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"Otherwise what?" Fu Ciyan's tone was full of sarcasm. "You don't actually think they're just playing a prank, do you? Xie Linyu overdosed on 'Rose Kiss,' and chose the most harmful metabolic therapy. The worst-case scenario the doctor gave is permanent functional loss, with a probability as high as 80%. Even if I give up pursuing the matter, the Xie family won't. Father, instead of pleading for me here, you should think about how to sever all ties with the Qin family."

At this point, Fu Ciyan paused, then continued, "Moreover, I won't hold back this time. The Qin family's crimes will soon be compiled and made public. Their collapse is imminent."

Fu Hongyi on the other end of the communication fell completely silent.

"I understand." He didn't say anything more. From the moment Fu Ciyan became the youngest general in the Federation and received his medal, he had lost control of his life. Even the entire Fu family had to subtly watch his face. He was no longer the Fu Ciyan who needed to follow behind him and live cautiously, watching the women's faces.

After the call ended, Fu Ciyan turned and went back to the ward. Lu Yao was already asleep in bed. Even though the test results showed that the medication in her body had been completely metabolized, the shock and damage she had suffered would take time to heal.

Looking at Lu Yao's peaceful sleeping face, Fu Ciyan's originally anxious heart gradually calmed down.

*

At the same time, in the interrogation room on the third basement floor of the military headquarters.

The lights were stark white, the walls were made of sound-absorbing dark gray metal, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant.

Ah Feng was firmly strapped to a specially made interrogation chair, with his wrists and ankles locked, restricting his movement.

His face was injured, and his eyes were cloudy, yet he continued to resist.

He has been interrogated here continuously for more than 24 hours.

Physiological needs are strictly controlled, sleep is deprived, and the same problems are repeatedly faced. The mental stress is far more tormenting than the physical discomfort.

"Name."

"Zhang Zhenfeng".

"age."

"22."

"Were you instigated by Ms. Qin Shu to kidnap Ms. Lu Yao and Mr. Xie Linyu?"

"No, I did it all by myself! I can't stand Fu Ciyan, I wanted to teach him a lesson! It has nothing to do with Qin Shu!" Ah Feng retorted, "No matter how many times you ask, the result will be the same. Do you think you can force a confession out of me? Even if Fu Ciyan is a general, he can't just arbitrarily frame an innocent person!"

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you, but Qin Shu is innocent. She has nothing to do with this!"

The interrogator sitting opposite him was Fu Ciyan's adjutant and also the most skilled interrogator, codenamed "Nighthawk".

He sat lazily in the chair, a cynical smirk playing on his lips: "I didn't expect you to be so devoted. But Ms. Qin Shu doesn't deserve your devotion. Take a look at this; you should like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gestured to the person next to him to play the holographic projection.

The holographic projection lit up instantly, the first image showing Qin Shuyi, barely clothed, leaning against a strange man with hazy, drunken eyes. Her fingers lightly traced his chin, her voice sweet and cloying: "Ah Feng? That silly dog, he's only useful this time, helping me with some trouble. I'm always annoyed by his lovestruck look, I can't shake him off..."

Ah Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, his muscles tensed instantly, and the chains emitted a piercing friction sound.

The scene shifts to a more private bedroom setting, where Qin Shu is rolling around on the bed with another man. Between the intense movements, she scoffs, "Ah Feng? If it weren't for his family's connections and ability to pull some strings for my mother, who would bother dealing with him? He thinks he can win me over with a shabby dress? Ridiculous. But these kinds of simps are easy to use; they make him do whatever they want..."

"No, this isn't real! It's fake! It's all fake! You forged it!" Ah Feng roared, veins bulging on his forehead, trying to turn his head away, but the sound and the image penetrated his ears and eyes relentlessly.

"Fake?" Nightshade chuckled, adjusting the projection angle to shove the image directly in front of Ah Feng. "Young Master Qin, take a good look at this environment, these details, these timestamps! Do you need me to compare the identities of these men, and the timeline of Qin Shu's interactions with them, with the timeline of your pursuit of her? Oh, right, there's another section specially prepared for you. Just a moment, it'll be ready."

The scene shifts again, seemingly to a small gathering of friends. Qin Shu, slightly drunk, is surrounded by several girlfriends, boasting smugly, "...Dealing with spineless men like A-Feng is the easiest! Just keep him hanging on, occasionally give him a little treat, and he'll wag his tail like a dog. He'll do whatever you ask, and if anything goes wrong, he can be pushed onto the side as a scapegoat. Isn't that useful? If you encounter someone like that, don't be soft-hearted, use him to the fullest!"

"Hahahaha!" A burst of ambiguous and mocking laughter rang out from all around.

"Ah ...

Nighthawk watched him go mad with cold eyes until he was exhausted and slumped in a chair, only able to breathe heavily, before slowly speaking:

"Zhang Zhenfeng, wake up. To her, you've been nothing but a tool, a joke from beginning to end. You risked your life to take the blame for her, and right now she's probably lying in the arms of some new lover, laughing at your foolishness and congratulating herself on getting rid of trouble so easily."

"Only you are still here, waiting for her for your unwavering love. How pathetic, all for a woman like her, tsk tsk!"

Ah Feng's chest heaved violently, and a hoarse, bellows-like sound came from his throat.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the now-extinguished holographic projection.

After a long silence, he slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looking at Nighthawk. His voice was hoarse and desperate, filled with a kind of madness: "Let me speak to her. I want to find out for myself, otherwise I still won't say a word!"

Nightshade's carefree smile vanished, replaced by a serious expression: "Sure, you can tell Qin Shu that you've been acquitted and ask her to agree to your matchmaking. Let's see if she'll accept you."

After he finished speaking, Nightshade had someone hand him the terminal.

Ah Feng reached out and took it. His expression seemed calm, but his hands were trembling.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if Qin Shu really rejected him.

But what if she accepts?

This faint, almost self-deceptive hope, like a firefly in the darkness, sustained him.

"...Okay." Ah Feng's voice sounded like it had been sanded clean. "She would never lie to me."

Nightshade curled his lips into a smile and raised his hand: "I hope so too."