After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

"Why don't you go and check right now to see if any leader in this military compound who wore this kind of uniform today is... currently missing an identical cufflink?"

Ye Zhen's voice was clear and cold, swirling in the deathly silent corridor. Every word was like an icicle, striking Qian Weiguo's heart.

The fake smile on Qian Weiguo's face had completely shattered, leaving only a paper-white expression. He looked at Ye Zhen with eyes that seemed to be looking at a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Li Jian's face turned extremely grim. He looked at the evidence bag in Ye Zhen's hand, then at Qian Weiguo, who was on the verge of collapse beside him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

The air in the corridor was so heavy it was suffocating.

However, Ye Zhen did not press her advantage, nor did she launch a vehement interrogation or a condescending judgment.

She did something that surprised everyone.

She walked steadily to Qian Weiguo. The distance between them instantly shrank to just one step.

She raised her hand, her slender, fair fingers gently touching the collar of Qian Weiguo's crisp officer's uniform.

Qian Weiguo's muscles tensed instantly, and he seemed to be nailed to the spot, even forgetting to breathe.

Ye Zhen lowered her eyes, like a meticulous wife tidying her husband's luggage. Her fingers slowly and deliberately smoothed out a wrinkle on his collar, her movements incredibly gentle.

"Team Leader Qian."

Her voice was very soft, with a strange gentleness, and it almost whispered in his ear.

"Your clothes are made of really good material. Is it a special supply?" She looked up, her clear eyes reflecting Qian Weiguo's terrified face. "It's just... there's a gap at the cuff, it looks a bit of a shame."

These seemingly innocuous words are more torturous than any form of torture.

A gentle knife can pierce the deepest and hurt the most.

At this moment, Qian Weiguo's psychological defenses crumbled, letting out a groan of unbearable strain. He could feel the icy touch of Ye Zhen's fingertips; the chill crept up her collar, into his skin, and spread throughout his entire body.

He tried to back away, but his legs felt like lead and he couldn't move. He wanted to speak up, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't make a sound.

Gu Zheng, who had been leaning against the door frame watching the show, finally made a move.

He looked at his "fiancée" as she spoke the most powerful words with the gentlest demeanor, his dark eyes filled with admiration and amusement.

Even when she's trying to scare people, she's still so charming.

He strolled over slowly, leaning on his cane and dragging his injured leg, stopping precisely beside the two of them. His leisurely manner completely disrupted the tense atmosphere.

"Uncle Qian," Gu Zheng began lazily, his tone carrying a hint of irreverent teasing, "You're not young anymore, so why are you still acting like a young man, with such a fiery temper?"

He glanced sideways at Qian Weiguo's empty sleeve, then changed the subject, asking an even more outrageous question.

"Was the exercise too strenuous last night? You even lost your cufflinks."

These words immediately created an awkward atmosphere in the corridor.

Li Jian and his men exchanged bewildered glances, their faces contorted with a mixture of wanting to laugh and suppressing their amusement. Who could have imagined that in such a serious setting, where you could hear a pin drop, this troublemaker from the Gu family would actually utter such a joke?

This is not an interrogation, it's a public humiliation!

Qian Weiguo's old face turned a deep purplish-red, a mixture of anger and shame. He stammered for a long time, but couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.

Ye Zhen naturally withdrew her hand, as if genuinely participating in Gu Zheng's "casual conversation." She turned her head and added in a purely academic tone:

"The nerve agent I extracted, besides causing the illusion of acute anaphylactic shock, also has an initial side effect." She looked at Qian Weiguo, her eyes calm and unwavering, "It affects the fine motor skills of peripheral nerves. For example, buttoning a button, or simply adjusting one's cuffs, can become very difficult."

She paused for a moment, each word striking a nerve with Qian Weiguo's fragile sensibilities.

"So, it's normal to accidentally drop something."

One sings the red face, the other sings the white face.

One uses a reckless attitude to shatter your dignity, while the other uses professional analysis to block all your escape routes.

Standing between the two men, Qian Weiguo felt dizzy and cold sweat soaked his back. He felt like he wasn't being investigated, but rather surrounded by two wild beasts, being toyed with, torn apart, and enjoying the prey's last struggle before it collapsed.

In the midst of this seemingly relaxed atmosphere of casual conversation, Ye Zhen's expression suddenly turned cold without warning.

All the tenderness and playfulness vanished from her beautiful eyes in an instant, leaving only the coldness and sharpness of a scalpel.

"Still not going to confess?!"

A sharp shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, slammed into Qian Weiguo's ears!

This sudden change, this earth-shattering question, was like a heavy hammer blow, completely shattering Qian Weiguo's nerves that were stretched to the limit!

He trembled with fear and almost instinctively screamed, "I didn't! I don't know anything! I've never seen any cufflinks! That thing isn't mine!"

Before he could finish speaking, he froze.

The corridor was deathly silent.

Everyone heard it clearly.

Ye Zhen only mentioned "one cufflink is missing" from beginning to end, but she didn't say that she found it.

All the smiles on Gu Zheng's face vanished the moment Qian Weiguo uttered those words. They were replaced by a grim atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing, and a furious rage that seemed to explode with overwhelming force.

He looked at Qian Weiguo, whose face was ashen, and his voice was so cold it could drop ice crystals.

"It seems that Team Leader Qian has seen that cufflink with his own eyes."

Gu Zheng gave him no further chances. He turned his head and raised his chin at the two plainclothes youths who had been waiting at the end of the corridor, his tone giving an absolute command.

"take away."

"yes!"

The two men responded and swiftly stepped forward, grabbing Qian Weiguo, whose legs were already as weak as mud, from either side.

Li Jian's face turned completely pale. He stepped forward, his voice hoarse: "Commander Gu, this... is against the rules! Team Leader Qian is the head of the investigation team sent from Beijing, you can't..."

Gu Zheng swept a cold glance over.

"Rules?" He sneered, his laughter tinged with a heavy stench of blood. "In my world, I am the rule."

He ignored Li Jian, who was standing there dumbfounded, and when his gaze returned to Ye Zhen, his fierce aura subsided.

"Come on, let me take you to rest." He reached out and naturally grasped Ye Zhen's wrist.

It was freezing cold there.