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Who would have thought he really was a big fish, involved in the sex trade and abusing women?

[Check their basement too. There'll be a surprise.]

The police officer took a deep breath, then said, half believing and half doubting, "Check the basement too."

The person on the other end worked very fast. In the few minutes everyone spent eagerly munching on gossip, a reply had already come through. "There's an underground casino in the basement!"

[There shouldn't be anything else to investigate, except Wang Xiaoshuai's office...]

"Check Wang Xiaoshuai's office too."

Song Shiwei was utterly bewildered when she heard the officer. How was this policeman like a roundworm in her belly?

"Xiao Rong! You've made a huge contribution this time. Wang Xiaoshuai's office has several kilograms of drugs hidden in it-the ones that recently disappeared in Yanjing." The voice on the other end was extremely excited, and Xiao Rong grew excited too.

He looked at Song Shiwei as though she had saved his life. "Miss Song, thank you. You've really made a huge contribution this time."

[Please don't act like that, Officer. You're scaring me.]

"Well, we still have a case to question people about today. In a few days, our station will pay you a special visit to thank you and present you with a silk banner." Xiao Rong spoke without leaving any room for argument.

[Huh? What did I do??] Song Shiwei's bewildered inner voice rang out.

Meanwhile, all the gossip-munching onlookers silently turned toward Song Shiwei. Girl, did you have any idea what a huge contribution you'd made today?

Wang Xiaoshuai was now lying unconscious on the floor. The two officers easily hauled him up and dragged him out like a dead pig. "Wang Datou, as both a victim's family member and a victim yourself, you also need to come to the station to help us take a statement."

"All right. I still have something to take care of. I'll be there right afterward." President Wang's face seemed to have aged ten years, and he looked much more weathered. Even his voice lacked its earlier force.

The officers nodded and dragged Wang Xiaoshuai out, leaving behind a roomful of gossip-munchers stunned by one juicy revelation after another.

President Wang took a deep breath, his gaze involuntarily turning toward Song Shiwei. His eyes were slightly red. "Miss Song, I'm sorry."

[What are you apologizing to me for? Has this old geezer been shocked stupid? Weren't you just calling me a country bumpkin!! I won't forgive you.] Song Shiwei wore a bright smile, but inwardly she was utterly confused.

"I really was a fool before. You've made me see exactly what sort of thing I am," President Wang said sincerely. "This is a small token of my appreciation. Please consider it compensation for my offensive words earlier."

As Song Shiwei looked at the bank card suddenly thrust into her hands, an even longer string of question marks flashed across her face. [Why has he suddenly stopped mocking me and started apologizing and giving me money instead? This old geezer, President Wang, is actually pretty nice.]

[I like this kind of compensation!!!] Song Shiwei let out a shrill explosion of sound in her mind to express her delight, while President Wang finally saw all the information that had been pixelated earlier.

[This Wang Xiaoshuai really is something. He and Li Nana teamed up with the family doctor to switch President Wang's medicine. On his way to Quanxi Village to bring his son home, President Wang suddenly had a heart attack. After taking the medicine, he completely lost control and drove off a cliff with his poor sucker of a son. Neither survived. How awful. Wang Xiaoshuai also poisoned Li Nana, and she later died from it too. How awful.]

President Wang took a deep breath, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes. His son wasn't dead yet. That meant he still had a chance to see his son.

Watching Song Shiwei's figure recede into the distance, President Wang was overcome with a hundred tangled feelings. It seemed he still hadn't given her enough money. How could one million possibly buy his and his son's lives?

Song Yurou watched the scene before her and nearly fainted from rage. Why had Song Shiwei not only avoided embarrassing herself, but even earned a silk banner from the police?

She had been praised to her face by the police in front of all of Yanjing's wealthy families. That was an unparalleled honor.

And what about her? She had painstakingly planned everything, only to end up scooping water with a bamboo basket-all for nothing. How could she accept that?

She squeezed her palms and, ignoring everyone's looks, forced a strained smile. "My sister only just came home. It really isn't proper for her to leave like that. I'm sorry you all had to see this."

Everyone had long since grown tired of Song Yurou's earlier antics. Now they finally saw her green tea facade for what it was. "Even the police praised Miss Song Shiwei. Miss Song, are you trying to contradict the police?"

One wealthy lady said even more bluntly, "Miss Song, we're all thousand-year-old foxes here. Why bother performing Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?"

Song Yurou could only clench her palms tightly. "I'm sorry. I misspoke. I..."

Her tears fell on command, but everyone had already walked away. Hardly anyone paid her any attention, leaving her carefully prepared lines with nowhere to be used.

She clenched her palms tightly, forced a smile onto her face, and headed toward the center of the banquet.

After that farce, everyone's impression of Song Shiwei had already made a complete one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. How was she some country girl?

Song Shiwei even brought them along when she munched on gossip. She was practically a goddess! Who didn't love munching on gossip?

Now, their gazes were especially eager as they looked at Song Shiwei, their ears pricked to listen in every direction, afraid of missing even the tiniest piece of news.

After returning to the banquet hall from the changing room, Song Shiwei instinctively sat down beside the little cakes again.

[I'm finally back, my little cakes! Even with gossip to munch on, I won't fall in love with something else.]

Watching Song Shiwei, who looked cool and aloof on the surface but was a foodie inside, everyone unconsciously broke into doting smiles. Just look at that adorable contrast. She was too cute.

"Shiwei, come over here."

Song Shiwei had only just swallowed a little cake when she heard Mrs. Jiang calling.

She tidied her hair a little, then quickly walked over.

Mrs. Jiang, Song Shiwei's mother-in-law, had first heard Song Shiwei's inner voice a week earlier. It had given her quite a fright at the time; she had thought the King of Hell had come knocking.