The next morning at 8:30, at the police station.
Captain Chen interrogated Shang Boyu again.
In just two days, short blue stubble had grown on his chin.
The peach blossom eyes that were originally warm and affectionate were now sunken, swollen and blue.
It was filled with spider-web-like red threads and a hint of dark shadow.
His shirt, which was always neat and tidy, was now wrinkled beyond recognition, and he looked completely exhausted.
In the past two days, he hardly closed his eyes, and he didn't dare to close his eyes.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Meng Sheng's haggard and desperate face would appear in his mind.
Just imagining her panic, helplessness and fear, he felt like there was a saw pulling at his heart.
And that kind of pain was as if the soul was completely swallowed up by the endless darkness.
A deep sense of powerlessness.
Especially now that it's the third day, he has no idea what Meng Sheng's current condition is.
He originally wanted to ask his attorney to help him look after Meng Sheng and Yu Qionghua, but this request was rejected by the police, who said that all suspects could not contact each other until the case was fully investigated.
At this moment, he was sitting dejectedly on the interrogation chair.
After waiting for about three or four minutes, Captain Chen and another male police officer walked in.
He raised his eyes, saw someone, and stood up anxiously to ask, "How long are you going to investigate? My lawyer has submitted the evidence. I really don't know anything about this matter. Why don't you let me go?!"
Seeing this, the police behind him quickly pushed him back into his seat.
"Mr. Shang, don't be anxious. Once the investigation is thorough, we will release him when the time is right." Captain Chen's voice was calm.
Even a bit indifferent.
Shang Boyu broke free from the hand of the policeman beside him, his pupils constricted, and his emotional collapse completely burst out.
"What about my wife? You can investigate me however you want. She is truly innocent. She knew nothing about organizing prostitution and was never involved in any business decision-making.
I deceived her into signing the share transfer contract after hiding the truth from her. It has nothing to do with her! How long are you going to keep her locked up? "
He was really worried about Meng Sheng.
I dare not even think about how scared she would be when she was alone in the darkness of the detention room at night.
These series of events would be a fatal blow and heavy loss to her.
He wanted to fly to her all the time, hold her in his arms, and gently comfort her anxiety and despair.
Captain Chen looked at him calmly and said in an unhurried voice, "The account books of Yueqifang clearly state that Meng Sheng has participated in the dividend distribution over the past year. How do you explain this?"
Shang Boyu's throat choked, as if it was choked by a mouthful of blood.
Breathing also became rapid.
What should he say?
Did he say that it was forced on Meng Sheng by his mother?
This would undoubtedly be a disguised way of pushing the mother into a deeper abyss.
But if he doesn't say it, Shengsheng will never be cleared of suspicion.
The police were obviously trying to take advantage of Meng Sheng's importance in his heart and extract a confession from him.
The confession of a biological son seems to be more convincing than that of others.
Captain Chen was not in a hurry either. He just crossed his legs and watched him struggling desperately in the bottomless swamp like an outsider.
Yu Qionghua and Meng Sheng were like people standing on the shore handing him ropes and sticks.
On one side is the mother who gave birth to him and raised him, and on the other side is the wife he loves most in this life.
No matter what he chooses, there will always be one person he abandons.
He clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and after a long while, he finally made a suffocating decision in his heart.
*
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Meng Sheng took a taxi back to the Yuexia Villa Community.
He had changed back into the clothes he was wearing when he was taken away the day before, and his hair was a little messy.
Although her beautiful and rich face had been roughly cared for for two days, her complexion had not fully recovered and she still looked pale and thin.
When Aunt Zhang saw her, she was very surprised. She hurried over and asked anxiously.
"Madam, you...you're back. Why do you look so haggard? How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Meng Sheng looked at her in amazement.
Aunt Zhang was the one Yu Qionghua assigned to take care of their daily life after she and Shang Boyu got married.
So, I have to act in front of her.
This way, when Shang Boyu comes back, she can describe the current scene to him in a more convincing way.
