Chapter 135 When Husband and Wife are of One Mind, Their Strength Can Break Metal

The police car drove smoothly towards the city center.

From a distance, you can see a large crowd gathered around the entrance of the First Police Station in Beicheng.

Amidst the flashing lights and long lenses, reporters lingered, their gazes all fixed on the intersection.

As soon as the police car arrived at the intersection, the crowd stirred and surged forward.

The crowd was dense, jostling and pushing each other.

The flash of the camera made everyone's vision go white.

Looking out the car window at the throng of people and their distorted faces, Qu He's heart sank.

These reporters had clearly been waiting for a long time; they probably caught wind of her the moment she got into the police car.

What a coincidence!

This is clearly someone trying to ruin her reputation.

The police car was surrounded by people outside, making it impossible for it to move an inch.

Gu Yu gave a wink to the two policemen in the front seat, and they got out of the car to prepare for evacuation.

But as soon as the car door opened, the reporters clung to the door frame, their cameras and recorders thrusting in, bombarding Qu He's ears with a barrage of noise and questions:

"Qu He, please answer this directly: were you really involved in a drunk driving accident tonight?"

"According to sources, the victim is not only pregnant, but also your ex-boyfriend's current girlfriend. Are you taking revenge?"

"As a public figure with a certain social influence, don't you know the dangers of drunk driving? Does this mean you disregard the law?"

The reporters' questions were increasingly sharp and malicious, as if they had already convicted her.

Qu He subconsciously shrank back in her seat. The flash of the camera made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes. All she could see was blinding white light, and all she could hear were sharp questions.

Just as she was about to be engulfed by this force, Gu Yu, who was beside her, turned to the side and shielded Qu He tightly behind him.

His sharp, hawk-like gaze swept coldly over the reporter who had been shouting the loudest.

The coldness and ferocity inherent in his eyes were fully revealed at this moment, as if they could pierce through people's hearts.

The noisy reporters felt a chill run down their spines when he looked at them like that. The words they were about to say instantly stuck in their throats, and their hands holding the recording pens trembled.

Gu Yu pointed at one of the male reporters who had led the shouting, and his words drowned out all the noise in the room.

"The case hasn't even been investigated, the evidence hasn't been established, and you're already convicting someone? What, am I supposed to take off my police uniform and give it to you? Are you going to be my policeman?"

The male reporter trembled, his face turning pale from the retort, and he forced himself to say, "You...you're covering up for someone! You're just making excuses!"

He caught a glimpse of Gu Yu's epaulets on his police uniform out of the corner of his eye; they were only junior rank. His fear subsided, and he retorted defiantly, "You're just a junior officer, spouting nonsense! You're probably having an affair with Qu He, aren't you!"

Gu Yu scoffed, tugging at his police uniform collar, his roguish air radiating a menacing ruthlessness. "I've handcuffed more criminals with my own hands than you've interviewed any living person. When I handled my first murder case, you were probably still wearing open-crotch pants, playing in the mud, crying for your mother to nurse, right?"

The nearby police officer immediately shouted sternly, "This is our criminal investigation captain, Gu Yu. Please watch your words!"

Upon hearing this title, the reporter's expression changed.

Upon hearing that his surname was Gu, he turned deathly pale.

Gu Yu... someone from Beicheng with the surname Gu, I'm afraid he might be...

His legs began to tremble, and he was no longer as arrogant as before.

Just then, a commotion arose on the outermost edge of the crowd.

In the depths of the night, the bright headlights approached from afar, carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression, piercing the darkness and clearing a path through the chaotic crowd.

Everyone instinctively turned around and saw five black Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars lined up and parked steadily not far away.

The car doors opened almost simultaneously, and four bodyguards in black uniforms got out of each car. Their movements were well-trained, forming a human wall to separate the reporters and clearing a path for them.

The situation was brought under control in an instant.

Along the road, streetlights cast a dim, yellowish glow, and at the far end, backlit, a tall, imposing figure stood gracefully.

Zhuang Bieyan was dressed in a black suit, the hem of which swayed slightly in the night breeze. He exuded a powerful aura, radiating authority without anger.

He walked straight forward, and all the noise in the crowd miraculously subsided because of his aura as a person in a superior position.

