Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 645 - 263: The Photos Were Leaked

Yan Wuxu was locked in the detention room, the instant noodles they had brought her had turned cold, revealing a layer of white congealed fat on top.

The police walked in, employing every method and tactic, trying to pry some information from her mouth. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Fei Qing was dead. That man, whom she mocked and scorned, the one she considered utterly useless, was dead.

By the time he was brought to the hospital, he had already lost his pulse. He was taken into the operation room only briefly before being wheeled out again. The foam at the corners of his mouth had been wiped clean, his whole body somewhat swollen. His limbs were still bent, which, after being straightened by someone, left Fei Qing lying there swollen and stiff. When they pulled the white sheet over him, the police had also arrived.

"Miss Yan, your bar is involved in the trafficking of illegal drugs, causing someone’s death," the officer said dryly as he unfurled the arrest warrant for her.

Fei Qing was the unluckiest of them all. Among all the guests in the private room that day, he had consumed the most drugs and alcohol. The other guests also experienced foaming at the mouth but were promptly sent to the hospital and saved by emergency treatment. Even so, the families of those people, furious and menacing, blocked the entrance of the police station, wishing they could tear her to shreds.

When Mr. Fei hurried over, he didn’t even get to see his son one last time. His face grim, he stepped into the detention room and asked, "Where’s my grandson?"

Yan Wuxu raised her head to look at this man who had never acknowledged her and her child’s status, and spat out two words, "Dead."

A resounding slap sounded twice in the detention room, and Yan Wuxu’s face quickly bore several red marks.

"Tell me where the child is, honestly. If you don’t speak, I won’t just torture you to death, but also your family," Mr. Fei loathed Yan Wuxu intensely. If it weren’t for this woman, his son wouldn’t have ended up like this. Mr. Fei did not want to make a big fuss, as he was afraid of Yan Wuxu revealing Fei Qing’s stake in that bar as well. His son was gone, but there was still his grandson; if not, they could still have another. He had already found the villa where Fei Qing and Yan Wuxu lived, took the child for a paternity test at the hospital, and found out that the child was not Ah Qing’s.

"If you dare to touch a hair on my family, you’ll never see your grandson for as long as you live. Let me out, or I’ll spill everything about Ah Qing," Yan Wuxu, even at this juncture, was not willing to concede. The death of Fei Qing also pained her, for without Fei Qing, her entire plan was thrown into disarray. Nonetheless, she couldn’t panic - escalating the issue would benefit no one.

"You think I still believe your lies? That child is not my son’s," Mr. Fei immediately rejected Yan Wuxu’s words.

"Believe it or not, if your woman is useless, then await the Fei Family’s end of lineage," Yan Wuxu tore open the instant noodles, even if cold, they were enough to stave off hunger.

Mr. Fei had also considered this, he was already fifty-six years old, he couldn’t handle going abroad for artificial insemination, and marrying another woman might end up like Su Qingzhang, ensnared by a woman like Yan Wuxu.

"The crimes you’ve committed are severe, don’t think you can get out of here unscathed," Mr. Fei also made his stance clear. The forensic examination had already shown that Fei Qing died from an overdose of drugs mixed with alcohol, which led to...

"Bring me some clothes and food, I want a copy of the gossip weekly," Yan Wuxu quickly turned the situation around. Even if she couldn’t go out, she wanted to ensure that Su Ziceng would not end up well. It was about time for the publication to be released.

Su Ziceng had just completed her trip to India, coming off the plane, she was still immersed in the rich curry scent of India. Breathing in the fresh sea breeze of Mo City, she couldn’t help but spread her arms, Mo City was truly better.

The ample oxygen made her complexion and mood feel even more relaxed.

"Miss Su," the airport security personnel already formed a human wall in front of her, but it could not stop the swarm of reporters rushing towards her. Su Ziceng was already adept at dealing with the media and the public. The news of Espr’s multi-national deployment hadn’t been announced yet, had the information leaked somehow? As she was about to put on a smile, someone thrust a magazine in front of her; Su Ziceng felt a vision of flesh as a man and woman intertwined. Her sight blurred, and then countless magazines were shoved at her.