n a small, rundown shop in an alleyway sipping congee, he exudes a certain grace, making it feel like dining at a Michelin-starred restaurant.A young master raised in a wealthy and noble family, with...Huo Mingzheng's eyes were cold, "You're changing the subject. Is that how you make confessions"

This is a tactic used in investigations, intentionally creating loopholes to make suspects feel insecure and fall into the trap. The police, intimidated by Huo Mingzheng's pressure, changed their statement: "You did make the first move against Miss Li, didn't you"

"Fu Yan spoke in a calm and cold voice, "I went to the airport to arrest her because she planned a car accident that left my friend, who is also a national fencer named Ji Lin, lying in a hospital bed in a coma. The police will know if you don't believe me, just ask Mr. Huo here."

She spoke clearly, logically, and it was hard not to believe her.

The policeman glanced at Huo Mingzheng, whose eyes were deep and enigmatic.

He had heard about Ji Lin's car accident, but the matter was still under investigation and it wasn't his concern.

Just as he was torn between asking or not asking Huo Mingzheng, Huo Mingzheng's gaze lingered on Fu Yan's profile, his expression obscure and difficult to read, "It wasn't Li Qin, it was someone else."

A mocking curve played at the corner of Fu Yan's lips, catching Huo Mingzheng's gaze.

How could he not know that she was trying to get him to admit that he lied to her

But she never trusted him again.

Fu Yan told the police: "Officer, I've said everything there is to say."

The police officer nodded. "Ms. Fu, there were witnesses at the scene who saw you stab Ms. Li, and the airport surveillance cameras also captured it. There are fingerprints of both yours and Ms. Li's on the knife. Ms. Li is currently in critical condition and hasn't recovered yet. Until things are clarified, you may have to stay here tonight."

Fu Yan placed her hand on her leg, curling it slightly. She nodded.

He stepped forward, blocking her path with one hand. His tall frame seemed like an impenetrable wall of copper.

"I want to apply for bail pending trial."

"I refuse," Fu Yan said coldly.

Ho Mingzheng's face darkened as he grasped her wrist, "Yan Yan, don't be reckless."

Given her physical condition, she shouldn't be staying in this kind of place at all. She should be angry; it's not right to joke around with her own body.

"About the car accident involving Ji Lin, I concealed the truth from you. I said that someone else planned the accident, and it wasn't a lie."

Fu Yan's nose tingled with a sour feeling. “Alright, then I ask you, is Ji Lin's car accident related to Li Qin Besides trying to expose the mastermind behind it by sending her abroad, isn't there also a thought in your mind to let her off easy because of the Huo family”

Huo Mingzheng stared silently at her eyes, the complex emotions in his eyes stinging Fu Yan's.

"Your Huo family owes her, so why should Ji Lin pay the price"

Fu Yan forcefully shook off Huo Mingzheng's hand and brushed past him, like a movie scene played in slow motion.

"Don't appear before me again." Fu Yan didn't even turn her head.

In the evening, a Phantom stopped at the police station. A tall man got out of the car and strode quickly up the stairs.

The detention cell environment was poor, with a lot of noise around. Although it was dry, it became very gloomy in the evening. The bed had clean and soft bedding that Huo Mingzheng had asked someone to prepare.

Fu Yan sat in the corner all afternoon without moving.

Not until the police called her name did she raise her head. A dim light flickered, and a man emerged from the shadows. Behind his frameless lenses, a pair of calm and introspective eyes gave off a sense of tranquility.

"Pay for rouge."

In the evening, Huo Mingzheng returned to the police station with a takeout bowl of porridge from Wang Ji.

As soon as he reached the door of the detention room, he saw Fu Hanlin sitting opposite Fu Yan. There was a lunchbox on the table, with some snacks in front of Fu Yan.

And she sat across from Fu Hanlin, and when she ate, a strand of hair fell over her face. Fu Hanlin reached out and tucked it behind her ear. "Ah, good sir," the housekeeper turned and walked towards the back kitchen.I don't know if he overthought it.Young Master Ming is always considerate of his grandfather and is the grandson he loves th...