The Little Police Beauty of Hong Kong Inherits the Tycoon’s Young Heir Chapter 111

Under the night sky, the moonlight was beautiful.

Sheng Peirong and Aunt Ping watched with smiles in their eyes as two figures gradually drew closer in the distance, feeling that the youthful fluttering of hearts was even more enchanting than the moonlight.

Little Sheng Fang was still toddling around in his "run," tirelessly repeating the motion until he caught sight of Qing Zai returning. Without hesitation, his elder sister and Aunt Ping released his hand.

"No more playing?" Fangfang stood there, bewildered.

This was a budding romance witnessed by elders—a simple confession that changed everything.

Seeing the smile Qing Zai couldn’t hide, Sheng Fang craned his little neck to look around.

He seemed to have missed something important.

With this question lingering, the little boy drifted off to sleep.

By the next morning, the clever child had figured it out on his own.

Cheng Xinglang appeared again at Cadogan Hill to take them to school and work.

Though the child didn’t understand the emotions between adults, he knew Qing Zai best. Her happiness made Fangfang’s little steps light and bouncy.

In front of Zhu Qing, Fangfang was an obedient little round ball.

But when he turned to Cheng Xinglang, his attitude shifted dramatically. Squinting, he scrutinized the man and demanded, "Why are you smiling like that?"

"You sneaky grown-up!"

Suppressing a smirk, Cheng Xinglang turned to his niece to complain: "He called me a sneaky grown-up."

"Aren’t you?" Zhu Qing’s lips curled upward.

This could even be traced back further—he had admitted it himself.

This Dr. Cheng had deliberately brought the urgent DNA report to the police station cafeteria, strolling around in front of her, waiting for her to take the bait.

"Right? Right?" With someone backing him up, Fangfang grew bolder, puffing out his little chest. "Right?!"

…

What Sheng Fang looked forward to most was the weekend—even more so when he got to go out with Zhu Qing.

The seafood feast Weng Zhaolin had promised kept getting delayed until the entire B-team officers protested, finally making it happen.

By the evening at Sai Kung’s seaside, the sun slowly sank as the sea breeze carried fine sand. Fangfang opened his little mouth and went, "Ah—"

"Didn’t eat sand," he proudly declared to Zhu Qing, who had rushed over. "Silly Qing Zai."

Around the outdoor dining table, the group gradually gathered.

With some officers still on duty at the station, crates of chilled beer were brought out. Before the cans were even opened, colleagues were already cheering, "No going home till we’re drunk!"

Since kids couldn’t drink, Fangfang pressed his cheek against the cold beer can, shivering before rubbing his face with his chubby hands to warm up.

Uncle Li, finally discharged from the hospital, became the target of good-natured teasing.

"Uncle Li, how’s the gunshot wound healing?"

"No more bandages? Last time you were wrapped up like a mummy—I was too embarrassed to say anything in front of Madam Yu."

"I bet there was just a tiny plaster under all that."

In high spirits, Uncle Li laughed. "Good fortune brings joy—I won’t stoop to your level."

Weng Zhaolin, too, was beaming as he handed out beer cans to his subordinates.

Uncle Li still waved them off. "I can’t drink."

He had long given up alcohol and wouldn’t break that promise now—it was his vow to Yu Jingying.

A small sip wouldn’t hurt, but a promise was a promise. Back then, their divorce hadn’t stemmed from any irreconcilable differences, yet they had missed over a decade together. Now that they had reunited, he cherished it more than anyone.

With a pop, Zhu Qing also opened a can.

She took a sip and immediately grimaced.

"How is it?"

"So… gross."

Everyone laughed and raised their drinks. "Cheers!"

Fangfang was always the first to join in, lifting his orange juice to clink with every colleague. Zhu Qing gently booped his little nose before taking another reluctant sip.

Alcohol seemed to have a magical effect, making everyone’s laughter even more carefree.

"By the way—" Weng Zhaolin cleared his throat. "There’s something I’d like to ask you all."

Hearing such a solemn tone, everyone straightened up.

"My wife is pregnant," he said. "What should we watch out for with an older pregnancy?"

The table fell silent as the young officers exchanged blank looks.

They had never been parents—only children. How could they offer professional advice on this?

