My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

Zhao Jianmin maintained his last shred of patience, staring intently at Jiang Miaomiao.

"Your brother signed it because he thought it would save you."

As he said this, Zhao Jianmin clenched his fist.

"But have you considered the consequences if your brother signs and you don't?"

Jiang Miaomiao's eyelashes trembled.

Zhao Jianmin stood up, walked around the table, and went behind her.

Jiang Miaomiao could feel him standing there, very close to her, close enough that she could smell the strong smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of overnight tea.

Her hands were trembling, and the iron rings of the handcuffs rattled against the metal armrests of the chair, making a soft, grating sound like rats gnawing on something.

"Your brother signed a confession, admitting that he manipulated you to commit fraud."

Zhao Jianmin's voice came down from above her head, each word sounding as if it had been pulled out of an ice cellar.

"Let's not beat around the bush. You know better than anyone what really happened, don't you?"

"You know better than I whether he manipulated you or not!"

"Your brother didn't spend a single penny of that money; you spent it all!"

"You're really so comfortable letting your brother take the blame for you?"

Jiang Miaomiao's breathing became rapid.

The clinking of the handcuffs grew louder.

Jiang Miaomiao's lips were trembling.

She tried to speak, but something seemed to be blocking her throat, and she could only manage a few broken breaths.

"I...I don't know..."

"you do not know?"

Zhao Jianmin's voice suddenly rose.

He looked down at her, and the almost sickly light in his eyes burned even brighter.

"You didn't know? You scammed over three million yuan, and you spent it all on games. You're telling me you didn't know?"

Jiang Miaomiao huddled in the chair, trembling like a small animal cornered against a wall.

Zhao Jianmin took a deep breath, as if suppressing some kind of emotion that was about to burst forth.

He walked back to the table, picked up the confession he had prepared beforehand, and a pen, and placed them on the table in front of Jiang Miaomiao.

The paper was white, A4 size, and the printed text filled the entire page, with a blank space at the end for the signature.

"If you have any conscience at all, then sign it!"

Zhao Jianmin suppressed his last impulse; he had truly reached his limit.

Jiang Miaomiao stared at the confession for a long time.

Her gaze swept from the first line to the last line, and then back from the last line to the first line.

The words danced, overlapped, and blurred before her eyes, like a swarm of black ants crawling from one end of the paper to the other.

She couldn't see what was written on it, or rather, she didn't want to see it at all.

All she knew was that once she signed it, it would all be over.

She reached out, her fingers trembling, the tip of her finger only centimeters from the pen, but she just couldn't reach it.

It's not that it's unreachable, it's that ... too dangerous to reach.

Her hand froze in mid-air, like a bird with broken wings, suspended there, unable to move forward or backward.

"No! We can't sign!"

Jiang Miaomiao, you can't sign!

If you sign it.

Your life is over!

The sudden thought made her throw down her pen and turn her head away, not daring to look at Zhao Jianmin at all.

"I'm sorry, brother."

"I really don't want to go to jail."

A single tear rolled down Jiang Miaomiao's cheek.

"hehe!"

A cold laugh suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the room.

As the pen was thrown to the ground, Zhao Jianmin lost all remaining rationality.

His eyes were red-rimmed as he stared intently at Jiang Miaomiao.

He grabbed Jiang Miaomiao's arms with both hands.

pain!

The pain in her arm forced Jiang Miaomiao to look over.

However, Jiang Miaomiao was terrified when she saw Zhao Jianmin's murderous gaze.

She trembled all over, curled up, and tried to shake Zhao Jianmin's hand off, but Zhao Jianmin only gripped it tighter.

He grabbed Jiang Miaomiao's arm tightly and cursed wildly.

"You fucking sign it!"

"You beast! You ruined your brother, and now you're going to ruin me too!"

After two shouts and curses, Zhao Jianmin was on the verge of a breakdown.

He, a grown man, burst into tears, punching Jiang Miaomiao repeatedly as he cried.

He's crazy.

He doesn't care anymore.

I don't care about anything anymore!

All you need to do is get this person in front of you to sign.

He's willing to do anything!

……

A dozen minutes later, the door to the interrogation room opened.

Zhao Jianmin came out with red eyes and looked exhausted.

He put on his glasses, which were missing a lens, and carefully examined the confession in his hand.

Holding onto this confession was like holding onto his own life.

I didn't even feel this way when my own son was born.

The signature section of the confession already had writing on it.

The handwriting was crooked and distorted, with strokes that broke and then continued, like the corpse of a crushed caterpillar crawling on the white paper—ugly, twisted, and nauseating.

However, she eventually signed the name Jiang Miaomiao.

As long as he has this name, he can go and report back.

Trembling, I picked up my phone and found the number.

Press down.

……

The ambulance stopped at the entrance of a hospital in Kyoto.

This is a private hospital. The area between the main gate and the emergency building is paved with light gray tiles, and it is spotless, with not a single fallen leaf in sight.

Several medical staff in white coats were already waiting at the door with a stretcher.

The stretcher was unloaded from the ambulance, and Jiang Yi lay on it as it was pushed towards the emergency building.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils were unfocused, and his lips were moving slightly, as if he was saying something, or as if he wasn't saying anything at all.

Su Xiaoyue stayed by his side, holding his fingers with one hand the whole time, from the stretcher to the gurney, and from the gurney to the emergency room bed. That hand never let go.

The emergency room doctor was a man in his forties with gray hair and gold-rimmed glasses. He moved with the efficiency of a finely tuned machine.

He lifted Jiang Yi's eyelids to look at his pupils, then touched his forehead, his brows furrowed even more tightly than the doctor from the Zhongshan branch.

"When did the fever start?"

"I have no idea."

Su Xiaoyue stood anxiously to the side, her voice trembling slightly.

The doctor's gaze lingered for a moment on the gauze wrapped around her wrist.

I also noticed the dark red under the gauze.

But the doctor didn't ask any more questions; experience told him that there were some things he shouldn't ask, especially in this hospital.

"Let's do some tests first. A complete blood count, a full biochemistry panel, an electrocardiogram, and a head CT scan to see if there's any organic damage."

The doctor spoke as he wrote the prescription, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"His temperature is too high, and he's severely dehydrated. He needs intravenous fluids to bring down his temperature. Go and complete the admission procedures first, and then the nurse will take you to your ward."

Su Xiaoyue took the order and nodded.