After divorcing the mute girl, President Gu knelt down and begged for reconciliation.

Chapter 74 Checking Her Address
The police officers, who were watching the video together, suddenly said something like this.

Song Jin'an typed on her phone and then played it back as a voice message: "She likes my husband, is that reason enough?"

She can be sarcastic or ironic when she speaks, like she is now.

The police officers surrounding them on the case looked like they'd just stumbled upon some juicy gossip. Even though they were public servants, they still had a gossipy heart.

The police officer coughed twice before speaking again: "At this point in the case, we cannot definitively classify it. We can make some bold inferences, though. The victim deliberately created this illusion, and he stabbed himself in the two wounds."

Another policewoman standing nearby said thoughtfully, "While we can make that guess, we don't have a breakthrough."

"If the victim were dead, a forensic doctor could dissect the body to examine the muscle texture and determine whether the victim committed the act themselves." But since the victim is still alive, a forensic autopsy cannot be performed.

"Then go ask the surgeon," another policeman said.

The lead police officer shook his head: "Surgeons can't tell the difference; after all, each has their own area of ​​expertise."

Song Jin'an found it quite unbelievable that these police officers would say such things in front of her, a "criminal suspect."

An awkward silence fell over the room. Everyone felt the situation was very complicated. Song Jin'an was in a very unfavorable position. If public opinion intensified and the higher-ups were overwhelmed, the case could very well be decided that Song Jin'an was the murderer in the attempted murder.

The police officers didn't want to do this, but they were afraid they wouldn't be able to handle the situation and would need a scapegoat.

What surprised the police was that although Mrs. Gu was mute and reportedly uneducated, she seemed to have the air of a well-bred lady, both in her face and her speech, and was not as vulnerable as people online had described.

Song Jin'an went home after being routinely questioned.

However, by this time, rumors had already started circulating online. Her phone screen suddenly popped up with news about Su Ruoya's serious injuries, along with photos of her being taken to the hospital in an ambulance.

Su Ruoya already had a considerable number of fans. Although she came from an opera background and shouldn't have many young fans, she was still popular with older girls because of her beauty, social status, and good looks.

Therefore, it caused a huge uproar in the fan community. Originally, they didn't have any pictures, so it shouldn't have caused any trouble.

But the rich young men and women of Haicheng, undoubtedly wanting to give this opportunity a boost, anonymously released the slightly blurred photos, which immediately went viral.

Moreover, the media that had been suppressed were now fearlessly rushing to report on it, and suddenly the hashtag for Song Jin'an exploded, with countless hashtags criticizing her.

She really wasn't in the mood to take the car back, so she asked the driver to stop halfway and walked back to quell her anger.

After walking for a while, a car suddenly stopped in front of her, and Jiang Ciyu stuck her head out of the car window: "What are you doing here?"

This was a genuine chance encounter. Jiang Ciyu was on her way to the company when she unexpectedly saw a woman on the roadside who looked a lot like Song Jin'an. At first, she didn't think it was her, since she had been living in dire straits lately and wouldn't have had time to come out.

Song Jin'an glanced at him, but didn't say anything, her mood somewhat downcast.

"Get in the car, let's talk." Jiang Ciyu opened the car door.

“It’s very sunny now, you’ll get heatstroke if you stand outside.” He said again, and Song Jin’an thought for a moment before sitting down.

In the car, Song Jin'an didn't want to talk and just quietly looked out the window. After a while, Jiang Ciyu pulled the car over and took the initiative to say, "I heard that things aren't going well for you here."

Song Jin'an gestured with his hands several times.

—Who told you that?
Jiang Ciyu nodded, raised his hand and played the radio. The words of Su Ruoya and Song Jin'an came through: "The news said that the lawyer estimates that you will face at least three years in prison."

Song Jin'an: "..." Just as she was about to raise her hand to gesture again, she heard Jiang Ciyu say lightly, "But I believe in you."

Song Jin'an was stunned. She looked at Jiang Ciyu with a look of shock in her eyes. She hadn't expected that the only person who believed in her would be him.

His throat tightened, and he turned to look out the car window, saying nothing more.

Jiang Ciyu spoke up again, continuing, "Being defeated at the very beginning, this isn't the Song Jin'an I know."

Song Jin'an raised his hand and gestured again.

--I don't.

But then he gave a self-deprecating smile, his gaze vacant, as if this was the only moment he felt at ease.

Jiang Ciyu looked at her and said, "Instead of giving up on yourself, you should take the initiative to find evidence."

But Song Jin'an and the police had searched everywhere they could, and there were no loopholes; it seemed like a flawless case.

"Try to spend less time online and watch less TV during this period," he kindly reminded her.

Song Jin'an nodded.

--Thanks.

Su Ruoya is a celebrity, and many of her die-hard fans will tear people apart for their idol. The things they say and the methods they use are beyond what Song Jin'an can bear. It's better to turn a deaf ear to them; that's the smart thing to do.

However, everyone underestimated the social pressure created by the fan community. The hashtag "Song Jin'an is a murderer" remained on the trending topics list for several days, and even mainstream news media reported on the case. As a result, the police were under heavy pressure from public opinion, who said they were useless, that the murderer was right in front of them and the evidence chain was so complete, yet they still hadn't been arrested.

No matter how powerful a person is, no one can truly remain unscathed when they see netizens turning against them.

Song Jin'an's hands were shaking, and she couldn't hold her phone properly, so it fell to the ground. Just as she was about to bend down to pick it up, a hand with distinct knuckles handed her the phone: "Don't look at it anymore."

Gu Xijue looked at her expressionlessly, his face stern, and said nothing more.

Song Jin'an pursed her lips. She knew the man in front of her wouldn't believe her, so she simply remained silent, though her heart was clenched with a deep ache.

The two remained silent for a moment, when suddenly Wei Zhou's voice came from afar: "President Gu, there's news!"

“Among the comments condemning the wife across the internet…” Wei Zhou hadn’t finished speaking when Gu Xijue interrupted him: “Go outside and talk.”

Wei Zhou was taken aback. He couldn't let his wife know about this.
But this is good news...

Song Jin'an was somewhat dazed and didn't hear what Wei Zhou was saying.

Outside the door, Wei Zhou continued, "In a short video on a mainstream media outlet, an IP address left a message on a private account in Haicheng, saying that she was there at the time and that Ms. Su directed and acted the whole thing herself."

Many people use this kind of meme, and it's very likely fake, but the ones that get seen are definitely the top-rated replies. This thread has received over 100,000 negative comments, with many saying it must be either the author's lackey or the author herself.

Gu Xijue said calmly, "Have the police check her specific IP address."

(End of this chapter)