Golden Temptation – A Yuri Story - Chapter 70

“How could this happen?” Lan Qing turned and bolted toward the hospital.

“Miss! Your flowers!” someone shouted, but Lan Qing couldn’t care less. Flowers were the last thing on her mind—she just wanted to see Jing Xuan immediately.

By the time she reached the National Hospital, the entrance had already been cordoned off with police tape. Officers were evacuating the crowd while the SWAT team stood in formation, as if there was an armed and dangerous criminal holed up inside.

Such a large-scale operation to apprehend just one person—Jing Xuan—it was clear: they wanted her dead.

Inside the building, as soon as Jing Xuan heard it was the police, she didn’t resist. She calmly allowed them to handcuff her and place a black hood over her head as she was led out.

“Ready!”

The sound of assault rifles being cocked sent Lan Qing’s heart into her throat.

This is a setup!

They were just waiting for Jing Xuan to step outside so they could open fire and frame it as a justified killing of a violent fugitive.

What should I do? What can I do?!

“Xiaolu!” Lan Qing called out. “Try to sneak in and assess the situation! I’m sure this is a trap—Jing Xuan is in danger! You must support her!”

“Don’t worry, Miss Qing. I’ll get our young mistress out safely. Please take care of yourself!”

“I will! Go now—and be careful!”

Xiaolu disappeared into the crowd, moving along the side of the building.

I need to do something… I need to do something for Jing Xuan…

Lan Qing paced in place, wringing her hands in desperation—until someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Fei’er!”

“Shhh! Lan Qing, let’s talk somewhere else!”

“But—”

“No buts—I have a plan!”

Qiao Fei led Lan Qing to the edge of the crowd.

“Fei’er, what are you doing here?”

“I was worried… about her, so I followed you guys. I was on the same flight, just not in first class—I couldn’t afford it…”

“Fei’er, this isn’t a joke. Jing Xuan is in real danger. Did you see those SWAT officers? They’re just waiting for her to walk out so they can gun her down!”

“Lan Qing, you’re smart—but I’m not stupid either. I know this is a setup. Jing Xuan was with us the whole time, how could she have come back to kill anyone? We have to think of a way to save her!”

“You said you had a plan. What is it?”

“Think about it—who do the police listen to? We can’t brute-force our way through, and I don’t have the connections your family does. But if we can stop the SWAT team from shooting, Jing Xuan will be safe—at least temporarily. Then you can use your connections to bail her out or buy some time.

Singapore is a country that prides itself on the rule of law, and with this many civilians watching, they won’t dare act recklessly.”

“You’re right!”

“Then call someone, now, before it’s too late!”

“Yes! But who? Who?! Wait—Grandpa!”

Lan Qing pulled out her phone and immediately called her grandfather, Hasegawa.

“This is good,” she said. “Even though Grandpa’s retired, he still holds a high position in the military. If the Japanese consulate gets involved, this becomes an international incident—they wouldn’t dare open fire!”

“She’s coming out! She’s coming out!”

The crowd surged forward, eager to witness Jing Xuan being dragged out in disgrace.

“Oh no! Who knows how long it’ll take for the consulate to get here!”

“Watch this!” Qiao Fei suddenly grabbed Lan Qing’s phone and sprinted toward the scene.

Lan Qing quickly realized what she was doing and ran after her, shouting as she went, “Stop that thief! Someone stop her!”

Qiao Fei was wearing a loose hoodie and a baseball cap. From a distance, she looked like a delicate young boy. She kept her head down and ran full speed into the SWAT perimeter.

The sudden appearance of a “child” threw the entire combat formation into chaos.

“Hey! It’s dangerous here!” someone shouted.

Qiao Fei ignored them and kept running—zigzagging toward the densest part of the crowd. Panic spread as people scattered, while Lan Qing continued chasing after her, yelling “Thief! Thief!”

Inside the chaos, Jing Xuan, wearing a black hood, heard Lan Qing’s voice and instinctively tore off the mask.

Why… why is Lan Qing chasing a child?

Then Qiao Fei ran directly toward her, blocking the gunmen’s line of sight. Jing Xuan nearly gasped out loud.

