"No need, I’ll be out in the afternoon anyway, why bother." Lin Mubai continued looking at the file in his hand, his voice indifferent.
Han Xiayang was finally starved for 24 hours at the police station, without missing a single second.
During this time, he was repeatedly disappointed, and ultimately turned to furious: "These damn bastards, surely they’re all outside watching the show. I’ll make them pay once I’m out."
When he was escorted out of the detention room, he saw the cold-tempered female officer again, who looked at him smugly and said, "How does it feel to be starved for 24 hours? Let’s see if you dare to hit a woman again next time."
Indeed, it left quite an impression. If he could resist, Han Xiayang now just wanted to strangle the arrogant woman in front of him. For a full 24 hours, she didn’t give him a single bite to eat, not even a drop of water, and sleeping was out of the question. The small detention room only had a square stool without a backrest. He had once dozed off on it, just as he was in a muddled sleep, his body fell directly to the ground. Up to now, his head still had two large bumps, and the culprit of all this was the hateful woman in front of him.
As Han Xiayang’s cold gaze fell on her, he asked, "What’s your name?"
Knowing full well he intended to remember her name for future revenge, the policewoman remained indifferent: "Remember, I stand and change not my name, sit and change not my surname, Shen Mengqi, no father, no mother, no siblings." The implication was that she wasn’t afraid of him seeking revenge.
For some reason, upon hearing she was an orphan, the anger inside him vanished instantly. Just as he was dazed, she turned to leave the detention room, walked a few steps, then turned back to see the man still sitting on the stool and hadn’t followed, a flash of impatience appeared in her eyes again: "Not leaving? Want to stay here for a few more days?"
Han Xiayang immediately snapped back from his stupor, hearing he might have to stay here longer. He quickly stood up to follow her, but because he hadn’t eaten or slept for a long time, his vision went black, and he fell to the ground, the expected pain spreading as anticipated, and he couldn’t help but moan.
While he sat on the ground moaning, the distant figure unexpectedly walked back to him, gazing down at him, sneering disdainfully: "Don’t ever say you’re a man again, you look more like a useless waste. You have one minute, if you don’t get up, you’ll stay here for another 24 hours."
Knowing how to protect himself, Han Xiayang understood better than anyone. Enduring the pain from his body, he quickly followed her. On the way to the office, his resentful gaze fell on the back of her head, unable to help thinking: "Are women in today’s society all mutants? One An Nan was enough, and now there’s Shen Mengqi. How can men survive in this world?"
Just like that, he couldn’t muster any more hatred from earlier.
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Han Xiayang’s voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for the person walking in front to hear, but not clear enough to catch what he said. As Shen Mengqi turned around, Han Xiayang didn’t notice and bumped into her, first feeling the softness on his lips, then hearing the crisp sound of a slap.