Chapter 179: The Young Madam’s Control

Song Qingtian couldn’t help but laugh, and the police officers felt that Song Qingtian was being disrespectful toward them.

One of them was particularly stern—the very officer who had lost his temper earlier while interrogating Song Qingtian.

“You don’t need to be so sarcastic. It’s true that we made a mistake in arresting you and subjecting you to such harsh questioning. But you are a suspect, and it’s our duty to investigate. Don’t think that just because we’re in the wrong, you can treat us with disrespect.”

The officer said a few words, but Song Qingtian remained utterly serious. At first, she did let out a scornful snort, but even that was hard to contain.

She remembered every single thing the officer said and took it to heart. Only when the officer finished speaking did she finally ask, “What’s the name of that girl?”

Ling Hanyu’s brow twitched—was it not Song Yinyin?

“Her name is Zhou Qing.”

“Then you’ve arrested the wrong person. Go back and tell that girl, Zhou Qing, as well as everyone involved in resolving this matter: no matter how the case is handled or who ends up taking the blame, it must first have my forgiveness. And my forgiveness is actually very simple—money!”

Ling Hanyu’s brows shot up; that was quite blunt. But he couldn’t exactly hold his head high—his woman, Ling Hanyu’s woman, was short on cash? How embarrassing would that be to admit?

Still, looking at Song Qingtian, Ling Hanyu wasn’t angry; he just felt…well, indescribable.

The officer frowned. “This is the law…”

“If someone hits another person with a car, as long as the victim agrees, the matter can be settled with money. In this case, it may seem like the victims are the plaintiffs and the defendant is Zhou Qing, but anyone with a bit of sense can see that I’m the real victim. I have nothing to do with this incident, yet now I’m all over the headlines in City A, topping the charts, my reputation and dignity completely trampled upon.”

Song Qingtian’s gaze was piercing, and even the officer didn’t dare meet her eyes.

“If I were your family member—your mother, your sister, your daughter…would you still be so self-righteous? What they’ve destroyed is my entire life. I’ll never be able to escape the shadow cast by this baseless ordeal, and how could they possibly make up for the rest of my life?”

The officer fell silent. Song Qingtian continued, “Sue those people—everyone, including the one named Zhou Qing. Zhou Zishan owes 1.5 million, Kong Yuxiao owes 1.5 million, Song Yinyin owes 2 million, Zhou Qing owes 800,000. As for the others, except for the person hit by the car—who doesn’t have to pay compensation—the rest, including the restaurant owner and others, will each pay 500,000 per person, based on headcount. There are 24 people in total, so I’ll calculate the amount according to the number of heads. Bring the money, and I’ll destroy the recording from that day. Oh, and I forgot to mention—you should know that I brought a voice recorder that day, and not just one. Even the recordings of your interrogation of me are there. So once this matter is properly resolved, your department will also receive my notice.”

“…Us?”

“Yes. Especially you. My recordings will serve as powerful lessons for you—lessons about what it truly means to be law enforcers and how to enforce the law.”

The other party’s face turned pale, but they forced themselves to remain calm. “How could you possibly have brought a voice recorder? We already searched you!”

Song Qingtian didn’t want to waste any more time on idle chatter. She bent down, opened her phone, and played the recording inside.

The other side was stunned—it was indeed his own voice, and it wasn’t fake.

“This…”

“This is just a copy. I’ve always had a deep interest in information technology and IT research, even conducting professional studies. Not only audio—I’ve got video too. I just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it and embarrass everyone. As for you, I’m only giving you a little lesson; I don’t want to interfere in anything else. Just pass along my message.”

“…” The other party tried hard to stay composed. “You weren’t even there at the time. They say you left—so did you really leave?”

“I did leave, but my device didn’t.”

Ling Hanyu frowned slightly. He hadn’t even known about this.

“The situation back then was special. I placed the surveillance camera I was wearing on a chair. It has a 360-degree, dead-angle-free rotation, so it can freely capture footage of the scene and record everything as it happens.”

At the time, Song Qingtian suspected Song Yinyin of tampering with the food, and she wanted to confirm her hunch. So she took out the tiny surveillance camera she’d just bought and stuck it onto the chair.

That device was incredibly convenient—easy to stick anywhere. The only downside was that it was disposable: once you turned it on and connected it to your phone, reaching a certain limit in terms of data transmission, it would automatically shut down.

End of Chapter 179: The Young Madam’s Control