Sun Jiming was waiting to see Song Xingyao and Fu Siming make a fool of themselves, completely unaware that the villa in the western suburbs had already been taken over by the police.
According to reports from the scene, Fu Siming was injured by a fire board and was taken to the hospital with Song Xingyao.
This news made him feel refreshed.
I just can't stand his overconfident attitude. Even if he wins the bid this time, if Tiansheng loses its backbone, there's still nothing they can do.
Thinking of this made him feel even better.
Just two hours after Zheng Zhonglai was arrested, Li Hao took Sun Xiaoxiao to the police station to give a statement and submit evidence.
Soon, the orphanage was taken over by the newcomers.
Sun Jiming realized something was wrong when he discovered he couldn't reach Zheng Zhonglai by phone, and sent someone to check.
The western suburbs have been cleared out long ago; all the children have been taken away by the police.
"Oh shit!"
Secretary Xia stood aside, trembling with fear, not daring to speak. This matter had truly blown up.
Sun Jiming made a phone call to his superiors and learned that someone had run out to report the incident to the police.
When his superiors called him back, their tone was vague.
Sun Jiming: "Director Han, just say it directly."
Director Han sighed, "Old Sun, how did you get involved in something like this?"
Only then did he realize that it was Sun Xiaoxiao who had insisted that he was the mastermind behind all these things.
Damn it, I've raised a dog that bites.
The other girls were simply under Zheng Zhonglai's direct control, so they naturally didn't know who their boss was.
Zheng Zhonglai was interrogated all night and barely uttered a single word.
Just when everyone thought there was no way to break through, someone brought news of Zheng Zhonglai's elderly mother.
After Zheng Zhonglai's father died, his mother lived alone in the countryside. Every month, Zheng Zhonglai would transfer 50,000 yuan to his elderly mother's account.
The veteran detective walked in with the documents in his hand and looked at Zheng Zhonglai in the interrogation chair.
“Zheng Zhonglai, I don’t know why you’re helping your superiors cover things up, but shouldn’t you think about your elderly mother?”
Upon hearing his words, his previously lifeless eyes softened slightly.
This reaction was caught by a seasoned detective.
"Are you worried about your mother being retaliated against? Or is your superior using your mother to threaten you?"
Zheng Zhonglai remained silent.
“We have already deployed special police to the area where your mother lives. Don’t worry, she will be fine.”
He raised his head, which had been hanging down, and looked at the police officer interrogating him.
"Of course, but you have to cooperate with our work." The veteran detective drawled out his words, giving him ample time to think.
"..."
After waiting patiently for a while, Zheng Zhonglai, sitting in the interrogation chair, slowly began to speak.
"It's him. You all knew about him a long time ago, didn't you? It's Sun Jiming, that famous minister."
Although the interrogating police officers were mentally prepared, they were still somewhat surprised when they heard the name from him.
"Since you know his identity and have been working for him for so long, have you left any evidence?"
"If I had left this evidence, would I still be sitting here?"
Zheng Zhonglai sneered, which displeased the interrogating police officers.
But what he said was true.
Whether it's the existing contact list from the investigation or alibis for various events, Sun Jiming has the most perfect proof.
After a night of interrogation, they were only able to find out the burial place of the girl who had died in the villa.
Almost no progress has been made.
Based solely on Sun Xiaoxiao's testimony, the entire incident has almost no connection to Sun Jiming.
Everyone was also at a loss.
Sun Xiaoxiao begged Li Hao for help so that she could meet Zheng Zhonglai.
When the two met in the interrogation room.
Zheng Zhonglai looked up and saw Sun Xiaoxiao. His tired face returned to its usual carefree smile.
Why are you here?
Against the light, he saw the whip marks on her body.
"Feel sorry."
Sun Xiaoxiao shook her head.
"Alright, get out. What's so interesting about a prisoner looking so pathetic?"
"Brother Zheng," Sun Xiaoxiao called him, mimicking the other girls, "thank you."
Then he turned and left the interrogation room.
He heard from Li Hao that Zheng Zhonglai would definitely be punished by law, and if his supplier could not be found in the end, he would have to bear all the consequences alone.
She followed the police to see the burial of Li Fang and the other girls who had lost their lives.
Only then did I realize that Zheng Zhonglai had secretly made nameless tombstones for them.
Tears streamed down her face helplessly. Had she ultimately failed to hold onto that man?
Li Hao took her back to his villa.
She's been wearing that same nightgown for the past few days, and the bruises on her body have even faded a bit, looking dark and even more eerie.
I prepared clean clothes for you. "You can stay here for now. The police may ask you to give a statement. Go wash up. I'll have the maid apply the medicine to you in a bit."
As she turned to leave, Sun Xiaoxiao instinctively grabbed his sleeve. "Thank you, Li Hao."
Li Hao didn't turn around, but walked out.
In the hospital, Song Xingyao sat up in shock from her hospital bed.
I found myself surrounded by blank, cold walls.
Suddenly, a child's voice rang out beside me, "Mommy, you're awake?"
"Oh dear, Madam, you're awake?"
Fu Xunzhi knelt beside her bed, and Qi Ma quickly pressed the call button.
Ye Si followed Jiang Man and her husband into the room.
As more and more people filled the room.
Song Xingyao asked, "Where is Fu Siming?"
After she finished asking her question, the room fell into a deathly silence.
Seeing no response, she asked again, "Where is Fu Siming?"
Her voice was so loud it startled Fu Xunzhi.
Jiang Man immediately stepped forward, "Yao Yao, you just woke up, you must be hungry, let me..."
He grabbed Jiang Man's arm, his voice trembling slightly, "Mom? Where's Fu Siming?"
"..." Jiang Man looked into her eyes.
The eyebrows droop, and the gaze is directed elsewhere.
She managed to speak in a hoarse voice, "He...he's still not awake..."
"Where is he? I need to see him!"
She quickly slipped on her slippers and ran outside.
"Yaoyao..."
She didn't turn around even when Fu Quan and Jiang Man called her from behind.
We stopped in front of the special care unit, where the man inside had tubes inserted all over his body.
His body was wrapped in thick bandages, and even his head was covered in bandage marks.
Yes chased after her and walked to her side.
Song Xingyao looked up at him, "Ye Si, he..."
"He was hit on the back of the head by a hot plate and suffered extensive burns on his back. He is still in the safe period."
She covered her mouth, barely able to breathe.
I remember someone calling my name when I was unconscious.
Fu Siming, why were you so foolish? Why did you rush to my side at such a dangerous time?
"Will he wake up?"
It's unclear whether she's asking a question or talking to herself, as if she wants a definite answer from the person next to her.
But surprisingly, Yes did not speak.
Yes placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's good that you're alright. He rushed into the fire to save you because he wanted you to be okay. Ah Ming will pull through."
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