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Chapter 370: She’s... Pregnant
Tang Si glanced at Liu Qiang; she was still in the same posture as before.
He frowned, "What’s wrong with her?"
Liu Qiang spoke up, "She’s... pregnant."
Tang Si’s brows furrowed, pregnant?
Liu Qiang’s situation is that she has no boyfriend, no husband, so if she’s pregnant, whose child is this?
Liu Qiang’s breathing was rapid, her whole body trembling violently, unable to speak.
Tang Si gave her a look, pursed his lips, "Let’s take her back first."
...
I originally wanted to find the woman who was just kidnapped but found she had long disappeared into the crowd.
As Tang Si turned to get in the car.
The once-distant masses suddenly gathered around to take pictures of him.
Tang Si’s frown deepened, because those looks were not ones of admiration for handling a situation, but more of pointing and judging.
"Captain Tang?" A policeman saw him stop at the car door, gazing back at the people, called out to him: "Is there a problem?"
Tang Si shook his head, stepped into the car, "Let’s go."
...
Song Yi, coming out of the prison, was not in a good mood.
But after thinking it over, these messy affairs would ultimately be resolved by someone, as Gu Nanjiu was still in prison.
She drove, preparing to go home to check on Song Nuan.
Just got in the car, fastened her seatbelt.
"Ring ring ring—" The mobile phone suddenly blared loudly in the cabin.
The ringing startled Song Yi out of her thoughts.
Her hand holding the seatbelt trembled, she looked at the caller ID — Fu Jingsheng.
Song Yi, in a bad mood, answered: "Is something up? Hang up if it’s nothing important."
She leaned back against the chair, rubbed her temples, she was so tired...
On the other side, Fu Jingsheng spoke: "Sister Yi, something’s happened."
His tone serious, with no hint of a joke.
Song Yi felt a pang in her heart, instantly sat up straight, thinking something had happened to Song Nuan at home.
Her originally indifferent voice tinged with fatigue became tense: "What about Song Nuan?"
Fu Jingsheng: "Not Song Nuan, it’s Tang Si, quick, look at Weibo!"
Song Yi took a deep breath, suddenly feeling all the blood in her body freeze.
Her trembling hand hung up the phone.
Tang Si involved, and on Weibo, the only thought in her mind was dying in service...
Song Yi’s eyes reddened, biting her lower lip teeth, her body tensed, she clicked open Weibo.
The top trending topic presented itself before her eyes.
#How can such a person be a policeman#
Song Yi clicked in, there was a video inside.
In the video, a little boy was filthy all over, with hands stained in blood.
In front of him, kneeling, was a little girl.
The little girl was also dirty and disheveled, teary-eyed, begging at his feet: "Please, please spare me, I beg you..."
The boy’s gaze was indifferent, he harshly kicked at the girl.
Cold, ruthless, the girl was kicked far away.
The girl rolled over and crawled up, kneeling, kowtowed, begging for mercy.
The boy looked at the girl’s state, had a bloodthirsty cold smile suddenly pulling at his lips.
He reached down to grab the girl on the ground, kicked her off the building.
And here, it was the eighth floor.
"Ah!" In the video was the girl’s scream.
After the scream, all was silent, and the dim scene in the video darkened further.
—— "God, how did someone with a criminal record get into this industry? Still serving the people? Stop joking, okay? Is the tax money just feeding such people?
—— "Dismiss! Must be dismissed! Not everything can be given a makeover and make anew.
—— "So disgusting, a murderer protecting us? How does he have such a thick skin to continue living with such an identity?
—— "Why is such a beast still living in this world, why not go die?"
—— "Upstairs, you said it wrong, such a beast should’ve died years ago, can’t grow up like this."
"..."
Such vicious comments, wave after wave.
Song Yi’s breath caught, coldness gathered from her soles, staring at the screen gradually darkening, that boy... very familiar, very familiar...
No knowing how long had passed, Song Yi was frozen cold all over.
Came back to her senses, continued scrolling down, there was another video—
At a glance, the man in the center was visible, in the crowd, he was the most conspicuous.
This was today, he was handling Liu Qiang’s matter.
—— "I just watched this person’s handling methods, so indifferent towards the victim?"
—— "Seeing this video, I want to say this is truly despicable, the kid was like that, and his mother begged him so much, yet he still kept a cold face?"
—— "This person really lacks humanity, I could kill him in minutes before me, right?"
—— "Such people are simply pests, could they be executed sooner, please?"
—— "I was disgusted by this operation, the victim was so helpless, yet he kept a cold face, watching indifferently, truly a good example, anyway, he isn’t lacking these two lives, who knows how many heinous things he’s done behind the scenes."
—— "Hell is empty, demons roam the earth, still damned being supported by the masses. [smile]"
...
The video was like a massive bomb online, fiercely stirring up chaos.
"Hoo, hoo—" Song Yi’s breath was heavy.
It seemed as though she had been doused in ice water, her hand gripping the phone kept shaking, she kept seeing those vicious words, all turning into poisoned sharpness, stabbing at her body relentlessly.
"Nonsense..."
"A bunch of blood-sucking madmen!"
She couldn’t control herself for a moment, roared in anger with reddened eyes.
About a minute later, she suddenly awoke, grabbed her phone...
She wouldn’t let those online assassins harm him.
...
At this moment, amidst the overwhelming scolding, a prominent Weibo was pushed up the trending searches.
#Night Entertainment President Speaks Out#
The Weibo content was like this.
Song Yi V: Speak with measure, act with surplus, not knowing others, do not judge others.
—— "Ah, where did this green tea come from?"
—— "Spoken like you really know him?"
—— "The woman upstairs participated in a variety show, the policeman was her instructor."
—— "Oh~ got it got it, all dirty together, no wonder."
—— "President Song is here? Young and on this position, may I ask were you comfortable with the unwritten rules?"
—— "I laughed brightened a row of voice control lights downstairs, President Song may I ask if you can get out of bed normally?"
Song Yi looked coldly at these comments, picked the last reply: "Wrong, it’s you who cried bright."
...
Song Yi’s car, like an arrow left the prison gate, merged into the traffic.
She finally understood what Gu Nanjiu meant by those words.
Song Yi kept dialing Zhou Liang’s phone, over and over, unable to connect—
She bit her lip, completely forgetting she was still in a cold war with Tang Si, the car turned towards the criminal investigation team.
Driving, she was contacting the company’s PR, asking them to clean up the mess online.
...
The car finally stopped steadily at the criminal investigation team’s entrance—