Feng Ru (38)

Na Yu was driven home by that aloof guy a few minutes before 11 pm. She couldn't remember how the heck she got inside the house and into her room. But it was clear in her memories that there was an inerasable smile on her face all night long which taught her quite the unforgettable lesson.

'Never in my wildest dream did I see myself almost ending up with facial-paralysis for smiling too much. Fatal. Being too excited is fatal... Haha...'

...

It was on the next morning, around 6 am, two people in the city had to wake up massaging their aching cheeks - Tang Lan and Na Yu. However, while the latter did so for a weird reason and with eyes glowing from delight, the former did the same simply due to the searing pain. It was accompanied by a loud smacking sound that also almost deafened her. 

"Gasps!" Tang Lan finally woke up. She was bound to a chair inside a dimly lit room and the exposed part of her body had several wounds, cuts, and bruises on them.

Apparent from her face swollen red, the slap which jostled her awake was actually not the first she received. Both her cheeks still had handprints belonging to various people. It would simply make one wonder when she got these and just how strong the slaps were in order to leave those marks.

'Damn, I'm hurting everywhere! What the hell happened to me? Why am I rope-bound in this chair?' 

When she came to her senses and saw that there was only one person in the room, her barely opened eyes blinked a couple of times before bulging out of their sockets. 

"S-sis Ying?" Great disbelief was in her tone. 'It's her who slapped me earlier? Why? Just to wake me up?'

Song Wuying, the pretty and tall female police officer in charge of guarding Tang Lan, was her acquaintance. Though she was also her rival in love and one of those giving her the most headaches among Gu Feng's truckloads of admirers.

However, between the two of them, only she was aware that they were rival. It was because while Song Wuying blatantly showed her fascination for the man, Tang Lan hid hers, making moves only whenever there were no prying eyes around. Through this way, she managed to maintain her friendship with the other woman, fishing out information from time and time which she also took advantage in order to get close to Gu Feng. 

What had gone wrong this time? 

"W-why am I here? And what happened to me? I, I was supposed to be with my boyfriend. His name is He Chen, and we're dining with my friends and his bandmates."

Tang Lan disregarded the sneer on the female officer's face and described what she could remember. She told her the name of the restaurant and the approximate time she was there. If not for Song Wuying getting impatient, the female lead would have started describing the food they ordered, what kind of band Pesticide was, and her history with the main vocalist. 

"Here! See for yourself what you did!" The phone was shoved in the female lead's miserable-looking face.

Tang Lan was forcefully made to watch the video playing there. The policewoman kindly reminded her of the stupidity she did in that famous restaurant, even summarizing, "... Actually, everything I said boiled down to a single line. You simply courted death."

The favored darling of heaven started shaking her head when she regained her senses. 

"No! No! There must be some sort of mistake here! T-that's not me! I don't have any recollection doing any of those outrageous things!!! That's not me!!!" 

"Tch. Whatever."

'The person several higher-ups and influential people had petitioned to be jailed for at least twenty years had now awakened. It's time to call the others here. After all, the criminal is being eyed by VIPs. Her interrogation session should at least be witnessed by the chief.'

Song Wuying ignored her screams of denial and phoned her superior.

To be honest, Song Wuying originally had nothing against Tang Lan, but she hated criminals, so since Tang Lan was already proven as one... plus she did something quite unforgivable to her just yesterday, she had no choice but be rough with her treatment. 

Meanwhile, Tang Lan kept shouting, "Sis Ying! Sis Ying! Untie me, please! L-let me explain! I'm sure that person is not me! Believe me! I'm a writer and it's normal for us to do all sorts of research and to be a bit knowledgeable in various fields. I have recognized several important personalities among the victims! There's no way I'll do something as crazy as assaulting them!"

In front of her, Song Wuying turned and flipped her hair, then replied, "Oh? Sorry, you already did."

"N-no, l-listen to me. I'm telling the truth. Even if you give me the guts of a leopard, I won't dare do that! T-there's also that lunatic's strength. It's so unnatural! There's no way my thin arms and slender body frame will let me throw a sumo wrestler-like fatty outside the restaurant! I'm sure I'm being framed!"

She received an eye roll from the policewoman, lifting her exposed arm wrapped in white.

"Stop bluffing, Tang Lan. I'm one of those who personally subdued you and escorted you here. See the bandage on my upper arm? You repeatedly stabbed that part with a damn fork! The strength you exhibited that time is indeed very strange and does not conform with your character and physique. So it's suspected that you are under the influence of an illegal substance! Once my colleagues arrive, we'll begin the interrogation and then proceed to the drug test!"

'What?!'

'I only slept for more or less eight hours. How come the world changed so much?'

'Wait, she's saying I managed to hurt a trained police officer like her? I, a mere civilian, did? Who is she kidding?'

Her eyes were wide and while looking like she was having trouble breathing, she protested, "Miss Officer Song Wuying, stop this farce already! Please, even if somebody did inflict injuries on you, it can't be me! I'm a weak woman. I am innocent and most of all, not a drug addict!!!"