Chapter 6: Visitors from the City Bureau

Seeing this, Zhang Xiuli swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Fearing that Gu Zhiqi might actually post it online, she instinctively took a step back. "If—if you dare to post it, I'm not done with you!"

Having thrown her threat, she turned to leave, but her peripheral vision caught Tang Yun standing nearby. She shot her a vicious glare. "You saw how she treated me. I can't afford to raise a daughter like this."

Without waiting for Tang Yun to respond, she turned and strode away.

Tang Yun's lips moved, and she shouted loudly at Zhang Xiuli's retreating back, "I won't raise her either!"

Zhang Xiuli didn't care; she left the ward without looking back.

Seeing that she had truly left, Tang Yun stepped out to follow her.

Once Zhang Xiuli and Tang Yun were gone, the ward fell into silence once again.

Gu Zhiqi raised her hand and pressed her forehead; finally, it was quiet.

As expected of a despised supporting female character—unloved by both father and mother.

**

*Knock, knock, knock.*

There was a knock at the ward door. At that moment, Gu Zhiqi was holding the original owner's phone, watching a food program.

Gu Zhiqi's eyes were fixed intently on the phone. Hearing the knock, she didn't even look up, merely offering a lazy and perfunctory, "Come in."

*Click.*

The door was pushed open, and several people walked in.

"Gu Zhiqi, the police said they have a few questions for you," the nurse reminded her, seeing that Gu Zhiqi's attention was entirely on her phone screen.

Gu Zhiqi finally deigned to shift her gaze away from the phone.

Looking at the five extra people in the room, Gu Zhiqi fell silent for a moment.

She belatedly remembered that the nurse had mentioned earlier that the police had brought her to the hospital and that someone would come to question her later.

In her mind, the scene of someone pointing a gun at her before she fainted surfaced.

Judging by their attire, those people looked somewhat like SWAT officers.

However, did the police need four people for questioning?

"Hello, young lady. We are from the Haicheng Municipal Bureau. My name is Lu Haichuan. We have a few questions regarding the kidnappers at the West Suburb factory," Lu Haichuan spoke first, his tone calm and even somewhat cautious.

He had heard that when the girl was brought to the hospital, her clothes were torn. Although the attempt had failed, he wasn't sure if she had been left with psychological trauma.

Gu Zhiqi nodded slightly and set her phone aside.

The nurse left, but no one else showed any intention of leaving, suddenly leaving four men in the ward.

Gu Zhiqi lifted her eyes slightly to scan the people before her.

Lu Haichuan, in a police uniform.

A burly young man dressed entirely in black and wearing sunglasses, looking like a bodyguard.

Standing beside him was a doctor in a white coat, handsome and refined, though the look in his eyes held a distinct sense of disgust; he likely knew the original owner.

Finally, there was a handsome young man in a suit. He was undoubtedly the most eye-catching—not because his looks were superior to the other three, but because a cloud of black energy was coiled between his brows.

Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi's professional instinct flared up, and the words "You're going to die" almost slipped out.

However, considering her current situation, she reined the words back in.

Seeing Gu Zhiqi nod, the burly young man opened a prepared notepad and took a seat in the chair beside the hospital bed.

Lu Haichuan began his questioning. "Can you remember what happened yesterday? Can you recount it for us?"

Gu Zhiqi let out a silent click of her tongue.

How did she end up fainting from exhaustion only to be run into by the police?

Troublesome.

Gu Zhiqi lowered her eyes slightly. "I don't remember the beginning very clearly. When I regained consciousness, they were tearing at my clothes..."

The young girl on the hospital bed wore loose patient clothes that made her figure appear even more frail. Her skin was pale, her features exquisite. With her eyes slightly lowered, she recounted the events of last night in a calm, unhurried manner.

Facing the events of last night, there was no panic, no lingering fear; she merely recalled them with an indifferent expression.

She appeared detached and cold.

As if she were merely an onlooker to yesterday's incident.

An emotionless onlooker.

(End of Chapter)