– FM ~ Chapter 2: Either Pay Compensation, or Rot in Prison

Chapter 2: Either Pay Compensation, or Rot in Prison

Everyone was stunned. Ye Xiaoluo exclaimed in shock, “Dad, what are you doing?”

But the driver, Mr. Ye, walked up to the cold-faced Jiang Yuxia and said, “Miss Jiang, my daughter was ignorant and caused such an embarrassing scene. I’m truly sorry.”

He bowed his head apologetically and even pulled Ye Xiaoluo along to apologize.

Yet Ye Xiaoluo refused. Her face turned pale. “Dad, did you mistake her for someone else? She interfered in my relationship with Brother Huaizhou. She’s the mistress!”

“Shut up!” Mr. Ye roared angrily. “Stop talking nonsense. Miss Jiang is not a mistress.”

Jiang Yuxia’s eyes flickered as her gaze moved back and forth between the driver and Ye Xiaoluo.

This was only the second time she had met the Wei family’s driver.

If Grandma Wei hadn’t heard that Jiang Yuxia planned to donate the antique to a museum and insisted on arranging a driver for her safety, Jiang Yuxia would never have known that Ye Xiaoluo was actually the daughter of the Wei family’s chauffeur.

The surrounding crowd, who had been filming everything, immediately pointed their phones toward Mr. Ye.

“The driver who’s worked for Old Master Wei is here! He personally confirmed Jiang Yuxia isn’t a mistress. What a plot twist!”

Mr. Ye’s expression turned ugly. “Stop filming! This is all just a misunderstanding!”

Jiang Yuxia raised a brow. “So what exactly is going on?”

Mr. Ye first glanced at the pale and panicked-looking Ye Xiaoluo before lowering his head and speaking in an extremely humble tone.

“Miss Jiang, my daughter grew up with Young Master Wei. She only recently returned after graduating overseas, and there are some things she doesn’t understand. It’s not convenient for me to explain here.”

“I’ll find another opportunity to explain later. I’ll have her apologize to you, and let’s end this matter here. Surely you don’t want things to escalate and damage Young Master Wei’s reputation, right?”

However, Ye Xiaoluo refused to speak. No matter what her father said, she only bit her lip tightly while staring at Jiang Yuxia with reddened eyes.

Seeing his daughter unwilling to apologize, Mr. Ye stopped insisting.

Instead, he turned toward the people filming nearby and took a photo of them with his phone.

“I’ve recorded everyone present here. All videos taken today must be deleted. This concerns President Wei of our company. If any of you upload these videos online and cause negative influence, the Wei Group will pursue legal responsibility against you.”

Most of the onlookers had just come out of the auction hall and were wealthy themselves.

But compared to the truly powerful Wei family, they were still far beneath them.

If they still wanted to do business and survive in this social circle, offending the Wei family was not an option.

The crowd exchanged glances and slowly put away their phones.

The ponytailed girl whispered, “Xiaoluo, see? I told you once your dad came, he’d settle everything. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Ye Xiaoluo’s expression improved slightly.

But Jiang Yuxia suddenly turned around and waved behind her. “Come over. Did you record everything?”

The female usher emerged from behind the lobby door holding a phone.

“I recorded it all, Miss Jiang. Here’s your phone back.”

The moment Jiang Yuxia saw the warning in the future diary earlier, she had already guessed that the group outside was there to block her.

To preserve evidence, she had handed the usher ten thousand yuan in cash and asked her to film everything.

Mr. Ye frowned slightly. “Miss Jiang, your video also cannot be spread publicly. Please understand. You wouldn’t want Young Master Wei’s reputation damaged and the group implicated, would you?”

Jiang Yuxia sneered while lightly waving her phone.

“You’re too late. This is a livestream.”

She turned the screen toward them.

Inside the livestream room titled “Xiaxia’s Daily Life Fragments,” the viewer count had already surpassed 999+.

The bullet comments were flying by faster than bullets:

“The Wei family’s driver acts even more arrogantly than President Wei!”

“If even a driver dares to threaten people like this, I can’t imagine what the Wei family is really like.”

“It’s already 2024 and you’re still using power and influence to bully people?”

Mr. Ye was completely stunned. “Th-this… Miss Jiang, you and President Wei are family. Doing this will harm him!”

Jiang Yuxia’s voice turned icy.

“Stop trying to twist the blame. Your daughter came here out of nowhere to accuse me of being a mistress. The person truly causing trouble for the Wei family is her, not me.”

“And the reason you wanted to suppress the video isn’t for the Wei family’s sake. It’s for your daughter.”

Ye Xiaoluo’s face turned pale. “Don’t push things too far.”

Jiang Yuxia could no longer be bothered wasting words. She ended the livestream and dialed the police hotline.

“Hello, officer? I’d like to report a crime. Someone damaged my property and attempted to harm me physically.”

Ye Xiaoluo’s cousin immediately panicked.