What kind of insane play is this…? Fei’er?!

Although Qiao Fei and Lan Qing’s improvised plan had completely disrupted the SWAT strategy, buying crucial time, not everyone had dropped their guard.

Amid the crowd, a “pregnant woman” subtly shifted, and from beneath the bulge of her belly emerged the barrel of a silenced weapon, carefully hidden under layers of fabric.
Just as she was about to pull the trigger, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and whispered in her ear:

“Boss says abort the mission.”

She looked up to see a fleet of black Mercedes vans pulling up.

The people exiting the vehicles clearly carried weight—SWAT officers saluted them, and police stood to attention in perfect military form.

Far from being executed, Jing Xuan was escorted politely into a police vehicle.

The crowd slowly dispersed in confusion.

Jing Xuan had been arrested for the alleged murder of Huang Zhixiong and was taken into custody.

Though she had narrowly escaped death, her life was still in constant danger behind bars.

Lan Qing and Qiao Fei continued working every connection they had, desperate just to see her and confirm she was still safe.

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In the interrogation room, Jing Xuan, now in prison garb, was brought under a harsh overhead light. The dim surroundings and sharp brightness above gave the space a tense, oppressive air.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, waiting for the interrogation to begin.

“Huang Jing Xuan.”

A crisp, melodious female voice called her name.

Jing Xuan opened her eyes and saw a woman sitting across from her—a beautiful woman, tall and poised, with long legs crossed elegantly.

Her posture was relaxed, one hand flipping through a case file, while sharp, intelligent eyes studied Jing Xuan with interest.

“I’m Inspector Shi Jiawen from the Singapore Police Force. I’ve been assigned to your case.”

“I’m a suspect, not a criminal, Miss,” Jing Xuan corrected.

Shi Jiawen smiled. “Heh… didn’t expect you to be so cheeky. You may call me Inspector Shi.”

She didn’t seem offended—if anything, she looked intrigued.

“You’re really a woman?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you kill him?”

“I’d like to ask you a question first.”

“Go ahead.”

“You say I murdered my godfather. What’s your evidence?”

“Evidence?” Shi Jiawen smiled faintly and turned to the screen behind her.

Surveillance footage from the night of the incident began to play.

The video showed a tall man in visitor’s scrubs entering Huang Zhixiong’s hospital room.

He stood at the foot of the bed, staring for about four minutes.

Then, calmly, he stepped forward and disconnected the ventilator.

A minute later, Huang Zhixiong’s breathing became labored. He began to convulse—then went still.

The heart monitor flatlined.

Five minutes passed.

The man reconnected the ventilator and left the room.

But the heart monitor never restarted.

“What happened to my godfather?” Jing Xuan’s voice trembled slightly as she watched the footage.

Shi Jiawen looked at her, eyes glinting with something between mockery and curiosity.

“Do you really need me to say it?”

“Tell me!”

In that moment, Jing Xuan’s presence was like that of a lioness ready to pounce. Shi Jiawen actually felt a flicker of fear.

“Half an hour later, medical staff arrived. Huang Zhixiong had already… suffocated to death.”

“He was admitted due to food poisoning, right?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of poison?”

“Lab results confirmed cantharidin.”

“Where is he now?! My godfather—where is his body?!”

“Calm down. I’ll take you to him once the questioning is over.”

“How long has he been… gone?”

“Today makes it three full days.”

“Three days…”

Jing Xuan collapsed into the chair, tugging weakly at her handcuffs.

“Three days…”

Watching her so broken, Shi Jiawen felt a strange pang of sympathy. She cleared her throat.

“Huang Jing Xuan, let’s continue the questioning. Once we’re done, you can see your godfather.”

“On the night of November 10th—the night of the crime—where were you?”

“I was in Japan. How could I have come back and hurt my godfather?”

“Do you have proof?”

“Yes! Lots of people can vouch for me. Immigration records too!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll look into it. But… how do you explain this?”

She pressed another button.

A new clip played—surveillance from outside the hospital room.

After the suspect left, he took off the scrubs and tossed them into a bin.

The camera caught a clear view of his face.

Jing Xuan stared at the screen in shock.

The suspect…

looked exactly like her.