The Li Fu'an couple, who had been searching the city for Li Yun'er, received a call from the police and went directly to the police station.
In the car, Li Fu'an and Zhao Ruolan fell into silence, each burdened with heavy thoughts.
"This whole thing is clearly Qing Mu Ye's doing."
Zhao Ruolan rested her elbow on the car window, propping up her head, and sighed, "No matter how foolish Yun'er is, she wouldn't do something so stupid when all eyes are on her."
"Her foolishness lies in offending Qing Mu Ye."
Li Fu'an was also helpless.
They both knew clearly that even if they knew Qing Mu Ye had plotted against Li Yun'er, they could only turn a blind eye.
Because Qing Mu Ye was doing all this for Meng Jingwei, and Meng Jingwei was their future young mistress.
Sacrificing a pawn to save the king was their only option.
Before long, the couple arrived at the police station.
In the detention room, the couple saw Li Yun'er.
Li Yun'er, her clothes disheveled, was squatting in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest, her head buried, lost in thought.
This scene pierced Zhao Ruolan's heart.
Her eyes reddened, and she immediately walked into the detention room, standing before Li Yun'er and calling out, "Yun'er?"
The call was soft, but Li Yun'er remained still, as if she hadn't heard.
"Yun'er, Mom... Mom is here."
Zhao Ruolan said again.
The still Li Yun'er finally slowly lifted her head. Her once bright eyes were now dim, and she merely looked coldly at Zhao Ruolan, stood up, and walked towards the exit of the detention room. She then bypassed Li Fu'an and the police officer beside him, like a walking corpse.
After being brought to the police station, Li Yun'er gradually regained her senses. Facing the police's questioning, she finally understood what had happened.
She was furious that she had once again fallen into Qing Mu Ye's scheme.
And it was all for Meng Jingwei!
Meng Jingwei!!!
After returning from the police station, the Li Fu'an couple tried to talk to Li Yun'er, but she remained silent.
When they got home, she locked herself in her room and did not come out again.
Somewhere in a basement.
In the narrow basement, once the door was closed, it was like pitch-black night, silent and devoid of light.
Xiao Cheng was tied to an iron chair, unable to struggle, like a fish on a chopping block.
Dada da—
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed. Xiao Cheng heard someone approaching. Then, the basement door was pushed open, and the person standing at the doorway fumbled for the light switch.
The light was extremely bright, causing Xiao Cheng to involuntarily close his eyes.
After a moment, having adjusted, he opened his eyes. Seeing the person standing before him, he tilted his head and gave a cold smile, "In the end, I'm your defeated opponent. I admit it."
From the moment Xiao Cheng saw Meng Jingwei bleeding profusely and fainting from weakness, he had immediately told the driver to turn the car around and take Meng Jingwei to the hospital.
At that time, he had already foreseen the outcome.
Therefore, being captured was not unexpected.
*Pa da—*
Qing Mu Ye pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and placed it between his lips. He took a puff, exhaling a faint stream of smoke.
The swirling smoke made his face appear indistinct, but he was heard to say, "You have guts!"
"Heh heh... Don't say that. I'm just a defeated opponent."
Xiao Cheng gave a self-deprecating laugh, as if he had resigned himself to fate.
"I warned you long ago not to lay a hand on Ah Wei, but you always took my words as wind." Qing Mu Ye stood tall, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a cigarette, flicking the ash. "However, I also admire you. You made a choice between yourself and Ah Wei, saving her life. Therefore, I won't kill you."
To him, Meng Jingwei was very important.
In that critical moment, Xiao Cheng knew that bringing Meng Jingwei back would lead to his capture, yet he resolutely took Meng Jingwei to the hospital.
Based on this alone, Qing Mu Ye had no reason to kill Xiao Cheng.
"You... won't kill me?"
Xiao Cheng frowned slightly, looking somewhat surprised.
He knew too well how ruthless Qing Mu Ye was and that he would retaliate for any offense.
Qing Mu Ye intended to spare him, even though Xiao Cheng had kidnapped Meng Jingwei, indirectly causing her to nearly die?
Xiao Cheng keenly sensed a dangerous aura.
"Bring him out."
Qing Mu Ye instructed the person behind him.
Two bodyguards stepped forward, unlocked the chair fixed to the ground, and carried the chair out of the basement.
In the spacious underground garage, more than a dozen strong bodyguards were lined up. On the ground, Xiao Meiyan, bound and gagged, knelt.
"Wuwuwu..."
When Xiao Meiyan saw Xiao Cheng, she began to wail incessantly. All the words she wanted to say turned into "wu" sounds, and her cries were unintelligible.
At that moment, Xiao Cheng's heart lurched, and his face instantly turned pale. "Qing Mu Ye, what the hell are you trying to do?"
The man, with his cool and arrogant demeanor, slightly turned his head. His stunningly handsome face curved into a slight arc. "Why are you so nervous? We're just playing with what you and your sister have left behind."
Xiao Cheng, who had been relatively calm moments ago, stood up with the chair on his back. But before he could rush towards Qing Mu Ye, several bodyguards firmly pressed down on the chair, rendering him immobile.
A subordinate brought over a chair, and Qing Mu Ye leisurely sat down, crossing his legs and leaning back. His cold eyes fixed on the scene about ten meters away.
With a slight raise of his hand, he signaled. Two bodyguards stepped forward, untied the ropes binding Xiao Meiyan's legs, and then with a rip, her clothes were instantly torn into rags and discarded.
"Wuwuwu..."
Xiao Meiyan's pupils widened, and she struggled incessantly, but she was firmly restrained by the bodyguards and couldn't break free.
The bodyguards brought over a chair and made her lie on it like a dog. Xiao Meiyan refused, and in response, she received several loud slaps, followed by being forcibly pressed onto the chair, her hair being pulled...
The scene before them was like a live broadcast of a Japanese adult film.
Xiao Cheng had no interest in watching. He struggled with all his might, shouting curses, "Qing Mu Ye, you bastard, let go of my sister! If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one. What kind of ability do you have to attack a woman?"
"You scoundrel, damn it, let my sister go!"
"Stop it! Touch my sister again, and I'll kill you."
"Don't touch her, don't touch her!"
...
Xiao Cheng roared hysterically, struggling. The iron chair scraped against the ground with a grating sound, incredibly harsh to the ears.
"Noisy."
Qing Mu Ye lowered his head, fiddling with his phone, and raised a hand to his ear, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face.
Song Jun, standing beside him, gave a look to the bodyguard next to Xiao Cheng. In the next moment, a bloodcurdling scream like that of a slaughtered pig was heard.
"Ugh... Ah... Qing... Qing Mu Ye, if you have the guts, come at me. You're nothing if you touch my sister!"
Xiao Cheng's knee was viciously stabbed. Blood instantly gushed out, flowing down his pant leg. In a short while, a pool of crimson blood stained the ground.
"Oh?"
Qing Mu Ye raised his eyebrows. "Come at me?"
He chuckled with interest. "As expected of a good brother who dotes on his sister. Since you wish to bear it for Xiao Meiyan, if I don't fulfill your wish, wouldn't I be a sinner?"
Xiao Cheng, who had been cursing Qing Mu Ye, turned as pale as paper upon hearing this.