Accidental Hero: The Rookie Who Outshines the Force - Chapter 29

The day before the anti-pickpocket operation.

Seagull Café.

Lu Cheng and Su Qingwu returned to the place they’d been once before.

By coincidence, both had the same day off.

So, they made use of the time to carry out a mission from home—beginning their “pretend couple” plan.

Today, Officer Su was dressed in a cream-colored silk-blend blouse. The loose, flowing fabric shifted with her posture, the top two pearl buttons undone to reveal the elegant lines of her collarbone. Dark embroidery traced the edges of the slightly open V-neck.

Her sleeves were rolled casually to the elbows, one snow-pale forearm resting lightly on the dark coffee-colored sofa arm. A slim silver watch glimmered faintly on her wrist.

High-waisted denim shorts hugged the curve of her hips, the washed fabric outlining smooth lines. Long jade-like legs crossed loosely beneath the table, a pair of spotless canvas sneakers peeking out—like a dusting of new snow scattered in the aroma of coffee.

She wore no makeup, yet her beauty was almost unreal.

Compared to Lu Cheng’s ordinary outfit, Su Qingwu was on another level entirely—like two people from different dimensions.

Lu Cheng didn’t dare stare too long. He was afraid of losing himself—and of seeming impolite.

He’d brought a big bag of red dates along, placing them in the trunk of Su Qingwu’s white Audi Q3 when they met.

The two sat in a private booth upstairs. This was their first proper meeting, a chance to actually get to know each other.

Though it was “acting,” both knew the importance of details—likes, dislikes, favorite foods, colors, films, books…

Two police officers, even off duty, approached the task with the same thoroughness they brought to their cases. No loopholes, no slip-ups.

They exchanged phone numbers, ID numbers, even badge numbers. They opened their social media, set visibility permissions, even added each other on QQ.

When it came to choosing each other’s contact names in WeChat, though, they hit a wall.

Lu Cheng suggested “Baby.” Modern couples’ go-to.

Su Qingwu vetoed it instantly. Imagine someone seeing her chat list, spotting “Baby” among her contacts? She’d die on the spot.

She suggested they just use their real names.

Lu Cheng disagreed. Too distant. If their parents ever saw it, suspicion would spark.

“How about just first names? I’ll put you as ‘Wu,’ you put me as ‘Cheng.’”

Su Qingwu shuddered. Goosebumps everywhere.

Two of the police force’s brightest talents spent ten full minutes debating what to call each other on WeChat.

In the end, they compromised: “Dear.”

A little cheesy, but not too much. Intimate without being awkward.

They spent over an hour over coffee. Neither made a move to leave.

After all—who goes on a date just to sip coffee and leave? That would be suspicious.

“How about a movie? There’s that new Detective Tang Ren everyone’s watching.”

The two walked out of the café, their looks drawing stares as they passed.

“No interest. Let’s go box instead.”

Lu Cheng had come by taxi. Su Qingwu jerked her chin toward the passenger seat of her car.

“Boxing?”

He slid into the Audi. It was neat and faintly fragrant inside. What he didn’t know was that no other man had ever sat in that passenger seat—he was the first.

Adjusting his seat, Lu Cheng remembered her file. She’d once won the city’s Sanda championship.

A female Sanda champ? Now that was something.

“Scared?” she asked, starting the engine, narrow phoenix eyes flicking his way.

“Scared? Heh. You’re kidding.”

It was a good chance for him to test just how far his Level 1 Combat Mastery could go.

They arrived at an upscale VIP boxing gym.

The main hall was quiet. On the open ring, a few fighters traded blows, the sound of strikes echoing sharp and crisp.

As soon as Su Qingwu entered, eyes turned.

But today, for the first time, she brought a man with her. Interest flickered everywhere.

Normally, Officer Su’s frosty aura kept people at bay. Even acquaintances received only a nod or curt greeting.

But bringing a man here? Who else could he be but her boyfriend?

He even looked younger than her—like some fresh little puppy.

Good thing Lu Cheng couldn’t read minds. Puppy? Please. He was a wolf.

“Amy, get my friend a set of gear.”

The staffer she addressed had small dreadlocks and a cold, edgy vibe—definitely a fighter herself.

Lu Cheng nodded politely, but she just looked away.

Su Qingwu tossed a set of protective gear at him. “Put it on. I’ll go easy.”

“Oh? Then I’ll hold back too,” Lu Cheng shot back.

He might not have a medal like her, but he was still a man—his strength wasn’t in the same league.

…

When they came out, Lu Cheng was suited up—helmet, chest guard, the works.

Su Qingwu, on the other hand, wore nothing but a black sports top and shorts, her long legs wrapped with elastic shin guards.

Lu Cheng caught sight of faint abs—clear lines of a trained core.

And she wasn’t even wearing full protective gear.

What was that supposed to mean? Did she think he wasn’t even worth her time?

Truth was, she didn’t. She’d never thought of Lu Cheng as a real opponent. Confident in her own skill, she’d invited him only because his case files showed he had some grappling and combat training.

In her mind, he was practice.

The two faced each other at the center of the ring. No words. Just a glance. Then—

Bang!

Su Qingwu struck first. A lightning-fast front kick slammed into Lu Cheng, blasting him back against the ropes. He almost tumbled off the ring entirely.

“Tch…”

He’d underestimated her. She wasn’t just strong for a woman. Her power was the real deal. Clearly, she’d spent countless hours pounding the heavy bag.

“Still holding up?” she asked, cold expression unchanging, though a spark of mischief flickered in her eyes.

“You call that a kick? Did you skip dinner?” Lu Cheng’s pride flared.

Time to get serious.

He let his Combat Mastery (Lv.1) flow, eager to see if it could go toe-to-toe with a city Sanda champion.

Their eyes locked. The playfulness was gone.

No flashy moves—just raw techniques meant to knock the other down. Real fighting.

Amy leaned against a bench, arms crossed, eyes sharp on the ring.

Around the gym, others had stopped their own sparring, turning to watch.

They all knew Su Qingwu’s reputation. Don’t let her beauty fool you—her strikes were brutal. And her skill? First-class.

And now, for the first time, she was facing off with the man she’d brought.