Fever.
‘I don’t know anything,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘Let me go you MF.’
Gu Jiao Wen was impressed Tan Pan Ting was in enough pain for her eyes to be teary, but she didn’t confess. He understood why the drug lord made an exception, and let a woman into the drug lord’s gang.
‘You’ve arrested the wrong person,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘I’m innocent. I’m not going to let you MFs get away with wasting public money to harass innocent citizens.’
Gu Jiao Wen gripped Tan Pan Ting’s chin tighter.
‘You MF let me go,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘I hope all your children are little demons who makes you suffer. Unless you kill me, I won’t let you get away with this.’
Gu Jiao Wen let go of Tan Pan Ting’s chin.
‘Miss, it looks like unless you see your coffin then you won’t cry for mercy,’ Gu Jiao Wen said. ‘You can spend tonight behind bars to reconsider your decision.’
Gu Jiao Wen didn’t believe Tan Pan Ting wouldn’t cooperate after being detained at the police station, and starved for a night.
‘You MF, what right do you have to detain me?’ Tan Pan Ting asked. ‘I want to call my lawyer, and sue you for detaining an innocent citizen.’
Gu Jiao Wen ordered his team not to feed Tan Pan Ting unless she agreed to confess.
No matter how much Tan Pan Ting cursed, no one released her.
Later that night a junior cop reported to Gu Jiao Wen.
‘Did he confess?’ Gu Jiao Wen asked.
‘No,’ the junior cop said. He passed Gu Jiao Wen a bag. ‘This belongs to the woman we arrested tonight.’
Gu Jiao Wen searched the bag, and he took out Tan Pan Ting’s work ID. The photo of the mild woman working for a cosmetic company contrasted with the wild woman in the interrogation room.
‘Boss, do you think we arrested the wrong person?’ the junior cop asked. ‘Why would a drug dealer carry around their real ID?’
‘Tell me again how you and the others found her,’ Gu Jiao Wen asked.
‘Boss, we saw her leaving the nightclub and chasing Tu to an alley way,’ the junior cop said.
‘Um, I want the culprit arrested within twenty-four hours,’ Gu Jiao Wen said.
‘Yes boss,’ the junior cop said.
The following morning, Tan Pan Ting woke up in an unfamiliar place. Her head throbbed, and her throat hurt like she was yelling all night. The door opened, and the harsh morning light hurt her eyes. She saw the female cop who strip searched her last night was holding her bag. All of last night’s events flooded back to her. She remembered drinking at a bar, chasing the man who knocked her over, being interrogated unfairly and detained overnight at a police station.
‘Miss, check your bag,’ the female cop said. ‘If nothing is missing, you can sign this form and leave.’
Tan Pan Ting didn’t bother to read the form before ripping it in half.
‘I’m signing nothing,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘I’m going to sue you MFs.’
Tan Pan Ting stormed out of the police station. On her way outside, she bumped into someone but she was too furious to care.
‘Are you blind?’ Gu Jiao Wen asked. ‘Why aren’t you watching where you’re going?’
Gu Jiao Wen steadied himself, and he turned around to see who bumped into him. It was Tan Pan Ting. She was striding toward a taxi in an angry haze.
Tan Pan Ting got into her bed the moment she arrived home. In her pained state, she heard someone walked into her room.
‘Jia Ju, you’re here,’ Tan Pan Ting said weakly.
‘Heavens, Pan Ting you look like you’re on your death bed,’ Zheng Jia Ju said.
‘Jia Ju, don’t worry,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘Perhaps I caught a cold.’
Zheng Jia Ju measured Tan Pan Ting’s temperature, it was thirty nine and half degrees Celsius.
‘Pan Ting, you have a fever,’ Zheng Jia Ju said.
‘Really?’ Tan Pan Ting asked. ‘Don’t worry. I’m OK.’
‘No wonder you didn’t answer my phone calls,’ Zheng Jia Ju said. ‘You’re sick.’
Zheng Jia Ju called a doctor for a home visit.
A while later the doctor examined Tan Pan Ting. He told Zheng Jia Ju that Tan Pan Ting drank too much, and Tan Pan Ting would recover after resting.
***
End of Chapters Seven to Nine
Fever.