She seemed to be in a trance for a long time before she slowly reacted and held her hand nervously and eagerly.
A line of clear tears flowed from the empty eye sockets.
It was like I had been suppressing my emotions for a long time and finally found an opportunity to vent them.
Her lips trembled, her face looked confused and helpless as she tried to utter a complete sentence.
But there seemed to be a plug in her throat.
The sobbing sound was intermittent.
"What...what should I do? Aunt Zhang...Aunt Zhang, the police won't let me see him, won't let me see him...and won't let him go, what should I do? What should I...what should I do?"
Aunt Zhang had taken care of her for three years after all. Seeing her like this now, all she could feel was heartache.
She hurriedly supported her and comforted her, "Young Madam, don't worry. The young master will definitely have a way to deal with this matter. It will be fine. You have to believe him. In a few days, the young master will definitely come back to accompany you."
When Meng Sheng heard this, his restless heart urgently needed an answer, and he looked at her blankly.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. The young master loves you so much that he doesn't want you to worry about him at home. Don't think too much. Just stay at home and wait for him to come back."
Aunt Zhang comforted her while pulling her into the house, "Madam, let's go in and eat something first."
Meng Sheng was led by her to sit at the dining table. After a while, a servant brought a bowl of hot red dates and white fungus soup.
Aunt Zhang also made two of her favorite breakfasts.
She didn't eat in the morning, so she was a little hungry now.
But she still had to pretend to be weak and listless, so she shook her head weakly.
He pursed his lips and said, "I have no appetite."
Aunt Zhang advised gently, "Madam, you can't do this. Eat a little, otherwise your body won't be able to hold on. How distressed and self-blaming will the young master be when he comes back?"
When Meng Sheng heard this, there was some movement in his eyes. After a few seconds, he slowly took the spoon and started drinking the Tremella soup.
After the meal, Aunt Zhang took me upstairs to my room to rest.
"I have reorganized the things you and the young master brought back from the hospital and put them in the cloakroom."
The whole room was still clean and bright, but Meng Sheng didn't look at it for too long. His first glance fell on the shop transfer contracts on the coffee table.
My heart slowly calmed down.
He moved away calmly and nodded slightly in response.
After Aunt Zhang closed the door and left, she did not rush to touch the contract. Instead, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. After coming out, she made sure that there was nothing unusual.
Then he took photos of the two contracts and the transfer documents in full and sent them to Pei Sui.
Pei Sui didn't reply until about an hour later.
[You can sign, no problem.]
Meng Sheng asked one more question, "As long as I sign the contract, will the two shops officially become mine?"
Pei Sui: [Yes.]
After receiving this affirmative reply, Meng Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pen from the drawer, and signed the two words "Meng Sheng" on the documents one by one.
The regular script is still used.
Around two o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, she was still taking a nap in her room when Shang Boyu returned from the police station.
After talking to Aunt Zhang for a few words, he hurried upstairs.
When he opened the door, he walked lightly to the bed.
Looking at her pale and bloodless face, there was a thin layer of heartache in his eyes, but he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping person, so he didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.
Meng Sheng has always been a light sleeper, and he was wary of this environment.
When she felt a dark shadow covering her, she sat up suddenly like a frightened bird. She was stunned when she saw the blurry and slightly embarrassed outline in front of her.
My heart sank slightly.
Shang Boyu actually came back.
She thought she would have to wait until tomorrow to come back.
After a few seconds of silence, she came to her senses, pretended to be frightened, and took a few steps to the side, with an obvious cry in her fearful voice.
"Don't come over here, don't come over here, it's not me, I didn't, I didn't..."
Her frightened reaction was like a giant hand, fiercely squeezing Shang Boyu's internal organs.
At that moment, in this quiet house, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbreaking.
He quickly squatted down, stretched out his hand towards him, suppressed the trembling in his throat, and tried to make his hoarse voice less heavy.
"Shengsheng, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's me, I'm back."
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