Inspector Thier’s wife: Introduction

Inspector Thier’s wife: Introduction

“Loud music blasted from large speakers, accompanied by flashing, multi-colored neon lights that reflected off the floor. The cool mist from the air conditioning worked tirelessly to ensure a pleasant atmosphere for the customers at ‘Hom Pha,’ a renowned nightclub in Chiang Rai province.

The scent of alcohol mingled with the pervasive aroma of cigarette smoke, but the people inside paid no mind. Likewise, officers from the Mae Sai Police Station, enjoying a VIP area, celebrated the successful closure of a case involving the most elusive drug trafficker in the country, Ronapop.

This mission began two months ago. The investigative unit of the Mae Sai Police Station collaborated with the drug suppression unit of the Chiang Mai City Police Station to hunt down this drug dealer. The team was led by Police Major Thian, Police Major Phuwin, Police Sergeant Lukplub, and Police Lance Corporal Mangkon, all of whom were present in the nightclub.

“Nong Plub, are you alright?”

“P’Mangkon, I think it’s best if I go home. I don’t really like the smell of cigarettes.” “Should I take you home?”

Mangkon asked the younger police sergeant, Lukplub, with concern. However, it was

well-known that anything concerning Lukplub was also of great concern to Inspector Phuwin, a serious, stern inspector whose words might be sharp, but whose actions spoke volumes.

“He’s my boyfriend. I can take him home, Mangkon.”

“Straightforward that he is your boyfriend, Inspector. *eyebrow wiggle*” “Actually, it’s more than ‘boyfriend’.”

He didn’t even need to say it to know what he meant. If it wasn’t the word ‘wife’… Inspector Phuwin was so quick to abandon his old ways and reform himself once Nong Plub nearly left.

Mangkon, or Police Lance Corporal Mangkon Phianwanich, a handsome young man of twenty-eight, laughed at his boss’s behavior. It wasn’t something to dwell on. As a single man, he could only pick up his glass and rejoin his friends on the dance floor, as usual.

His large, round, light brown eyes scanned the surroundings. The dim light against the darkness within the club made it difficult to see clearly. However, there was someone who stood out sharply amidst the gloom.

A tall man, 192 centimeters, standing not far from them, swayed gently, captivatingly, while flashing dazzling smiles at the women who approached. Who else could be so charming but…

Inspector Thian, or Police Major Gearthian Phiromsomorn, a handsome thirty-four-year-old detective inspector specializing in special cases at the Chiang Mai City Police Station, who had come to Chiang Rai specifically to help with this major case.

“You’re envious of me, aren’t you?” The person who had just excused himself from the women walked straight to the junior police lance corporal.

“I’m not as hot as the Inspector.”

“Should I teach you some techniques sometime? I guarantee you’ll get a date for sure.” “No thanks.”

Techniques or looks… you can’t compete with good fortune and DNA.

Mangkon had to admit to himself quietly that he had almost nothing to compare to the person in front of him.

Gearthian had a handsome, sharp face that was impossible to look away from. Thick, dark eyebrows like drawn bows emphasized his captivating ebony eyes. The flirtatious gaze paired with the playful smile from his defined lips made anyone who looked at him lose their composure.

As for Mangkon, he was an ordinary policeman, with simple, plain features. Gently curved eyebrows complemented his soft, refined face. His rounded face held a sweet, endearing quality. What he was most proud of was probably his thin, pinkish, cupid-bow lips.

“Did Phu go back already?” “Yes, he took Nong Plub home.”

“Once you have a wife, you’re attached to them. That’s why I don’t want one.”

“What do you mean, sir?” Mangkon furrowed his beautiful eyebrows, not quite understanding.

“I don’t want any commitments. It’s not freedom.” Simply put, Gearthian cherished his independence and disliked commitment. Or, to put it bluntly, he was a relentless flirt.

“Don’t you really want to be with anyone, Inspector?”

“Just casual flings are enough for me.” So, that’s how it is.

A hundred people, a hundred opinions. He couldn’t judge someone based on what they were. Mangkon simply nodded in acknowledgment and thought about excusing himself, but when he mentioned it, someone volunteered to take him home.

“I’ll take you. You’re probably drunk.”

“Inspector, I’m fine. You should stay and have fun.” “I’m not drunk either,” the junior police officer insisted. “I’m starting to not have fun anymore. Let’s go.”

“But I…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the high-ranking officer pulled him out, just like that. But the astute Mangkon immediately understood from the gazes of the girls, no matter which table they were at, who were watching them.

He was probably escaping. It must be difficult being so handsome. “Ah… the air outside is so much better than inside.”

“That’s right, sir. The sky is clear today too.”

It was as he said. Although it was almost one in the morning, the surroundings were quiet and deserted, but the sky was full of clear stars, and a cool breeze blew gently by.

But as the police officer was walking towards the spacious parking lot, suddenly a motorcycle sped in. The driver was dressed in black from head to toe, even their face completely covered so that no one noticed their presence.

Bang! Bang!

“Hey! Inspector, watch out!”

