Can We Say No to Divorce?

Chapter 828 - 578: Extra—Drunken Dreams of Dissipation (Part 2)

Song Xuyao said calmly: "Are you interrogating me now? Am I a suspect? Do I need a witness or something?"

"You slept with a woman!" Zhuo Yufeng said.

"That’s normal, I have needs!" Song Xuyao remained very composed, "On the contrary, you like her but don’t dare to admit it. Did you go to see Lu Xiao last night?"

"You’re not in the major crime unit, how did you see through that?" Zhuo Yufeng looked a bit awkward.

At this moment, Lu Xiao came over, "Good morning, Zhuo Sir, Song Sir! I’ve informed Xiaoyan, but she hasn’t arrived yet!"

This morning, someone reported a case; a young man lay dead on the mountain. As soon as Song Xuyao saw the photo, he said it was one of his informants.

Thus, the major crime unit came.

Song Xuyao came too.

At this moment, Qiao Xiaoyan hadn’t arrived.

Song Xuyao glanced at the road entrance; they had gone out together this morning.

It’s just that she drove her car and he drove his.

No matter how they slept together at night, when the morning sun rises, they go their separate ways.

This has always been their way of interacting, and he felt there was nothing wrong with it.

Soon, Qiao Xiaoyan’s car arrived; she got out and walked over carrying a toolbox.

"Good morning! Zhuo Sir, Song Sir... Xiao..." Qiao Xiaoyan greeted her colleagues one by one.

"Morning, Xiaoyan..." Zhuo Yufeng nodded.

Song Xuyao also glanced at her, with a formal expression: "Morning!"

No matter how passionate they had been last night, at this moment both returned to calmness.

Qiao Xiaoyan began examining the body, reporting as she spoke: "The liver mortis on the deceased indicates the time of death was approximately between 1 and 3 AM. This was post-mortem disposal, not the primary crime scene. The deceased was beaten to death, possibly in revenge, or to obtain information..."

Upon hearing this, Song Xuyao’s eyebrows furrowed.

Before Qiao Xiaoyan could finish, Song Xuyao strode out and drove off.

To Qiao Xiaoyan, it was clear that Song Xuyao’s presence here was closely tied to the major crime unit.

After a while, all personnel returned to the police station.

Qiao Xiaoyan quickly performed an autopsy and then brought it to the meeting room.

In today’s meeting room, there were Zhuo Yufeng and Song Xuyao sitting.

Song Xuyao said: "This case falls under our major crime unit; the dead man was my informant, I must get to the bottom of this."

Zhuo Yufeng said: "As long as the boss agrees, you can handle it."

Qiao Xiaoyan arrived at the door and saw them discussing the matter; once Song Xuyao saw her with the report, he said, "Come in!"

Qiao Xiaoyan handed him the report, and Song Xuyao opened it to read: "Yang Ding had three small packets of contraband stuffed... before death and endured an hour of beating, with tape marks on his mouth, his liver and spleen ruptured..."

Song Xuyao closed the file: "They aren’t after information; this is a provocation against the police. They must have known Yang Ding was my informant!"

Zhuo Yufeng received a call from upstairs, then said: "Old Song, the top doesn’t agree to let you handle this, I’ll take over!"

"Why?" Song Xuyao’s eyes hardened, "Yang Ding died so miserably; they casually find someone to take the fall, yet those bastards who commit crimes every day make money without conscience, and trample on lives."

"Precisely because of your current situation," Zhuo Yufeng said gravely, "As a police officer, anyone’s death would elicit emotions, but because he was your informant, the top is concerned you shouldn’t be directly involved, so please don’t intervene."

Song Xuyao strode out and slammed the door shut.

Qiao Xiaoyan hadn’t spoken throughout, but she could sense the anger in Song Xuyao’s heart; he truly wanted to be a good cop—at least he wanted to catch all the bad guys, especially those who harm others with crime.

Zhuo Yufeng glanced at Qiao Xiaoyan, "You should go check on him!"

"Why should I?" Qiao Xiaoyan said calmly.

Zhuo Yufeng stood up and walked to her side; she gazed at him, sensing that Zhuo Yufeng was easy going but also made her feel seen through at this moment.

Nevertheless, Zhuo Yufeng didn’t say it outright; he just said: "We’re colleagues, take care of each other."

Old foxes are old foxes; they may see through things but never reveal them!

A man didn’t go home to change clothes; aside from performing duties, he spent the night at another woman’s place.

There’s never been another woman by Song Xuyao’s side!

Qiao Xiaoyan still looked at him calmly: "What he needs now isn’t concern, but a release!"

Her tone shifted and she said, "I’ll go see if there’s any other clue."

Zhuo Yufeng shrugged; it seems those involved aren’t worried!

What’s the hurry?

That night, Song Xuyao led a team to sweep the venues, putting the entire KTV bar nightclub out of business.