‘I don’t know anything,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘Let me go you MF.’
Gu Jiao Wen was impressed Tan Pan Ting was in enough pain for her eyes to be teary, but she didn’t confess. He understood why the drug lord made an exception, and let a woman into the drug lord’s gang.
‘You’ve arrested the wrong person,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘I’m innocent. I’m not going to let you MFs get away with wasting public money to harass innocent citizens.’
Gu Jiao Wen gripped Tan Pan Ting’s chin tighter.
‘You MF let me go,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘I hope all your children are little demons who makes you suffer. Unless you kill me, I won’t let you get away with this.’
Gu Jiao Wen let go of Tan Pan Ting’s chin.
‘Miss, it looks like unless you see your coffin then you won’t cry for mercy,’ Gu Jiao Wen said. ‘You can spend tonight behind bars to reconsider your decision.’
Gu Jiao Wen didn’t believe Tan Pan Ting wouldn’t cooperate after being detained at the police station, and starved for a night.
‘You MF, what right do you have to detain me?’ Tan Pan Ting asked. ‘I want to call my lawyer, and sue you for detaining an innocent citizen.’
Gu Jiao Wen ordered his team not to feed Tan Pan Ting unless she agreed to confess.
No matter how much Tan Pan Ting cursed, no one released her.
Later that night a junior cop reported to Gu Jiao Wen.
‘Did he confess?’ Gu Jiao Wen asked.
‘No,’ the junior cop said. He passed Gu Jiao Wen a bag. ‘This belongs to the woman we arrested tonight.’
Gu Jiao Wen searched the bag, and he took out Tan Pan Ting’s work ID. The photo of the mild woman working for a cosmetic company contrasted with the wild woman in the interrogation room.
‘Boss, do you think we arrested the wrong person?’ the junior cop asked. ‘Why would a drug dealer carry around their real ID?’
‘Tell me again how you and the others found her,’ Gu Jiao Wen asked.
‘Boss, we saw her leaving the nightclub and chasing Tu to an alley way,’ the junior cop said.
‘Um, I want the culprit arrested within twenty-four hours,’ Gu Jiao Wen said.
‘Yes boss,’ the junior cop said.
The following morning, Tan Pan Ting woke up in an unfamiliar place. Her head throbbed, and her throat hurt like she was yelling all night. The door opened, and the harsh morning light hurt her eyes. She saw the female cop who strip searched her last night was holding her bag. All of last night’s events flooded back to her. She remembered drinking at a bar, chasing the man who knocked her over, being interrogated unfairly and detained overnight at a police station.
‘Miss, check your bag,’ the female cop said. ‘If nothing is missing, you can sign this form and leave.’
Tan Pan Ting didn’t bother to read the form before ripping it in half.
‘I’m signing nothing,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘I’m going to sue you MFs.’
Tan Pan Ting stormed out of the police station. On her way outside, she bumped into someone but she was too furious to care.
‘Are you blind?’ Gu Jiao Wen asked. ‘Why aren’t you watching where you’re going?’
Gu Jiao Wen steadied himself, and he turned around to see who bumped into him. It was Tan Pan Ting. She was striding toward a taxi in an angry haze.
Tan Pan Ting got into her bed the moment she arrived home. In her pained state, she heard someone walked into her room.
‘Jia Ju, you’re here,’ Tan Pan Ting said weakly.
‘Heavens, Pan Ting you look like you’re on your death bed,’ Zheng Jia Ju said.
‘Jia Ju, don’t worry,’ Tan Pan Ting said. ‘Perhaps I caught a cold.’
Zheng Jia Ju measured Tan Pan Ting’s temperature, it was thirty nine and half degrees Celsius.
‘Pan Ting, you have a fever,’ Zheng Jia Ju said.
‘Really?’ Tan Pan Ting asked. ‘Don’t worry. I’m OK.’
‘No wonder you didn’t answer my phone calls,’ Zheng Jia Ju said. ‘You’re sick.’
Zheng Jia Ju called a doctor for a home visit.
A while later the doctor examined Tan Pan Ting. He told Zheng Jia Ju that Tan Pan Ting drank too much, and Tan Pan Ting would recover after resting.
***
End of Chapters Seven to Nine