After the pause, the topic remained, but Hao Zai broke the silence: "Congrats, Weng sir, you’re gonna be a dad!"

The others quickly followed.

"Weng sir’s leveling up!"

"Congratulations—"

Fangfang also stretched out his little hand, shaking John’s and mimicking the adults: "Congrats congrats!"

"Asked the wrong crowd," Weng Zhaolin mused, turning to his two senior subordinates.

Mo Zhenbang raised his hands. "No clue here."

He and his wife, Lv Qiyun, had once considered having children—until they adopted Nannan.

Back then, Nannan was still tiny, and they raised her step by step, experiencing the bittersweet joys of parenthood. There were headaches, but more often, warmth. His wife often said she sometimes forgot Nannan wasn’t their biological child. To them, blood ties no longer mattered—what bound their family together was love.

"At most, I can teach you how to handle kids," Mo sir chuckled. "But caring for a mom-to-be? Wrong person to ask."

Weng Zhaolin then looked to Uncle Li.

"That was over twenty years ago—how would I remember?" Uncle Li shook his head. "Ask a doctor!"

"Just be extra considerate!" Zeng Yongshan offered.

The other officers chimed in with suggestions—be attentive, gentle, prepare her favorite foods and drinks, spend as much time with her as possible…

"I do want to be there for her," Weng Zhaolin sighed. "As long as the station doesn’t—"

"Stop!" Fangfang cut in urgently. "John, don’t jinx it!"

The whole table looked at him in awe. Of everyone present, only he dared speak to Weng sir like that.

How had he managed it? They all remembered when the young Sheng heir first arrived at the Yau Ma Tei station last summer—Weng sir had scowled, saying the office wasn’t a daycare. Yet now, in less than a year, Fangfang not only wandered freely into the senior inspector’s office but even talked to him like this.

The colleagues stayed silent, and Weng Zhaolin couldn’t guess their thoughts.

If he really thought about it, even his own desire for a child had been influenced by this little confidant of his.

"Weng sir, when’s the due date?"

"When the baby comes, we’ll definitely send a big red envelope!"

Fangfang also raised his hand. "Me too! I’ll give a red envelope!"

"Then I'll be an uncle!"

Sheng Fang had long studied familial titles—of course, his best friend's child would call him "uncle."

The thought of having another kid around meant another playmate, and his face lit up with anticipation. His short legs swung carelessly, light and free.

Amid the laughter, taking advantage of Weng Zhaolin's good mood, everyone ordered a few more dishes.

"Another order of razor clams—pick the biggest ones!"

"Add some salt-and-pepper mantis shrimp."

"I still want lobster e-fu noodles in broth..."

Weng Zhaolin twitched his lips.

How many meals had they skipped to save their stomachs for this feast?

"Qing Zai, cheers!"

The taste of freshly squeezed juice burst on their tongues—sweet and tangy. Sheng Fang kept refilling his glass, determined to drink his fill.

As the little boy raised his orange juice to clink glasses with Zhu Qing, she lifted hers again.

"Is it bad?" Sheng Fang asked.

"Nice and cold," Zhu Qing smiled, licking her lips. "Actually, it's not so bad now."

...

The sea breeze left them pleasantly dizzy.

Sheng Fang's chubby hands were slick with oil as he deftly peeled the hard shells of the salt-and-pepper mantis shrimp. Once, he could shell chestnuts perfectly to feed Qing Zai—now, he was just as skilled with shrimp. He held up a perfectly peeled piece, offering it to Zhu Qing with an earnest, almost parental expression, as if worried she wouldn’t eat enough.

"So lucky..." Zeng Yongshan sighed, resting her chin on her hands. "I wish I had a little uncle like that too."

Hao Zai teased, "I remember Madam Zeng used to dream of a prince charming. Haven’t heard much about that lately."

"Because every 'perfect gentleman' I liked turned out to be a suspect. Almost without exception," Zeng Yongshan groaned. "This job ruined all my fantasies."

"File a workplace injury claim for Yongshan," Liang Qikai deadpanned.

The group burst into laughter.

Zeng Yongshan laughed heartily too, raising her beer can. The crisp, cold beer slid down smoothly—no less satisfying than the fresh sugarcane juice she and Zhu Qing had shared at Yang’s Claypot Rice the other day.

