The man's voice was like a stone crushing sand, rough and gritty, with a low, accusatory tone that was especially clear in the darkness: "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

Yang Qingheng instinctively wanted to retort, "Who wants to answer your call?" But hearing the heavy breathing on the other end, the image of the man with red eyes at the train station involuntarily flashed into her mind, and her tone softened: "I'm sleeping, how can I answer your call?"

"Hmm, it's okay." Song Hengjue was flattered by her gentle tone, his ears twitched, and all his sadness vanished.

The cold winter wind blew in through her collar and the hem of her coat, making Yang Qingheng shiver. "What's up with the call? Hurry up and tell me, I need to go back to sleep."

In the middle of the night, she stood there with her hair disheveled, which could easily scare a passerby to death.

The lights were off in Song Hengjue's room, and it was pitch black outside. There wasn't even a moon. The only warmth in the room came from the woman's impatient voice.

His Adam's apple bobbed for a second.

"If you don't tell me, I'm hanging up." Yang Qingheng wrapped her coat tighter, gripped the doorknob, and tried to open the door to go back inside.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Song Hengjue's breathing quickened: "I..."

"What?"

"...I want to see you."

The man's voice was pleading, slightly hoarse from crying. Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, a strange feeling rushing to her mind: "Song Hengjue, are you drunk?"

"No."

"What do you mean, 'see you'? What kind of pretentious nonsense is this? Go to sleep, I'm sleepy." Yang Qingheng yawned, pushed open the door, and tiptoed inside.

"I..." Song Hengjue was anxious. Hearing the sound of a woman sneezing from the other end, he instantly lost his voice. After a long while, he nervously said, "Are you sick?"

Nonsense, everyone's cold in the dead of winter.

Yang Qingheng cursed inwardly, forced herself to say "Goodnight" and hung up the phone, but the strange feeling in her mind wouldn't go away. After thinking for a while, she went back to the yard and dialed Fang Nan's number.

"Hello? Who is it?" Fang Nan asked groggily.

"I."

A cold voice came from the other end of the line. Fang Nan jumped out of bed with a start, respectfully covering the phone with his hand: "Sister Yang? What can I do for you in the middle of the night?"

As he spoke, he punched the air hard. This couple is simply insane! They're both incredibly disruptive.

"Has Song Hengjue been acting a little strange lately?" Yang Qingheng hesitated.

Fang Nan grinned and said, "When has he ever been normal? He's practically born with a screw loose."

If it weren't for the high pay, who would want to be his slave?

Now that I think about it, it's no wonder Yang Qingheng was unwilling to go back to her ex. If they were together, she would either be driven crazy by this man or driven crazy by him.

That's absolutely insane.

"I'm serious, he's been acting a bit strange lately." Yang Qingheng had a headache.

Fang Nan's wide grin instantly disappeared, his eyes flashing: "No way, Sister Yang, are you mistaken? He's been eating well lately, and he was arguing with Aunt Yao this afternoon."

"Then I was wrong." Yang Qingheng pinched her brow, breathed a slight sigh of relief, hung up the phone, opened the door to her room, and scrambled into bed.

That crazy little brat, she's freezing to death.

He quickly fell asleep.

Little did they know, a pair of eyes on the ground were peering in their direction.

Fang Nan hung up the phone, jumped out of bed with a whoosh, put on his slippers and rushed upstairs. He opened the door to his room and was startled to find Song Hengjue nowhere to be seen.

At the same time, he heard faint sounds of something being rummaged through downstairs, and he rushed down with a dark expression.

Seeing the man rummaging through the first-aid kit, she had a headache: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

He even called Yang Qingheng, which terrified him. Does he even know that?

Song Hengjue sniffed, looked up at him, a few strands of hair drooping across her forehead: "Where are my sleeping pills?"

"Have you finished eating? No amount of medicine can withstand you taking so much," Fang Nan's anger subsided the moment she saw him. She sighed, patted his shoulder, and said, "It's the middle of the night. Go back and lie down. If you wake Aunt Yao up, you'll get scolded again."

Song Hengjue pursed her lips, stuffed everything into the first-aid kit, and went back to her room in her slippers.

Fang Nan couldn't stand it anymore, so he rushed over, grabbed him, and pulled out a bottle of liquor from somewhere, shoving it into his arms: "Drink this, you can fall asleep after you finish it."

"This is bad for your health." Song Hengjue hesitated before taking it.

Fang Nan rolled his eyes: "Taking sleeping pills isn't good for your health either. Get lost, you're just causing trouble all day long."

Song Hengjue seemed to be convinced by him, and took a cup from the kitchen back to his room.

…………

The next day, at the police station.

"Ms. Yang, I know you're worried, but our police haven't found any evidence yet. Please be patient and wait. The truth will come out eventually." The young policeman poured her a cup of hot water in an enamel mug and placed it on the table in front of her.

They did find some clues, but the two people refused to speak and kept the people behind them well hidden. No amount of coercion or bribery could change their minds.

Moreover, we live in a society governed by law. Do you think the police can torture people?

Yang Qingheng had a headache. She knew the police had already done their best and she couldn't rush them, but two weeks had already passed. There wasn't much evidence to begin with, and dragging it out any longer would only bury the already scarce evidence, making it really difficult to find out who was behind it all.

All I could do was plead with him: "Officer, may I see the two kidnappers who abducted me?"

The young policeman hesitated for a few seconds, glanced at the wall clock, and sighed, "Okay, but you only have ten minutes of visiting time, and you must be accompanied by us. Is that alright?"

"Thank you." Yang Qingheng quickly stood up and nodded gratefully to him.

Tang Bainian followed closely behind her inside. The policeman who led them in frowned and reached out to stop him, but an older policeman gave him a look and slapped his hand away.

The young policeman paused for a second, then awkwardly withdrew his hand. After the two went inside, he asked curiously, "Sir, I remember you said before that it wasn't allowed..."

“That depends on who’s going in,” the policeman who was called Master gave him a meaningful look. “You’re not as flexible as Li Cheng.”

The policeman was somewhat displeased after being told that.

Inside, after half a month, Yang Qingheng finally saw that familiar face. She glanced at the person opposite her almost imperceptibly, then pulled out a chair and sat down.