Chapter 55 Arrest

As midnight approached, the number of people walking in the corridor gradually decreased.

The lights in the corridor automatically changed from glaring white to warm yellow, making people drowsy.

"Take a screenshot and call the police. Put those scum in jail."

"If there is no reconciliation, kneeling down and apologizing is useless."

"Go talk to the people in charge of those social platforms!"

While Qin Xiaoxi was communicating in the ward, Jiang Yanyu made countless phone calls, and became angrier and angrier.

However, Jiang Yanyu kept his voice down so as not to disturb the other patients' rest.

Except for the part about himself, Luo Qinglin could not understand Jiang Yanyu's encrypted instructions and could only stand by the wall in a daze.

He seemed to be immune to online comments, and even when he saw comments asking him to die, he didn't feel much of a stir.

Is it because he knows that these insults will be deleted by Jiang Yanyu in the end, so he is so relaxed now?

Luo Qinglin, Luo Qinglin, you are not even Jiang Yanyu's real boyfriend yet, but you have already gotten used to the comfort and being taken care of by him?

Luo Qinglin symbolically criticized himself in his heart to alleviate his guilt for continuing to enjoy being taken care of by Jiang Yanyu.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Yanyu asked after finishing the call, "Are you upset?"

"Nothing." Luo Qinglin pursed his lips and put away the smile that he didn't even notice.

Jiang Yanyu glanced at him worriedly, "Don't worry about those idiots on the Internet. You are not a public figure. Don't care about the shit they say."

"Well, I don't care anyway." Luo Qinglin replied.

Jiang Yanyu stood beside Luo Qinglin, put his arm around his shoulders, and let Luo Qinglin lean on him.

The familiar minty scent flowed into his nose again, which should have been refreshing, but Luo Qinglin felt at ease and even a little drowsy.

Jiang Yanyu's fingertips gently tapped on his arm. Luo Qinglin changed his posture, turned around and buried his head in his neck, secretly absorbing the minty scent from his body.

After snuggling for a while, sleepiness gradually came over me.

"Brother Jiang, Qinglin! Qu Man wants to talk to you." Qin Xiaoxi suddenly shouted.

Luo Qinglin suddenly opened his eyes and stood up immediately.

"Take him in." Jiang Yanyu pointed at Zhang Cheng and said.

The four of them walked into the ward together, Luo Qinglin and Jiang Yanyu in front, and the bald man escorting Zhang Cheng behind.

Qu Man was calm when she saw Luo Qinglin, but her breathing suddenly became heavy when she saw Zhang Cheng behind him.

Jiang Yanyu did not walk to the bedside, but walked to the sofa and sat down, keeping a distance of four or five meters from Qu Man.

The sofa was facing the hospital bed. Jiang Yanyu crossed his legs, pointed two fingers at the bald man, and made a gesture downwards.

After receiving the instruction, the bald man nodded and kicked Zhang Cheng in the knee.

As the severe pain came, Zhang Cheng groaned softly and knelt weakly at Jiang Yanyu's feet.

Jiang Yanyu smiled with satisfaction, raised his head and looked at Qu Man who was sitting on the hospital bed in front of him.

"Ms. Qu, I am the person in charge of La Pluie, and I am also a director of the group that owns the champagne Moelleux endorsed by Zhuang Yiqing, and the skincare product La Beauté that you endorse."

Luo Qinglin was stunned by this long string of self-introductions, and added in a low voice: "His name is Jiang Yanyu."

"Thank you, BB," Jiang Yanyu continued, "your suicide, under Zhuang Yiqing's exaggeration, has seriously damaged my boyfriend's reputation."

The bald man pulled up Zhuang Yiqing's Weibo, walked up and handed the phone to Qu Man, then quickly retreated back to the sofa.

"You now have two options. One is to help Qinglin clarify, saying it was a misunderstanding, calm public opinion, and continue to be with Zhuang Yiqing, living in peace until all contracts expire."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the ward dropped to freezing point.

Qin Xiaoxi looked at Jiang Yanyu in shock, while Luo Qinglin lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Qu Man's expression at all.

The entire ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Apart from Zhang Cheng's heavy breathing, everyone else's movements seemed to be paused and their breathing stopped.

After a moment of silence, Qu Man lowered her eyes and asked with lifeless eyes: "What about the second way?"

"The second option," Jiang Yanyu said, "is that you post a video accusing Zhuang Yiqing of abusing you for two years. I will expose his other crimes and send him to prison."

Qu Man's eyes lit up, she raised her head suddenly and looked at Jiang Yanyu in disbelief.

"But from now on, I will control your public persona. You must continue to use your identity as a victim to stir up hype and earn dividends for me."

"In addition, all your endorsements with my group will be extended indefinitely, but my group will no longer pay you any fees."

