Qin Yuhe was the person Chen Siyan respected the most. Even if Chen Siyan were to lie to his own father, he would never lie to Qin Yuhe.
As long as Qin Yuhe asked, he would definitely tell the truth.
After he sent the honest reply, [Yes, yes, your wife is with me right now], to Qin Yuhe, the other party went completely silent.
Chen Siyan held his phone with both hands, staring at the screen without blinking, terrified that he might miss it when Boss Qin sent a message.
However, after waiting for a long time, no new message came from Qin Yuhe.
Chen Siyan was full of regret. Why did Boss Qin stop chatting with him?
Was it because he didn't perform well enough just now?
Honesty is a virtue, and he had already displayed this virtue to Qin Yuhe. Could it be that he hadn't displayed it thoroughly enough?
Unable to speak a few more words with Boss Qin, Chen Siyan let out a long sigh and put his phone back into his pocket.
Arriving at the general ward, Chen Siyan saw Song Xinya and Jian Yiyi setting up simple folding beds for companions.
He walked over carrying some things. You guys sit down and eat something, I'll handle this.
Song Xinya did not stand on ceremony. She was truly hungry right now, so she tore open a bag of bread and started eating.
She tore open another bag of bread and handed it to Jian Yiyi.
Song Xinya: Teacher Chen, what do you want to eat?
Chen Siyan: Pickled cabbage and beef instant noodles.
As Song Xinya tore open the packaging and got up to get hot water, Jian Yiyi had already walked over carrying a thermos.
She pulled out the stopper, poured the hot water, put all the seasoning packets in, and closed the lid of the instant noodle bowl.
Throughout the entire process, her movements were unhurried. With her head lowered, a wisp of loose hair hung over her cheek. Her eyes and brows were as soft as if soaked in warm water. Even a simple action like making instant noodles was a feast for the eyes when she did it.
After helping Chen Siyan make his noodles, she poured a cup of warm water for Song Xinya, and then sat quietly to the side, eating her bread in small bites.
She was a very well-behaved and sensible girl.
Sitting quietly in the corner without making a single sound, she looked like a still painting.
But Song Xinya's gaze would occasionally dart toward her, completely drawn in.
By the time the three of them finished eating, it was already 1:00 AM. They were truly exhausted, so they each lay down on the companion beds and fell asleep.
In the dead of night, a chill gradually crept in.
The hospital only provided companion beds, not blankets. Lying on the beds, the three people curled up their bodies in their sleep.
Suddenly, the ward door was pushed open, and someone wearing men's Air Jordan sneakers walked in.
He walked to Jian Yiyi's side. His lean and upright figure was like a green bamboo in a forest. He looked deeply at her, his eyes hiding a quiet, unspoken obsession.
He unfolded the blanket in his hands and gently draped it over her.
His eyes swept over the torn collar of her T-shirt.
He neatly folded the new T-shirt he had brought for her and placed it at the head of her bed.
Jin Ruizhi then walked over to Song Xinya and Chen Siyan, covering both of them with blankets as well.
After doing all this, he walked to the grandmother's hospital bed, lowered his head deeply, and muttered softly, I'm sorry.
The ward door was pulled open. Jin Ruizhi walked out and closed the door with light steps.
In the corridor, Zhang Yingying stood with her arms crossed, looking at him with an expression full of disdain.
Young Master Jin, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, endure the pain and injuries on your back, and run three streets just to buy blankets and clothes for Jian Yiyi. In the end, you don't say a word, silently leave the things, and walk away.
Young Master Jin, your method of pursuing a girl is all wrong. You should treat a girl well when she's awake, so she can actually see it.
If she can't see how good you are to her, then your efforts are just wasted.
Jin Ruizhi looked at Zhang Yingying and asked, Do you have a man you like?
Zhang Yingying: Yes, I do.
Jin Ruizhi: Did he marry you?
Zhang Yingying: No, he married another woman.
Jin Ruizhi: You're a failure in love. What gives you the right to teach me how to date?
The arrogance on Zhang Yingying's face completely vanished.
I... even though I couldn't marry the man I like, I have the experience of failure. The experience of failure is also important. If I teach you, it can save you from taking detours.
Jin Ruizhi: If the experience of failure is so important, why do you keep failing? The path you walk is crooked, so how can you teach me to walk a straight path?
He ignored Zhang Yingying and walked forward.
………
The sky turned from pitch black to being filled with myriads of rosy clouds as the sun rose.
The grandmother lying on the hospital bed woke up.
Jian Yiyi was overjoyed and quickly called the doctor over: My grandmother is awake, is she out of danger now?
The doctor ran various tests on the grandmother and then said, There are no major issues. She can be discharged today.
The heavy stone in Jian Yiyi's heart finally fell to the ground.
Song Xinya and Chen Siyan walked in, one carrying millet porridge, the other carrying steamed egg custard and meat buns.
The grandmother looked at the two of them curiously. Yiyi, who are they?
They are our, Jian Yiyi looked at Song Xinya and Chen Siyan and said, benefactors.
After Jian Yiyi told her grandmother about what happened last night, the grandmother repeatedly thanked Song Xinya and Chen Siyan.
Chen Siyan: Grandma, no need to thank us, hurry up and eat breakfast. Since you are well now, Teacher Song and I won't stay much longer. We'll head back after eating.
For us working folks, no matter what happened the night before, we still have to go to work the next day.
The three of them ate buns, egg custard, and millet porridge, while Chen Siyan slurped loudly from a bowl of pickled cabbage and beef instant noodles.
After the meal, having helped Jian Yiyi's grandmother with the discharge procedures, Song Xinya and Chen Siyan walked toward the outside of the hospital.