As Qiao Xiaoyan had mentioned, he needed to release!

And these venues, regular checks, were his outlet.

At the HY bar, the manager refused him entry to inspect, Song Xuyao reached out and pushed, and the goons below shouted, "Police are hitting people... Police are hitting people..."

Song Xuyao decisively stepped on his chest, "I just hit you, so what? Open the door! If you don’t, I’ll shoot!"

"Then you might as well just kill me!" This lackey retorted defiantly.

Song Xuyao pulled out his pistol, loaded it, and with a "bang," shot at the door of the room.

His men charged in with their guns raised, while the people inside returned fire. For a moment, gunshots echoed continuously... "bang bang bang."

It turned out that transactions were going on inside the room, which was why they didn’t want to open the door.

Song Xuyao instructed his subordinates to protect him while firing back. He shielded a newly transferred subordinate who had never seen such a scenario before, feeling as if he were in a television show!

He pushed the subordinate aside with one hand and quickly returned fire. The subordinate’s legs were weak and unable to move.

While firing back, Song Xuyao reached out and pulled his subordinate into the relative safety of a cupboard.

After the fierce battle, three suspects were killed and two incapacitated.

"Take them all back!" Song Xuyao waved his hand broadly, "Seal off this bar!"

His leg was also injured from protecting the newly transferred subordinate.

The subordinate looked at him, "I’m sorry, Song Sir..."

"Transfer to the clerical team!" Song Xuyao said mercilessly, "Since you’re not willing to risk your life, others will only take yours..."

Afterwards, he returned to the police station to interrogate the two survivors.

Through a night of intense interrogation, they identified Jiangshan as the kingpin behind City A.

Zhuo Yufeng arrived at the interrogation room, only to see the place in disarray and quite a bit of blood, with someone cleaning the scene.

Lighting a cigarette, he headed to the major crimes unit to find Song Xuyao, who was drinking instant coffee.

"Old Song, we need to talk!" Zhuo Yufeng said seriously.

Song Xuyao clearly understood why he came to him, "This is my style, what’s there to talk about?"

"You can’t use such interrogation tactics," Zhuo Yufeng said softly.

Song Xuyao felt he was justified, "Why can’t I?"

"You..." Zhuo Yufeng sighed, "You’re a police officer, not a judge of life and death!"

"Of course, I remember I’m a police officer; if I didn’t, all five of them would be dead!" Song Xuyao calmly drank a sip of coffee.

Zhuo Yufeng noticed his mood wasn’t good and saw blood on Guan Chi’s leg, "You’ve been busy all night; aren’t you going to the hospital?"

"It’s starting to hurt a bit now!" Song Xuyao looked at the bloodstains on his leg and mocked himself, "Please take me over!"

"Let’s go!" Zhuo Yufeng supported him as they headed to the parking lot.

On their way downstairs, they encountered Qiao Xiaoyan walking past.

Qiao Xiaoyan wore a clean, neat suit with her hair neatly tied up. She glanced at the injured Song Xuyao and then lowered her eyes indifferently.

Zhuo Yufeng stopped momentarily, and Song Xuyao also noticed Qiao Xiaoyan. During the day, they appeared unfamiliar, cold and distant.

Of course, he wouldn’t deliberately try to know her better.

He patted Zhuo Yufeng’s shoulder, gesturing for him to continue supporting him.

After Zhuo Yufeng helped Song Xuyao away, Qiao Xiaoyan moved forward while hearing people talk about the achievements of the major crimes unit.

She stood by the window, watched Zhuo Yufeng drive away with Song Xuyao, and remained silent while staring into the distance.

Hospital.

Zhuo Yufeng delivered Song Xuyao and then left due to an urgent matter.

"Can you manage on your own?" Zhuo Yufeng asked with his phone in hand.

Song Xuyao nodded, "No problem! Go handle your business!"

After Zhuo Yufeng left, Song Xuyao went to the emergency department. Limping, he made his way over, and after his gunshot wound was treated, the doctor instructed him to rest in bed.

"I don’t have time!" Song Xuyao said as he was about to leave and then turned around, suddenly noticing a familiar figure.

He was momentarily stunned, as if the moments were replaying like slow-motion scenes in a movie.

He couldn’t believe that the woman standing before him was actually...

"Chenxi..." he softly called out.

So many times during midnight dreams, he couldn’t forget this name.

What does it mean to not forget? It means still holding onto it in his heart.

Even though years have passed, he still can’t forget.

His mind was filled with images of Song Chenxi’s every smile and frown, pulling at his nerves and irresistibly making him recall the past.

As he stood there, thinking of Song Chenxi, the woman before his eyes had already disappeared.

He looked around and didn’t see any trace of her.

He assumed he was seeing things, feeling somewhat defeated as he walked out.

Upon just exiting the hospital, Aunt Tian came calling from afar, "Xuyao... Xuyao..."