Chapter 73: Your Husband Got Beaten Up 1
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The traffic police department seemed extraordinarily lively that night.
Song Chuyi was seated giddily on a chair.
In the restless room, a burly man was still wildly drunk. A few traffic policemen surrounded him but were tackled.
“Who are you things. How dare you catch me, do you know who I am? Even the Chief Police of this Northern City has to be respectful when he sees me,” the drunkard shouted abusively without even being able to distinguish between the different directions.
Song Chuyi’s temples throbbed. At that moment, he just wanted to find a bed and sleep for a while. The thing that he was worst at in his life was drinking, yet he got drunk twice in just a short period of half a month.
The worst part was, after getting to the station, he didn’t have his phone and he didn’t remember any numbers. Could it be that he would have to stay the night here?
“Song Chuyi, is it? According to the 11th rule of the Traffic Safety Law, those who drive drunk will have their license revoked. We will also have to pursue the criminal offence according to the law and you cannot obtain another license within the next five years,” a Police Leader said, looking down at him. “Tonight, the lot of you better stay here nicely. When you’re sober tomorrow, those who have to be detained will be detained, and those who have to pay fines, pay your fine.”
Song Chuyi’s face changed. He said, “Can I give my family a call? If I don’t go back today, they might be worried.”
“You know your family would be worried, yet you still dared to drive drunk,” the Police Leader scoffed, throwing the landline over.
Song Chuyi dialed his phone number, but no one picked up.
He tried calling Song Chulang’s number but ended up dialing the wrong number.
In this generation in which smartphones were tied to people’s lives, people’s brains would no longer waste time remembering numbers.
He only hoped Zhan Mingwei found his phone in the manor.
11 o’clock at night, Changqing walked out after a comfortable bath. Everyone was sharing this drunk-driving incident in Northern City on her Feed [1. On Weibo (Chinese Social Networking Site)].
After a moment’s pondering, she took a selfie and uploaded it on Weibo and commented: Today there’s been a drunk-driving investigation. Luckily, yours truly didn’t drink...
After it was uploaded onto Weibo, many internet users started to like and leave positive comments.
Changqing sat on the couch, laughing secretly with her hand over her mouth.
Robben jumped onto the couch and licked her face. Changqing held him in her arms and touched his nose briefly, saying, “Do you think I’m thick-skinned and shameless? Let me tell you—there are no celebrities who aren’t shameless. If you’re not a shameless celebrity, you’re not a good celebrity... Aiya, it’s already so late. Why isn’t your boss back yet?”
Robben waved his tail, enjoying his time in her embrace coquettishly.
“You’re so ungrateful. Your boss isn’t back yet, but you’re not even worried.” Changqing pondered and gave Song Chuyi a call worriedly. No one picked up.
Maybe he was still busy at the traffic police station. It took time to even look for your connections.
However, she reckoned she wouldn’t be able to sleep without seeing Song Chuyi back home. Therefore, she started surfing the web to look for the consequences of driving drunk. The more she surfed, the more afraid she became.
This would require detention and a fine!
Song Chuyi was such a great man. Luckily, she wasn’t the one caught.
She patted her chest as she continued to call Song Chuyi.
In a car, Zhan Mingwei leaned back on the leather seats at the back of the car, half-asleep. The phone rang a few times. He was so annoyed by the noise that he opened his eyes in frustration.
He picked up the phone beside him. Two words “Yan Chunchun [1. The Chinese word for ‘dumb’]” surfaced on the screen.
A laugh escaped him. For a moment, he wasn’t sleepy at all.
Who is this? Song Chuyi actually created such a contact.
He pressed the “pick up call” button and an anxious woman’s voice immediately disseminated through the speaker. “Song Chuchu, when are you coming back? Nothing happened to you, right?”
Song Chuchu?
Zhan Mingwei’s lips twitched. This couple was quite interesting.
“What happened to Chuyi?”
“You’re not Song Chuyi?” Changqing only now realized the voice sounded different. “Then who are you?”
“Yan Changqing, you can’t even tell from my voice?” Zhan Mingwei cleared his throat. “Chuyi left his phone in the manor before he left tonight. This fellow gets careless when he’s drunk. Luckily, the service staff there passed his phone onto me.”
This chapter is updat𝙚d by f(r)eewebn(o)vel.com