Chen Siyan lowered his head and sniffed himself. I got into a fight in an alley and haven't showered all night. I feel like a walking piece of pickled cabbage.
Song Xinya: You're marinated through and through. In the future, if anyone wants to eat pickled cabbage, they can just chop you up and throw you into a stew.
Chen Siyan: Please don't. I'm not the flesh of a holy monk; eating me won't give you immortality.
Turning his head to look at Song Xinya, Chen Siyan said, Do you smell? Let me sniff.
Saying that, he leaned in to sniff her, took a deep breath, and put on a cheeky expression. Smells great, Teacher Song, you smell really good.
Song Xinya slapped him in the face and pushed him away. Get lost.
The two walked to the hospital entrance and saw a police car.
A few people in police uniforms walked toward them. Song Xinya, Chen Siyan, someone reported to the police that you intentionally injured people last night. Now, both of you need to come with us.
Chen Siyan: Officer, you've got the wrong people. Song Xinya and I are outstanding, law-abiding citizens. How could we intentionally hurt anyone?
Three Floral Shirts walked out from behind. Officer, it was these two who intentionally beat us last night. We were just walking in the alley, minding our own business, and they just started hitting us.
The villains complained first, turning the tables to falsely accuse Song Xinya and Chen Siyan.
Chen Siyan actually laughed. Listen to yourselves, are you even speaking human words? There is no hatred or grudge without a cause. You were just walking nicely on the street, and we reached out to hit you? Are our hands really that itchy?
The three Floral Shirts said, "Some people are just born bad, born without a conscience, thinking about bullying others all day long."
Song Xinya replied, "That's right, we're talking about you three animals."
Chen Siyan laughed, "Hahahahahahahaha."
The three Floral Shirts were stunned by the insult.
One Floral Shirt immediately raised his arm, "Police officers, look, the two of them are still insulting people right in front of you."
Chen Siyan retorted, "Police officers, look, the three of them are raising their arms trying to hit people right in front of you."
The police officer commanded, "Quiet, both parties are coming with us to the police station."
Chen Siyan argued, "But I have to go to work! I have an appointment with a client today, a very important major client. Whether I can swap my Audi A8 for a Bentley this year depends entirely on this deal."
Song Xinya added, "You can't just take us to the station based on a few slanderous words from them, right? Do they have any proof that we intentionally hurt them?"
The three Floral Shirts sneered, "We actually do."
Pulling out a phone triumphantly, a Floral Shirt played a video.
In the video, Song Xinya and Chen Siyan had the Floral Shirts pinned to the ground, beating them up, with the air filled with the sounds of the Floral Shirts wailing and begging for mercy.
However, the part where the Floral Shirts bullied the grandmother and harassed Jian Yiyi was not recorded.
It was obvious that the video had been intentionally recorded this way.
As for who did it, Song Xinya could already guess.
The brilliance of this video was that it was real. It was an unedited, genuine video, and the events it recorded actually happened.
Last night, Song Xinya had checked the surroundings of the small alley. It was a dilapidated lane, rarely used by people, with no surveillance cameras installed.
This meant that this video had become the sole piece of evidence—evidence pointing to Song Xinya and Chen Siyan intentionally injuring others.
When Jian Yiyi and the grandmother heard about the incident, they rushed over immediately to testify for Song Xinya and Chen Siyan, stating that they weren't intentionally hurting anyone, but were acting bravely for a just cause.
However, they had no proof.
The three Floral Shirts flatly denied harassing Jian Yiyi and bullying the grandmother, refusing to admit to anything.
Furthermore, they submitted the evidence of Song Xinya and Chen Siyan's intentional injury to the police.
Song Xinya and Chen Siyan were taken to the police station.
Silver handcuffs were placed on both of their wrists.
Chen Siyan sighed, "We're so young, and we're already eating state-provided meals."
Song Xinya joked, "Eating imperial grain without having to work. In the past, only royalty and their relatives could enjoy such treatment."
Chen Siyan asked, "Should we open a bottle of champagne to celebrate?"
Song Xinya said, "Cheers."
The two clinked their cups, substituting water for wine.
Whoosh—a gust of draft blew through as the main door of the police station was pushed open with a brute, wild force.
"Sis!"
"Sister-in-law!"
Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan ran toward Song Xinya.
The two of them hugged Song Xinya tightly, one on the left and one on the right, their faces full of worry.
Song Tingye cried, "Ahhh, my sister, my dear sister, how did you end up getting yourself into the police station?"
Qin Yuyan urged, "Sister-in-law, let's quickly confess for leniency and avoid strict punishment. Just tell them everything and try to get a lighter sentence."
Chen Siyan cursed, "Son of a bitch! I did good deeds for a whole day and night, and I end up having to rot in jail. Is there any justice left in this world? Damn it!"
The three Floral Shirts opposite them gloated, "What good deeds? You really think you're some kind of great gods. The two of you intentionally injured us, and we've already handed the evidence over to the police officers. Even if the King of Heaven himself came, you'd still be guilty of intentional injury. Just wait to go to jail, losers."
Outside the police station, thick clouds gathered, and the sky turned dark.
Fine threads of rain slanted down densely, shrouding the entire world in a gloomy, gray darkness.
A distinguished black luxury car sped over and stopped at the entrance of the police station.
The car door opened, a black leather shoe stepped onto the ground, and a man stepped out holding a black, straight-handled umbrella.
The rain poured down, beating heavily against the umbrella with a continuous thudding sound.
The man wore a black haute couture suit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long legs, dark hair, and striking eyebrows. His skin was pale and cool, his aura aristocratic and frosty. With steady steps, he walked toward the police station.
The main door of the police station was pushed open.
Someone inside asked, "Sir, what business brings you here?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "To seek justice for my wife."
