Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1200 - 1178: I Am Here to Turn Myself In

She wrapped his neck tightly, using her legs to hold his athletic and solid forearm even tighter, as if afraid he might slip away, while kissing him with more passion and confusion.

He gasped heavily, wishing he could have her right there in the courtyard under the night sky. Although surprised by her enthusiasm tonight, he wasn’t really shocked, assuming it was the alcohol at work. Under the night sky, he quickly embraced her and strode into the villa.

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The whole night of passionate entanglement made the bedroom filled with a spring-like romantic atmosphere, and the air was full of intoxicating fragrances.

Dawn was approaching.

Outside the window, on the horizon, there was a faint light about to brighten.

On the large bed with white sheets, the man’s sleeping face was calm and perfect, with tightly closed eyelashes casting a shadow on each side of his high nose bridge, unevenly. His exposed upper body had eight muscles toned from years of exercise, and a faint bronze skin tone, provoking thoughts.

The bathroom door quietly opened.

All dressed up, Qiao Yongyong walked out, picked up a small suitcase that’s been long prepared from the wardrobe, then glanced at the figure on the bed.

Her heart seemed to have been gouged, such reluctance.

Only by breathing deeply, again and again, could she swallow the tears in her throat.

She steeled herself, turned around, and pressed a document under the crystal ashtray on the coffee table. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

On the first page of the document, the words "Divorce Agreement" prominently stood.

Party A Nie Yixiao, Party B Qiao Yongyong.

Under Party B, her name was already signed completely in the blank spot.

A year as his wife was enough.

Originally like an unrealistic dream, now, the dream should end, and she should do what she truly ought to do.

Brother cannot surrender, cannot go to jail.

Putting him in jail is equivalent to letting him die, and if brother goes to jail, the Longding Society would collapse.

She is the lady of the Longding Society, the sister of Qiao Zonghan, it’s most fitting for her to take the blame; the Mexican police would accept it.

He should belong to a better girl, like Gan Ying, not to someone like her who cannot bear children and has family troubles dragging him down.

Once she leaves, someday he would gradually forget about her, perhaps reunite with Gan Ying.

Before dawn, Qiao Yongyong pushed open the door and left the bedroom they had lived in for several months.

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Mexico, the capital Mexico City, local time in the evening.

With the last tinge of sunset glow, a green local taxi abruptly stopped at the city police station’s entrance.

The door opened, a petite Chinese girl’s silhouette paid the fare, stepped out, looked up at the police station’s sign, and quietly walked inside.

The Mexican policemen with guns and bullets on their waists were slightly surprised to see this unexpected Chinese girl entering the police station.

She quietly weaved through the crowd of policemen, expressionless, strolling as if in leisure, without any tension, seemingly unburdened, until she entered the reporting hall.

"Miss, what’s the matter?" the male receptionist cop greeted in English.

The girl calmly said, "I’m here to turn myself in."

With a clamor, the tall, burly policeman sprang up, looking at the girl full of youthful presence before him, unable to believe: "You... what have you done?"

"I am the lady of the Longding Society, Qiao Yongyong. A few months ago, regarding the arms trading case on the yacht in the Gulf of Mexico, I participated and orchestrated it."

The policeman’s face suddenly turned serious: "Miss, do you know the consequences of what you’re saying?"

Her face remained tranquil and unchanging, nodding slightly.

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The capital of Mexico at night still retained the remnants of the day’s heat and bustle.

But Qiao Yongyong could no longer hear it.

After surrendering, she was taken into the station’s detention center by the police, temporarily held.

The small room surrounded by cement walls was dark and cold, with only a small skylight overhead.

The iron door closed with a "bang," the sound of the officers’ footsteps gradually faded away, and Qiao Yongyong climbed up onto the bed made of cold stone bricks.

Scanning the cold and dim surroundings, she shivered and hugged her knees to muster her courage.

Only this way, brother would escape danger, and would no longer be wanted and chased.

Brother’s health could not withstand a long time hiding and fleeing.

She didn’t care, still young, healthier than brother, even if imprisoned, she could endure it.

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Qiao Yongyong was confined here for three days.

Three days later, the police put handcuffs on her, escorted her to the interrogation room, and began asking detailed questions about the specific details of the arms case on that day.

She cooperated fully, stating everything she knew, consistently with only one central meaning: she was the mastermind behind the arms case, from beginning to end, and it had nothing to do with her brother.

Under the dim and bright desk lamp in the interrogation room, the expressionless face and resolute words of the Chinese girl slightly shocked the experienced police officers, unsure of what kind of belief supported such courage in this girl.

She did not require defense, nor did she need a defense attorney, appearing only to want the matter resolved quickly.

But the Mexican police were no softies, clearly understanding that such a significant arms case could not be managed by this girl alone; most likely, she’s the scapegoat for Qiao Zonghan.

A burly middle-aged police officer impatiently grabbed Qiao Yongyong’s collar, harshly questioning in English:

"You’re covering for your brother, aren’t you? Stop playing tricks! Confess honestly!"

Qiao Yongyong felt the rough knuckles of the middle-aged cop almost embedded in her neck, momentarily almost unable to breathe.

She was aware that the Mexican police favored using brutal methods for interrogating prisoners, this was no new knowledge, she’d heard of even heavier tortures than this.

She suppressed the terror in her heart, raised her plain face to directly stare the male cop in front of her straight in the eyes and said solemnly: "No, it has nothing to do with Qiao Zonghan. I am fully responsible."

The male cop, seeing her persistent non-cooperation, erupted in anger, tightening his grip and throwing the girl he was holding heavily backward: "Say, did Qiao Zonghan put you up to surrendering to take the fall? Still not honest enough? Everything you’re saying now is false testimony, misleading the police, do you know the consequences? I’ll give you another chance! Betray your brother and you can become a whistleblower, no harm will come to you!"

With a "bang," Qiao Yongyong’s entire body slammed against the wall, feeling as if her bones were breaking, yet she still tried to prop herself up by the wall, her delicate lips curling into a contemptuous smile, her porcelain-white face as bloodless as a sacred goddess, coldly said to the cop:

"Even if you give me a hundred chances, my answer remains the same. The arms case on the Mexican yacht was planned and arranged by me alone, my brother was uninformed and uninvolved from start to finish."