Chapter 62: Reported
Han Li cried her heart out, accusing Jiang Yu of ruining Han Cheng. She cried so hard that Jiang Yu went from feeling wronged, aggrieved, and angry, to eventually having to comfort her when she was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Miss Han, it’s not that I won’t leave Han Cheng—it’s that he won’t let me leave. If you have any way to make it so Han Cheng can’t find me, I’ll absolutely take the twenty million you gave me and go far, far away.”
“R-really? You’re not… lying to me?” Han Li’s swollen eyes lit up as she asked through sobs.
“Really. Truer than pearls.” Jiang Yu raised three fingers and swore.
“W-wait for me… for a bit.” Han Li sniffled and hung up.
Jiang Yu went on eating the tangerines he hadn’t finished. After a long while, Han Li called back. “If you stay in the country, Han Cheng will find you no matter where you run. I can send you abroad. I have companies overseas—you can work there. I’ll keep an eye on you, and Han Cheng definitely won’t be able to find you.”
“You can really get me out? Then what about my money? If I exchange it for foreign currency, Han Cheng will find out.” Jiang Yu was tempted. But he didn’t want to depend on someone else—having money in hand was the only way to feel secure.
“When you get abroad, I’ll write you a new check—directly in foreign currency.”
“What if you don’t give it to me? Wouldn’t I end up broke? What if you dump me on some foreign street to fend for myself—if I die, no one would even collect my body.”
“I’m not that kind of person. Why are you so suspicious? Are you just pretending so you won’t have to leave?”
“Miss Han isn’t exactly someone I can trust. If you really want to take me away, you have to figure out a way for the money to go with me. Forty million—every cent.”
“Wasn’t it twenty million? You dare raise the price on the spot?”
“I saved twenty million myself. I’m a celebrity, after all. Forty million in total—not a cent less.”
“You’re such a pain. Fine—wait. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you to exchange it for foreign currency, and we’ll leave in the afternoon. Eight o’clock tomorrow morning, I’ll come pick you up personally. Don’t even think about running.”
Han Li hung up fiercely. Suppressing a trace of reluctance in his heart, Jiang Yu hurriedly began packing. Whether or not Han Li could really get him abroad, he’d prepare first.
Afraid Han Cheng might suddenly come back, Jiang Yu didn’t pack much—just all his documents and a few pieces of seasonal clothing.
Han Cheng didn’t return that night. Early the next morning, Han Li drove in at full speed, dragged Jiang Yu to the bank, and after a series of procedures, Jiang Yu’s forty million RMB became 5.9 million in foreign currency.
Back home, Jiang Yu went upstairs to get his luggage. Glancing at Aunt Chen’s puzzled look, he said to Han Li, “Miss Han, let’s go—if we don’t leave now, we won’t be able to.”
Han Li nodded. Suddenly, Jiang Yu’s phone rang. Seeing it was Han Cheng, both of them panicked instantly.
“Answer it. Maybe he just wants to talk to you,” Han Li said, gripping Jiang Yu’s trembling hand and urging him to pick up.
Jiang Yu took a deep breath and tapped the green button. The moment “hello” left his mouth, Han Cheng’s furious roar came through: “If you dare run, I’ll break your legs.”
Jiang Yu jolted and slammed the phone off. He and Han Li stared at each other wide-eyed. Seeing the panic on her face too, Jiang Yu immediately regretted it.
This woman wasn’t reliable either. How had he been blinded by greed and believed her?
Han Cheng’s number rang again. Jiang Yu stared at the phone, not daring to answer. His brain cells were firing at rocket speed, desperately trying to figure out how he could calm Han Cheng down.
The ringing suddenly stopped. The very next second, Han Li’s phone rang as well.
Han Li was so frightened that her face turned pale. Jiang Yu complained, “Miss Han, if you don’t have the capability, don’t drag me down with you. What are we supposed to do now? Han Cheng is this angry—we’re both going to die.”
