Heaven Spares No One

"The Police Station has already opened a case. They said they'll deal with it immediately."

"A Ze, do you think your video did the trick? So clever. Your sister loves you to death."

"Forget that for now. Are you coming tonight?"

"No. Dancing all day wore me out. What would I go there for?"

"To attend to me in bed."

"Get lost."

His sister hung up.

Qin Ze breathed a sigh of relief. Even without that video, he believed the old man's connections would have resolved this matter, though it might have been troublesome. He couldn't understand what Wang Guomin had been thinking. Did he think he could cover the sky with one hand? But people were like that. Once they held power, their mentality swelled. And since it involved his own nephew, he had taken a desperate gamble and pulled a dangerous stunt.

Eleven in the morning, Finance University.

Professor Li had classes that morning and hadn't come to the classroom. The group had gotten rather lax. One girl scrolled through her phone, then after a long while, cried out, "Hey, hey, have you guys seen the video? The one that's been causing such a huge fuss lately... the police scandal." She had given it a name herself.

"I've heard about it, but work's been too busy these past few days. I haven't had time to follow it. My Moments feed was flooded with it yesterday, and it still is today," a boy said with a laugh.

The girl took a deep breath. "Then you definitely haven't seen the video. Holy shit, it's Qin Ze. It's Qin Ze! The person who got stabbed was Qin Ze."

The entire classroom fell silent for a moment. Then an uproar broke out. "No way."

"Qin Ze was the one who got stabbed? So he didn't come because he was injured?"

"Professor Li didn't even say anything..."

"Where's the video? Let me see it. Hurry, let me see."

The girl was just as shocked. "I'll send it to the group. Take a look."

Everyone clicked to watch. The video was tilted, probably secretly filmed. The background was a hospital room. A middle-aged police officer entered, followed by an aggressive-looking middle-aged man and woman.

"I want to see your ID."

"Jiangwan Police Station officer, Comrade Wang Guomin, right? Ask whatever you want to ask."

The moment they heard the opening exchange in the video, they knew for certain that it was Qin Ze.

Then came the statement-taking. Finance University student, Qin Ze.

That was right. It really was him.

The classroom fell quiet. Everyone lowered their heads and watched the video. At first, they felt surprise, curiosity, and the urge to gossip. But after watching it through, they were all filled with righteous indignation.

This was bullying beyond measure.

So what if they had connections? Did having connections mean they could stab someone? And then fucking bite back and demand medical expenses?

From a psychological perspective, this was "empathy with the weak." If some lowly police officer could act this outrageously, what would happen if it happened to them? Once they put themselves in that position, the anger and fear in their hearts exploded.

Curses rang through the classroom. "There are so many scumbags these days."

"This is too much. It's simply unforgivable."

"Hmph, a black sheep like that should be held accountable."

"Let's report it online."

Yang Chen was the only one who didn't join in. His eyes flickered.

Amid the discussion, it became eleven-thirty. Professor Li pushed open the door and entered. Light glinted sharply off his glasses as he swept his gaze across the room and said sternly, "What's going on? Why are you making such a racket?"

A girl said sweetly, "Professor, we were discussing Qin Ze's situation. We only just found out."

Professor Li nodded and sighed along with her topic. "Black sheep are always unavoidable..."

"You've all done very well these past few days. Sunday is the deadline, which means we don't have much time left together. Let me wish all of you bright futures..." Professor Yang gave an impassioned speech from the podium.

"The leaders of each of your groups have been outstanding. Yang Chen, your academic level is excellent. I think very highly of you, and I hope you'll stay grounded and forge your own future."

Yang Chen stood up, smiling broadly. "Thank you, Professor. I will."

Yang Chen was glowing with joy. He had stayed up late last night to finish the progress Qin Ze had fallen behind on, and Professor Li had praised him that morning. Without Qin Ze as an obstacle, his status had been restored. Once the modeling was complete, he would receive his first payday from the internship. By his estimate, it would be five or six thousand. That would make up for the huge expense from the day before yesterday.

Today was Thursday. In three more days, everyone would part ways.

Everyone applauded, some hopeful, some wistful.

Professor Li pressed his hand down, and the classroom immediately quieted. Just as he was about to say, "Go have lunch, everyone," there came two loud bangs on the classroom door.

Wang Shiyu, the glasses-wearing girl, sat closest to the door and usually served as the "doorkeeper." She stood up to open it, then froze when she saw two officers in uniform.

One officer said, "Excuse me, is Yang Chen here?"

Everyone in the classroom turned to look.

Police officers?

What were police officers doing here?

