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When Yuan Mufang, reeking of alcohol, arrived at the police station, Qing Cang had already walked out of the holding cell on Li Haoran's bail. Li Haoran wisely kept his mouth shut; at that moment, anyone who provoked Qing Cang was practically seeking their own demise. Yet, there was one man who clearly did not know better.
"Officer, I want to report this man for messing with my wife!"
The stench of alcohol sprayed from Yuan Mufang's mouth onto Qing Cang's face in an ungraceful manner.
"Ah!" Yuan Mufang exclaimed, but before he could react, Qing Cang had seized him by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
With his amber eyes glinting with coldness, Qing Cang sneered, "Who is your wife? Do you even care about her? Where were you when she had a miscarriage? Where were you when she drank herself nearly to a stomach perforation?" His chilling tone sent shivers down one's spine as he tightened his grip.
Miscarriage? Miscarriage?
Yuan Mufang didn't hear anything else Qing Cang said; those two words echoed relentlessly in his mind, "miscarriage..."
His trembling lips couldn't even form a sound, his face flushed red, and his eyes filled with bloodshot veins as he neared suffocation.
"Qing Shao, let him go! Don't cause a death here!" Shen Qingyou weakly intervened from the side. In the entire police hall, all eyes were focused on them, as if they were about to witness a public execution. A married man having an affair—who would have thought those words would apply to her?
None of the officers present stepped forward to intervene; their instincts told them that this man was at the peak of his fury. His sinister gaze seemed to warn everyone seriously: anyone who dared to help would face the consequences!
"I'm leaving!"
Seeing that Qing Cang was reluctant to release him, Shen Qingyou angrily turned to walk out. At this point, Qing Cang became anxious; he quickly let go of Yuan Mufang and chased after Shen Qingyou.
"Officer, I want to sue him, sue him!"
Yuan Mufang's hoarse roar echoed in the empty police hall, and the people around him erupted once again. Yuan Mufang successfully portrayed a pitiful man abandoned ruthlessly by his wife.
"Don't leave!"
Yuan Mufang rushed over, spreading his arms to block Shen Qingyou's path: "Come home with me!"
"Home?"
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Shen Qingyou's mouth, her clear eyes devoid of any emotion as they swept over Yuan Mufang: "I have no home!"
"Shut up!"
Yuan Mufang rudely cursed, then firmly grasped Shen Qingyou's wrist: "Wherever I am is your home!"
"Wherever I am is your home!"
Why did this phrase that once moved her so much sound so ironic today? Wherever he is? It's not a home; it's hell!
"Yuyou..."
Seeing the glimmer in Shen Qingyou's eyes, Yuan Mufang suddenly called out gently, his previously stern features softening completely, as if he were a different person from just moments ago: "Yuyou, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, all my fault. But will you give me one last chance?"
“Yuan Mufang!”
Shen Qingyou pushed him away without any emotion. A cold wind blew by, leaving her face desolate. Qing Cang stood between the two like a dark-faced warrior, his gaze radiating a chill that seemed to freeze Yuan Mufang in an instant.
“Ha ha... ha ha”
Yuan Mufang suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, tears of crystal forming at the corners of his eyes. “Shen Qingyou, you want a divorce, don’t you?”
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