Chapter 79: I’m Going to Kill You

With things weighing on his mind, Liang Ye woke up just as dawn broke the next day.

He trailed sullenly behind He Huanhuan: "Huanhuan, are you really going too? This doesn't really have anything to do with you, so maybe you should sit this one out?"

He Huanhuan shot him a look: "I'm an eyewitness, and I'm the one who filmed the evidence. Why wouldn't I go?"

Liang Ye thought for a moment, then turned to Qi Meili: "Why don't you go? Just say you filmed it—you're Han Mo's girlfriend..."

Qi Meili clenched her fist: "Are you asking for a beating?"

Did he think the police were idiots?

Besides, she probably wasn't even in the police station's household registry—they'd have to figure out who she was first before anything else.

Liang Ye looked pitiful: "But I really don't want to leave you... what if..."

He was mid-sentence when the alarm clock by the bed suddenly started beeping.

Liang Ye turned off the alarm and walked off. He Huanhuan was baffled: "Where are you going?"

He hadn't even finished talking!

Liang Ye put on a serious face: "I've got to get to work—I was late yesterday, and I can't be late again today."

......

Was there really such a thing as a workaholic obsessed with clocking in?

The door slammed shut, and from outside came Liang Ye's faint reminder: "Huanhuan, I'll come find you when I'm off work!"

The three left inside stared at each other. Qi Meili scratched her forehead in confusion: "Did he get, like, bound to some system? Does he get electrocuted if he doesn't work?"

He Huanhuan nodded: "Probably."

Qi Meili sighed: "Poor kid—he must've gotten zapped so hard that he ended up so thunderously ugly."

If he were as handsome as his brother, then his stinginess would be called thriftiness, and his love for work would be called diligence.

Handsome, thrifty, and hardworking—how charming would that be?

Too bad heaven didn't give him a good face. That's just fate.

After tidying up and locking the door, they set off for the police station.

On the way, He Huanhuan asked curiously: "How did you even find out the news?"

Last night, the moment she pushed the door open, Han Mo had told her they could go back.

He said Han Xuan had transferred all his dirty money out, and now it was all frozen by the banks.

It was time to send him a big "gift" and make him sink into the mire, never to rise again.

But the question was: How did he know all this?

He'd been at home alone, with no phone to contact anyone!

He Huanhuan had racked her brain all night without figuring it out, and now she finally couldn't help but ask: "So how do you know all that?"

Han Mo gave a sly smile: "I guessed."

That only made He Huanhuan frantic as she chased after him: "No way! You must have a way to contact people!"

"Come on, just tell me at this point!"

"Tell me—hey, tell me..."

After badgering him all the way, Han Mo finally laughed and told her: "It was the livestream."

It was the age of the internet, and TV stations, desperate to ride the trend, had started their own livestreams.

Every day in the afternoon, they broadcast live for two hours on a fixed schedule.

The news he wanted was relayed to him through those livestreams.

As for the exact method, there was no need to go into details.

He Huanhuan didn't press further—she knew he always had a way.

But...

She couldn't help but think of Chen Yu: "What about your cousin? Did he actually betray you?"

Han Mo shook his head: "He wouldn't do that. He's not that kind of person."

Wait a second...

He Huanhuan suddenly realized something: "You trust him that much?"

Han Mo nodded: "We grew up together. I know him."

He Huanhuan was exasperated: "But then why didn't we stay in the place you guys had arranged if he was fine?"

Han Mo smiled faintly: "He's too impulsive. This is a good chance to teach him a lesson—so he'll be a bit more steady in the future."

......

He Huanhuan: "Are you teaching him a lesson or teaching me?"

She was the one stuck living in that run-down place with him, not Chen Yu!

Han Mo looked at her softly: "Don't you think these past few days have been special? When we're old and look back on this time, we'll treasure the memories."

Treasure what?

What was there for her to treasure?

She'd lived like that every single day before—what was there to cherish?

God!

She just couldn't see eye to eye with those rich people!

"Get out of here!"

He Huanhuan wanted nothing more than to kick him flying.

She angrily linked arms with Qi Meili: "If it weren't for meeting you by wandering around with him, Meili, I'd totally kick him to death."

Qi Meili smiled: "Go on, kick him dead. Don't hold back on my account."

......

"Meili!"

Qi Meili curled her lip in disgust. Sweet talk was gross.

When they walked into the police station, they didn't even need to report anything—the moment they reached the entrance, they were recognized.

Finding missing persons was usually the drudgery handed to new recruits.

A rookie officer with two big dark circles under his eyes came sprinting at them: "Hey! You two! Don't run!"

Uninformed bystanders thought the two of them had committed a crime, and cleared the space in a flash for the police to do their thing.

The young officer shouted excitedly: "Chief! Found them! I found them!"

......

Found them? They came to you on their own.

The rest of the process was simple. He Huanhuan's video hadn't just captured Han Xuan's harsh words—it had also directly caught his face.

With both witnesses and physical evidence in hand, the police immediately sent people to the Han residence to bring him in for detention and interrogation.

At the Han residence, Han Xuan paced anxiously in the living room, making call after call, growing more and more agitated.

After more than a dozen attempts, the phone finally got through: "Brother Bao! My money's been frozen by the bank! Can you..."

"Mr. Han, Brother Bao is on vacation these days. Call back another time."

Han Xuan urgently pressed on: "Where is he now? Do you have his number? Give me his number—I need to talk to him..."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"Damn it!"

He hurled his phone at the floor like a madman!

"Damn your ancestors!"

He took a few deep breaths, then picked the phone back up. His finger swiped wildly across the screen, scrambling to find someone—anyone—who could help.

"Ding-dong~"

The doorbell rang. Han Xuan irritably kicked the rug: "Didn't I already pay you all? Get lost!"

He'd dismissed all the maids and servants earlier that morning, thinking this was just some stubborn one trying to beg him to stay.

"Get out!"

But the doorbell kept ringing, one chime after another, fueling his rage. He stormed to the door and yanked it open: "I told you all to get..."

"Han Xuan, you are suspected of intentional injury. In accordance with the relevant provisions of the Criminal Procedure Law of the People's Republic of China, we hereby decide to place you under criminal detention."

Over a dozen police officers stood at the door, staring at him sternly: " Please come with us."

He froze. How could this be? How...

But his gaze suddenly landed on a familiar figure behind the crowd.

"Han Mo! It's you! You did this to me!"

He lunged forward like a madman, trying to grab Han Mo and demand an answer—why was he doing this? Why ruin him?

But he was pinned to the ground instantly, followed by a stern warning: "Don't resist unnecessarily. Resisting law enforcement will only add to your charges! Cooperate, or we will be forced to take measures in accordance with the law!"

"Let me go! Let me go! Han Mo! I'll kill you!"