Slipping on a pair of pajamas, Wen Wen's complexion improved slightly.
He then touched his chin and murmured, "Hey, you know, I looked quite sexy just now..."
"Ah, what was I thinking? That's terrifying."
Wen Wen shivered and moved away from the mirror.
Afterward, he washed his Containment Officer uniform several times and hung it on a hanger, leaving it at the containment facility to recover on its own.
Although the uniform had self-repairing abilities, it was too severely damaged and would take time to be wearable again.
During this period, Wen Wen would have to wear that white lab coat.
However, no matter what he wore, Wen Wen had already decided that he would absolutely not expose his upper body when using the Disaster Gloves.
Even if he had gotten used to it himself, he couldn't let others see it.
Though he might be a pervert, he truly had no fetish for wearing women's bikinis, and wearing one out would make him a laughingstock.
After dealing with matters at home, Wen Wen took the three cubs out. Apart from on missions, Wen Wen usually brought the three cubs along.
The recent period had been a bit stressful, and he wanted to go out and relax, as well as buy some gifts for those monsters.
They had been confined in the containment facility with no form of entertainment, leading to great loneliness. As a kind prison administrator, Wen Wen wanted to help them solve this problem.
Therefore, he arrived at the Furong River City Grand Library.
First, he bought a few books he wanted to read, all of them his favorite detective novels.
For example, "Green Life," "The Case of Old Wang Next Door," "Never Forgive"...
Yes... these were indeed detective novels.
After all, although the detective industry in the Federation was prosperous, there were very few detectives like Wen Wen who focused solely on high-difficulty murder cases. Most ordinary detectives handled tasks like catching mistresses...
Thus, the detective profession often dealt with matters of love and hate entanglements.
After selecting the books he wanted, Wen Wen began to look for books he wanted to buy for the monsters.
That's right, Wen Wen wanted to buy books for those monsters. The college entrance examination had just ended, and it was time to improve their cultural literacy.
It would be best if their values could be corrected, turning them into monsters useful to society.
Wen Wen was not a devil. If those monsters could turn over a new leaf, after serving ten or eight years, Wen Wen might even be able to release them to do meaningful things.
For instance, let the Whispering Tree Spirit help with wind erosion control and sand fixation, and let Xu Hai sell little plastic figures...
Therefore, Wen Wen first bought over a dozen sets of high school textbooks and a large stack of positive energy books, such as "Core Values of the Federation," "How Diamonds Are Made," and "Three Thousand Drops of Chicken Soup for the Soul"...
Wen Wen didn't just buy books. To prevent them from being illiterate or unwilling to read, he also specifically bought several audio players. He planned to play the content of these books in a loop at fixed times each day.
He truly was a kind Disaster Administrator.
After buying the books, Wen Wen casually found a cafe by the roadside, sat down, made a phone call, and then waited with peace of mind.
He had just contacted Zhao Jinwu, preparing to sell the antiques he had obtained from Gong Bao Ding's room earlier.
He planned to give Zhao Jinwu one-fifth of the money from selling the antiques as a reward.
After buying the audio players and that pile of books, the containment facility's finances were already struggling.
Well... Wen Wen still had quite a bit of his own money, but that was his personal money; public and private matters had to be kept separate.
"I hope the next Containment Officer is a rich person, then I can... hehehe."
Suddenly, Wen Wen's good mood vanished. Behind him, he heard faint sobbing.
The sound was very soft, not enough to disturb others, but to Wen Wen, it was very noticeable, and he couldn't help but pay attention.
Turning to look, he saw a delicate-looking young boy gently saying to the girl opposite him, "Lulu, please don't cry. You've been crying all day. If you cry anymore, you won't be pretty." Sudan Fiction Network
The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old and should still be in high school. Even her school uniform couldn't hide her natural beauty.
"But Zhao Fan, my sister... sob..." The girl started crying again.
Wen Wen put his hand to his forehead and sighed, murmuring to himself, "Why are young people like this these days? They're all paired up at such a young age. I'm almost thirty and still a dog in the manger."
He stood up, wanting to sit outside. The crying was irritating him and affecting his mood.
However, a sentence from the boy named Zhao Fan made Wen Wen sit back down.
"Lulu, disasters and calamities are unavoidable. Who knew a meteor would suddenly fall, ignite the natural gas pipelines in the Jiu San residential complex, leaving the entire complex uninhabited? You should move on from your grief soon. Your sister wouldn't want to see you like this."
Zhao Fan put his arm around the girl named Lulu's shoulders and whispered comfortingly.
Wen Wen's expression was starting to falter. He couldn't help but grumble softly, "A meteor igniting a natural gas pipeline... What kind of genius came up with that excuse? It's utterly bizarre."
When supernatural events occurred, the reasons given to the public were usually decided jointly by the association and the government.
In other words, Wen Wen also had a say in this matter, but because he hadn't been at work these past few days, such a peculiar reason had emerged.
Just as Zhao Fan was comforting her, he suddenly felt a sense of disorientation. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in another place.
This seemed to be a small garden, with birds perched on treetops, chirping softly, like a paradise.
"Where is this? Who are you? I should be sitting in a cafe..."
Opposite him sat a figure in a white suit. The figure's face was unclear, yet it inexplicably gave him a sense of peace.
"Do you want to have Liao Jialu and walk down the aisle with her?" the man in white said, taking a sip of coffee.
"Why are you asking that? What does it have to do with you?"
"I'm just asking if you want to have her," the man in white asked in a deep voice.
Zhao Fan hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "Of course, I do. Her sister, Liao Jiaxin, is the chairwoman of the Da Guan Cha Company, worth billions, and she died in the Jiu San complex. And Lulu is the sole heir to this fortune."
"If I can just be with her, I can save decades of struggle..."
"But I know very well that there's no possibility between us. It seems like we have a good relationship, but in reality, I'm just a backup."
Perhaps influenced by something, Zhao Fan poured out all his inner thoughts without any reservation.
Under normal circumstances, he would never have been able to say these words.
But today, he said them in front of a stranger.
The man in the white suit smiled. It was good that the young man had desires, allowing him to make a deal. "I can help you win her over."
Zhao Fan nodded joyfully and then asked the man in white, "But what is the price?"
"Nothing much, just signing a contract..."