Chapter 43 "Xia Mian, Go Home".
The next second, a photo of Xia Mian being taken away by the police in handcuffs was posted online.
The incident quickly escalated and became a trending topic.
Ah... yet another lawbreaker.
I had just developed a liking for him because of his performance in "Infinite" a few days ago, but his reputation has collapsed in the blink of an eye.
Excuse me, theft? Compared to domestic violence and infidelity, this is a real crime!
[Holy crap, the rich kid's going to use the sewing machine!]
[Creating a false image of a rich young master, clinging to sugar daddies, stealing—this is the first time a long-time fan has seen such a depraved artist in the entertainment industry.]
[When he flaunted his big gold chain and watch before and it was exposed as fake, I thought he was too vain and would definitely get into trouble. I didn't expect it to actually go in the direction I guessed.]
With that face, he could make a fortune selling himself, why would he bother with petty theft? Besides, doesn't he have a sugar daddy? He can just ask his sugar daddy for money.
[This is no petty theft. It's said that the brooch Zhu Ziqi lost was borrowed from the brand for an event. It's usually kept in an exhibition hall and is the only one of its kind in the world. Its market value has already reached over ten million RMB. Otherwise, it definitely wouldn't have caused such a big fuss.]
[Over ten million, wow, this time that rich kid's going to rot in jail, right?]
[I'm not saying anything more, I'm unfollowing. Every fan I follow collapses; I'm simply not worthy of their support!]
Of course, there are also those who are not swayed by public opinion and speak up for Xia Mian:
[The police haven't even issued a statement yet; he's just a suspect. How could he be directly convicted of theft by the online court?]
However, compared to rational netizens, there were far more people who enjoyed watching the drama unfold. Moreover, Xia Mian had always presented a negative image. After the photos were released, almost no one believed him; the outcry was overwhelmingly one of condemnation and criticism.
As a result, those comments telling everyone to wait for the police's notification were completely drowned out by the spittle and could no longer be seen.
At 3 PM that afternoon, Xia Mian topped the trending search list. Netizens mocked her, saying things like, "Sorry to get to know you this way."
At 3:30 p.m. that day, the first group of paparazzi returned from the front lines. They had obtained Xia Mian's recent itinerary through various means, especially today's—he had just stolen something and then immediately went to various luxury car dealerships to look at cars; the speed at which he sold the stolen goods was simply outrageous.
Ten minutes later, thanks to the paparazzi's revelations, the hashtag #SummerSleep,BurningHouse# immediately surged to the top of the trending searches.
Meanwhile, Xia Mian had already cooperated with the police to complete all the evidence collection procedures and was leaning against the wall of the detention center.
Even when imprisoned, his back remained straight, his posture elegant, and his eyes clear.
The officer looked at him, his expression complex.
Having dealt with criminals for so many years, his ability to judge people was unparalleled. After the conversation just now, he could tell that this young man was not someone who would break the law.
But the girl who reported the case insisted it was him, and the amount involved was too large, so they had to bring him back for investigation. That's the procedure, there was no other way.
"Officer, may I ask you a question?" the boy suddenly asked.
"Can."
"Why me?" There were so many people there.
"Because during the time of the theft, the surveillance footage only captured you entering and leaving the victim's room."
Oh, it seems to be the night the production team had dinner and he escorted Zhu Ziqi back to his room.
Ironically, in order to avoid suspicion, he made a point of checking for cameras and deliberately didn't let Zhu Ziqi close the door, only to end up doing all the work for someone else.
Summer hibernation's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
The inevitable events, no matter how much you try to avoid them, will still happen.
“Xia Mian,” the police officer interrupted his thoughts, “your father’s phone number is not in service, can you get through to your mother’s?”
According to relevant laws and regulations, after a person is detained, the public security authorities shall notify the family members of the detainee within 24 hours.
"No!" Xia Mian immediately retorted, "My parents can't know about this."
According to the plot, the Xia family will be completely disappointed in him because of this scandal, leaving him to fall on hard times and be killed by Zhou Pingchuan without anyone taking responsibility.
He absolutely would not allow this to happen.
The officer frowned: "Then who should I contact?"
Aside from the Xia family, the only person who can be considered a family member is Zhou Pingchuan.
Knowing Zhou Pingchuan's personality, he definitely wouldn't interfere in his affairs, which is fine, to avoid any unnecessary complications. Xia Mian said, "Let me inform my fiancé, his phone number is 13..."
The officer poured him a glass of water and left. Xia Mian wasn't in a hurry to ask about the progress, because if no evidence was found by the deadline, the police would naturally release him.
He closed his eyes, wanting to continue resting, but it wasn't comfortable here and he couldn't sleep, so he simply stood up, stretched his limbs, and waited for news of his release.
About half an hour later, someone suddenly called out from the door: "Xia Mian, your family has come to pick you up. You can leave now."
"Who?" Xia Mian paused, "Family members?"
"Your fiancé."
...Zhou Pingchuan?
No, that can't be it. Zhou Pingchuan wouldn't have time to deal with him. He probably got a call from the police station, felt embarrassed, and sent his assistant to handle this mess.
However, being able to get out is definitely better than being stuck in the station. Xia Mian straightened the wrinkles in her clothes and followed the police officer out of the detention cell.
Then I saw a man standing not far away, leaning on a cane made of antlers.
He remained indifferent, wearing his usual black gloves. Two middle-aged men stood on either side of him, their faces serious and dignified, exuding a strong sense of authority even in casual clothes.
The man on the left was talking to Zhou Pingchuan, while the man on the right occasionally chimed in; the three were having a pleasant conversation. Xia Mian stared at them blankly, unsure whether what she was seeing was reality or a dream.
At that moment, the man noticed him coming out, turned his head, and glanced at him.
He said calmly, "Xia Mian, go home."
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