Chapter 685: Who Touched Her

Bo Yanching left.

Bo Shuxian remained seated until the cigarette burned out and extinguished itself.

He stared at the black smoke curling around his fingertips, dazed for a moment, then suddenly felt a heaviness in his body.

Depressed, he slumped and elbowed his knees, fingers interwoven through his hair, clenching tighter and tighter until his scalp ached.

Resentment?

Hatred?

He had both.

But the upbringing Bo Shuxian had since childhood, along with the gentleness in his bones, really made it difficult for him to be harsh to a woman.

This marriage ended in unhappy separation, so mortifying.

He had his own faults.

If he had been aware of Zhou Zining’s feelings earlier, he would never have touched her, much less married her.

Nightfall.

After the first snow, several more had fallen.

The temperature in Rongcheng City kept dropping.

Even in a car with the heating on, it was still chilling to the bones.

Bo Yanching rested her forehead against the car window, dozing for a while.

She was so tired, yet when she closed her eyes, there was not a hint of sleepiness.

Her phone turned over in her hand several times, occasionally hitting the power button, and the screen briefly lit up.

The message sent to Han Chuan was left three hours ago.

Only two short sentences.

“Keep the person.”

“I’m coming.”

The car arrived at the police station, which was brightly lit.

Yaen Chi was in the hall, talking to an officer.

He would handle everything that followed, including all the surveillance around the warehouse and at Hot Spring Villa.

If the police wanted to access it, they had to get Yaen Chi’s consent.

He simply came over directly with several technicians to help restore the surveillance.

When Bo Yanching entered, Yaen Chi was holding a cup of tea.

He turned his head to say a couple of words to someone, pretended to blow the thin layer of tea on the surface to the other side, and was just about to sip when he caught sight of Bo Yanching.

Yaen Chi put down the teacup, “I’m here, why did you come?”

Bo Yanching asked, “Where is the person locked up?”

The playful smile at the corner of Yaen Chi’s mouth dissipated in an instant, “The third room.”

Bo Yanching stepped forward, and Yaen Chi followed behind, whispering, “We’ve rounded up everyone.

They’re all here.

Han Che was ruthless.

You told him not to touch those people, but when they were handed over to the police, there were many injuries that didn’t show.

Be cautious with your actions; we need them alive to testify in court.”

Bang.

The door shut in front of them, almost hitting Yaen Chi’s nose.

He leaned back slightly, thought carefully about Bo Yanching’s complexion, and couldn’t help but click his tongue, “Something big is going to happen.”

Realizing this, Yaen Chi went directly to find someone who could cover the situation.

It wouldn’t be easy; although Li Jian hadn’t revealed his identity, as long as he was around, he had authority over the people in Rongcheng City.

You have to reach out a bit further to cover Li Jian’s eyes too.

Click!

How good he was, like a virtuous helper.

Inside the interrogation room.

Bo Yanching glanced at the surveillance camera on the wall.

He lit a cigarette, his fingers leisurely tapping the cigarette body, as a section of ash fell to the ground along his pant leg.

Those cold and deep eyes scanned the faces of the people before him, one grid at a time.

Immediately, someone couldn’t withstand the pressure.

As soon as they caught his gaze, they knelt down and begged for mercy, “It’s got nothing to do with us, we just took the job for the money.

It was that woman who hired us.

We agreed because the pay was good.

Besides, she only said it was to kidnap a woman, to scare her a bit.

She never said we should force…”

The word “rape” was still in his mouth when suddenly a fist came crashing into his face.

He was thrown two meters away, hitting the wall before collapsing, pain wrenching through his insides as if they had shifted.

Bo Yanching, with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, had eyes half-closed, both cold and sinister, his eyebrows and eyes exuding reckless ferocity.

“Who touched her?”