Chapter 1991: How Do You Clear Your Name

Her explanation sounded perfectly reasonable, and with the video there to back it up, it was practically solid evidence in her favor.

In reality, Song Yuan was nowhere near that selfless—she couldn’t wait for Nan Jiaojiao to get hurt a little, so how could she possibly have really tried to save her.

The truck didn’t tip directly onto the nanny van; there was another sedan that took the hit.

The truck body crashed down on the sedan, jolted from the impact, and the nanny van squeezed in with the momentum. Its body blocked the sedan from view, so the media never caught it. Even if a few shots happened to catch the angle, every photo had already passed through Song Yuan’s hands and been deleted ages ago.

No one would ever know that the real victim was that sedan.

“Where did you get this surveillance footage?” the officer asked.

Song Yuan hurried to answer, “After the crash, the more I thought about it, the more it felt off. Given my special status, maybe they were targeting me, so I…”

“Pfft.”

Chu Yao let out a mocking laugh. “Special status? You’re just a minor celebrity. You make it sound like you’re some foreign head of state. You really are good at talking yourself up.”

Song Yuan’s face burned with embarrassment. She’d always been treated like the center of the universe, backed by the Song family, never needing to curry favor with anyone. This was simply her life experience—she’d just said it like that, what was wrong with that.

She didn’t dare snap back, afraid Chu Yao’s mouth would spit out something even nastier. She didn’t so much as glance in that direction, and ground out, “I asked someone to look into it for me, and luckily managed to get the footage. It proves the truck was overloaded and couldn’t handle the weight, so it tipped—purely an accident.”

“An accident?” Nan Jiaojiao asked. “The tipping was an accident—what about the pileup afterwards? Also an accident?”

“That crash was just the vehicles in front of and behind the truck failing to control their speed in time, causing a chain of rear-end collisions. Also an accident!” Song Yuan’s tone with Nan Jiaojiao was noticeably less pleasant. She rattled off the key points at high speed, the viciousness on her face vanishing in a blink as she gave a little smile. “Jiaojiao, if you don’t understand, then don’t speak out of turn. You’ll affect the officers’ judgment.”

“Oh?”

Nan Jiaojiao wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “Miss Song, this footage isn’t complete, is it? Since your friend could pull the surveillance at all, where’s the full version?”

“There is no full version. What, you think they’ll just show you whatever you want to see? This is public infrastructure, not your personal playground. Even getting this segment took a lot of effort!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s brows lifted slightly, taking in every flicker of panic that flashed across Song Yuan’s face.

She let out a cold laugh under her breath. “Then what about me blocking the ambulance? The video the reporters shot is ironclad. Weren’t you going to help explain things to the public for me? How exactly are you going to whitewash that?”

“You!”

Song Yuan hadn’t expected Nan Jiaojiao to go straight for the throat like that.

And who even asks like that—she was the one who’d done something wrong, the evidence was right there, yet in front of tens of millions watching both livestreams, she still dared to make such shameless demands!

Song Yuan had to draw on immense self-control to hold back a sneer, still maintaining her good temper. “Jiaojiao, you stopping the ambulance was your own action. The reporters captured it crystal clear; there’s no washing that away. I only saw you standing there, refusing to move, so I asked the nurse to bring you into the ambulance. No matter how willful you were being, once I saw it, I wasn’t going to let you make a mistake in a matter this serious. Otherwise wouldn’t that delay the rescue?”

Whoa.

The way she could spin lies with her eyes wide open!

Nan Jiaojiao almost wanted to give her a round of applause.