As night deepened, Sheng Fang had no intention of going home.

He’d made a new friend by the shore—two little figures chased each other, their bright laughter ringing across the pier. When he finally ran back, his cheeks were flushed from play.

"Made a friend?" Little Sun slurred, his tongue heavy from drinking. "What’s his name?"

A tower of empty beer cans stood before Little Sun, stacked high like Sheng Fang’s favorite Lego castle.

Distracted, the boy gathered more cans from his colleagues, adding to the wobbling structure.

"Dunno," Sheng Fang said airily. "Just a temporary friend. Play today, gone tomorrow!"

His tone was worldly, as if he’d seen it all—life was fleeting, but as long as you had fun, that was what mattered.

But despite his words, his eyes sparkled. Cradling the teetering tower of cans, his mischievous grin betrayed any attempt at playing the wise adult.

Of course, not all his friends were temporary.

Zeng Yongshan suddenly remembered something. "Didn’t you miss a classmate’s birthday party last time?"

Back then, Sheng Fang had been stuck at home, unable to even attend school, let alone Baby Yesi’s birthday celebration.

"Shh—" The boy pressed a chubby finger to his lips.

Zeng Yongshan caught on, dragging out her own whisper. "Shhh..."

The night wore on.

Sheng Fang had lost track of how long he’d been by the sea. Unconcerned with time, never rushing, he played to his heart’s content.

"So well-behaved. I could never sit still as a kid."

"I used to throw tantrums, rolling on the floor to go home whenever my mom played mahjong."

"And then I’d get bored at home and beg to go out again."

"Being dragged along by adults was the worst!"

Zhu Qing ruffled Sheng Fang’s soft hair. "He’s not just tagging along with adults."

Qing Zai knew him best.

This was a gathering with his colleagues—how could it compare to the boring outings of their childhood?

Time slipped by. Hao Zai slumped over the table, clutching his head. "I’m done."

"Two more rounds! You barely drank anything!"

"Who was it that said ‘no going home till we’re drunk’?"

"Fill Hao Zai’s glass!"

The lively chatter, thick with the warmth of shared moments, lingered in the air.

The spring breeze was gentle. Zhu Qing cupped Sheng Fang’s round face.

"A hundred percent adorable," she declared, holding up two fingers. "No, two hundred!"

"You’re drunk," Sheng Fang said flatly, palms upturned.

"Nope." Zhu Qing pinched his cheeks. "Our Fang Fang is three hundred percent cute."

When it was time to leave, Weng Zhaolin—swaying unsteadily—went to pay the bill, even pulling out extra cash for a generous tip. His subordinates scrambled to stop him, snatching the bills back as fast as he handed them over.

"Weng Zhaolin! No!"

"You’ll regret this when you sober up tomorrow..."

Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan watched, stifling laughter.

"So," Zeng Yongshan nudged her, "what’s going on with you and Dr. Cheng? Don’t play dumb."

Zhu Qing opened her mouth to answer, then spotted a familiar figure in the distance. Her lips curved. "He’s here to pick me up."

Zeng Yongshan blinked, following her gaze.

Cheng Xinglang’s smile was unmistakable, even as the sea breeze tousled his hair. He bent to catch Sheng Fang as the boy barreled toward him, lifting the little ball of energy effortlessly.

"Gotta go."

Under the moonlight, the waves lapped softly against the pier.

Their colleagues gaped.

"Wait—what’s happening?!"

"I knew there was something, but when did it start?"

Xu Jiale shrugged. "Told you. I saw it ages ago."

"Oh yeah? When exactly?"

"Probably... back at the safe house." Xu Jiale said without missing a beat. "Please. Did Dr. Cheng really think he could hide it from a professional detective?"

Exhausted but unwilling to let the day end, Sheng Fang drowsily directed their path—left, then right, then left again.

The moonlight stretched their shadows long. In Cheng Xinglang’s arms, Sheng Fang noticed he didn’t need to angle himself—his shadow already loomed tall, like a little giant.

The boy raised his arms high, growling dramatically. "Rawr!"

"Did a monkey escape from the zoo?" Zhu Qing teased.

"Clearly the Lion King," Cheng Xinglang corrected, patting the boy in his arms.

Sheng Fang nodded vigorously. "Lion King!"

