had just finished a Party Committee Standing Committee meeting. His secretary met him at the door.

“Who sent it?” Li Hewei strode toward the elevator. He was rushing to handle new county-level cadre assessments.

“A man named Qin Yi.”

Li Hewei stopped abruptly. His secretary nearly crashed into him.

“Let me see.”

The secretary handed over the phone. Li Hewei scanned Qin Yi’s message quickly.

After a pause, he said, “Call Qingcheng Party Committee. Report a public complaint: Yangzi Town Precinct shows lax governance.”

“Yes.” The secretary jotted notes frantically.

“Make the call now.” Li Hewei hesitated. “No. I’ll do it myself.”

…

In the provincial ministry building, the secretary sat puzzled at his desk.

“What is it?” Li Hewei noticed his unease. He asked quietly while reviewing files.

“Leader… that Qin Yi… is he your…”

“My comrade’s son.” Li Hewei set down his pen. “But to me, he’s like my own son.”

The question stirred old memories. Li Hewei put aside his ballpoint pen.

“In ’98, if his father hadn’t pulled me out, I’d be sleeping forever in the Yangtze River.”

“I owe his father my life.”

“But you shouldn’t…” the secretary reminded gently.

“Hahaha!” Li Hewei laughed heartily. “I’m not breaking discipline. It’s a public complaint—just delivered straight to me, the deputy director.”

The secretary sighed. The leader hadn’t broken rules. But after this call? Whether those below would stay disciplined was another story.