Chapter 39: Calling the police to no avail
"What do you mean?"
As soon as these words were spoken, several policemen in the office spoke at the same time.
"What do you mean 'we don't want to investigate diligently'? We came here as soon as you called the police. Didn't we help you investigate?"
Pei Xingzhi stared at a policeman's computer: "The computer is not even turned on yet, what are you investigating? You came back from the hospital after checking the surveillance, and you are sitting here chatting and watching videos. May I ask who is investigating? Is chatting on WeChat and watching short videos also a way for you to investigate people?"
“…”
The policeman who had talked back was speechless in an instant, and the few people who were playing with their phones nearby also put their phones away silently.
"Forget it, stop talking." Qin Song sighed weakly and pulled Pei Xingzhi's arm.
Pei Xingzhi's whole body was tense and he was shaking with anger.
Qin Song pulled him behind him and apologized to the policemen in front of him: "I'm sorry, my husband didn't mean to question you, he was just too scared and couldn't control his emotions. The perpetrator killed the victim as soon as he arrived, and my husband was worried that he would do it again."
"I'm pregnant now, and I can't stand his revenge a second time."
"So, so I said we will try our best to investigate!" The standing policeman sounded a little lacking in confidence when he said this again.
Qin Song cooperated and said, "I know, thank you for your hard work."
The policeman turned sideways and waved at her: "Go back and wait for news. We will notify you as soon as there is any situation."
"Okay." Qin Song said no more. He grabbed Pei Xingzhi's hand and dragged him out of the office.
Pei Xingzhi bit his lips tightly. He didn't say a word from the time he came out of the police station to the time he got in the car.
"Don't be angry. We should have thought of this result the moment we decided to call the police." Qin Song was open-minded and could even comfort him with a smile.
He put his hands on the steering wheel, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged because of the force.
Qin Song turned his head to look at him, raised his hand and patted the back of his hand gently: "It's good that he's okay, don't be angry. Most people have to take the course of calling the police once."
"No." Pei Xingzhi disagreed. "The rich and powerful don't have to go."
"..." Qin Song was silent.
Pei Xingzhi took a deep breath, suddenly grabbed Qin Song's shoulders, pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
He hugged him so tightly that Qin Song even had difficulty breathing.
But she endured it quietly. She climbed onto Pei Xingzhi's shoulders and deepened the hug: "It's okay, we just need to be more careful in the future. It would be best if the 'result' they said really happens, but if not, that's okay too."
"We are all ordinary people, and this is all we can do."
"Qin Song." Pei Xingzhi pressed his chin against Qin Song's collarbone, and his nose rubbed Qin Song's neck intentionally or unintentionally while he spoke. "Don't worry, I will find the driver myself. If the police can't help me, I will do it myself."
"I won't let him go."
"Okay." Qin Song moved his palm up and rubbed the back of Pei Xingzhi's head twice, "I believe you."
Too many things happened today, and Pei Xingzhi's heart couldn't hold so many emotions. First it was Lu Yibai, and then this murderous car accident, he really couldn't keep his composure anymore.
He held Qin Song as if he were holding a life-saving straw and was unwilling to let go for a long time.
Qin Song didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only accompany him quietly and let him have someone to rely on.
The two of them were sitting in the car, their minds completely focused on each other, and they didn't notice at all that on the opposite side of the road, Qin Wushuang was leaning against a car, looking at them coldly.
…
On Monday, Qin Song officially started his customer service job.
Pei Xingzhi was afraid that he would affect her, so he hurried out after breakfast. Before leaving, he reminded her: "You can just do this job for fun. If you feel wronged or too tired, quit immediately. I can earn more than 10,000 yuan a month now, which is enough to support you and the child."
"Yeah." Qin Song handed the computer bag to him and smiled gently, "I know what I'm doing, don't worry."
Pei Xingzhi nodded: "Then I'll leave."
Qin Song: "Go ahead, be careful."
“…”
All the farewell words were said, but Pei Xingzhi was still standing at the door.
"...What's wrong?" Qin Song looked at him puzzledly, "Did you forget something, or do you have something to say?"
“…No.” Pei Xingzhi shook his head, his expression inexplicably unnatural, “No.”
Qin Song: "...then why don't you leave?"
After asking, she saw Pei Xingzhi staring at her face, and thought there was something on her face, so she reached out and touched her face: "Is my face not clean?"
Pei Xingzhi still shook his head: "Wash it clean."
Qin Song was even more confused: "Then why are you staring at me? Aren't you in a hurry to get to work?"
"I..." Pei Xingzhi pursed his lips, as if he was about to say something, "Can I..."
"Huh?" Qin Song widened his eyes.
Pei Xingzhi was conflicted for a long time, his meaningful gaze lingering on Qin Song's face. But in the end, he said, "...Nothing. I'm going to work. You take care of yourself at home. Call me if you have anything."
Qin Song: “…Ah?”
She was confused by Pei Xingzhi and had no idea what he was doing.
The door closed in front of her and she stood there for a while, thinking, but she couldn't think of anything.
"Forget it." She didn't make things difficult for herself and just assumed that Pei Xingzhi hadn't woken up yet.
The home customer service was just a cover. As soon as Pei Xingzhi left, Qin Song started drawing pictures with a tablet in broad daylight.
The three drawings sold to Jiang Mian needed to be improved in details, so she had to communicate with Jiang Mian while making revisions. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to drink water.
When Pei Lingxuan called, she was having a "heated discussion" with Jiang Mian about how many diamonds should be added to the necklace pendant.
"Hello?"
She picked up the phone, her tone unconsciously becoming a little aggressive.
"...Sister-in-law? What's wrong with you?" Pei Lingxuan was a little confused.
"...It's okay." Qin Song forced a smile while replying to Jiang Mian's WeChat message while talking to Pei Lingxuan, "What's wrong, Xiaoxuan? Is there something you want to talk about?" Pei Lingxuan went straight to the point: "Sister-in-law, I just went to interview with two companies. One company doesn't mind my identity and is willing to let me try out. As long as I work hard, I have hope of being retained!"
"Sister-in-law, I seem to have a job again!"
"Sure." Qin Song gritted his teeth, sometimes angry, sometimes laughing, "What's the name of that company? What does it do? Is it reliable?"
The background noise of Pei Lingxuan's speech was a bit noisy, and it sounded like she was making the call while standing on the roadside.
"The name of the company is Qiangsheng Design, and it does interior design and decoration. I searched online for reviews about the company and it seems pretty good. It should be reliable."
"Qiangsheng Design?" This name sounded familiar to Qin Song, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
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