Chapter 90: Brother-in-law?

Lin Feng’s performance on Original Good Songs won unanimous praise.

As expected, his Weibo comment section exploded. Large numbers of netizens rushed in to leave messages, almost all of them compliments, and Lin Feng’s follower count on Weibo climbed at a startling pace.

At first, everyone had thought Lin Feng’s appearance on Original Good Songs was nothing more than a bit of entertainment on the side. But when they saw him on stage singing with sincerity and feeling, everyone could not help but forget, for a moment, that he was a professional footballer. On that stage, he was simply a singer.

Zhou Ziqian fell silent.

So did the fans who had been shouting the loudest before.

Lin Feng’s performance on the stage of Original Good Songs was nothing short of perfect. How could they criticize it? How could they smear it?

If the only mentor to press for Lin Feng had been Qin Ruolin, or if Lin Feng had ultimately joined Qin Ruolin’s team, they might still have had something to say about an inside deal. But the truth was the exact opposite: Qin Ruolin was the last to press for him, and Lin Feng did not join her team.

"Brother, everyone really approves of your performance!" said Lin Wen, who had just finished watching Original Good Songs. She was sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through Weibo while speaking to Lin Feng, who was nearby tinkering with his guitar.

"I saw it a long time ago," Lin Feng said with a smile. "Stop mindlessly scrolling. Don’t forget the task I left you."

"Oh, that song was already fully practiced, hehe. Don’t worry, bro, I definitely won’t embarrass you the day after tomorrow," Lin Wen said with a grin.

Lin Feng gave a soft hum and continued plucking the strings, occasionally jotting notes about the melody on the paper in front of him.

"Oh, right, bro, have you finished writing your second song?" Lin Wen asked.

"Almost. Just a little more."

What Lin Feng was preparing at that moment was his second piece for the Music PK Arena.

"What about the singer? Are you singing it yourself?" Lin Wen asked again.

"If the singer provided by the program isn’t suitable, I’ll sing it myself," Lin Feng said.

Lin Wen replied with an oh, then yawned. "Bro, I’m going to sleep now. You should go to bed early too."

"Mm, I’ll sleep once I finish this song."

Lin Feng agreed, and Lin Wen got up and returned to her room.

Just then, Lin Feng’s phone rang. The caller ID showed a name: Li Xuemin.

Lin Feng froze for a moment. The name seemed somewhat unfamiliar, but soon he remembered. This Li Xuemin was the traffic officer who had once lent him and Qin Ruolin a police motorcycle for the trip to North City.

"Officer Li, is there something you need from me so late?" Lin Feng asked as he answered, puzzled.

"It’s like this. We’ve got someone here suspected of drunk driving, and he says he’s your younger brother-in-law," Li Xuemin said on the other end.

"Younger brother-in-law?" Lin Feng frowned. "Officer Li, you’ve got to be mistaken. I’m not even married yet. Where would I get a younger brother-in-law from?"

"Brother-in-law, it’s me!" A young man’s voice came through the phone. "Officer Li, please lend me the phone. I need to speak with him..."

After a moment, the young man’s voice rang out again. "Are you Lin Feng?"

"Mm. And you are?"

"My sister is Qin Ruolin. My name is Qin Han," the young man on the phone said. "My sister’s phone won’t connect, and the police insist that a family member come to pick me up. Please come over. Oh, and bring some money when you do. I might have to pay a fine. Hurry up!"

After saying that, the man hung up directly.

Lin Feng was speechless. He still had many things he hadn’t gotten clear yet, so he called Li Xuemin back at once.

This time, Li Xuemin answered.

"Officer Li, what exactly is going on? Please explain it to me clearly," Lin Feng asked.

"Oh, it’s like this. Recently we’ve been conducting a citywide crackdown on drunk driving. My colleagues and I set up a checkpoint near Gongnong Bridge. When one car saw us, it tried to turn around, so I stopped it. After checking, it turned out the driver was operating without a license, and he’d also been drinking. So I brought him back to the traffic unit. I told him to contact his family, but he said he couldn’t get through. At that moment, the television in the duty room was airing Original Good Songs, and this kid pointed at you on the screen and said you were his brother-in-law. Since I had your number, I called you," Li Xuemin explained the whole sequence.

"I see. Then how is someone in his situation handled?" Lin Feng asked.

"Fine, vehicle impoundment, and he may also be detained," Li Xuemin said.

"That serious? All right, I’ll head over right away. Send me the address of your traffic unit."

"You’re in the capital?" Li Xuemin asked in surprise. "Isn’t your home in Jiangning?"

"I’ve got a show the day after tomorrow, so I’m in the capital preparing these few days."

"Oh, I heard about that. It’s Music PK Arena, right? I happen to be off the day after tomorrow. I’ll definitely be cheering you on in front of the TV!" Li Xuemin said with a smile.

"That would be great." Lin Feng smiled as well. "We’ll talk when I get there. Don’t forget to send me the address."

"Sure thing!"

After hanging up, Li Xuemin sent the address of the traffic unit to Lin Feng’s phone.

"Bro, are you going out?" Lin Wen poked her head out from the bedroom, probably having heard Lin Feng on the phone.

"Mm, something came up. Go to sleep early."

"Oh, then come back early, and be careful."

Lin Feng nodded, took a coat, and left the hotel.

Half an hour later, Lin Feng arrived at the West City Traffic Police Brigade where Li Xuemin worked.

"You’re pretty fast," Li Xuemin said warmly, shaking Lin Feng’s hand when he saw him.

"Where’s that guy?" Lin Feng asked.

"Upstairs. I’ll take you."

Li Xuemin led Lin Feng to an office on the second floor. As soon as he entered, Lin Feng saw a young man about his age half-reclining on a sofa, both feet propped on the coffee table, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

The young man was quite handsome, with thick brows and bright eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth; his features and hair were almost like the male lead of a comic book.

"Brother-in-law, you’re finally here. I’ve been stuck in this cursed place for more than two hours," the young man said, jumping up from the sofa the moment he saw Lin Feng.

"Hold on a second," Lin Feng said, still not used to being called brother-in-law. "Are you really Qin Ruolin’s younger brother?"

"What, do you think I’m lying? Here, this is my ID. Look carefully: Qin Han. Same surname Qin, right? And this is a photo of me and my sister," Qin Han said, showing Lin Feng his ID and the photo in his wallet.

Lin Feng looked at the ID, then at the photograph. It was a family portrait. Besides Qin Han and Qin Ruolin, it also included Qin Weiguo and another middle-aged woman.

Lin Feng did not know the woman, but by appearance she was undoubtedly Qin Ruolin’s mother.

After seeing the photo, Lin Feng could at last confirm the young man’s identity.

"So you’re Qin Han. Hello, my name is Lin Feng," Lin Feng said, extending his hand.

"Forget it, we’re all family, so there’s no need for the formalities," Qin Han said, batting away Lin Feng’s hand and urging him on. "Hurry up and pay the fine, then take me away from this cursed place."

Lin Feng frowned. This kid was far too familiar for his taste.

"Officer Li, can I take him with me?" Lin Feng asked Li Xuemin.

"That’s a bit troublesome. Although it doesn’t count as drunk driving and doesn’t require criminal detention, he was driving without a license..."

"I already told you, I’m holding an international license. I just returned to the country and haven’t had time to exchange it for a domestic one yet. Besides, international licenses are recognized here too. How can you say I was driving without a license?" Before Li Xuemin could finish, Qin Han cut him off impatiently, his face full of annoyance.