One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

“What’s his offense?”

“Gambling.”

“Noted. You should hurry home now.”

Not wasting a second more, she grabbed her phone, dashed out of the bureau sans bothering to change out of her uniform, and started her motorcycle’s engine. She then returned her neighbor’s call, which connected in no time.

“Hello?”

“It’s me, Chu He. What’s going on?”

“Hurry home, Sis Chu! Something happened at your house. An hour ago, two men broke in and abducted your son. By the time I came out of my house, I saw Meng Qingxue chasing after them from a distance away, but she eventually fainted and collapsed to the ground. I took an umbrella and wanted to help her, but a few cars arrived moments later and took her away! I don’t know where they went, though.”

“Which direction did those cars head to?”

“Toward the county! Could they have taken her to a hospital?”

Her facial muscles stiffened as she ended the call and put on the helmet before speeding toward the county’s only big hospital, which was not far away from the police station.

When she arrived, she saw a row of expensive sedans parked at the entrance of the hospital. Being the meticulous cop that she was, she took a gander at their unique license plates, which had red alphanumeric characters over their white background, unlike the normal plates, and deduced that these vehicles had come from the capital.

She instinctively linked them to the expectant mother, and her heart squeezed out of concern.

The woman was so anxious that she did not even lock the motorcycle and just made a beeline for the emergency room with her helmet. There were only two rows of lights leading to the ER from the entrance. She walked over, only to see a row of men in suits guarding outside. Her sixth sense told her that the lady had been sent here.

The thing was, the moment she got closer to the ER, she was stopped by these tall, burly men. “Sorry, but you can’t go near this place.”

She looked up and told them frigidly. “I’m looking for Meng Qingxue.”

The mention of that name had them exchanging looks of astonishment.

A distressed Mu Yancheng was sitting on a long bench with a hand on his pounding head when one of his men approached him and softly reported. “Sir, there’s a woman looking for Meng Qingxue.”

“Who is it?”

“I’m not sure, but she’s wearing a police uniform.”

The man looked up and turned his head to see a woman standing several meters away with a grim expression and a helmet in hand. His orbs could not help but constrict, for he found her very familiar-looking as if they had met before.

“Let her pass!” he said, upon recalling that he had seen her face in the documents his men had provided him. It was probably her who had helped his woman settle down in that village.

“Roger.”

No longer barred entry, the lady cop promptly walked over. Her heart was held in suspense when she saw the lit ’emergency’ sign hanging above the ER’s entrance. She turned to ask the man seated behind her, “Is Qingxue in there?”

The young scion returned her question with another warily. “Who are you?”

“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first before asking me that question?” she retorted blandly.

His subordinate standing next to them immediately made a move, wanting to teach the new arrival a lesson for her rudeness, and she was prepared to retaliate, too, but both were stopped by the seated man.

“No need to bother!”

“Yes, sir…”

He then lifted his head to meet the policewoman’s gaze as he bore his anger and introduced himself. “Mu Yancheng.”

“Oh, so you’re that heartless cad?”

Her response rendered him speechless.