Chapter 57: Qu Changfeng’s Ingenuity

With new guidance and ideas in hand, Qu Changfeng visited the prosecutor’s office, exchanged flirtatious banter with Zhen Yuqi, and conveniently obtained the genuine arrest warrant signed by her.

This was no longer a mere police detention—a formal arrest of Ma Weimin was imminent.

Deliberately avoiding Zhang Qing, Qu Changfeng brought two officers and drove to Haihao Tower at precisely one o’clock in the afternoon. Before they even got out of the car, they spotted Ma Weimin in the parking lot, boarding a black Lexus.

His subordinates prepared to intercept and apprehend him, but Qu Changfeng suddenly held them back. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong, Officer Qu?” The two young policemen were puzzled. If they didn’t act now, Ma Weimin would leave, perhaps even escape.

Qu Changfeng had his reasons. These two junior officers were oblivious to the subtleties of power. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was Jiang Yaowen’s car.

Holding a properly issued arrest warrant, theoretically, one could apprehend anyone—even the head of state. The problem, however, was that those with a true understanding of power hesitated.

“Officer Qu, what’s going on? They’re driving off.” The two officers pressed.

Qu Changfeng told them to be quiet, shrinking into his collar as he watched the Lexus drive away. Only then, with lingering anxiety, did he speak. “Did you see who was inside?”

The officers shook their heads. “Couldn’t see. The tinted windows are opaque.”

Qu Changfeng hesitated for a moment. “Follow that car—keep your distance, don’t get too close. Let me make a call first.”

While driving, he decisively dialed his father. The instructions he received matched his own understanding: don’t act rashly, follow and observe. If Jiang Yaowen wasn’t present—if it was just his driver or assistant handling private matters—then arrest Ma Weimin. If not, do nothing for the time being.

Father and son shared the same perspective. His father didn’t even want to offend Si Nan’s mother, let alone provoke Jiang Yaowen without reason.

And so, they followed the Lexus from afar, eventually arriving at Qingshan Wharf—a place not important for trade, but famous for its yachts, frequented by spoiled heirs.

By the time they reached the wharf, Qu Changfeng was fairly certain he could not make the arrest. Still, for caution’s sake, he observed from a distance through binoculars.

He saw Ma Weimin alight, and Jiang Yaowen—remarkably respectful—accompanied him. Alongside them was a top-tier celebrity, Feng Chenchen, clutching Ma Weimin’s arm like an empress. The group boarded Jiang Yaowen’s nine-hundred-ton luxury yacht and sailed away through the waves.

“Damn, that’s dangerous,” Qu Changfeng muttered, setting down the binoculars, uneasy. For now, he couldn’t tell if someone was deliberately targeting the Wang family.

At the same time, he felt that Qingqing was truly a blessed and extraordinary woman—no wonder he’d long considered her ideal wife material.

He mused: Does this mean Zhen Yuqi is a jinx?

Thinking of Zhen Yuqi made Qu Changfeng’s face turn green with anger.

Because, after Jiang Yaowen and his entourage departed, another luxury car arrived at the shallow-water wharf. Three people, young and old, got out—and among them was Zhen Yuqi.

“That witch! I wanted her to witness the arrest, but she claimed to be busy with an important case this afternoon. Turns out she took leave to go out to sea with these playboys?”

As he thought, Qu Changfeng continued his gossip-fueled observation through binoculars. Besides Zhen Yuqi, he recognized the handsome young man as Si Nan. The middle-aged man was Si Tai, a well-known tycoon from Haizhou.

Qu Changfeng knew Si Nan not because he was a star in the modeling world, but because Si Nan’s mother had long ago lived in the same compound as him.

Si Nan was not someone to provoke lightly, so Qu Changfeng had no intention of embarrassing them to their faces. Still, he considered that the two adulterers might get themselves into trouble, and Jiang Yaowen might indulge them together. Word was that the fat Jiang was indeed that wild and had such tastes.

Having made up his mind, Qu Changfeng put down the binoculars, started the car, and drove off, saying, “It’s not that we failed to execute the arrest warrant—it’s just that we were a step too late. They went out to sea; who knows where.”

The two junior officers nodded in agreement; truthfully, they weren’t eager to make the arrest. Their thinking was much like Zhang Qing’s…

Riding a speedboat across the sea, cutting through the waves, was exhilarating.

Zhen Yuqi’s mood brightened considerably. Though this yacht wasn’t the largest, it was impressive enough. Having the means to regularly go out to sea for relaxation felt extraordinary.

There was a saying: third-rate tycoons play with cars and watches, second-rate tycoons with yachts and planes. Zhen Yuqi had heard such rumors. As for what first-rate tycoons played with, opinions varied. The top of the heap must “feast on dumplings every meal,” so to speak.

Reflecting, Zhen Yuqi glanced enviously at Si Nan. Technically, this was a speedboat, not a yacht, but it still felt luxurious. It meant Si Nan had a good father, putting him on the threshold of the second-tier tycoon circle. The Qu family was impressive, but financially, they didn’t match this level—at least not so publicly.

Rich people came in two kinds. Some had plenty of money, but it was dirty and needed laundering—the bigger the sum, the harder it was to clean. Among those with dirty money, there was an even thornier subset: due to their positions, even if their money was laundered, it couldn’t be openly displayed. If Qu Changfeng’s father truly had wealth, he certainly wouldn’t dare flaunt a yacht.

Having finished her musings, Zhen Yuqi cast another envious glance at Si Nan’s handsome face, lamenting that he was too young to be truly suitable. But as a companion for fun, he was quite qualified.

“I don’t really know this circle,” she said, her long hair lifted by the wind as she leaned toward Si Nan, her tone slightly flirtatious. “I imagine getting my invitation must have cost you dearly. Thanks for bringing me along.”

Si Nan replied proudly, “It’s nothing, really. I should thank you for taking time off work to accompany me. My father arranged the invitations for himself and me. Yours was easy—I paid for it myself. I donated some money to them, and voilà, invitation granted. If money can solve a problem, it’s not a problem.”

Zhen Yuqi laughed. “Still, you went to some expense for me. I feel embarrassed.”

Si Nan said, “It’s not really for you. Even if you didn’t come, I would have donated anyway—it all goes to charity, animal protection, environmental causes. My dad leads the way; we donate often.”

Zhen Yuqi didn’t press further, leaning closer and laughing softly. “This speedboat is a thrill. Next time, let’s just go out to sea for fun—no need to pay for public events like this. Strictly speaking, my identity should avoid such occasions.”

“Sure, we can talk about it next time. Today we’re on international waters, beyond the reach of your usual laws and regulations. We can be freer,” Si Nan added. “How’s the plan against that guy going?”

Zhen Yuqi said, “Before you picked me up, I personally signed his arrest warrant.”

Si Nan clenched his fist, excited.

Zhen Yuqi said, “Let’s be happy today; no need to mention him here. He doesn’t fit this place, this atmosphere.”

Si Nan nodded. “True. That country bumpkin has no place here—he wouldn’t even dream of it in his lifetime. Talking about him is unlucky. Let him cool his head in a cell.”

Zhen Yuqi made no comment…