With that, the proud little boy nestled against Cheng Xinglang’s shoulder.

Fine, fine. He’d stop cockblocking. From now on, the three of them could play together.

Their stroll along the shore lasted long into the night.

Sheng Fang's energy was completely drained. With his head tilted to the side and his chubby cheek pressed against Cheng Xinglang's shoulder, he finally stopped fighting against his drooping eyelids.

The surroundings grew quiet, leaving only the gentle sea breeze.

"You seem really happy today," she said.

Just as Zhu Qing looked up, a kiss softer than the sea breeze landed at the corner of her lips.

She froze in place, not deeply drunk but not entirely sober either.

The lingering warmth of the intimate touch spread slowly. In her daze, she heard Cheng Xinglang's whisper.

"I have news about my brother."

In his sleep, little Sheng Fang murmured dreamily.

"Sneaky grown-ups..."

The sound of the waves continued, and Zhu Qing's hand was gently held.

"Thank you for sharing your luck with me."

……

Back then, international medical organizations still used paper records. Spanning eighteen years and thousands of miles, the search for his brother had been incredibly difficult.

But the luck Zhu Qing had shared with him eventually led Cheng Xinglang to his brother's whereabouts.

It was Cheng Xingyu's adoptive parents who had reached out to him via email.

At the age of six, Cheng Xingyu had been sent abroad. Under the arrangement of an international medical organization, a Chinese couple had adopted him. They treated him as their own, caring for him with endless patience and love.

Gradually, the once-silent child began to speak in fragments about the dark past he had endured. Back then, communication was underdeveloped, and information traveled slowly across great distances. His adoptive parents scoured all the local Chinese newspapers until they found a news report that matched his story. The article stated that the case had been solved—the real culprit had died in a car accident. From the child's broken recollections, they had no idea about Zong Zhuoxian's true nature, believing her to be the kind-hearted woman who had saved him.

For a six-year-old child, living with hatred and obsession would have been detrimental to his growth.

The only thing his adoptive parents could do was protect him. After careful consideration, they told the young Cheng Xingyu that the police had solved the case, the perpetrator had been brought to justice, but unfortunately, his parents and older brother were no longer alive.

"The news devastated him, but we believed it was better to endure short-term pain than long-term suffering," his adoptive parents wrote in the email. "It was a well-intentioned lie, but we deeply regret that it separated you brothers."

In truth, the kind-hearted couple had no reason to apologize.

Cheng Xinglang knew very well that this lie had kept his brother safe, allowing him to grow up surrounded by pure love and care. Otherwise, he would have recklessly set out to find his family, likely meeting a tragic fate.

Cheng Xinglang was endlessly grateful to the couple, relieved that they had given his brother a chance at a new life.

Attached to the email was a photo of his brother—now a doctor in a white coat, providing free medical care to residents in a remote area.

He had become a doctor without borders.

His adoptive parents explained that they had learned about Cheng Xinglang through the head of the medical organization and had sent the email. Cheng Xingyu often worked in areas with scarce medical resources, making it difficult even for them to contact him. But no matter what, they would find a way to pass along the news of his brother.

Fate was truly mysterious.

For eighteen years, Cheng Xinglang had never stopped searching, while his brother, carrying an invisible bond, had lived his life in his own way.

In different corners of the world, the two brothers seemed to have silently agreed on the same path—both choosing to become doctors, carrying on their parents' unfinished mission.

……

Zhu Qing never broke her promises to little Sheng Fang.

Sometimes she wondered if this was her way of healing the neglected child she once was, making up for the regrets she could still see.

As promised, the uncle and nephew moved back to the apartment near the Yau Ma Tei Police Station for a short stay.

Just the two of them.

Before the move, Aunt Ping had made several trips back and forth, carefully arranging their first home to make it warm and cozy.

The basement of the villa in Kadoorie Hill had been renovated into their secret hideout, though with no recent cases, the whiteboard remained empty. Now, back in the Yau Ma Tei apartment, the familiar old whiteboard was put to use again, filled with their daily schedules.

Two separate schedules were written side by side.

Sheng Fang's side only listed playtime, while Zhu Qing's was packed with study plans.

"When did you get corrupted by Auntie?" Sheng Fang protested.

