I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week

Chapter 2032: Free Ally
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Upon seeing Ji Antai, Lin Yi couldn’t remain calm.

He was there for a crackdown operation, and he had just busted his own future father-in-law?

What kind of situation was this?

But then, thinking it over, it made some sense. His future father-in-law had a habit of sending gifts to female streamers, so coming to a massage parlor wasn’t entirely out of character.

It was just bad luck that he got caught up in the most stringent crackdown operation in history.

The silver lining was that Zhang Hui, his teammate, was the one who apprehended Ji Antai, which meant this situation could be easily managed.

Lin Yi reluctantly got up and walked over to Zhang Hui.

At the same time, Zhang Hui, alongside a group of about ten people, emerged from inside.

“I didn’t do anything! Why are you arresting me?” Ji Antai protested, his face full of misery.

Despite being slightly panicked, Ji Antai managed to stay relatively composed, as he had seen a lot in his younger days.

“It’s not up to you to say what you did or didn’t do. You’ll need to come with us for questioning,” Zhang Hui responded.

“Can I at least make a phone call to my son-in-law?” Ji Antai asked.

“What, you’re trying to call in reinforcements?” Zhang Hui chuckled.

“Let me tell you, this is Zhonghai’s crackdown month. It doesn’t matter who you call; it won’t help you.”

Zhang Hui said this more for the benefit of the Songjiang precinct officers.

This ensured that they followed the rules, even in front of outsiders.

“My son-in-law is quite influential. Could you give me a little leeway?” Ji Antai pleaded.

“I can’t give leeway for anyone. Save your breath.”

“Brother Hui!”

Lin Yi waved from a distance. At the same time, Ji Antai spotted Lin Yi and, though relieved, felt a bit awkward.

Seeing Lin Yi waving him over, Zhang Hui walked toward him.

“What’s up?” Zhang Hui asked.

Lin Yi pointed at Ji Antai. “That man is my future father-in-law. Let’s drop this.”

“Holy crap!” Zhang Hui exclaimed.

“He was just saying he needed to call his son-in-law. Turns out it’s you.”

Lin Yi nodded helplessly. “I didn’t expect to run into this situation. Sorry about that.”

“What the f*ck… hahaha…”

Zhang Hui couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Man, you’re out here cracking down and end up busting your own father-in-law. I’ve been in this job for years, and I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“It couldn’t be helped.”

“Well, since it’s a family matter, it’s not a big deal,” Zhang Hui said.

“I’ll put him in the car, and you can drive him home. What happens next is up to you.”

“Thanks, Brother Hui. I’ll take it from here.”

“Alright, off you go.”

Lin Yi got into a police car, and not long after, Ji Antai was brought over and seated next to him.

“Son-in-law, I swear, I was just here for a bath. I didn’t do anything wrong. Do you believe me?” Ji Antai quickly explained as he got into the car.

“Of course, I believe you. I know what kind of person you are. You were just unlucky to get caught up in this.”

Ji Antai’s attitude made Lin Yi feel better.

The fact that he immediately called him “son-in-law” meant that the older couple wasn’t aware of his recent issues.

This meant the conflict was only between him and Ji Qingyan. That made things easier to handle.

“I knew you’d understand me,” Ji Antai said, relieved.

“Do you have any pull at the police station? I don’t need to go back there, do I?”

“No need. I’ll take you home.”

“Great, let’s go home,” Ji Antai said, sitting back in the seat, now finally feeling at ease.

“By the way, what have you been busy with lately? You haven’t come over for dinner in a while. And what was up with that fake news saying you died? I was about to file a complaint against those journalists.”

“I’ve just been swamped with work recently, so I haven’t had time,” Lin Yi smiled.

“As for the fake news, it was just a mix-up. I was in Pname for a business trip, and there was a riot. The reporters got the story wrong, so there was a bit of confusion.”

“So that’s what happened,” Ji Antai nodded.

“But what’s going on with you and my daughter? When are you two getting married? Your mother-in-law and I are eager to have grandkids.”

“That’s not up to me. You’ll have to talk to your daughter about that,” Lin Yi said.

“If it were up to me, the kid would be in kindergarten by now.”

“It’s her fault, then. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. You two have been together for years. There’s no reason to delay the wedding any longer.”

“Thanks.”

Lin Yi agreed with a smile.

Even though busting his father-in-law during a crackdown operation was embarrassing, it did earn him an ally.

All in all, it wasn’t a bad trade-off.

Soon, Lin Yi drove Ji Antai back home.

“Alright, we’re home,” Lin Yi said.

“Son-in-law, you remember what we talked about, right?” Ji Antai asked.

“I remember. We’ll just say you came to have dinner with me.”

Ji Antai nodded in agreement. “Come on in for a bit.”

“Uh… it’s pretty late. I think I’ll just head home.”

Lin Yi felt that it wasn’t the best time to meet Ji Qingyan and wanted to leave.

“Just come in for a little while.”

After getting out of the car, Ji Antai gave Lin Yi no chance to refuse and led him inside.

At the same time, Song Minghui emerged from the house, wearing her nightgown.

“Oh, Little Yi is here! Come in, come in.”

Although she didn’t refer to Lin Yi as “son-in-law” like Ji Antai did, Song Minghui was just as enthusiastic.

She clearly hoped the two would settle down soon.

With no choice, Lin Yi was dragged inside. Song Minghui called up to the second floor,

“Daughter, look who’s here.”

“Who is it?”

Ji Qingyan’s voice came from upstairs, making Lin Yi’s heart skip a beat.

On the second-floor landing, Ji Qingyan, dressed in a blue nightgown, froze when she saw Lin Yi.

She hadn’t expected him to show up at her house at this time of night.

“What are you standing there for? Come down,” Song Minghui called out, then headed to the kitchen to get some fresh fruit from the fridge.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Ji Qingyan slowly walked downstairs and sat on the other side of the sofa.

This small detail didn’t escape Lin Yi’s notice, though Ji Antai and Song Minghui seemed oblivious to it.

“Come on, Little Yi, have some fruit. It’s fresh from today,” Song Minghui said, offering him some.

“Thank you, Auntie.”

“No need to be so polite; we’re all family,” Song Minghui said with a broad smile.

“But I’m curious, how did you two run into each other?”

Lin Yi was about to speak, but Ji Antai cut him off.

“I was out meeting a friend this afternoon, and since I was near his office, I dropped by to have dinner with him,” Ji Antai said matter-of-factly.

“He’s almost thirty, and he still isn’t in a hurry to settle down.”

“Exactly! We’re the girl’s family, so we’re not supposed to push too hard,” Song Minghui said.

“But with your parents not in Zhonghai and with everything between you two already settled, I’m not holding back anymore. Stop focusing on your career so much and start thinking about getting married.”