"Y-Yes." Wang Shiyu turned back to look at Yang Chen, whose face had suddenly gone pale.

The two officers walked into the classroom. The older one pulled out his credentials and said gravely, "Yang Chen, correct? Please show us your ID."

Yang Chen took his ID card from his bag. Throughout the whole process, his face was deathly pale, completely bloodless.

"You are now suspected of instigating a crime. Come with us." The officer glanced at it, returned the ID card to him, and put away his own credentials.

The other officer took out handcuffs and moved to cuff Yang Chen.

Yang Chen suddenly jerked backward to evade him, muttering, "I didn't break the law. I didn't break the law. What right do you have to arrest me?"

His eyes were full of terror, like a rat driven into a corner.

"Behave yourself. Come with us." The officer pressed down on his shoulder and swiftly snapped the handcuffs onto him.

Everyone in the classroom stared in stunned disbelief, utterly shocked by the scene.

What was going on?

They had just been lamenting Qin Ze's case, and now another incident had happened right in front of them.

What had Yang Chen done? Instigating a crime?

Everyone present was a college student and knew at least a little about the law. The fact that he had been handcuffed meant he would be held criminally liable.

Professor Li's face darkened. As a university professor, he couldn't simply turn a blind eye. "Officers, what crime did my student commit?"

The older officer glanced at him. His attitude was fairly polite as he explained, "We suspect him of instigating a crime. The case that's been making a huge stir online lately, where the Hongkou Police Station captain shielded an armed assailant—the person who committed the armed assault has confessed that he was instructed by Yang Chen, a graduating student from Finance University's Finance Department."

Professor Li was stunned.

The students present were stunned.

For a moment, they found the news hard to process. Yang Chen had ordered someone to stab Qin Ze? Over such a trivial matter? How narrow-minded did someone have to be?

Although Qin Ze and Yang Chen didn't get along very well, to be honest, they had never had any real conflict. They had barely even spoken. If they had to name any grudge between them, it was that Qin Ze had replaced Yang Chen at work. But Yang Chen had neglected his duties first. What did that have to do with Qin Ze?

All the students turned their eyes toward Yang Chen in unison, almost all wearing the same expression: They had never expected him to be this kind of person.

Yang Chen's heart turned to ashes.

At five in the afternoon, Qin Baobao got off work an hour early. She went home first and put away the dance clothes that needed washing. She didn't dare bring them to the hospital; it would be troublesome if old mom saw them. After spending half an hour showering, she changed into a white short-sleeved T-shirt with Funny Bro printed across the chest, paired with pale white jeans that hugged her round, firm butt. The outline of her long legs was displayed to perfection.

Qin Baobao's figure was already eye-catching enough. Add Funny Bro, which made nine out of ten men grin knowingly, and she drew even more looks. Naturally, Qin Baobao would never buy a T-shirt like this herself. Qin Ze had given it to her.

Qin Ze had bought it for her last year. He had said, "Sis, sis, I saw a T-shirt online. It was absolutely tailor-made for you."

Qin Baobao had been delighted to hear that, thinking, little brother still thinks of me after all.

A few days later, the package arrived.

Qin Baobao rolled her eyes and said, "Tailor-made my ass. Go die."

But it was rare for her little brother to buy her clothes, so Qin Baobao reluctantly accepted it.

Taking the elevator down to the residential complex's parking garage, she caught her reflection in Little BMW's window. Seeing Funny Bro stretched over her chest and looking even more lewd, Qin Baobao spat lightly and somewhat regretted wearing this T-shirt out.

Qin Baobao arrived at the hospital at six-thirty. Her mother was in the restroom washing her brother's underwear, while her brother lay in bed playing on his computer. He looked up at her. "You're here."

Qin Baobao tossed her bag onto the sofa, flopped down stiffly, and stretched with a drawn-out groan. "So tired."

"You sit in an office all day. What's so tiring about that?" her mother's nagging voice came from the restroom.

The siblings exchanged a smile. This was their secret.

Qin Ze felt that the greatest benefit of his sister practicing singing and dancing was that her figure had become increasingly sexy and slender. Qin Baobao had never had much excess fat before, but her lower belly had been soft. When she stretched just now, the bit of abdomen she revealed was firm and toned. Before long, she would probably develop a mermaid line.

A genuine slender waist.

"Mom, when are we going home?" Qin Baobao called toward the restroom.

She had come to the hospital to take her mother home.

With finals approaching, the students' studies couldn't be neglected. The old man had also been exhausted by his son's situation, so the task of picking up and dropping off her mother naturally fell to his daughter.

"Not for a while yet. Talk to your brother first," Qin's mother replied.