Zhuang Bieyan walked to the police car, his gaze passing through the window and landing on Qu He, who was being protected by Gu Yu. His usually calm eyes rippled slightly, a hint of heartache flashing across them.

He exchanged a glance with Gu Yu without changing his expression.

He turned to face the group of guilty reporters and said, "Treat these reporters well, don't leave a single one out."

Its words were resounding, like a verdict.

The road was cleared, and the police cars were finally able to drive into the police station.

From the moment she saw Zhuang Bieyan appear, Qu He felt as if she were being supported by a pair of hands, instantly finding a place to lean on and a point of emotional support.

Zhuang Bieyan could hardly contain himself and strode forward, but stopped in his tracks after seeing Qu He shake her head.

She was led out of the car and into the building by the policewoman.

Zhuang Bieyan followed her at a distance, like a silent mountain, quietly shielding her from the wind and rain.

Gu Yu walked over carrying a bag, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. His tone was casual yet reassuring. "We need to go through the procedures. Go inside and give a statement first."

Qu He knew the rules and nodded in understanding.

He handed the bag to the policewoman next to him, saying, "Take her to change her clothes first."

"Received, Captain Gu."

Qu He changed into the clothes prepared for the banquet at Zhuang Bie Yan: a simple T-shirt and pants, loose and comfortable, with a faint scent of cedar, a familiar smell that made her feel at ease.

She imagined the place where she would give a statement would be a dark interrogation room like in TV dramas, but when she arrived, she found it was just a small, brightly lit cubicle next to the police's office area.

Through the glass window, you can still see Zhuang Bieyan standing outside.

Gu Yu listened to the entire statement-taking process, and frowned slightly when she mentioned the perfume she smelled when she got into the car.

After the statement was taken, several police officers left one after another, leaving only Gu Yu and Qu He sitting facing each other.

The door was pushed open, and Zhuang Bieyan walked in, carrying a thermos cup.

He didn't say anything, but simply opened the cup, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of Qu He. A sweet aroma wafted out, warming her heart.

Gu Yu glanced at him and snorted, "You really think the Beicheng Police Station is your backyard?"

Zhuang Bieyan didn't respond to his comment. His gaze fell on Qu He's swollen lips, and the heartache in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Just then, a police officer jogged up to Gu Yu and whispered a few words in his ear.

Gu Yu's previously nonchalant gaze instantly darkened.

He paused, holding the cigarette butt, and looked at Zhuang Bieyan. "We received news from the hospital that Qiao Mian has woken up. She specifically requested to see Qu He and demanded that the entire meeting be broadcast live and recorded by reporters."

"Live broadcast?" Qu He subconsciously tightened her fingers and looked at Zhuang Bieyan.

Zhuang Bieyan grasped her hand, his eyes turning cold.

Gu Yu cursed, "That's bullshit."

He took the cigarette from his lips and stubbed it out in the ashtray next to him. "Tell her that the police have their own rules for handling cases, and she can't just do whatever she wants. We should reject such unreasonable demands outright."

Qu He has calmed down considerably, and the details that had been overlooked are gradually becoming clearer.

She looked at Gu Yu: "Officer Gu, I'm going to see her."

Gu Yu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "Have you thought it through? The news just came in that she just came out of the delivery room, and she lost the baby."

"Right now, the internet is full of news about you driving drunk and hitting a pregnant woman. If you go to see her now and something goes wrong on the live stream, the public opinion will destroy you."

"The baby was lost?"

Even though I was somewhat prepared, I still swayed when I heard the news. The glaring red flashed before my eyes again, and my stomach churned.

Zhuang Bieyan immediately helped her up and gently patted her back to comfort her.

Qu He bit her lip to clear her mind. After the nausea subsided, she looked at Gu Yu again, now calm. "Hiding won't solve anything."

Gu Yu looked at the resolute look in her eyes, clicked his tongue, and then turned to Zhuang Bieyan, his tone a mix of teasing and seriousness: "Aren't you going to stop her and let your wife make a scene?"

Zhuang Bieyan's gaze remained fixed on Qu He. Seeing her trying so hard to be strong, his heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

But he respected her choice, and simply held her hand tighter.

He looked at Gu Yu with absolute protectiveness: "If she wants to go, let her go. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up."

