Chapter 8: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

 Chapter 8: Lady, You're Under Arrest

Ding-dong—

Just as Yan Zhixu was about to fall asleep, the doorbell of her apartment rang several times.

She threw off the gray blanket, her long, fair legs stepping onto the soft carpet. Her toes were smooth and plump, like exquisitely crafted jade.

She slipped on a pair of white slippers and opened the door, leaning casually against the frame with a lazy, rebellious air.

A female police officer stood at the doorway, holding her badge with a neutral expression. "Ms. Yan, hello. I’m a police officer. You’re involved in a death case, and we need you to come with us to the station for questioning immediately."

Yan Zhixu took the badge and lightly ran her fingers over it, checking its authenticity before returning it to the officer. "Mm, let’s go."

The officer, Hu Yue’e, put the badge away, surprised at how smoothly things were going.

There had been rumors online that Yan Zhixu had a fiery temper and was hard to deal with. She had prepared herself to face resistance, but unexpectedly, Yan Zhixu was cooperating so willingly.

"Just a moment," Yan Zhixu said as she turned back into the room.

Hu Yue’e furrowed her brows, her heart skipping a beat. Was this person going to back out and refuse to cooperate?

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Yan Zhixu casually grabbed the keys, phone, and headphones from the table and closed the door behind her. "Let’s go."

In less than a minute, she was back outside, a surprisingly quick turn of events. Hu Yue’e cleared her throat, feeling an unexpected sense of unease.

The police car pulled up in front of Chengxin Garden, its sirens still blaring, creating quite a commotion.

Neighbors gathered outside, seeing Yan Zhixu being escorted by the police, and many quickly raised their phones to take photos.

"If I’m not mistaken, that girl looks like a big celebrity? I think her surname is Yan?"

"Yes, yes, that’s her. I wonder what crime she committed to get arrested?"

"Is she not wearing makeup? She looks so different from her heavily made-up appearance in front of the cameras."

"To be honest, she looks pretty without makeup, and her skin is so well-maintained."

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The aunties downstairs couldn’t stop talking.

Hu Yue’e glanced at Yan Zhixu, noticing that she remained completely calm, as if the crowd wasn’t even discussing her.

Yan Zhixu got into the back of the police car and leaned against the seat, pulling out black headphones and inserting them into her right ear.

Hu Yue’e, driving, couldn’t help but glance at her in the rearview mirror. She had never seen a suspect so calm while sitting in a police car.

She stared for a while before finally asking, "What are you listening to?"

"Compendium of Materia Medica," Yan Zhixu raised her hand to adjust her earphones, her wrist adorned with a string of white jade Bodhi beads that made her hand look delicate and fair.

Hu Yue’e: ???

Is there such a song? When did it come out? How come I’ve never heard of it?

The car stopped at a red light, and Hu Yue’e quickly took out her phone, opened Baidu, and searched for Compendium of Materia Medica.

A long list of results appeared, but all of them were about the ancient medical book, not a song.

So, she’s listening to an audiobook, or perhaps a book on herbal medicine? This blacklisted celebrity sure has a unique taste.

Beep beep—

The red light turned green, and the cars behind honked impatiently.

Hu Yue’e snapped out of her thoughts, reflecting on how easily she had gotten distracted. She stepped on the gas pedal and drove toward the police station.

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In the dean's office, the lights were still dim.

The cold-toned lighting cast an even more lonely atmosphere in the already sparse room.

Fu Shimo, holding a black pen with intricate borders, was writing the treatment plan, his posture lazy but his handwriting sharp and elegant, exuding a sense of precision and power.

Buzz buzz—

His phone vibrated. He put down the pen and slid the screen to answer the call.

Before he could speak, a rough and hoarse voice came through the receiver, "Shimo, emergency here, get to the station. The coroner’s off today."

(End of Chapter)

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