His wife's pregnancy bump disappeared, and Mr. Huo was going crazy missing her.

Qiao Mian quickly concealed the emotions surging in her eyes and went back to sit down.

The police assumed she had come to her senses and placed a mediation agreement in front of her. "Sign it, apologize, and you can leave."

Qiao Mian didn't even glance at it, pushing the mediation agreement back: "Officer, are Young Master Li and Young Master Shen, who were taken back to the police station with me in the private room, still in the detention area?"

The police officer was taken aback: "Yes, we haven't taken him in for questioning yet."

Qiao Mian: "They were using illegal drugs in booth 809 of the bar. Any citizen with even a basic understanding of the law would have called to report them, right?"

The police officer was shocked: "What? Contraband?"

"Before you arrested these two as clients of a prostitute, they hid the remaining contraband under the sofa in the private room..."

At this point, she looked at Song Chen, whose expression had changed drastically: "Young Master Song can testify to this."

"You're talking fucking nonsense!"

Song Chen roared.

Qiao Mian said calmly, "Whether I made a false accusation or not, a search of the bar will tell you."

"you……"

Song Chen fell silent.

She looked at Huo Yanbei with pleading eyes, "Brother-in-law, it's Young Master Li and Young Master Shen..."

"Shut up."

Huo Yanbei interrupted him coldly.

Qiao Mian raised an eyebrow and looked at the police officer: "According to Article 354 of the Criminal Law: Providing or harboring others to use contraband shall be punished with imprisonment of not more than three years, detention, or public surveillance, and a fine, right?"

"Uh, yes..."

The police officer asked in surprise, "Young lady, how come you know the law so well?"

Qiao Mian didn't answer the question. Instead, she turned to look at the man sitting opposite her, whose expression was growing increasingly grim: "Mr. Huo, do I need to apologize?"

A flicker of emotion finally appeared in Huo Yanbei's icy eyes, which were as cold as a deep pool.

His gaze was deep, fixed on Qiao Mian's small face, which was covered by heavy makeup and whose original features were unrecognizable.

In particular, when he met those clear, bright, peach-blossom eyes, his dark eyes narrowed slightly: "Who are you?"

From the first moment I saw her, I felt her eyes resembled A-Wu's...

She is well-versed in the law.

Like A-Wu...

Huo Yanbei slowly stood up, propped his arms on the table, leaned half his body over, and stared intently at the woman.

His height was so great that his shadow imprisoned her like an airtight cage.

Qiao Mian was so frightened that her nerves were on edge and her breathing became rapid.

As the composure and calmness on her face began to crumble, she lowered her eyes, avoiding the man's deep, penetrating gaze, and said softly, "My name is Qiao Mian."

"Qiao Mian?"

The man's eyes glazed over for a moment, then he sat back down, crossed his arms, and said in a flat, emotionless voice, "What Miss Qiao said is likely just one side of the story, unless... you have a video or recording."

Qiao Mian: "No."

Huo Yanbei glanced at the police: "Then please have the officers search room 809 in the bar and see if they can find any contraband."

As he finished speaking, he added, "Miss Qiao, it's not too late to apologize now."

Qiao Mian's eyes were firm: "I did not make a false accusation, and I will not apologize."

"very good."

Huo Yanbei gave a playful smirk.

Song Chen was getting impatient: "Brother-in-law, I..."

Huo Yanbei lowered his eyebrows.

Song Chen shut up, feeling dejected.

When the police realized that mediation was hopeless, they even brought up contraband.

The nature of this case has changed.

He could only lead his men to search the bar.

At this moment, the not-so-spacious mediation room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Whether it was because she was in the same space as Huo Yanbei or because she was too nervous, Qiao Mian was uneasy and had a vague sense of unease.

Song Chen's guilty conscience was written all over his face.

However, Huo Yanbei...

His calm and composed demeanor makes it impossible for people to fathom his inner thoughts.

Isn't he worried that if the police find those contraband items, his brother-in-law will be implicated?

His reaction was very abnormal...

"Miss Qiao, are you scared?"

Seeing the worry in the woman's eyes, Huo Yanbei raised an eyebrow and asked a question.

Qiao Mian pretended to be calm and looked at him: "If you have a clear conscience, you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door, unless there really are ghosts interfering with the police investigation."

She meant something.

Huo Yanbei scoffed lightly.

It was as if it was mocking her overestimation of her abilities.

Qiao Mian's palms were sweating.

The more composed and steady he was, the more uncertain she felt.

Just then, a melodious cell phone ringtone sounded.

Qiao Mian's first reaction was to look at Huo Yanbei.

And they knew it was Song Man calling.

Because the ringtone of this cell phone is "Wedding in a Dream," a song that Song Man and Huo Yanbei played together back then.

It's Song Man's exclusive ringtone.

Six years have passed, and nothing has changed.

Just like his enduring affection for Song Man.

Qiao Mian lowered her eyelashes. Although she didn't want to listen, the mediation room wasn't big, and after the call was connected, she could still faintly hear Song Man's weak, crying voice.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Yanbei's unusually gentle voice rang out.

"Don't cry, I'll handle it."

After saying that, he glanced at Qiao Mian.

Perhaps out of consideration for her presence as an outsider, he got up and went to the window to make a phone call.

Qiao Mian's misty eyes then fell upon it.

The other person said something again, and a hint of tenderness softened Huo Yanbei's cold and stern brows, his tone becoming exceptionally doting: "I miss you too, my darling."

Each word, like a dense needle, pierced Qiao Mian's heart.

This wasn't the first time Huo Yanbei had spoken so softly and gently to a woman, six years ago.

Only towards Song Man, he always showed boundless affection and tenderness...

A tear fell.

Qiao Mian lowered her head and quickly wiped it off with her hand.

Huo Yanbei ended the call.

After I sat down back down, I kept looking down at my phone.

He was probably chatting with his wife on WeChat, his thin lips occasionally curving upwards.

Qiao Mian's breathing became labored.

After an agonizing half hour, the police returned.

After giving Qiao Mian a serious look, he walked up to Huo Yanbei and reported respectfully, "Mr. Huo, no contraband was found."

After a moment of stunned silence, Song Chen glared at Qiao Mian with a smug expression: "You damned woman, this time, I'll not only make you compensate for all the losses to my bar, but I'll also make you kneel down and apologize to me!"

The policeman, embarrassed, said, "Mr. Huo, what do you think..."

Huo Yanbei said calmly, "How to conclude this depends on Miss Qiao's attitude."

The police officer tried to persuade Qiao Mian again: "Mr. Huo has given you a chance. It's not too late for you to apologize now."

"..."

Qiao Mian bit her lip.

Based on her understanding of Huo Yanbei, he was not the kind of person who would give others another chance.

Although it's unclear when he ordered the room to be cleaned, if she apologizes, it would be an admission that she made a false report.

Then, Young Master Li, Young Master Shen, and Huo Yanbei's brother-in-law will be released without charge...

Qiao Mian suggested, "Officer, let's pee..."

"Damn it! You slut!"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Chen interrupted her with an angry curse.

Then, like a mad dog, he sprang up, grabbed an ashtray from the table, and smashed it hard against Qiao Mian.