Chapter 62: Song Yinyin Is Arrested

Ling Hanyu’s grip loosened—more accurately, it softened; it was no longer as rigid and unyielding as steel.

His hand rested lightly on Song Qingtian’s waist, urging, “Say it!”

Song Qingtian’s heroic resolve wavered, and she finally sighed, “Honey!”

Ling Hanyu furrowed his brow deeply.

“Say it again!”

“…” Song Qingtian’s face darkened, her eyes brimming with resentment. What a pervert!

She frowned and said, “Honey!”

Her expression was so aggrieved that she longed to smash her head against a piece of tofu and die.

Ling Hanyu tightened his grip, though his tone had softened somewhat, almost as if he were negotiating. Still, Song Qingtian’s waist was as slender as a willow branch, and whenever Ling Hanyu held her like this, he couldn’t help but want to press a little harder.

“Return the money. I’ve got plenty for you to use—don’t worry. From now on, you can spend my money however you like. Even if you don’t use mine, there’s still Nuonuo’s share in my future earnings, and you’ll get a cut too!”

Song Qingtian bristled at this. If that was the case, she might as well not say anything at all.

After all, feelings had to be repaid.

The money she’d earned came from selling information—and more importantly, she needed to win over the Mysterious Big Shot.

If she returned the money, she’d lose that chance.

Song Qingtian was absolutely determined not to give the money back.

“I can return it, but not right now. I’ve put it away; I want to earn some interest.”

“No interest—let me make it up to you. Just hand it over.”

“Then…no way!”

No matter what, Song Qingtian refused to part with the money, and Ling Hanyu’s expression grew even grimmer.

Song Qingtian suggested, “How about next month?”

“Absolutely not.”

Ling Hanyu was unbending.

“Then forget it!”

As Song Qingtian turned to leave, Ling Hanyu’s hand slipped, nearly letting her go.

He pulled her back and asked, “How can you possibly return the money?”

“I want a divorce!”

Ling Hanyu coldly released Song Qingtian and said, “From today on, you’re not allowed to leave home.”

With that, Ling Hanyu headed back to the villa. Song Qingtian let out a sigh of relief—fine, she wouldn’t leave. There were still three days until next month; if she could return the money by then, it would be a major victory.

That evening, Song Qingtian received a phone call: the Police Station had already arrested Song Yinyin and two other accomplices, but they stubbornly denied any wrongdoing.

The police asked Song Qingtian whether she wanted to identify them.

“No need. If they can’t be convicted through interrogation, just let them go. I don’t want them behind bars—for now.”

Song Qingtian really didn’t want Song Yinyin to go to jail. The real issue was that Ling Hanyu would never allow her to step forward in this case.

So there was no way she could end up in prison.

Song Yinyin, on the other hand, had it rough: she hadn’t slept for two days and two nights, and the interrogation left her dizzy and groggy.

She’d originally planned to hold out, but she couldn’t take it anymore and confessed first.

The Police Station was preparing to file charges against her, and Song Yinyin burst into tears, saying she’d call Song Qingtian. After all, as the victim, if Song Qingtian didn’t press charges and signed a letter of forgiveness, the case could be settled.

When Song Qingtian got the call, she was quite surprised—there really was such a thing as a letter of forgiveness.

So she didn’t hesitate: she demanded one million in compensation from Song Yinyin. As long as she paid that sum, the matter would be resolved.

But Song Qingtian also made sure to ask whether the Police Station had disclosed that she’d been taken away by Ling Hanyu—that information was supposed to remain confidential.

Upon hearing that she could be released, Song Yinyin quickly agreed.

Song Qingtian told Song Yinyin straight out: “If you want to pay me, come to my house. If you can’t make it, send someone else—transfer the money to my phone if you must. But I can’t go anywhere. And the police’s letter of forgiveness has to be delivered to my home too, because I’m under house arrest.”

“Why can’t you go out?”

Song Yinyin cried pitifully.

One million was painful—after all, it was one million! She wasn’t even sure her family would be willing to cough up that much. Still, with Zhou Zishan and Kong Yuxiao around, she wasn’t too worried about coming up with the cash.

But Song Qingtian had demanded a full million right off the bat—what a hefty demand! How could she not feel the pinch?

Song Qingtian sighed helplessly: “I’m under house arrest!”

With that, she hung up.

Song Yinyin was momentarily stunned, but then she smiled.

They must have found out.

Fine, a million it is—Song Qingtian, just wait till I get out, and your good days will be over!

End of Chapter 62: Song Yinyin Is Arrested