Song Hengjue was stunned and subconsciously turned to look at Yang Qingheng.
He finally managed to get a chance to spend time with her, and now he's going to the police station?
Yang Qingheng's heart softened under his gaze, and she said helplessly, "You should cooperate with their work."
"I don't want to go." Song Hengjue's thin lips pressed into a straight line as he gripped her fingers tightly, displaying a completely dependent demeanor.
"I'll ask you a few questions, but don't make it sound like a life-or-death situation." The policeman looked at Song Hengjue staring at Yang Qingheng with a sorrowful expression as if he were going to his execution, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.
Every day, even when I work overtime, I still feel jealous. He has no manners at all.
As Song Hengjue watched Yang Qingheng close the car door and the car disappear from sight, his expression suddenly changed. He turned around and gave the policeman a cold look: "Single dog, what do you know?"
"So what if you have a girlfriend?" The policeman laughed angrily, and roughly shoved him into the police car.
He then got into another police car behind him, and his serious face instantly froze as he looked at the couples and spouses outside.
...That seems a bit impressive?
Two hours later, Pan Zhen finally saw Song Hengjue come out of the interrogation room with two policemen.
His eyes darted around, and he didn't dare utter a word in the corner, afraid that Song Hengjue would hold him accountable for his report. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Song Hengjue go to another room. He took a quick step forward, excitedly grabbed the policeman's hand, and cried with snot and tears streaming down his face: "How was it, policeman? What did he say? Do you have any leads on that swindler?"
Pan Zhen's heart was bleeding. He was as happy as he was when he received Ms. Xu's order, and now he was devastated.
One hundred tons, that's one hundred tons of metal. If this batch of goods can't be sold, how will his company operate?
Especially after Qiao Xihe withdrew all of the company's working capital, he was hoping that this batch of goods would recoup his losses.
“It has nothing to do with her. I don’t know that Miss Xu you mentioned. We’ve lost contact a long time ago. On the contrary, it’s you who’s been in contact with her.” The policeman felt something was wrong, but Song Hengjue’s arguments were logical and convincing, so he couldn’t get any information out of him.
"You're police officers, how can you be so useless!" Pan Zhen's hopes were dashed, and he lost his temper, cursing loudly.
Seeing his arrogant demeanor, the policeman felt a surge of anger and gritted his teeth, swallowing his rage: "Sir, please explain clearly what you have lost?"
"I...I lost hundreds of tons of metal." Pan Zhen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and it took him a long time to stammer out his words.
The police officer coldly replied, "As far as I know, your metal has always been in your warehouse, and even if someone has extraordinary abilities, they cannot quietly move hundreds of tons of your metal away."
"You poor wretch, what kind of attitude is this? Believe me or not, I'll file a complaint against you." Pan Zhen belatedly realized that the man was mocking him.
The police officer who was being scolded turned cold upon hearing the complaint and ultimately did not refute it further.
The young and hot-tempered auxiliary police officer standing to the side was not so good-natured. He sneered and his clear voice rang out in the office: "They themselves said that their company is a fraud company. You still fell for it. Who can you blame?"
What?! A scam!
Pan Zhen's mind went blank, his vision went black, and he almost fainted.
He was completely fooled by that woman, and she made a joke of him.
Unexpectedly, he was blinded by profit and greed, and foolishly took the bait without a shred of suspicion!
He left the police station in a daze, the man in his fifties squatting on the street like a homeless person, wailing loudly.
It's over, it's all over.
Before the crying could stop, a bucket of water was poured over his head. A burly man rushed out, cursing, and kicked him in the back, sending him sprawling face-first to the ground, howling in pain.
"Damn it, where did this stinking beggar come from? Get lost! You're ruining my business, I'll kill you."
What does it taste like?
Pan Zhen was dizzy from the fall, and before he could react, he smelled a familiar strange odor on his body, like the smell of stinky feet.
My stomach churned violently, and I almost threw up my dinner from the night before.
Police station.
When Song Hengjue came out again, it was already 11 p.m. The streets were dark, and only a few restaurants were still open. A biting cold wind sneaked in through his sleeves, and he couldn't help but sneeze.
Perhaps it was the sight of the scene that stirred up emotions, causing all the bitterness in my heart to well up up, and my eyes to sting.
Yang Qingheng really stopped caring about him.
He got into the car that Fang Nan had driven up, looking completely lost.
"Where to?" Fang Nan glanced at the man in the back seat.
"A bar." Song Hengjue was in a bad mood and thought that having a drink would help him forget his troubles.
“Alcohol my ass. Yang Qingheng said you have to be taken home today and you’re not allowed to go anywhere else,” Fang Nan said, “especially not to bars.”
Song Hengjue shuddered as he recalled the trouble he caused at the bar last time, and how he had argued with Yang Qingheng when he got back, but he refused to back down: "Don't ask me anything, you talk too much nonsense."
Fang Nan secretly rolled his eyes, but kept saying, "The Qiao family is under investigation."
"What's going on?" Upon hearing the surname Qiao, Song Hengjue sat up straight.
"I heard that someone reported that Qiao Jiajun accepted bribes. The higher-ups took it very seriously and sent people down to investigate that very day. Qiao Jiajun is now under detention," Fang Nan said.
"Who reported this?" Song Hengjue's face darkened. The evidence he had painstakingly gathered had become worthless overnight. Anyone would be furious.
"He's just a junior employee, and I heard the evidence is conclusive." Otherwise, he wouldn't have the ability to shake Qiao Jiajun's position.
Damn it, Tang Bainian beat me to it.
Song Hengjue was so angry he almost vomited blood. The thought of that bastard Tang Bainian trying to curry favor with Yang Qingheng made him feel worse than if he were killed.
That damned vixen.
Fang Nan glanced at the rearview mirror and nodded. Only Tang Bainian, the deputy director, could have collected such complete evidence and arranged things so meticulously.
However... if word gets out that he betrayed his superior, his career will probably come to a standstill.
After all, everyone has their little tricks up their sleeves, and everyone is afraid of their dirty secrets being exposed by others.
Judging from this incident, Tang Bainian, the cheating man, did have some feelings for Yang Qingheng.
On the other side, Yang Qingheng received the news while on the road. After hanging up with Sun Rong, she looked at the brightly lit villa but didn't have the courage to step inside.
She had been reluctant to tell Tang Bainian about the kidnapping because she was afraid that such a thing would happen. Tang Bainian had worked so hard to get to where he was today, enjoying great success, and it would all be ruined because of her. In the eyes of Tang's father and Mu Huihe, she must have become a troublemaker.
Just then, the nanny opened the door, her expression noticeably more serious than usual.
Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat, her throat tightened, and without even greeting her, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to push open the door and go in.
"Mom and Dad, I'm home."
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