Zhu Qing tapped his little head lightly with a marker.

Fangfang covered his head and ran away, only to return after a quick lap around the room.

Every corner of this familiar home held their shared, happiest memories.

The laughter and joy felt as if they had happened just yesterday.

Zhu Qing lay on the floor, and Fangfang immediately snuggled up beside her.

They stared at the ceiling, their smiles mirroring each other perfectly.

"Silly little smiler," Zhu Qing poked his tiny dimple.

Fangfang suggested they camp out in the living room that night.

Without hesitation, Zhu Qing helped him gather the blankets. With Aunt Ping away, no one was there to fuss about "catching a chill." They were like mischievous kids, lost in their fun little game.

On the spacious makeshift bed in the living room, the uncle and nephew rolled around, the TV playing some random show in the background. Their laughter drowned out the dialogue.

Sheng Fang thought he must be the happiest kid in the world.

"It's like a party," Zhu Qing said.

Fangfang corrected her seriously, "This isn't a party."

Before falling asleep, Fangfang mumbled something, smacking his lips.

When Zhu Qing leaned in, all she heard was a soft "shhh."

"Already asleep?" She lay on the soft blankets, patting the chubby little boy. "Come on, let’s play some more."

……

On their second day back at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, the CID team stretched and yawned the moment the clock struck five.

"Another uneventful day—clocking out!"

"Anyone up for fish congee at Bing Kee in Sham Shui Po?"

"Next time, I’ve got sweet soup waiting at home…"

"Got a movie date with Ah Ling, gotta run."

They left right on time, vanishing within seconds.

Today, Sheng Fang had astronomy class, with Aunt Ping handling pick-up duty. Zhu Qing stayed behind for an extra fifteen minutes to organize old case files. When she looked up, she saw Cheng Xinglang standing at the office door, accompanied by Ben in his sporty attire.

Ben had a squash bag slung over his shoulder. "Hurry up, I booked the court for seven. They don’t extend time if we’re late."

Cheng Xinglang insisted on walking Zhu Qing home first.

"It’s so close, do you really need to escort me?" She couldn’t help but laugh.

Ben shot her a teasing look.

Exactly! Back when he had asked Cheng Xinglang to walk the madam home, the man had simply said, "It’s so close, why bother?"

As they reached her doorstep, Cheng Xinglang suddenly said, "There’s something in your eye. Let me see."

Zhu Qing tilted her face up.

As the key turned in the lock, his palm gently covered her eyes while his other hand steadied her shoulder.

Just as she turned in confusion, the door swung open.

"Three, two, one..."

The darkness faded, revealing a living room adorned with warm yellow fairy lights.

A party popper burst with a "pop!", scattering streamers that fluttered onto colorful balloons dotting every corner.

Familiar faces came into view.

They had all discussed their evening plans before clocking out—yet here they were, gathered before her.

Sheng Peirong smiled tenderly. "Ke Ke's home."

Aunt Ping peeked out from the kitchen, her apron still tied around her waist.

The little one, who should've been at astronomy class, came bouncing over on short legs to grab Zhu Qing's hand.

Zhu Qing stood frozen in place.

"Happy birthday," Cheng Xinglang murmured by her ear.

Fang Fang tugged her toward the dining table. "Surprise!"

This was the first birthday cake Zhu Qing had ever received in her life.

Candlelight danced in her bright eyes as her mother reminisced about celebrating her birthday for the very first time. In her hands was a handmade card from Sheng Fang, before her lay Cheng Xinglang's carefully chosen gift, and all around beamed the radiant smiles of her colleagues.

Ah Ben slung his squash bag behind him and winked. "Not bad acting, huh?"

Everything felt surreal, like a dream.

Sheng Fang stretched his tiny arms to place a birthday crown on her head.

Beside the cake sat a spare crown.

Zhu Qing gently perched it atop Sheng Fang's little head.

Fang Fang tilted his adorable face—

Qing Zai totally loves me most!

"Let's sing first!" someone suggested.

Sheng Fang clapped his hands, his childish voice ringing sweetly.

"May joy fill every year, blessings grace each day..."

"Qing Zai, now this is a real party," Fang Fang declared proudly.

Sheng Fang had kept his promise to sing for Qing Zai's birthday.