Picking Up Fragments

Li Shengxue also recognized Jiang Siming and said with some surprise, "It's you."

"What a coincidence, Officer Li."

"Yes, did something happen to you?" Li Shengxue first inquired about the situation.

Jiang Siming explained what had happened and provided the recording as evidence. The evidence was irrefutable, so no matter how much Liao Fan tried to deny it, it was useless.

After hearing the story, Li Shengxue looked at the still-crying Liao Fan, who was unsure if he was remorseful or just in pain, and instructed her colleagues, "Take him in. Also, please bring Ms. Li Yingzi to the station for a statement."

The police took Liao Fan away, and Li Yingzi also got into the police car.

Of course, Jiang Siming went along too; after all, he had to look out for his class monitor.

After giving their statements at the police station, the officers released Li Yingzi and Jiang Siming.

As for Liao Fan, he naturally remained in custody. The charges against him were serious, and with the attempted rape accusation, he might not see freedom for years, if ever.

"Mr. Jiang, I won't disturb you today since you have company. But if you're free another day, I'd love to visit you. You promised to spar with me, remember?" Li Shengxue said with a smile.

Jiang Siming replied helplessly, "Didn't expect you'd remember that."

"Of course! Mr. Jiang, you're not backing out, are you?"

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"Of course not. I'll spar with you when I'm free. See you around."

Leaving the police station, Jiang Siming took Li Yingzi back to her place and bought two takeout meals.

His wish to have crawfish tonight was certainly dashed; after what Li Yingzi went through, there was no way she'd feel like eating crawfish.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Don't be upset. You should be glad you saw through Liao Fan's true nature today. He brought this on himself, so why feel guilty over it?"

Jiang Siming sat on the couch in Li Yingzi's home, digging into the takeout, his cheeks puffed out as he spoke with a muffled voice.

"But if he goes to jail, his family will be heartbroken," Li Yingzi said, struggling with the seriousness of him facing jail time.

Jiang Siming put down his chopsticks and said, "Think about it this way—if I hadn't been here today, he might've succeeded in raping you, which is an even more serious crime, with over fifteen years in prison."

"Stop it! No way I'd let him succeed!" Li Yingzi said angrily.

"Then think about the flower shop owner's wife. She's been betrayed countless times by this guy. Do you think she deserves that?" Jiang Siming asked.

This time, Li Yingzi had no response. After calming down a bit, she finally came to terms and picked up her takeout to eat alongside Jiang Siming.

"I've made up my mind. Tomorrow, I'm quitting the securities firm and working with you. Xiao Mingzi, if you mess this up, you'll have to take care of me for life."

"Oh, come on! This is ridiculous. A million a year to hire you, and I'm supposed to bear all the risks? Where in the world can you find such a sweet deal?"

"You can find that right here, of course! After all, I'm your class monitor," Li Yingzi answered smugly.

"Fine, you win. Don't worry; this won't go wrong. Just wait to make a ton of money!" Jiang Siming chuckled, feeling victorious.

After leaving Li Yingzi's place, Jiang Siming finally drove back home.

On the third day, Li Yingzi resigned from her job at the securities firm. Together with Jiang Siming, they rented a floor in a commercial building to serve as their company's office.

After that, Jiang Siming washed his hands of the rest—leaving the office setup and hiring entirely to Li Yingzi, only providing the funds and handling nothing else.

Li Yingzi complained that she'd been tricked, landing such an unreliable boss.

Yet despite her words, she worked diligently, completing every task Jiang Siming assigned with precision.

Jiang Siming instructed her to put office renovations on the back burner and focus on recruiting traders so they could start their first round of competition in the stock market.

Due to the economic downturn in the stock market, many traders faced unemployment. With high-paying positions available, they flocked to apply.

So, this task was not difficult for Li Yingzi.

In a few days, they expected to have the company framework ready.

After a busy day, Jiang Siming returned to the easygoing role of the boss, only needing to submit the stocks he wanted to buy to Li Yingzi once the company was set up.

…

Today, Jiang Siming received a request from Zhao Xuan. She had to work overtime and wanted him to pick up her daughter after school.

As Zhao Xiaoxiao's godfather, Jiang Siming took on the task without hesitation and was already parked outside the school two hours before classes ended.

Zhao Xiaoxiao attended the Shanghai Private International Language School, where the tuition was extraordinarily high. Many celebrities and wealthy families sent their children here—it was a school for the elite.

When Jiang Siming arrived, no other parents were there yet; perhaps he had arrived far too early.

From the school gates, he could hear the clear voices of children reciting lessons, which filled Jiang Siming with nostalgia.

This place, which he had once yearned to escape, had now become a cherished memory that could never be relived.

The school days truly were the best times.

Jiang Siming hadn't understood this before, but now he did. His own school days had long since passed.

"I'd love to go in and take a look." Jiang Siming felt a sudden urge to enter the school.

However, the security at the school gate was very strict. There were four guards, and there was no way he could enter through the main gate.

Universities weren't like these private middle schools; in college, slipping the guard a couple of packs of cigarettes and driving a nice car usually got you through.

But at this school, where all the kids were from wealthy families, the guards were used to seeing luxury cars and wouldn't be swayed.

He glanced at the school's perimeter wall, which was six or seven meters high, but that posed no challenge for Jiang Siming.

He quietly moved past the main gate and found a blind spot in the camera coverage.

However, the wall at this spot was also the highest—almost eight or nine meters. For an average person, it would be impossible to scale, and even with a ladder, they'd likely break a leg coming down.

After checking his surroundings to ensure no one was watching, Jiang Siming took a step toward the wall, sprang off with both legs, and seemed to defy gravity as he soared upward.

If he had still only taken the intermediate genetic serum, his jump wouldn't have been high enough to clear the nearly nine-meter wall.

But lately, with his diligent practice of the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation technique, his physical abilities had improved significantly.

With all his strength, he leaped up, stretched out his arms, and easily grabbed onto the edge of the wall. With one final push, he flipped over it effortlessly.

"Phew! This school's walls are almost like a prison's—super strict," Jiang Siming dusted off his hands and darted away from the wall.

He casually strolled around the scenic campus, marveling at the high-quality environment of this private school, which could easily serve as the set for a luxurious, romantic idol drama.

As he wandered, he encountered a few passing teachers who simply assumed he was a fellow teacher and didn't question him.