Chapter 175: Thinking with the Lower Body

The police began the interrogation, with everyone giving their statements separately. However, all of them had already been recorded—except for Song Qingtian, who was taken into the interrogation room alone to await questioning.

After the standard opening remarks, the officer asked, “Do you admit to all these charges?”

Song Qingtian shook her head. “I’m not a time witness. I know exactly when I left the restaurant—my husband’s car has a dashcam. Even if they tampered with the restaurant’s surveillance footage and bribed everyone present, my return-to-office time and the on-site investigation and evidence collection can still prove it. Plus, I have strong witnesses who can confirm that a person named Song Yinyin was there at the time. Kong Yuxiao and Zhou Zishan are extremely close; the two are Song Yinyin’s friends and even framed me once, trying to get me to eat something contaminated and nearly ruining my reputation. Don’t you guys know any of this?”

The officer was stunned—none of this had been known to them.

“If you don’t know, we can investigate and gather evidence,” the officer said.

“We will,” Song Qingtian replied calmly.

The officer grew serious. “Are you saying that everyone is framing you now?”

“The more, the better. I don’t want them to go to jail—I want them to compensate me for damages to my reputation, emotional distress, and lost wages.”

Song Qingtian spoke steadily and methodically.

The officer couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation. “You think we’ll believe you just because you say so? The evidence is solid—if you’re found guilty, you’ll face at least ten years in prison.”

“Oh… then I’ll demand compensation based on a ten-year sentence,” Song Qingtian said nonchalantly.

The officer was still very stern. Just as he was about to shout at Song Qingtian, she started fiddling with her fingers.

“What are you doing?” the officer asked, puzzled. Was this the legendary act of feigning ignorance?

Song Qingtian replied, “Although you’re law enforcers, convicting me without first clarifying the facts shows that your preconceived notions are one of the reasons for the wrongful judgment. I respect you very much and would like to let you off the hook, but out of goodwill I must warn you: don’t repeat the same mistake in the future and neglect your duties.”

“Stop pretending to be clueless!” the officer snapped at Song Qingtian, who looked completely calm.

From then on, she answered whatever questions were asked—but the answers weren’t what the officer wanted, so he began slamming the table and shouting angrily.

Song Qingtian stared impassively at him. She couldn’t hit him, and even if she explained things, he wouldn’t listen—especially when he started yelling at her. Meanwhile, other officers turned off the surveillance cameras.

Song Qingtian lowered her head and remained silent, looking like a child who’d done something wrong.

Ling Hanyu, waiting outside, could already hear the loud shouting coming from the interrogation room.

But he couldn’t hear Song Qingtian’s voice, and he flew into a rage: “What does this mean? Torture and coercion during interrogation?”

The lawyer immediately protested, claiming it was psychological abuse against the client, and went on at length.

Yang Yifan was also very experienced in such matters; although he was a secretary, his legal knowledge was no less than that of a lawyer.

The lawyer presented evidence: Song Qingtian returned home with Ling Hanyu, and their car had a dashcam recording the exact time; they appeared at the office, and there were witnesses to confirm their presence; moreover, the company was covered in surveillance cameras, all of which provided timestamps.

Suddenly realizing the problem, the police rushed to the interrogation room to release Song Qingtian—but when the door opened, she had already fainted in her seat.

Ling Hanyu burst into the room and hurried over to pick up Song Qingtian.

Song Qingtian’s face was pale, and she showed no reaction at all.

“This is forced confession under duress!”

Ling Hanyu stood up, cradling Song Qingtian in his arms as he walked out, saying, “Secretary Yang, file a lawsuit against them—all of them, including here.”

“Yes,” Secretary Yang replied immediately.

Secretary Yang quickly made the necessary arrangements, and Ling Hanyu swiftly left, carrying Song Qingtian in his arms.

Those who had given false confessions realized things were getting bad: some wavered, some were afraid, and others felt indignant.

The police began taking the case seriously, but these people stubbornly insisted it was all Song Qingtian’s doing, leaving the police helpless.

Song Qingtian soon regained consciousness after arriving at the hospital—though to be precise, she had only pretended to faint; she’d been awake the whole time.

She only woke up because she refused to undergo a medical examination at the hospital.

Ling Hanyu hadn’t noticed she was faking at all and had been holding her tightly, utterly tense.

Even the driver could feel how shaken General Manager Ling was.

“Are you awake?”

As soon as Song Qingtian opened her eyes, she was grabbed and held tight—she almost suffocated.

Fortunately, her head was still outside.

Ling Hanyu felt as though his heart might burst right open.

It took him half a day to finally let go of Song Qingtian, who looked up at him and said, “Why are you so agitated? I’m not going to die.”

Ling Hanyu glared coldly. “How could you be so heartless!”

“General Manager Ling, do we still need to run tests?”

The doctor knew Ling Hanyu well and had been waiting for a long time.

“Of course we do.”

Ling Hanyu picked up Song Qingtian, ready to take her for an examination, but Song Qingtian immediately grabbed him and said, “I’m fine. Fainting happens all the time. When you’re not home, I get so excited I faint—ever since I was little.”

To avoid the exam, Song Qingtian was willing to go to any lengths.

Ling Hanyu was baffled. “What are you so excited about when I’m not around?”

“When you’re not home, I get angry and excited—and that makes me faint.”

Song Qingtian almost cursed. What did he mean by that?

Does excitement have to happen in bed?

Does this man really have to think with his lower body?

What a jerk!

End of Chapter 175: Thinking with the Lower Body