Just then, the police officer on the other end of the phone said, "Rescue workers have searched the accident site several times but haven't found any trace of your son. So we suspect your goddaughter may have some mental health issues. Does she have any history of such problems?"
Feng's Father said, "Please wait a moment, I need to check if my son is at home."
"Alright."
Feng's Father hurried to Feng Yunhe's study and rudely pushed open the door. Feng Yunhe was just bringing a cup of coffee to his lips. Hearing the door open, he looked up in surprise, his eyes meeting his father's.
Facing Feng Yunhe's questioning gaze, Feng's Father smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I went to the wrong room."
Feng Yunhe and his father's studies were not on the same floor, nor were they in the same position on different floors. There was no possibility of going to the wrong floor or room.
Feng Yunhe didn't call him out on it, just saying "Oh. Did you need something?"
This was clearly a cue to leave.
Feng's Father quickly shook his head, "No, no, it's nothing. I'll go now. You carry on, get to bed early, don't stay up too late."
After saying these words of concern, Feng's Father felt he was truly a good father.
Feng's Father carefully retreated from that floor and went to his own bedroom. While replying to the police officer on the phone, he changed out of his home clothes and put on a formal suit.
"My son is at home. Thank you for your concern. Regarding my goddaughter, what are the conditions for bail?"
At this topic, the voice on the other end became much more serious, "Mr. Feng, does your daughter have any history of mental illness? As her family, you need to look after her properly and not let her run out again. This could not only harm herself but also potentially harm others."
Mental illness history?
Feng's Father couldn't allow anyone to talk about his precious daughter like that. He immediately scolded the other party very sternly, "As public servants, how can you throw such accusations at a young girl? If others hear about this, how will she be able to live? What's your badge number? I want to complain to your superior."
Having dealt with this kind of situation many times, the police officer was used to people threatening to complain about him.
He calmly said, "This is just a routine inquiry. I hope you can understand."
Liang Rongrong was the apple of Feng's Father's eye, and he absolutely wouldn't allow outsiders to say anything bad about her.
Yet this police officer said she had a mental illness. Feng's Father continued to berate him for ten minutes on the call, only stopping the topic when he got into his car.
The police officer on the other end remained very calm despite being scolded for over ten minutes.
Thunder rumbled outside, but Feng's Father wasn't afraid at all. He only felt that the car was moving too slowly. His sweet Rongrong was locked up in the police station, and who knows how scared she must be.
It was late at night, and due to the bad weather, the driver was driving slowly for safety reasons.
Feng's Father kept urging the driver to go faster during the journey, "Hurry up, go faster. There are no pedestrians or other cars on the road now, it's fine to speed up a bit."
Although there weren't many vehicles on the road, the road surface was slippery. If the car went too fast, it would be very dangerous.
The driver kept his eyes focused on the road conditions through the windshield. He pleaded, "Sir, the road is slippery now. For safety's sake, we shouldn't drive too fast."
But Feng's Father was still insistent, "No, drive faster. Rongrong must be waiting anxiously."
After all, this was his boss, and the Feng family paid him a good salary. He couldn't directly offend him, what if he got fired?
As a working man, the driver could only agree, "Alright, Mr. Feng. I'll try to go a bit faster so Miss Rongrong doesn't have to wait long."
"That's more like it. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Sometimes, people shouldn't tempt fate.
No sooner had Feng's Father said nothing would happen than a bolt of lightning struck a large tree by the roadside.
The tree, so big it would take two people to encircle it with their arms, fell instantly, right across the road.
When the driver saw this, he immediately hit the brakes, but the car had been going quite fast, and with the rain-slicked roads, even though he slammed on the brakes hard, the car still skidded uncontrollably towards the fallen tree.
Liang Rongrong knew the police had called Feng's Father. Given how much he cared about her, she thought she'd be able to go home soon.
She waited and waited. Hours passed, the minute hand on the wall clock going round and round, but still Feng's Father didn't come to get her.
