This is a bustling downtown area, with so many police officers, surrounding him alone, drawing the attention of many onlookers.
Many people recognized him; they whispered among themselves and pointed fingers.
Gu Yixuan also knew that this was not the time to come off strong.
"Can I make a phone call?" he asked.
"No, you must come with us immediately and not contact anyone," the officer said decisively.
"Is that so?" Gu Yixuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression darkening.
This was a sign of his anger and displeasure.
Knowing not to provoke him, the officer asked, "Who do you want to call?"
"My wife, do you have a problem with that?" he asked indifferently, raising an eyebrow.
"You can make the call."
Gu Yixuan took out his phone and dialed Mo Ran’s number, "Ranran, something came up suddenly, and I’m afraid I will have to come home late, so don’t wait up for me, okay?"
"Ah?" Mo Ran sounded a bit disappointed, "Alright, you go ahead with your work. Will you come back tonight?" For original chapters go to N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
"Mhm. If I return late tonight, remember to sleep early."
"Got it." She had thought she’d be waiting for his proposal today; it seemed that was not going to happen.
"Also, I have already bought the ring and will propose to you when I get back."
Mo Ran’s mood suddenly improved, "Actually... there’s no hurry..."
"But I can’t wait..." Gu Yixuan clenched the ring in his hand, a faint smile on his lips, "That’s it then, I’ll hang up and contact you later."
After he hung up the phone, the smile that had just appeared on his face immediately vanished, his eyes no longer warm. In their place was a cold sharpness.
"Let’s go. But I’ll drive my car."
The officer pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Okay."
Two police cars sandwiched the sports car, driving toward the police station.
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Mo Yan waited at home for a long time, and Gu Yixuan still hadn’t returned by the time she went to bed. His phone was off when she called.
She felt increasingly uneasy, worried that something might have happened to him.
She tossed and turned restlessly all night, and he still hadn’t returned.
Mo Yan sat in the living room with a paleness to her face, ceaselessly dialing his number.
Suddenly, her phone rang. She grabbed it hastily, hoping it was Gu Yixuan, but it was Mo Yan.
Picking up the call listlessly, Mo Yan’s voice held a weary note, "Sister, what’s up?"