After all, he was the one who had destroyed the ten-million-yuan antique. Once the police arrived, how could he possibly escape paying for it?

“Miss Jiang, this is all a misunderstanding. Please listen to our explanation.”

Jiang Yuxia glanced at him coldly. “I don’t have time to listen. You can explain it to the police.”

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Four hours later.

Police station, mediation room.

Jiang Yuxia sat with her arms crossed and a cold expression. Across from her sat Ye Xiaoluo, the ponytailed girl, Ye Xiaoluo’s cousin, and her father.

A young and handsome police officer pushed open the door.

“We’ve completed the investigation. Ms. Ye Xiaoluo, holder of ID number ending in 098X, is officially listed as unmarried.”

The ponytailed girl and Ye Xiaoluo’s cousin both stared at her in shock.

“Didn’t you say President Wei secretly registered your marriage last year?”

“Yeah! You even borrowed your household registration booklet from your dad. We all saw the marriage certificate!”

Father Ye rubbed his forehead silently with one hand, saying nothing.

Ye Xiaoluo tightly clenched her dress, her face pale. “I… I don’t know. My head hurts…”

Suddenly, she began gasping for air and collapsed to the floor with a loud thud.

Everyone panicked and jumped to their feet.

“Xiaoluo!” Father Ye hurriedly lifted his daughter into his arms.

Two female police officers came in and accompanied Father Ye as they rushed Ye Xiaoluo to the hospital.

Only the ponytailed girl and Ye Xiaoluo’s cousin remained behind. It was as if they had finally realized something, because neither of them dared to look up at Jiang Yuxia anymore.

“Officer,” Jiang Yuxia said with a cold smile curling at her lips, “she attempted to injure me, and he destroyed the antique I bought. Please handle everything according to procedure. My condition is simple: absolutely no settlement. Either compensate me, or go to prison.”

The ponytailed girl gritted her teeth. “Do you really have to take things this far? It was just a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” Jiang Yuxia sneered. “How about I gather a crowd to surround you, point at your face, and call you a mistress? Would you call that a misunderstanding too?”

Besides, if the future diary hadn’t warned her in time, and if she hadn’t been prepared for that kick, the one being sent to the hospital right now might have been her!

This matter had to be pursued to the end.

Ye Xiaoluo’s cousin suddenly asked, “When exactly did you register your marriage with President Wei? We’ve never heard the Wei family mention it before. Are you really his wife?”

This time, before Jiang Yuxia could answer, the police officer coldly replied for her:

“We already verified it. She is indeed Wei Huaizhou’s lawful wife.”

The two immediately fell silent.

They had come to catch a mistress, only to discover they had accused the legal wife instead.

Which meant… was Ye Xiaoluo actually the other woman?

The ponytailed girl slammed her fist on the table.

“Wei Huaizhou is such a scumbag! If he already had a wife, why did he still give Xiaoluo so many gifts? He knew she had heart disease and couldn’t handle emotional stress, yet he still led her on!”

Then she turned and pointed accusingly at Jiang Yuxia.

“And why didn’t you keep your husband under control?”

Jiang Yuxia crossed her arms, her expression icy.

“I’m not his mother. Whether he dates one woman or ten has nothing to do with me. Why don’t you keep an eye on your friend instead, so she stops pretending to be the legal wife while stealing someone else’s husband?”

Ye Xiaoluo’s cousin snapped, “Watch your mouth!”

The young police officer suddenly stood up.

“That’s enough! Keep arguing and I’ll detain all of you! And you two as well—believing rumors without even checking the facts first. Even now, you still haven’t properly apologized to Miss Jiang.”

Only after the officer spoke did the two reluctantly stand up and apologize with pale faces.

“Sorry.”

Jiang Yuxia lowered her sunglasses slightly, her red lips cold and indifferent.

“Apology rejected.”

Ye Xiaoluo’s cousin became anxious.

“You’re doing this on purpose! Officer, judge fairly here. She bought a ten-million-yuan antique and stuffed it inside an LV bag. Who would’ve known there was an antique inside?”

The officer slammed the table and spoke sternly.

“Even if she carried it in a plastic bag, that still wouldn’t justify you destroying someone else’s property!”

Jiang Yuxia let out a cold laugh.

“I’ll give you three days. If I don’t see the money by then, prepare to rot in prison.”

Her attitude was utterly uncompromising, leaving no room for mediation.

As a result, the ponytailed girl immediately paid one hundred thousand yuan in compensation for emotional damages.

Ye Xiaoluo’s cousin, meanwhile, had destroyed the antique and obviously couldn’t come up with ten million yuan on the spot, so he could only call his family to gather the money.

But this wasn’t one thousand yuan.

It was ten million.

Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Jiang Yuxia turned around and walked away without even glancing back.

The young police officer hurried after her.

“Miss Jiang.”

Jiang Yuxia quickened her pace.

“Jiang Yuxia, stop right there!” His deep, cold voice now carried a trace of anger.