Qu He felt much more at ease after hearing these words. The two looked at each other, and a silent understanding flowed in the air.

Gu Yu rolled his eyes helplessly: "Fine, if you two are of one mind, you can break through anything."

Qu He looked at him, "Officer Gu, could you please do me a favor?"

...

Hospital, VIP ward floor.

The disinfectant has a strong, pungent odor.

Outside the VIP ward at the end of the corridor, two plainclothes police officers saw Gu Yu and immediately stood up to greet him.

Gu Yu pushed open the ward door, and Qu He and Zhuang Bieyan were behind him.

They were followed by five or six reporters, the same ones who had been the most outspoken at the police station entrance earlier.

At this moment, their cameras were already pointed at the ward.

Inside the ward, Qiao Mian lay weakly on the hospital bed, her face covered by a mask, revealing only her red, swollen, and tearful eyes.

Qian Zhaoye and his mother, Fu Ruyue, stayed by his bedside.

As soon as Fu Ruyue saw Qu He, she screamed and pounced on her: "Qu He, give me back my grandson! What sins has our Qian family committed to deserve such harm from you? You will pay with your life!"

The police officers nearby reacted quickly and immediately stepped forward to stop her.

Fu Ruyue continued to curse, and Qian Zhaoye quickly stepped forward to pull her away.

He looked at Qu He with a complicated expression, his eyes filled with pain and disappointment. "Ahe, why did you do this? The child is innocent."

Qu He couldn't be bothered to watch his hypocritical act.

At this moment, Zhuang Bieyan stepped forward and shielded Qu He behind him, looking at him coldly: "Mr. Qian, please watch your manners."

Qian Zhaoye was intimidated by Zhuang Bieyan's imposing manner and saw his protection of Qu He, and a strange sense of jealousy and resentment welled up in his heart.

He started spouting nonsense: "Mr. Zhuang, the one lying in the hospital bed right now is my wife! The one who died is my child! Who is to blame for all this? You're here to protect her, but who will protect us?"

His finger trembled as he pointed at Qu He.

They're putting on a pitiful act, all hypocritical.

As Qiao Mian lay in bed, watching Qian Zhaoye lose control, Zhuang Bieyan protect him, and the police's polite attitude towards Qu He, a sense of unease swept through her heart.

It seems that things are not going according to her plan.

But seeing those familiar faces of reporters put my mind at ease.

She spoke weakly, her voice fluttering, filled with grievance: "Officers, has the live broadcast started?"

A policewoman stepped forward and, in a formal manner, confirmed again: "Ms. Qiao, we'd like to confirm with you once again whether you intend to conduct the live stream in this state?"

Qiao Mian glanced at Qu He with resentment, tears streaming down her face.

She looked at the camera: "I'm sure my child can't just die like this! I want everyone to see, I want justice!"

The policewoman looked at Gu Yu, and he nodded.

The reporters immediately sprang into action, setting up their cameras and pointing them at Qiao Mian and Qu He, and the live broadcast officially began.

With red eyes, Qiao Mian stared straight at Qu He and began her accusation: "Qu He! You disregarded the law, drove under the influence of alcohol, caused an accident and injured people, causing me to lose my child. Why are you still standing here unharmed?"

Just because you have Zhuang Bieyan as your backer, does that give you the right to act with impunity? Today, in front of all the viewers of this live stream, you must give me, and my dead child, an explanation!

She spoke tearfully and vehemently, attempting to morally blackmail Qu He with public opinion.

Qu He listened quietly to her accusations and watched Qiao Mian's performance, her eyes growing colder and colder.

What kind of explanation do you want?

Qiao Mian was taken aback by her calm demeanor. After a moment of stunned silence, she cried out in grief and indignation, "All I want is justice! Fairness! Drunk driving caused an accident, a living, breathing human life! I am a mother who has lost my child, and all I want is justice for my child!"

She repeatedly emphasized "driving under the influence of alcohol and causing an accident," trying to firmly pin this label on Qu He.

Suppressed sobs filled the ward, and the live stream camera focused intently on Qu He's expression, with everyone waiting for her to break down or offer an explanation.

However, Qu He only slightly raised her chin.

“But I didn’t drink any alcohol last night,” she said softly, but her voice carried through the camera to every corner of the live stream, “So where did this talk of drunk driving come from?”