A police intern from a Taoist family X a cold captain with strong boundaries. Author's note: The author cannot update regularly due to academic work and illness; medication affects thinking ability, updates are unstable, depending on when I'm lucid. [Warm tip] This story also contains some traditional cultural elements in the early stages. Not double chastity; Captain Wen once had a girlfriend. The protagonist has a psychological disorder. When Wen Yu was cornered and ready to sacrifice herself, a young girl swung a mop handle wrapped in insulating tape at the criminal's head, stunning him. "This is an arrest scene, kid, get out." An Yonghui held the stick in one hand while making a sword gesture with the other, turning back to add, "Maybe I'm also a criminal police officer." The girl looked just out of police academy, her uniform making her seem like a child wearing adult clothes. Wen Yu covered her wound and closed her eyes, waiting for rescue. What arrived before the rescue was a pair of small, soft hands. ———— An Yonghui had been on the job for a month. Old Zhou in the team couldn't stand it anymore and found her: "Xiao An, you carry a stick around like Sun Wukong, it's really undignified. At least Uncle Zhao at the gate has a standard-issue weapon." An Yonghui helplessly spread her hands. She had applied long ago, but it wasn't approved. Besides, Captain Wen didn't have one either. Old Zhou looked troubled: "She has her reasons. But your stick..." — The twenty-four-year-old kid who just graduated from police academy turned out to be the granddaughter of 'Qingweizi'—the person who controlled half of Bailin Port in the 1960s and 1970s. Wen Yu fell silent. The reason An Yonghui wasn't allowed to carry equipment turned out to be that during the big competition, she used the 16th form of military boxing mixed with Qingwei Temple's 'Patrol Mountain Stick' technique. The judges on site didn't know how to score because the assessment criteria didn't include 'mixed application of Taoist martial arts and traditional military boxing.' "Where did the mop stick come from?" "Thirty-nine yuan each from the supermarket downstairs, four yuan a roll for tape." Wen flipped through the accounts. "I can reimburse you for the insulating tape. The rest is on you." — Wen Yu swore she would never believe she could be involved with a 'remarkable woman' who could bite a knife with her mouth and climb trees to pick apricots. Until that night when she had a panic attack and accidentally called An Yonghui's number. The kid rode her electric scooter at lightning speed in the middle of the night, picked her door lock, and fed her medicine. When she opened her eyes again, she saw An Yonghui sitting there drowsy, covered in injuries, still clutching the mop stick. She had come too fast yesterday and was hit by a Porsche running a red light, flying several meters. Her electric scooter was totaled. "I'll reimburse you, buy you a new car. Stay with me."