Snail Senior Brother

Chapter 232 The Comeback of an Internet Celebrity

I waited in the interrogation room, and to my surprise, Wang Zeyun entered.

In the past two years, people like Luo Bo, in their thirties and under forty, had begun to take on key roles. Wang Zeyun had moved to a higher level. The theft of national treasures might be a major case for the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

However, for the Economic Dispute Cases handled by the Criminal Investigation Bureau, where cases involving tens of millions or even hundreds of millions were commonplace, a case like the theft of national treasures was hardly something Wang Zeyun would personally handle. His appearance indicated that the case was not as simple as it seemed.

“Why are you here? Take care of yourself.”

“I’m only fifty years old, are you cursing me?”

I chuckled, “Where’s my sister?”

“Xiao Luo isn’t feeling well and took leave. I heard it was you, so I volunteered to fill in.”

When we returned, Yu Xiaoluo’s complexion was quite poor. I asked her, but she didn’t respond.

“What’s wrong with my sister?”

“Xiao Luo is pregnant. She’s suffering from severe morning sickness. She got married late. Having a child in one’s twenties is like playing, but in one’s thirties, it’s like risking one’s life.”

I remained silent, contemplating finding a good private obstetrics and gynecology hospital for Yu Xiaoluo. Wang Zeyun spoke again, “What’s going on here?”

“I don’t know. It’s almost New Year, and I was preparing to go back to Beijing to gather with family. But I was handcuffed by my sister as soon as I got off the plane.”

Wang Zeyun looked at the case file with surprise, sighed, and took out his reading glasses from his pocket. “I really can’t defy old age; my eyesight is failing at fifty. This states that you are involved in a national treasure theft case. There’s video evidence. Tell me about it.”

“I won’t say anything, Director Wang. I’ve hired a lawyer. I’ll speak when my lawyer arrives.”

Wang Zeyun was taken aback. “Alright, Tang Nan, you’ve really grown up. You don’t even trust us anymore. You’ve returned home and even hired a lawyer.”

“Let’s handle this professionally. Don’t let these unfortunate matters affect our relationship.”

Wang Zeyun smiled and, without asking me further, flipped through the case file. Finally, he took a deep breath. “You may go. Don’t leave Beijing for now and report when summoned. If you have a lawyer, we can’t keep you for long. I might as well do you a favor.”

“You’re not going to ask?”

“I want to get off work early today; I have something on. Let’s have dinner another day, and you’re treating. By the way, Tang Nan, you were arrested because there’s video evidence that you planned a national treasure theft. The day after your plan emerged, the ‘Qing Yin Jian Gu Tu’ was stolen. I can guarantee you’re involved in this. If you don’t want to tell me, I’m not in a hurry to know. Being secretive has always been a unique trait of your sect. I believe you; you won’t be the culprit.”

“Thank you, Director Wang.”

“Don’t dismiss your lawyer. Let’s handle this professionally.”

“Understood!”

As I was leaving, I saw the familiar golf cart parked outside. I walked over, and Yu Xiaoluo rolled down the window. “Get in.”

“Why don’t I drive?”

Yu Xiaoluo got out of the driver’s seat. I turned on the navigation and took her to the restaurant Da Huang had arranged.

On the way, I looked at the quiet Yu Xiaoluo and smiled, asking, “Such happy news, why didn’t you inform me?”

“It’s only a little over three months. Tang Nan, I have one question for you: are you confident about this scheme this time?”

“Yes!”

“Alright, I’ll drop you off, and then I’ll go to my mother’s place.”

“Aren’t you joining us for dinner?”

“I’m feeling very nauseous and don’t have an appetite. You need to be wary of Zhang Ying’ai; this woman is not simple at all.”

“Can you give me a clue?”

We arrived at the restaurant. Yu Xiaoluo didn’t come upstairs and drove away. I felt comforted. These were true family. While matters could be handled professionally, the trust in private was something that couldn’t be faked. Whether it was Wang Zeyun or Yu Xiaoluo, even with absolute evidence, they believed I wasn’t the bad guy. Moreover, this evidence wasn’t that reliable.

When I arrived at the restaurant, Da Huang and Chang Ge were already there. If I hadn’t called them in advance, the reservation would have been canceled.

“Tang Nan, what exactly is going on?”

“Don’t worry, let me take a look first.”

I needed to understand the clue Yu Xiaoluo gave me. I used my phone’s 3G network to log into the Tianya website and found an article titled “Modern Mistress Diary.” The online writer’s name was Chun Feng De Yi Ye Huan.

From the diary, her view of intimate relationships between men and women was extremely casual. The men she encountered were like fleeting clouds. She posted her daily interactions online. Regardless of whether it was true or not, her bold declaration of being a mistress attracted countless netizens.

People left comments, until someone saw her scandalous affair with a certain bank president in her article and meticulously compared these details with facts. That bank president’s reputation was ruined, he was called in for questioning, and he went to prison.