Mangkon shouted loudly after two gunshots rang out from the motorcycle. It didn’t even stop, just slowed down, raised a gun and let loose a couple of shots within seconds and then sped off, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

“Inspector Thian!” “Stay calm, sir!”

“Damn it! The inspector’s been shot!”

The junior police officer was shocked, his eyes wide and his heart racing uncontrollably at the unexpected event. He only knew that he had to get the injured man to the hospital.

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Private Hospital

The news of her son being shot reached Khunying Pharada, Inspector Gearthian’s mother, who was the wife of Police General Prinya, the Deputy Director-General of the National Police Agency and Gearthian’s father.

Now, the mother stood in the patient’s room, looking at her precious son with concern, who still didn’t look fazed. She was relieved that the bullet hadn’t hit any vital organs, but her worries hadn’t completely disappeared. It seemed Gearthian’s left arm would be difficult to use for the next one to two months.

The area that was shot was the left upper arm. Fortunately, only one of the two bullets pierced completely through. And at that very moment, Gearthian himself was able to control his senses well, moving his body to dodge instinctively, not falling unconscious.

“You’re still smiling, Gear?” “It’s far from my heart, Mom.”

“You can say that! I was worried sick!”

“There was no need for you to come. I’ll be back in two days anyway.” But where would he get to go back to?

In the next two days, he was scheduled to return to Chiang Mai Province, but then this happened. The schedule would probably have to be postponed by several days.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Mom.”

Pharada shook her head at her son’s stubbornness and playfulness, as the mischievous tone and face clearly reflected his personality, befitting the nickname “Saranwat Phan Lay” (Inspector of a Thousand Tricks): both flirtatious and cunning, without hiding it.

“Your luck is really bad, Gear.”

“There you go again, Mom, blaming it on fate.”

“Or is it not true? How many times has it happened this year?”

Gearthian, hearing his mother only saying bad things, could only shake his head. He thought it was quite nonsense, there was practically nothing that could prove scientifically that those minor accidents that happen, including this incident, that it was caused by bad luck.

“Why don’t you believe me? Don’t you think about this? At the beginning of the year, you fell down the stairs, broke your leg, and had to wear a cast. You got cut by a knife. There was this and that. In the middle of the year, it was a bit heavier. Hit by a car. Now you’ve been shot again.”

“It was an accident.”

The time he fell down the stairs because he was drunk, there was nothing to excuse. Those knife cuts and all that were because he wasn’t careful. The car accident too, the eyes that should be looking at the road were staring at a girl’s breasts instead. As for this time, he didn’t know either.

“I don’t know. You have to fix your luck according to what the fortune teller said.” “The fortune teller said that if you don’t fix your luck, you might meet your doom!”

“Really?” This is getting to be utter nonsense. These fortune tellers make a living off superstition.

“You have to get married.” “Mom, don’t be ridiculous.” “I’m serious.”

Knock, knock, knock.

The argument continued, but the never-ending argument between the mother and son was interrupted by a police officer visitor with some leads.

“Uh… hello… Khunying.”

Mangkon, who opened the door, was quite startled because he never expected to see Khunying Pharada here. He knew who Inspector Gearthian’s parents were.

“Hello, son. I must thank Mangkon so much for saving Gear.” “It’s nothing at all. But is the Inspector okay?”

“More than okay.” Thian didn’t hesitate to give him a charming smile once.

“Actually, I asked someone to check the cameras around there. No license plate, but a pretty good description. I’ll have people investigate it for you, okay?” Mangkon reported the news from his investigation, which had been going on almost all day.

“Thank you very much, son.”

And then Khunying Pharada still wouldn’t give up, turning back to continue the subject from moments earlier.

“Gear, listen to me. The fortune teller said that you have to get married to fix your bad luck. To someone born on Monday, October 13th, and that person has to have the Thai letter ‘Ror Ruea’ (ร) in both their first and last name.”

Upon hearing that, the young Inspector exclaimed loudly. He must thank that crazy fortune teller, right? For not giving too broad a hint, otherwise his mother would have certainly forced him to marry just anyone.

Someone born on Monday, October 13th.

Both the first and last name have to have ‘Ror Ruea’.

This is absolutely crazy! Where are you going to find someone who meets all these qualifications? You’d have to search the entire country! His mother must surrender and wave the white flag on this matter.

But the person standing listening silently, Mangkon, he didn’t quite understand what the Khunying was discussing with the Inspector.

However…

His white hand slowly pulled his ID card out of his wallet to check and quickly scanned it. Shit! This is really bad!

A pale-faced man swallowed hard and quickly put his ID card back where it belonged, but out of panic, it fell to the floor.

And at that moment…

The kind-hearted Khunying Pharada bent down to pick it up and took the liberty of quickly reading it. Her eyes widened like goose eggs, and she spoke each word clearly in a loud, distinct voice.

“Mangkon, were you born on Monday, son?”

The person who was standing with his head down, avoiding eye contact, had to look up and nod lightly in agreement.

“Gear, you must marry Mangkon.” “What, Mom?!”

“You must marry Mangkon.” “I won’t marry!”