Several police officers tiptoed in, splitting up to search. Li Weiyi was burning with anxiety and wanted to follow. Zhang Jingchan gripped her wrist. Keeping a safe enough distance from the police, the two also walked in. Ding Chenmo turned his head and, seeing that Zhang Jingchan had a sense of propriety, didn’t bother with them further.

There were three rooms in total. The roofs were all broken, dust everywhere, with an extremely unpleasant smell. Ding Chenmo immediately spotted several drops of dried bloodstains on the ground. He made several hand gestures to his subordinates—one person guarded outside the door, one guarded the courtyard, and the other two followed him to search room by room.

Li Weiyi’s heart was about to jump out. She gripped Zhang Jingchan’s hand so tightly it hurt. Zhang Jingchan saw her face was pale and her palms were covered in sweat, so he simply put his arm around her waist, and together they watched the police officers’ movements.

Ding Chenmo soon emerged from the first room, his expression calm. He glanced at them, then flashed into the second room. Before long, they heard him shout: “The person’s here!” Several police officers all rushed in.

“The suspect isn’t here!”

“Alive—still alive!”

“Help him up slowly!”

Li Weiyi could no longer restrain herself. She shook off Zhang Jingchan’s hand and ran over crying. The two police officers near the door saw the young man crying and rushing in first, and were both stunned for a moment, but they didn’t stop him either.

In the dim, foul-smelling, chaotic room, a person was bound all over with rope, his face pale, barely breathing—it was Li Zhongheng. His body also had multiple knife wounds, almost none had scabbed over, many wounds were still bleeding, with pools of blood on the ground. He was already unconscious.

Ding Chenmo carefully helped the person up, wrapped him in his own jacket, and shouted: “Quick! Call an ambulance!”

Li Weiyi rushed to his side, grasped Li Zhongheng’s hand, and cried out: “Dad! Dad!”

Ding Chenmo looked at the young man in surprise. The other police officers looked at each other.

Zhang Jingchan had already chased into the room. He pulled her into his arms and carefully examined Li Zhongheng for a while, then looked up and asked Ding Chenmo: “Is his life in danger?”

Ding Chenmo: “I’m not a doctor, but the person’s alive—that’s extremely fortunate. Looking at this amount of blood loss, half a day later…”

Li Weiyi wiped away her tears and said bitterly: “That beast Zhou Zhihao! It must be him!”

Ding Chenmo glanced at Zhang Jingchan again. Zhang Jingchan said calmly: “My boyfriend is rather emotional. He treats my dad like his own dad.” Then he lowered his gaze and said softly: “Dad, you must be alright.”

Only then did Ding Chenmo look away.

Two police officers brought over a bed board from next door to temporarily make a stretcher. Zhang Jingchan forcibly held Li Weiyi back. The police carefully moved Li Zhongheng onto the bed board and carried him to the courtyard where sunlight shone and the air was fresh, waiting for the ambulance.

Li Weiyi sat on the ground beside Li Zhongheng the whole time, holding his hand continuously, tears flowing with mixed sorrow and joy. Zhang Jingchan, like her, sat on the dirty ground and called Li’s mother and Li Xiaoyi, clearly and methodically instructing them to immediately rush to meet at the hospital.

Then with one hand around her back, he touched her face, which was crying like a cat’s, with the back of his other hand and said: “Can you speak? Try to calm down a bit.”

Upon hearing this, Li Weiyi immediately tried hard to steady her breathing: “Go ahead.”

“Call Xu Yi and have him immediately contact the director of the city’s People’s Hospital to prepare the best specialists for your dad.”

Li Weiyi looked at him with teary eyes, then suddenly threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly with both hands, burying her face: “Thank you, thank you! Wuu wuu wuu…”

At one meter eighty in height, the impact made Zhang Jingchan’s chest hurt sharply. He drew a low breath, looking at her jet-black crown of hair right against his chest. He couldn’t help but laugh, raising his hand to gently pat her back: “Alright, don’t cry. Make the call quickly.”

Li Weiyi, with a heavy nasal voice, made this call to Xu Yi. Xu Yi agreed to everything, finally asking: “Ah Chan… are you alright? Did you cry? Do you need me to come over?”

“No, no need. Thank you.”

She had it on speakerphone. After hanging up, her emotions had also calmed somewhat. At this moment she heard Zhang Jingchan beside her say flatly: “He’s quite gentle with you.”

Li Weiyi was baffled and answered: “Isn’t he trying to curry favor with you?”

Zhang Jingchan said nothing more.

The police officers were investigating, making contacts, and reporting. For a moment it was just the two of them, sitting in the sunlight in the middle of the courtyard, watching over the unconscious Li Zhongheng.

A figure flashed quickly past the doorway. From outside the door came a woman’s shrill scream: “Zhihao, run!”

Zhang Jingchan suddenly looked up. He was closest to the door. Several police officers were all busy inside and behind the house. He shouted “Zhou Zhihao!” as a warning and got up to chase after him.

Li Weiyi wanted to follow but was worried about her father. At this moment several police officers all rushed out at the sound. Ding Chenmo shouted: “Xiao Wang stay behind!” Li Weiyi saw her father’s breathing was stable. The police officer Xiao Wang who stayed behind was tall and sturdy. She got up and ran out following Zhang Jingchan.

Ding Chenmo hadn’t expected this young fellow Li Weiyi to run so fast, flashing out the door in an instant. He thought to himself this was good material! What a pity he was the son of the richest man.

As soon as Li Weiyi rushed out the door, she saw a brand-new BMW parked a dozen meters away. Beside the car door, the petite Zhang Jingchan was grabbing someone by the collar. That person was dressed in name brands and looked superficially respectable—it was Zhou Zhihao! Li Weiyi silently cried out “This is bad!”

Zhou Zhihao punched Zhang Jingchan in the face with a “thud.” The onlooking crowd was all stunned! Zhang Jingchan didn’t even make a sound and was directly knocked to the ground. But he scrambled up in one roll and also swung a fist at Zhou Zhihao.

The result of this punch was predictable.

Zhou Zhihao sneered viciously. He grabbed Zhang Jingchan’s small, delicate fist in one grip. He was originally a thug, good at fighting, and at this moment he was also being ruthless. He grabbed Zhang Jingchan’s head and slammed it hard against the car door.

Li Weiyi watched Zhang Jingchan being abused by Zhou Zhihao like a rag doll. Her whole person exploded. She let out a loud “Ah!” bent over and rushed forward, ramming her head into Zhou Zhihao’s waist.

Zhou Zhihao was hit so hard his waist nearly broke. He had no choice but to release Zhang Jingchan.

Zhang Jingchan had never suffered such a huge loss in a fight in his entire life. Because he had completely forgotten that he was currently a frail seventeen-year-old girl. At this moment he was dizzy and seeing stars, with a bruised and swollen face covered in blood. Supporting himself against the car, he stood there for quite a while before steadying himself. He looked up to see Li Weiyi grappling with Zhou Zhihao.

But Zhou Zhihao completely hadn’t expected that such a big young fellow would fight with him like this! Li Weiyi’s whole heart was set on pulling his hair, scratching him, clawing at him, and even biting him. Zhou Zhihao was completely confused for a moment, even having an illusion that he was being entangled by a woman.

But Zhou Zhihao had many years of fighting experience, with extremely rich experience and skills. Moreover, seeing several police officers surrounding him, his heart both anxious and hateful, he raised his hand and delivered two resounding slaps—”slap slap”—hitting Li Weiyi’s face.