Liang Rongrong's face darkened. What was going on with him?
From the Feng family villa to this police station, it shouldn't take more than an hour by car. Why was he taking so long to come?
Men are ultimately unreliable, Liang Rongrong thought bitterly.
The young police officer, having waited so long for Feng's Father to come pick her up, had fallen asleep at his desk.
By daybreak, still no one had come.
The officer could only call the number from yesterday, asking if the journey was too long or inconvenient.
He dialed many times but couldn't get through.
The young officer sighed, realizing he'd have to buy an extra breakfast. He hoped the girl's family would come to take her away before lunch.
Two hours later, the phone was answered by a gentle female voice, identifying herself as the phone owner's wife, asking why he had made over a dozen missed calls and if there was something urgent.
Finally having contacted Liang Rongrong's family, the young man felt relieved, thinking he might be able to have her picked up before lunch. "Hello, it's like this: Your husband's goddaughter is being held at our police station. Could you ask him to come pick her up?"
Because terms like "goddaughter" and "godfather" had been misused by some people, and considering this girl had called her godfather instead of her real father when in trouble, he couldn't help but think negatively.
Saying such things to someone's wife felt cruel, but it was part of his job. He couldn't avoid it just because it felt cruel.
The gentle voice on the other end was quiet for a moment before saying, "My husband was in a car accident last night. He's still unconscious and won't be able to pick her up. How about if I send his secretary to get her instead?"
Hearing that the man had been in a car accident the night before, the young officer was startled, feeling it was his fault for asking him to come pick up Liang Rongrong.
How could he say no? He hastily agreed that it would be fine.
Half an hour later, a middle-aged man in a suit entered, carrying a black briefcase. After stating his identity, he said he was there to take Liang Rongrong away.
After having this Mr. Secretary sign the necessary papers, the officer let him take Liang Rongrong with him.
When Liang Rongrong saw Feng's Father's secretary, she initially felt resentful. What did her godfather mean by this? Not coming to the police station to pick her up personally, leaving her locked up for over ten hours, and then sending a secretary to get her? Did he think she wasn't important?
She was full of resentment now, having completely forgotten about whether Feng Yunhe was dead or alive.
The secretary, having reached his current position, was naturally shrewd and had seen through the resentment on Liang Rongrong's face.
She was, after all, the boss's goddaughter. He couldn't offend her.
He said, "The boss was in a car accident last night."
"What?!" Liang Rongrong's voice rose three octaves.
"He's currently unconscious in the hospital and can't come to pick you up, Miss Rongrong. That's why his wife sent me to get you."
If that was the reason, it could be forgiven.
Hearing that Feng's Father had been in an accident made Liang Rongrong think of another issue.
"Is my brother alright?"
Hearing her suddenly mention the young Mr. Feng, the secretary, who was driving, couldn't help but glance back, "How could anything happen to young Mr. Feng? He was at home when the accident happened. Only Mr. Feng and the driver were in the car."
Realizing her earlier expression of concern wasn't enough, Liang Rongrong quickly tried to remedy it, "How is my godfather? Is he okay?"
"He's out of life-threatening danger and should wake up soon."
"That's great. Are you going to the hospital later? I'd like to visit my godfather."
Liang Rongrong was just being polite; she had no intention of going to the hospital to visit Feng's Father.
She had been up all night and caught in the cold rain. Now she really wanted to take a hot shower and have a good sleep.
The secretary was a perceptive man. He only said, "There are still matters to handle at the company. Miss Rongrong, you must be very tired. You can go home and rest first."
Liang Rongrong let out a big sneeze right on cue. She rubbed her nose, "I'm sorry, I got caught in the rain yesterday and seem to have caught a cold. I'll rest a bit and then go to the hospital."
In any case, since my godfather was still in a coma, visiting him would be futile at this point. There was no rush to go to the hospital to see him.
The Secretary continued to smile and replied, "Very well."