Bank employee?

I suddenly thought of the outfit Zhang Ying’ai wore to the banquet. Zhang Ying’ai was from a bank.

Exposing the other side of the bank president made the online writer Chun Feng De Yi Ye Huan famous. However, what truly made her explode in popularity was about ten days ago when she attached a nude photo of herself to a piece of text. The text read: “I don’t feel ashamed. You can view the photo as a part of nature.”

As I was browsing the forum, Da Huang craned his neck to look. After the photo appeared, Da Huang snatched the phone away and said, “Come, let me look a few more times. What does this shameless woman look like?”

I snatched the phone back with a smile. The woman in the photo was Zhang Ying’ai!

The woman in the photo was sitting on the carpet, her legs folded, her hands covering her chest, looking alluring. This was the kind of photo magazines often used for celebrities, seeming naked yet not entirely so. Combined with Zhang Ying’ai’s seductive gaze, it sent the otaku who were already fantasizing about “Modern Mistress Diary” into another frenzy.

This Chun Feng De Yi Ye Huan had a large fan base and was one of the top posters in the Emotional World section.

My invitation for “The Schemer” was published in the Real Life section of the forum, and it was very popular. Zhang Ying’ai successfully used my popularity. Under the online name Chun Feng De Yi Ye Huan, she claimed to be The Schemer.

Otaku wouldn’t believe this. They thought she was just a promiscuous woman. After a large number of fans questioned her, Chun Feng De Yi Ye Huan provided a video link. Through this video, the scene at the banquet could be seen. My conversation with everyone about planning to steal the “Qing Yin Jian Gu Tu” and the “Qianlong Thumb Ring” became known to the entire internet.

No wonder Yu Xiaoluo arrested me as soon as I arrived in Beijing.

Da Huang, seeing it from the side, asked me curiously, “Do you know this woman?”

“Yes, you didn’t come to our wedding, and she was the one who ordered people to shoot at me.”

“She ordered people to shoot at you, and you still invited her to dinner.”

“Yes!”

Da Huang was so angry he couldn’t speak. Chang Ge also realized the seriousness of the matter. He was on the phone discussing my case with a lawyer, but upon hearing this, he temporarily hung up.

“Tang Nan, did you give her the opportunity to frame you?”

“Yes!”

“How are you going to explain this to your sister?” Chang Dachun asked me.

“No explanation is needed. She will understand me.”

“This isn’t about understanding anymore. That woman framed you, and now you’re inextricably linked to a national treasure theft case,” Da Huang said anxiously.

Just then, Lin Han entered. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, she wore high heels, and her aura was pure and clear. Her figure was so hot that men’s gazes lingered. This Queen of the Underground Palace lost her composure as soon as she entered the room. She pulled a stool and sat next to me, her nimble foot kicking off her high heels and landing directly on my stomach through my clothes.

“It’s really cold in Beijing this year. Second Brother, what were you just saying? What woman?”

Da Huang, fearing Lin Han would worry, held back his barrage of questions. “It’s nothing!”

“Then let’s serve the food. Second Sister isn’t here today, and the girl is all grown up. Let’s have a few drinks.”

Lin Han had been under a lot of work pressure lately and rarely had a chance to relax. She soon got drunk. I took her home and put her on the bed. I turned on the water heater, intending for her to take a bath, but when I returned, she was already snoring.

I took off her shoes, covered her with the blanket, and then went to the south room to boil water.

Wen De Xiao Yuan was uninhabited. Although it was cleaned regularly, there was no hot water. I was afraid Lin Han would feel uncomfortable if she woke up hungry at night, so I prepared it.

At this moment, my phone rang. It was the contact information Zhang Ying’ai had left me.

“Did you get the item?”

“Yes, come and get it.”

When I arrived at Zhang Ying’ai’s place, as soon as I entered, I heard a click. Zhang Ying’ai took a photo of me. I frowned and stared at her. She smiled, “Coming here at night behind your wife’s back, aren’t you afraid of gossip?”

“Where is the item?”

“I didn’t get it.”

I frowned. “You went to great lengths to scheme against me, but you didn’t get the ‘Qing Yin Jian Gu Tu.’ Zhang Ying’ai, this isn’t like you!”

“Scheming against you came first, and stealing came later. However, someone did get there first. I think it must be someone from ‘Nuclear Warhead.’”

“Isn’t ‘Zheng Qi’ supposed to be a superhero? Why would they steal?”

“Kiss me, and I’ll tell you.”

I looked at Zhang Ying’ai. She was a good actress. When teasing men, her eyes were watery and captivating. But she wasn’t exactly a beauty. Beauty lies in the bones, not the skin. Zhang Ying’ai was of a broader bone structure and had nothing to do with charm. Normally, she wore sports vests and shorts, with well-defined muscle lines.

Facing the temptation of a “King Kong Barbie,” I reluctantly leaned down and slowly moved my face towards Zhang Ying’ai’s…