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After walking a distance, Si Fuqing stopped and turned around, “You look constipated. What do you want to say?”

Pei Mengzhi: “…”

What kind ofdescription was that?

He struggled to find the words, only to squeeze out, “I just… think you’re different from the rumors.”

Having received her own compensation, Si Fuqing had the patience to listen, “What rumors?”

“On the internet,” Pei Mengzhi stammered, nervous. “They say you’re violent, have a bad temper, and steal equipment. But you were so kind to my grandmother today.”

“Oh,” Si Fuqing tilted her head, smiling. “I treat people differently. With someone like you, I can be quite violent. Do you want to try?”

Pei Mengzhi quickly backed away as he quickly responded, “Miss Si, I won’t escort you further. Take care!”

He was still afraid of getting beaten.

He only had his face to lose, which would be gone if he got hit.

Pei Mengzhi watched the girl ride away on her bike.

He touched his head and turned to go back home.

He had a strong premonition that, one day, Yu Yao would deeply regret his decision.

With the full force of the Xingting Law Firm, Zuo Qingya’s conviction was already a foregone conclusion.

The news officially announced the arrest of Zuo Qingya.

[Good riddance, she got what she deserved!]

[Zuo Qingya is in jail, waiting for the downfall of the Zuo family.]

[I still have to say, Si Fuqing is an ungrateful bastard! The Zuo family raised you for over a decade, have you forgotten? Without them, you’d be an orphan, struggling on the streets!

Yes, Zuo Qingya did some bad things to you, but did you have to retaliate by sending her to prison? Can’t you remember the past? You didn’t die or even get seriously hurt; was it necessary to be so aggressive?]

[I laughed. Being treated like that by the Zuo family is better than being homeless?]

[If the wound isn’t on your body, then keep your mouth shut!]

[Maybe the only good person in the Zuo family was Old Master Zuo, alas, he’s gone. Otherwise, he could have spoken for Si Fuqing.]

When notified of the verdict, Zuo Qingya couldn’t accept the outcome.

As the official documents hadn’t arrived, she was still in detention.

Though she received three meals a day, she had no appetite.

“I want to see Si Fuqing!” Zuo Qingya, disheveled and her face contorted, screamed, “How dare she do this to me! Isn’t she afraid of letting Grandpa rest in peace?!”

“Seeing Miss Si?” Ling Feng looked up, smiling slightly. “Do you think you deserve that privilege? Oh, right, I heard the Zuo family is still trying to pull strings in Sijiu City. But considering even the Yu family is protecting Miss Si, what family could possibly get you out now?”

Zuo Qingya’s eyes widened in disbelief, “That’s impossible! This can’t be true!”

If Si Fuqing had connections with the Yu family, how could Zuo Qingya have bullied her for so long?

The Yu family was the most powerful in Sijiu City, a hundred times more influential than the Zuo family.

“Nothing is impossible,” Ling Feng said indifferently. “Miss Si said you are the third one, and there are more to come.”

“So, Miss Zuo Qingya, please enjoy your last few days in detention. Soon you’ll be working in prison, sewing. Make sure to work hard.” Ling Feng gave a gesture of encourage, then left.

Zuo Qingya completely broke down.

She had lived a life of luxury since childhood and never imagined ending up in prison.

Could a person even survive in such a place?

Her head buzzed, and she slumped in the interrogation chair, drained of strength.

Outside, a young lawyer stretched, with his arms extended into the air. “Finally finished the first case. The Zuo family has been trying to pull strings, making things difficult for us in Lin City.”

“Now that it’s done, stop talking,” Ling Feng packed his bag. “Let’s go.” The young lawyer noticed a piece of paper on the table. “What’s that?”

“Oh, right,” a male officer recalled. “I think Miss Si left it yesterday. She didn’t take it, so it’s probably not important.”

The young lawyer glanced again. “Isn’t this a phone number from Muston?”

“Yes, it is,” the officer scratched his head. “It seems to be the number of the Duke of Muston, given by Miss Si.”

“The Duke of Muston?” The young lawyer laughed. “And I’m the king.”

Ling Feng coldly interjected, “Are you done?”

The young lawyer fell silent.

“Since it’s Miss Si’s, I’ll take it,” Ling Feng nodded. “You don’t need to bother.”

The officer was cheerful and replied, “Great, and please thank Miss Si for me.

The tea she gave me really worked!”

He had vomited blood last night, scaring his wife and daughter.

At the hospital, they found his old injuries had significantly healed.

It was a medical miracle.

The officer attributed it all to the tea Si Fuqing gave him.

The young lawyer rolled his eyes.

A tea curing chronic injuries seemed too good to be true.

In the past, the necessity for both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine was questioned.

It was truly an exaltation of Si Fuqing to the heavens.

Ling Feng chatted briefly with the officer before leaving the police station.

The young lawyer dialed the number on the note as they walked, “Sister Ling, I memorized the phone number.”

Ling Feng turned around with a frown, “What are you doing?”

“Just curious since it was left behind by Miss Si,” the young lavvyer said, shaking his phone. “It’s just a call, it can’t really be the Duke of Muston.” He still doubted the officer’s story about the tea.

Before Ling Feng could stop him, the young lawyer pressed the call button.

After two mechanical rings, the call was answered.

The young lawyer, slightly smug, whispered to Ling Feng, “See? I told you. The Duke of Muston is too busy to answer so quickly. Your phone is always full of missed calls when you’re busy.”

As he spoke, a deep, resonant male voice with a pure Western accent answered from the other end, “Hello?”