Jiang Yanyu narrowed his eyes and explained, "In other words, I can help you, but from now on, you have to work for me for free until all my losses are compensated."

"Ms. Qu, I'll give you five minutes to think about it."

"Don't think about it," Qu Man said without hesitation, "I'll choose the second path."

“Ugh!!!”

Hearing the answer, Zhang Cheng struggled hard and looked at Qu Man with wide eyes, as if he was puzzled by her decision.

"Let go and let him speak." Jiang Yanyu ordered.

As soon as the bald man let go of his hand, Zhang Cheng said anxiously: "Manman, you are destroying him by doing this! Why can't we talk about it calmly? Why do we have to make a scene that ends in disaster?"

Qu Man stared at Zhang Cheng's pleading eyes for a moment, opened and closed her mouth several times, as if she was extremely disappointed and powerless, and was so speechless that she didn't know what to say.

In the end, Qu Man said nothing, but smiled gently and replied, "Mr. Jiang, I have made up my mind. I will choose the second path."

Jiang Yanyu nodded, then turned to Zhang Cheng and said, "Ms. Qu has made her decision. Now it's your turn, Mr. Zhang."

Jiang Yanyu's narrow eyes were half closed, and he leaned down and approached Zhang Cheng.

"You also have two options. One is to continue to protect Zhuang Yiqing and end up being sent to prison together with me. The other is to publish an article together with Zhuang Yiqing and sever ties with him."

"Which one do you want to choose, Mr. Zhang?" Jiang Yanyu asked with a smile.

Zhang Cheng lost his strength instantly and slumped to the ground, his eyes dazed, staring at Jiang Yanyu stupidly, unable to answer a word.

"Could it be..." Jiang Yanyu asked in confusion, "Mr. Zhang wants to choose the first option?"

"No, no, no, no!" Zhang Cheng woke up immediately and knelt on the ground. "The second one, I choose the second one!"

Jiang Yanyu was amused by Zhang Cheng's funny appearance of sliding on his knees. She sneered disdainfully, stood up and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you, Miss Qu."

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Just after a quarter of an hour past midnight, Zhuang Yiqing finished his shower, put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.

Beep...beep...

The mobile phone receiver was busy all the time and Zhang Cheng's call could not be reached.

Zhuang Yiqing sighed softly, hung up the phone, walked to the big bed in the hotel and lay down, allowing the young man and woman to climb on both sides of him.

Zhuang Yiqing opened Weibo and wanted to see the direction of public opinion.

But the hot searches about Qu Man's suicide have disappeared, and the first two hot searches have all been replaced.

【Zhuang Yiqing mental abuse】

Dog whistle abuse

Zhuang Yiqing's heart tightened and he immediately clicked on the entry.

As the page turned, Qu Manfa's video began to play automatically.

"For two years, I have been subjected to verbal violence and mental abuse from Zhuang Yiqing. He controls all my social media accounts and phone numbers. Apart from work, he does not allow me to contact the outside world."

"I committed suicide because I wanted to escape Zhuang Yiqing's control. It had nothing to do with Mr. Luo. Please don't let innocent people suffer violence."

"Two years ago, my contract with my original agency expired, and Zhuang Yiqing persuaded me to transfer the contract to his studio. Since then..."

The sound quality of the mobile phone speaker was not very good, and Qu Man's voice was hoarse and cold, not as gentle as usual.

In the five-minute video, Qu Man revealed every instance of violence that Zhuang Yiqing inflicted on her, her tone steady but her eyes firm.

"From now on, I will no longer choose to escape or tolerate. I will take up legal weapons to protect myself!"

Knock knock knock.

When Qu Man finished her last sentence, there was a knock on the hotel door.

"Is Mr. Zhuang here?" A strange male voice came from outside the door.

Zhuang Yiqing didn't move. He sat on the bed without saying a word. His temples were twitching and his heart felt as if it was hanging in the air.

Knock knock knock!

The door was knocked again, and this time, the sound of the room card unlocking was also heard.

Within a few seconds, the door was kicked open and several policemen broke in and walked straight towards the three people on the bed.

There was constant noise outside the door, and countless reporters gathered in the corridor.

Shutter sound, click sound, flash, lighting...

Countless cameras extend through the door, recording all the scenes, and no one can escape.

"ah!!!"

The young man and woman screamed, covered their faces, jumped off the bed and ran out in a hurry, but were quickly caught by the police and handcuffed.

Liang Qiao walked up to Zhuang Yiqing, looked down at him and said, "Mr. Zhuang, you are being arrested on suspicion of gathering for promiscuity. Please cooperate with the investigation."

The author has something to say:

Luo Qinglin: The person in charge? bb? At this critical moment, you still want to speak plastic Cantonese? (frown)

Jiang Yanyu: That’s what I’m going to say! (Arm-akimbo)