Seeing that Lu Shiyan was too agitated, Huang Yu raised his hands and tried to calm him."Mr. Lu, I know you must be anxious right now, but you need to calm down. We'll only be able to find Miss Su sooner if you cooperate with us."
Lu Shiyan's voice was hoarse. "Alright. I'll cooperate."
Huang Yu took statements from each of them in turn. When his gaze landed on Su Ning'an's face, there was a faint, murderous chill in his eyes."Su Ning'an, your turn."
My mother immediately stepped forward to block his way."Captain Huang, my daughter has a weak heart. She can't handle emotional stress—it could trigger a heart attack. Please, don't make things difficult for her. If you have questions, ask me instead."
Huang Yu stared at my mother's face, full of motherly concern, and his already stern expression became even more serious."Mrs. Su, I find it strange. Your elder daughter has been missing for so long, yet you don't seem the least bit worried. Even during the statement just now, I didn't see any sign that you cared. But your younger daughter—just being questioned—and you're this nervous? Now, Miss Su's disappearance is highly likely to be a homicide. But judging by your family's attitude toward her, suicide isn't impossible either."
In just a short while, even outsiders could feel the suffocating atmosphere within my family.
"N-no, I'm just worried about my daughter's health…"
"It's only questioning. If she's innocent, what is there to fear? Everyone goes through the same procedure—no exceptions."
After saying that, Huang Yu turned and walked away. My mother kept holding onto Su Ning'an, whispering instructions for a long time. To anyone watching, it looked as if she were sending her daughter off to war.
"Sweetheart, don't be nervous. Just answer what they ask, that's all."
"Okay, Mom. I understand."
A flash of impatience passed through Su Ning'an's lowered eyes.
It was all because she'd built such a perfect image—so delicate, so gentle—that she naturally drew people's desire to protect her.
When she stepped into the interrogation room, I noticed the curtains had been drawn at some point. There was a desk lamp on the table, the only light in the room.
Inside were only the two of them—Huang Yu and her.
Huang Yu sat behind the desk lamp, his figure half hidden in shadow. I couldn't see his expression, only feel the oppressive air filling the room.
Because I couldn't stray too far from Lu Shiyan, I could only stay near the doorway.
When the door closed, I could no longer see anything.
Still, I had a feeling—Huang Yu's attitude toward Su Ning'an was different.
He had begun to suspect her.
Whether by motive or by deduction from everyone else's statements, all the clues pointed again and again toward Su Ning'an as the key figure.
But I knew too well—Su Ning'an had already prepared her story. For someone like her, with nerves of steel, a simple statement or casual interrogation meant nothing.
She stayed inside longer than anyone else, which made my mother pace anxiously.
"An'an has never been to a place like this. They've been questioning her for so long—she must be scared to death!"
"Relax. The police won't make things hard for her. They're just clarifying the facts."
I almost laughed out loud.She wasn't afraid of killing, what would she be afraid of now?
After a while, Su Ning'an finally came out.
Her expression hadn't changed at all.
For a high-intelligence criminal like her, the police clearly posed no threat.
In contrast, Huang Yu's face had turned dark and uncertain. He probably sensed there was something wrong with her—but Su Ning'an's explanations and evidence left him no opening.
She could explain everything away as "coincidence."
Police work is based on evidence. Without proof, all suspicions remain only speculation.
"Sweetheart, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I just told the truth," Su Ning'an replied calmly, her tone unshaken. "Can we go now?"
Huang Yu's hawk-like eyes stared coldly at her."Your sister's been missing for so long, yet you don't seem the least bit worried or tense."
"Captain Huang," she said softly, "everyone expresses emotions differently. And you've said yourself—it's not like she disappeared yesterday. Over the past month, I haven't been able to eat or sleep properly. I've already exhausted myself. I know that as an ordinary woman, there's nothing I can do. From here on, I can only rely on you to find out what happened to my sister."
Huang Yu couldn't find a single flaw in her statement."You may go. Be ready for the next summons at any time."
"Alright. Thank you for your hard work."
At that moment, Lu Shiyan spoke up."Captain Huang, you recovered the wedding dress, right? I'd like to see it."
Considering he was directly involved and might provide useful information, Huang Yu agreed."Come with me."
The wedding dress had been carefully preserved. Lu Shiyan probably never imagined the next time he'd see it would be here—inside a police station.
He staggered forward, step by step, toward the dress sealed in a transparent bag. His trembling hand reached out, wanting to touch it—but Huang Yu stopped him.
"This dress is our only piece of evidence. To avoid leaving fingerprints, please just look."
It was a haute couture piece designed by a famous designer. Even sealed in plastic, the diamonds on it still sparkled under the light.
Drip.
A drop of water suddenly fell onto the plastic bag, sliding down its smooth surface.
I turned and saw Lu Shiyan's face streaked with tears.
His eyes were bloodshot; tears streamed uncontrollably down his face.
"Mr. Lu," Huang Yu said quietly, "judging by the cuts on the dress and the information you provided—if what the student Huang Ying said was true—that the wound she saw was at the waist, then the gash and the bloodstains on this wedding dress match perfectly. There's an eighty to ninety percent chance that Miss Su was killed. The possibility she's still alive is very small. You should prepare yourself mentally."
The moment he heard that, Lu Shiyan grabbed Huang Yu's hand tightly."No. No! Wanwan can't be dead!"
He pointed at the dress, as if drowning in memory."She must've just been angry. The design for this dress was finalized half a year ago. I made one phone call and changed the embroidery—she didn't like it! She hated this dress! That's why she stabbed it herself!"
"Mr. Lu, please calm down. We'll soon be deploying officers for the investigation. Go home and wait for updates."
But Lu Shiyan was clearly triggered by the sight of that dress.
Maybe he was remembering how, after our reconciliation, I had been full of joy, showing him the design sketches and asking him to choose.
Later, when I tried the dress, Su Ning'an had put it on before me. My family scolded me for being overbearing. On the wedding day, I appeared before him wearing a gown that didn't even fit properly. Out of spite toward both of them, I didn't smile once.
His heart had been with Su Ning'an the whole time—he never even noticed.
Now, the first time he truly looked at that dress, it had already become evidence in a murder case.
It was easy to imagine how he felt now.
A torrent of emotions surged inside him—regret, pain, guilt, despair—all tangled together in his eyes.
He suddenly slapped himself hard across the face."I deserve to die!"
"Mr. Lu, calm down—"
Lu Shiyan collapsed in front of the dress, clutching it in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably."Wanwan, I was wrong… I know I was wrong…"