“Who says I don’t have the capability? Come with me. I’ll rent a private jet if I have to and get you out,” Han Li said, cutting off Han Cheng’s call and grabbing Jiang Yu to make a run for it.
Aunt Chen just stood there holding her phone. She alone couldn’t stop the two of them.
Helpless against Aunt Chen, the snitch, Jiang Yu could only grab his luggage and run even faster than Han Li.
But they didn’t make it out of the villa. Three police cars blocked the gate. More than a dozen uniformed officers poured out, flashing their IDs at Jiang Yu. “Are you Jiang Yu?”
“Yes, that’s me.” Jiang Yu nodded, confused.
“We’ve received a report that you’re hiding drugs in your home. We’re conducting a lawful search now. Please cooperate.”
“You do drugs too?!” Han Li stared at Jiang Yu in shock.
“Of course not. This is a false accusation,” Jiang Yu denied it at once. This kind of thing wasn’t something you could take the blame for lightly—it could be fatal.
“Whether it’s a false accusation or not, we’ll know after the search.” The senior officer spoke righteously. With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen officers entered Jiang Yu’s home.
Jiang Yu was escorted back inside by the officer. Han Li tried to leave but was also detained as a suspected accomplice.
“I told you you’re a jinx—nothing good ever comes from getting involved with you. Han Cheng spends so much money keeping you, and you still pull this crooked crap. Can’t you behave yourself for once? You slut—ptui.” Han Li spat at Jiang Yu’s feet, her disgust deepening.
“My lips are red, my teeth are white, I’m beautiful as a flower—and I’ve got three layers of fat on me. Do I look like someone who does drugs? This is absolutely slander. Officer, I want to sue whoever reported me for false accusation—no, this is attempted murder.”
Jiang Yu was both furious and anxious. Which bastard was so immoral as to smear him with hiding drugs? Was this something you could just make up? If they’d said he was being kept by someone, he wouldn’t have argued a single word.
“If you want to countersue, we first have to clarify your situation. Calm down. If you’re truly innocent, we won’t wrong you.”
The officer calmly took out a cigarette, glanced at Jiang Yu, and asked, “Mind if I smoke?”
“I don’t mind,” Jiang Yu shook his head.
With a loud bang from upstairs, the noise of the search on the second floor grew heavier. The officer frowned slightly and said to Jiang Yu, “If any furniture is damaged, you can take photos. We’ll compensate you.”
“No need. As long as you can prove my innocence.”
Suddenly, two officers rushed down from the second floor, holding a bag of white powder.
They glared at Jiang Yu with righteous fury and reported to the senior officer, “Captain, we found it. Under a wardrobe in a second-floor bedroom. We had to move the wardrobe to get it.”
The officer took the bag, opened it, rubbed some of the powder between his fingers, and sniffed it. His expression turned grave as he looked at Jiang Yu. “You’ll have to come with us. This bag alone weighs about two jin. If you don’t give us a proper explanation, this is enough to get you the death penalty.”
“Death penalty?! What is this? I really don’t know!” Jiang Yu’s head buzzed at the words.
He just wanted to go abroad—how had it turned into the death penalty? Who on earth was trying to kill him?
“We’ll talk about it back at the station.” The officer snapped a pair of handcuffs onto Jiang Yu’s wrists.
Han Li was implicated as well and taken to the police station along with him.
After forensic confirmation, the substance found in Jiang Yu’s home was indeed drugs. The officers had been wearing body cameras during the search, so the evidence was solid.
Jiang Yu was locked in an interrogation room. Waves of officers questioned him—some harsh and aggressive, others gentle and coaxing—keeping him awake for twenty-four hours straight, interrogating him nonstop, trying to get him to reveal the gang behind it while he was exhausted.
But Jiang Yu truly had no idea where that bag of white powder had come from. After twenty-four hours without sleep, his mind grew foggy, and he could only repeat unconsciously that he didn’t know.
When he finally passed out, he couldn’t help thinking of Han Cheng. His mouth trembled, overwhelming grievance flooding his chest, and he couldn’t stop himself from calling softly, “Han Cheng… save me.”
