Yang Qingheng gasped, her voice trembling with anxiety: "Where is he? Is he alright?"

"He just grazed it and hit his head. A doctor has already bandaged him up. He's fine." The policeman was clearly guilty.

Yang Qingheng didn't have time to pursue that. With a heavy heart, she found Song Hengjue's rest room. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was all unharmed, but then she became a little annoyed. Pointing at his head, she said, "Look at what you look like now, one bag on the left and one bag on the right. Symmetrical, are you satisfied now?"

What if the car veers slightly and instead of just grazes it, it runs over it?

Just thinking about this possibility made Yang Qingheng feel breathless and filled with lingering fear.

Song Hengjue knew he had gone too far this time. He had been feeling guilty, and now that he heard her scolding him, he felt terrible.

He was hit by a car, and instead of being worried about him, she mocked him for the ugly bump on his head as soon as they met!

All she cares about is her face!

She retorted defiantly, "Did I scare you? If you hadn't said you'd chain me up and lock me in the house like a dog, would I have run away?"

"Like a dog? Chained?" The policeman's sharp gaze locked onto Yang Qingheng, his expression changing, as if he were looking at a criminal.

Restricting someone's personal freedom is criminal behavior!

Yang Qingheng was uncharacteristically embarrassed: "No, I was just joking with him. He's so dense, he misunderstood."

"You misunderstood, so you had several bodyguards watching over me in the villa and not letting me contact anyone else?" Song Hengjue retorted.

That brat, adding fuel to the fire!

"Shut up, you have no right to speak!" Yang Qingheng raised her hand, looking at his pitiful appearance with two big bumps on his head, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to hit him. She only glared at him fiercely before sheepishly explaining to the police officer, "Officer, please listen to my explanation, it's not what you think. My fiancé is a little mentally unstable, so..."

"Don't I know he's mentally unstable? Let's talk in the interrogation room." She dares to lie to his face; who knows how she'll abuse this honest man when she gets home.

The police had never seen anyone so arrogant, so they forcibly handcuffed her.

Indeed, because Song Hengjue's eyes were so innocent, coupled with the guilt of accidentally bumping into him, Song Hengjue had become a pitiful canary in his heart that needed protection.

Looking again at Yang Qingheng's exquisite and wealthy appearance, he became even more certain of his guess.

As an outstanding police officer, he would never allow any criminal to escape under his nose!

Fang Nan was completely bewildered when she was notified to come to the police station to pick up her: "Wait, sis, what's going on?"

He pointed at the two gleaming new silver bracelets on Yang Qingheng's wrist, his lips twitching.

Weren't you here to take Song Hengjue back? How did you end up getting yourself arrested?

Yang Qingheng was speechless with exhaustion, and closed her eyes wearily: "Explain to the police."

An hour later, after making several phone calls to Yao Ying, who was traveling abroad, and after reviewing Song Hengjue's diagnostic report, the police finally believed that Yang Qingheng was not a criminal who committed robbery.

“Although I know you mean well, Mr. Song is an adult with complete thinking ability. If you lock him up like this again, we have the right to intervene,” he said seriously as he saw the group out of the police station. “...Especially, you can’t use chains. Who would use chains to tie someone up?”