The caution had been lifted, but Meng Xiuyuan didn't listen. He was a young man full of drive, just as fiery in dealing with his career, determined to find Zhao Shuyu no matter what.
"In a society ruled by law, Zhao Shuyu is the mother of my son. There can't really be an emperor in Imperial City Root stealing my woman."
Ke Chengyin frowned, "Ah Yuan, you're still young, this is Forty-Nine City; don't act rashly."
Meng Xiuyuan handed the child in his arms to the maternity nurse, "I'm going to the police station."
Ke Chengyin shook his head with a smirk.
Who would take a fancy to Zhao Shuyu, her beauty? That's a joke—all the high and mighty have seen what kind of beauties there are. Do they really think someone is trying to snatch his woman?
He didn't spill the truth out of the ten years of friendship they had.
Meng Xiuyuan did go, but Zhao Shuyu wasn't threatened; she chose not to come back voluntarily, and this matter wasn't officially the concern of the authorities.
