Seeing the brothers' disheveled appearance, Song Mian sneered and decisively said, "That's right, officer, these are the two who extorted money from me."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Song Jinyan turned around and saw Song Mian.
In stark contrast to his disheveled and filthy appearance, Song Mian wore a smile and exuded an air of superiority. Her aloof demeanor made her appear incredibly noble, and the way she looked at Song Jinyan seemed more like she was looking at a lowly and pitiful worm.
"Song Jinyan, you stole so much money from me, how come you still seem to be living such a miserable life?"
Song Jinyan trembled violently and lunged at Song Mian as if he had gone mad.
"Song Mian, you bitch, what have you done? That 600,000 yuan is my money, give it back to me!" Song Jinyan said as two policemen slammed him onto the table.
"You're saying that's your money?" Song Mian looked at Song Jinyan's bloodshot eyes, then suddenly reached out and pinched her waist hard.
After pinching herself until her eyes were brimming with tears, Song Mian finally whispered, "Song Jinyan, I'm begging you, can you please stop doing this? Have you forgotten what our parents told us when they died? I don't ask you to treat me like an older sister, nor do I ask you to be filial to Grandma. But at least don't keep causing so many problems like this. I really can't take it anymore."
"You're faking it! You're still faking it!" Song Jinyan practically wanted to rush up and tear Song Mian apart alive.
“Song Jinyan, the police have already checked the surveillance footage. The footage clearly shows that you and Song Yuan robbed me of my money. I recorded the whole thing, from when you gave me the bank card to when you took the 300,000 yuan from the card. It can prove that everything I said is true. So why are you challenging me here?”
Song Mian sighed heavily, her eyes filled with deep helplessness as she looked at Song Jinyan.
After hearing Song Mian's words, Song Jinyan felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body, leaving him completely at a loss for how to react.
Meanwhile, Song Mian continued her act: "Song Jinyan, just listen to my advice, you and Song Yuan should return that 600,000. If you're willing to return it, I can let bygones be bygones for what happened in the past."
"Song Mian, are you crazy! You clearly took all that money!" Song Jinyan was on the verge of a breakdown, saying to the police, "Officer, I'm telling the truth! Please investigate Song Mian thoroughly!"
“Of course I’m willing to accept the investigation. I have a clear conscience. Song Jinyan, you keep saying that I took the money, so tell me, where did I put the money?” Song Mian tilted her head and stared at Song Jinyan deliberately as she asked.
Song Jinyan was speechless, as if he had been struck on a pressure point.
He knew perfectly well where Song Mian had put the money.
Song Mian gave all her money to that old ghost.
But if you can find that old ghost, who can get all the money back from him?
The answer is obvious: no one can do something so incredible.
Song Yuan realized this as well. He stared at Song Mian, his voice trembling with excitement: "You, you did this on purpose... Song Mian, you designed all of this on purpose!"
Song Mian tilted her head innocently: "I don't understand what you mean. If you say I did it on purpose, then you should at least provide evidence. As long as you can find that 600,000 on me, I will not struggle and will let you do whatever you want with me."
Song Mian's words caused Song Jinyan and Song Yuan to completely break down.
They can't prove anything!
"Judging from your appearance, it seems you can't prove anything. Mr. Song, if you have any excuses you want to use, you can say them. We will do our best to cooperate with the investigation," one of the officers said in a businesslike manner.
Song Jinyan then came to his senses and hurriedly said, "There is another person who can prove our innocence! It is Qi Yefeng from the Qi family, who was so fond of finding antiques worth hundreds of millions in his own backyard. He was also Song Mian's accomplice and helped Song Mian steal the 600,000."
“Song Jinyan, what you’re saying is going too far. I know you don’t want to return the 600,000, but you shouldn’t say something so outrageous. Ye Feng and I are indeed good friends, but Ye Feng is the president of a large corporation with a net worth of over 100 million. Would he really help me commit a crime for a mere 600,000?” Song Mian said to Song Jinyan with disappointment.
Her expression was impeccable, and she genuinely felt that Song Jinyan was an idiot.
Under normal circumstances, if Song Jinyan had any sense at all, he wouldn't have said such stupid things.
However, this also shows that Song Jinyan is truly desperate and will try anything.
In stark contrast to Song Mian's calm demeanor, Song Jinyan seemed to have all his strength drained away, clearly realizing that they had been tricked by Song Mian from the very beginning.
Everything that happened today was actually under Song Mian's control, and they were nothing more than two laughable clowns in front of Song Mian.
"Six hundred thousand? After I lost six hundred thousand, am I supposed to compensate you with another six hundred thousand? Why, why! This is not fair!" After realizing that there was no way to turn the tide, Song Jinyan lost all his strength and fainted.
Song Yuan was already at a loss, and seeing Song Jinyan faint, he became even more panicked. He raised his hand and slapped Song Jinyan several times: "Song Jinyan, what's the meaning of you fainting at a time like this? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to suffer so much. Wake up!!"
Unfortunately, Song Yuan failed to wake Song Jinyan. Song Mian, on the other hand, had lost interest in watching the farce and left with the help of the police.
Everyone at the police station sympathized with Song Mian's situation and told her she could go home and wait, and they would definitely notify her as soon as they had news.
After thanking him, Song Mian told Qi Yefeng the location of Chief Ling Jiao's residence.
Chief Ling Jiao lives in a small alley in the city center. Most of the houses here are traditional courtyard houses that have been built over time. They look simple, but in reality, unless you are an older generation who lived in the city center, it is very difficult for ordinary people to buy property here, even if they have the money.
Upon arriving at Chief Ling Jiao's door and knocking, Song Mian quickly heard a response coming from inside the ancient vermilion gate.
"They've arrived." An old woman came to the door, her smile kind. She paused slightly when she saw Song Mian.
As Song Mian was pondering how to introduce herself, she saw the old woman give her a bright smile.
"Are you Song Mian, Miss Song?" The old woman asked, her eyes filled with joy as she looked Song Mian up and down.
Looking at the old woman's kind face, Song Mian subconsciously thought of her own grandmother.
The old woman and grandmother not only looked to be of similar age, but they also exuded an innate gentleness that softened Song Mian's heart, making her want to get closer to them.
"Yes, I am Song Mian. Sir, do you know me?" Song Mian carefully observed the old man in front of her and was quite certain that this was the first time she had met him.
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