Chapter 56

Yi Qingju was halfway through her breakfast when she received a phone call from the police station, asking her to come and pick someone up.

The half-eaten toast slipped from her mouth, and the first thought that crossed her mind was—

Has Yi Bingmei returned? But that's impossible.

Did someone from the Yi family get into trouble?

With various questions in her mind, Yi Qingju grabbed the toast, had Auntie Zhang pack a cup of soy milk, and got into the Qi family's car.

"Madam, you're not driving yourself today," the driver asked her with a smile.

Yi Qingju nodded. "Yes, I haven't finished my meal yet."

The driver: "..."

At the police station—

The uniformed police officer hung up the phone, turned around, and politely said to Qi Weiran, who was sitting behind with his long legs crossed, sipping tea, "Mr. Qi, is it okay if I say it like this?"

Qi Weiran nodded gracefully. "Thank you."

...

After thanking the driver, Yi Qingju got out of the car and went inside.

When she entered, a female police officer greeted her, "Hello—"

"Um, hello. Can you tell me where the trash bin is? I need to throw something away." Yi Qingju smiled sweetly at her.

Female police officer: "..."

She had never seen someone come in here so casually.

After disposing of the trash, the female police officer led Yi Qingju inside, wearing an expression of not knowing what to say.

As Yi Qingju followed her through the door, she wondered who was sitting inside.

At the moment she met those amber eyes, her expression clearly showed a moment of astonishment.

Qi Weiran put down his teacup: Hi.

Of course, he couldn't say it out loud, so he simply locked eyes with Yi Qingju.

[You're not going to work to earn money. Instead, you're hiding in the police station loafing around!!!]

Yi Qingju could hardly believe it.

Qi Weiran:...

The female police officer exchanged a glance with the male police officer sitting inside.

Oh no, the sparks of love.

"Well, Mrs. Qi, Mr. Qi encountered an attempted murder while driving, and after a fierce fight—"

[You saved him in time?]

Was his state during the banquet just a fleeting moment?

"That thing..." Qi Weiran picked up the orange hairpin that Yi Qingju accidentally dropped on the table and played with it in his hand.

The male police officer chuckled, "It needs to be kept for a while longer. When the time comes, I will definitely return it to you intact."

He nodded and just said, "As soon as possible," then left.

It seemed that they would have to wait a few more days to bring Hello Weiran back home.

Yi Qingju wondered what kind of thing could look so important to him.

A slight touch on her head made her unconsciously reach out and touch it, only to feel a slightly cool sensation.

She looked up and coincidentally met the gaze of Qi Weiran, who was standing behind her, almost close enough to lean against his chest.

Yi Qingju: "..."

[Isn't it a bit too many times today that we've locked eyes...?]

"Mr. Qi..." as he withdrew his hand and she felt the familiar hairpin in her hand, she dryly thanked him.

[May I ask how to act when a "licking dog" returns something that the other person dropped? Urgent!]

[That's not within my area of expertise.]

Qi Weiran had no intention of making things difficult for her. After he helped her put the hairpin back in place, he let go and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Yi Qingju breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't like that feeling.

It made her feel uncomfortably sticky, as if she were being pulled taut.

[But it's really unexpected. I was already calculating how much money I would need to redeem Qi Weiran, but it turns out he didn't commit any crimes.]

Qi Weiran: "..."

So, is the ransom more important then?

Sitting in the car, Yi Qingju asked, "Is Uncle Liu okay, Mr. Qi?"

Qi Weiran nodded, "I gave him a consolation fee, and he has already returned home."

As he spoke, he lifted his gaze to Yi Qingju across from him and asked, "Where did you buy that Plaster Doll?"

"I bought it at the end of Tian Street Snack Street. Is there something wrong with the Plaster Doll, sir?" she asked, looking puzzled.

[Why is he suddenly asking about this? Does he suspect that I had someone else paint it? Heavens above, it was truly my own work, stroke by stroke.]

Qi Weiran: I know.

Only someone as skilled as you could create such a masterpiece.

Since she didn't know, it could be inferred that she wasn't the one who tampered with the Plaster Doll. It could even be understood as...

That seemingly helpful Plaster Doll was actually out to kill him, but due to an unforeseen accident, the laser that was supposed to hit him ended up killing someone else instead...