Chapter 147: Chapter 39: I Will Make You One of My Wings

Thirty minutes later, Fang Hanyu rushed madly to the prearranged hotel, practically stiff with eager anticipation. He was finally going to fulfill his desires here, unleashing all the fantasies about Xia Xiqing he had bottled up for so long in one single go.

Everything had gone much too smoothly tonight. It was all proceeding exactly according to plan, leaving him immensely pleased with himself.

In the early hours of tomorrow morning, someone else he had arranged in advance would come to check into the hotel, conveniently drawing the owner away from the front desk for a short while. He would use that window of opportunity to carry Xia Xiqing away and dump her in an alley near a bar, creating the illusion that she had been taken advantage of by a stranger while passed out drunk.

Based on his understanding from years of watching criminal investigation shows, as long as he concealed this primary crime scene and remained extremely careful, the chances of anyone finding traces of him on Xia Xiqing’s body were miniscule. Even if they did find something, they frequently worked together anyway, so it would be perfectly normal! Coupled with the high probability of a blackout effect caused by the flunitrazepam, Xia Xiqing herself would likely have no memory of what had transpired the night before.

It would look just like an accident. Xia Xiqing had gone to a bar on her own after the gathering, gotten drunk, and been taken advantage of. It was a completely normal and logical sequence of events. Even if she did remember something, it would just be fragmented, unrelated details. By then, he would have already destroyed all the evidence.

In this dark, unnoticed corner, not only would Fang Hanyu satisfy his long-held obsession, but he would also pull off the perfect crime!

At least, that was how it was supposed to go.

"Police! Freeze! Put your hands behind your head and crouch down!"

The moment Fang Hanyu pushed the door open, a smug smile still plastered across his face, he was instantly tackled to the ground by two officers who had been lying in ambush inside the room.

Utterly bewildered, Fang Hanyu felt his heart violently seize. "What is going on!? Is my flawless plan exposed? That’s impossible!" he thought.

"It’s a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding! I just walked into the wrong room. Check it if you don’t believe me! The name registered here definitely isn’t mine!"

"Save your breath, Fang Hanyu. Your every move tonight has been under our surveillance!

"The victim has already been sent to the hospital. Everyone you instructed has been taken into custody. We’ve caught you red-handed, yet you still want to argue!"

Every single word struck Fang Hanyu’s heart like an explosive clap of thunder.

He was doomed!

He simply could not believe that his self-proclaimed perfect plan had been seen through from the very beginning, and that they had just been lying in wait for him to walk right into their trap. Then, waves of profound terror crashed over him as his rational mind finally kicked back in. Thinking about the inevitable fate that awaited him, the color drained from his face. His legs gave out, and he collapsed into a limp heap on the floor.

Zhu Jian stayed behind at the scene to personally direct the final arrest of Fang Hanyu. This was exactly the kind of merit he desperately needed to make up for his lack of seniority. However, he assigned an on-duty colleague to personally accompany Zhang Yan in escorting Xia Xiqing to the hospital.

On the surface, it was said that they needed the hospital’s cooperation to collect evidence, as all the test results would ultimately be presented in court. But it also carried an underlying hint of surveillance. After all, Xia Xiqing was completely defenseless right now. Naturally, they could not just let Zhang Yan take her wherever he pleased. Nevertheless, both sides maintained a mutual, unspoken understanding of this fact and firmly kept their mouths shut.

Zhang Yan entered the special care ward alone.

It was a rather nice single room with excellent privacy. Having gone through the necessary testing procedures, Xia Xiqing was now hooked up to an IV drip.

According to the preliminary lab results, she had indeed ingested a low dose of flunitrazepam, but her overall vital signs were normal. She didn’t require any antidotes at the moment; she was merely being given saline and glucose to speed up her metabolism. The doctor stated that Xia Xiqing had no major health issues, just a slight nutritional imbalance and mild anemia. She would likely sleep for six to eight hours, though because she seemed to have been overly exhausted lately, this time could extend to ten or twelve hours. If she still hadn’t woken up by then, they would notify the hospital staff for further examinations.

The doctor’s words mostly dispelled Zhang Yan’s worries. However, he did not regret sending Xia Xiqing to the hospital early, even if it meant he hadn’t fully nailed Fang Hanyu to the wall in this incident. He had countless ways to deal with Fang Hanyu; it just meant spending a little extra money, that was all.

His gaze settled on Xia Xiqing’s face.

She lay there so quietly, looking just like Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale, tempting every prince who laid eyes on her to rush forward and awaken her with a kiss. The allure Zhang Yan felt was even stronger; it was a primal desire stemming from a genetic level. Fortunately, with the many little vixens who usually aided his "cultivation," his discipline was deep enough that he could temporarily suppress it.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she were deeply trapped in a painful nightmare and could not break free. Zhang Yan gently smoothed her brow and took one of her hands in his. Gradually, her expression calmed down.

"Your hands are a bit cold today. I guess I’ll just have to make a sacrifice and warm them up for you."

Her fingers were long and slender. Her nails had been meticulously trimmed but left unpainted, possessing a natural and refreshing beauty. These hands, which looked like works of art, were usually busy nimbly dancing across piano keys or precisely wielding a paintbrush. Someday, having them "play the flute" would surely be wonderful as well.

Yet, just silently watching her like this, the fire of lust in Zhang Yan’s heart uncharacteristically began to die down. He thought back to how he felt the moment he saw Xia Xiqing collapse from a distance, finally beginning to understand his own heart a little better.

At first, Zhang Yan had only tried to approach her and win her over to complete his mission and out of pure attraction to her appearance.

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