Chapter 15: I Know Nothing at All

Closing the livestream, Jiang Muyu began counting the money.
Not bad, not bad—she could afford some good food these past couple of days.
She stretched lazily and was startled to see Jiang Muqing. "Why are you still here?"
He didn’t say a word, just stared at her—frightening enough to make her shiver.
"What do you think?" Jiang Muqing took a deep breath.
Jiang Muyu hurriedly removed the object pinning his wheelchair wheel and apologized, "I was just afraid you’d run off. Alright, let’s go—I need to rest."
Jiang Muqing didn’t move, only looked up at her and asked, "Did Ren Liuguang really get into trouble?"
"You just saw it yourself, why ask again?"
Jiang Muqing was silent for a moment, then said, "If we offend the Ren family, things might get difficult."
The Jiang family had lost everything by now, and he was practically useless. If something happened to Ren Liuguang and the Ren family blamed them, it would be troublesome.
Jiang Muyu sighed, grabbed his face, and forced a smile.
"I’m here, who dares to cause trouble? Look at you, always so grim. If Lingling rejects you later, you’ll be the one crying..."
"What does Yang Ruoling have to do with this..."
Jiang Muqing slapped her hand away, his face flushing—whether from being pulled or from shyness, she couldn’t tell.
Before Jiang Muyu could say more, he pushed his wheelchair and left.
Jiang Muyu raised an eyebrow, thinking she had found his soft spot. Next time he’s snide, she’d just mention Yang Ruoling!

Early the next morning, Jiang Muyu headed to the police station.
"Oh my! Officer Tao, did you stay up all night? Look at those dark circles, it breaks my heart..."
Tao Zizhan dodged her outstretched hand, clearing his throat. "Behave and follow me inside."
He then glanced at the onlookers, coldly saying, "What are you all staring at? Finished your work?"
Jiang Muyu curled her lips. Young people nowadays really had no patience—throw a tantrum at the slightest provocation. Couldn’t they learn from her?
Following Tao into the interrogation room, Jiang Muyu sat obediently and propped her chin, staring at the two people opposite her.
"Officer Tao, did Zhao Jiaxuan agree to repay the money?"
Another young officer looked puzzled. "Who’s Zhao Jiaxuan?"
Just as Jiang Muyu expected, she eagerly replied, "Handsome guy, you wouldn’t believe it—that scumbag took my money to a hostess and even dumped me! Luckily, Officer Tao is a good man; he promised to help me get the money back."
Then, her eyes sparkled as she looked at Tao Zizhan.
"Officer, you don’t know how I’ve been surviving these past two days without money—I’ve lost two pounds!"
Tao Zizhan: "..."
He opened the file in front of him. "I actually called you here for something else."
Jiang Muyu blinked. "What is it? As long as I can help you, officer, I’m all in!"
"Two car accidents happened last night, both related to you. Don’t you want to explain?"
Tao Zizhan stared intently at the young woman. At the scene yesterday, he thought it was just coincidence, but after investigating overnight, it seemed too much of one.
"He Dan’kang and Ren Liuguang both got into accidents after connecting with you. Is there any connection?"
Jiang Muyu was surprised. "What? What does that have to do with me? Officer Tao, are you misunderstanding something?"
Tao Zizhan said nothing, just locked eyes with her, watching every flicker of expression.
But her face was calm, showing no sign of deceit.
"Officer Tao, my livestream is recorded. He Dan’kang and Ren Liuguang brought it on themselves, nothing to do with me. I even warned them, but they wouldn’t listen. I regret how things turned out."
Tao Zizhan pursed his lips. Indeed, the police reviewed the livestream recordings, surveillance footage, and social connections. All evidence pointed to Jiang Muyu having no involvement.
The car that hit He Dan’kang malfunctioned—the brakes failed; Ren Liuguang was drunk driving and flipped when narrowly missing pedestrians.
But was it really just coincidence?
Both got into accidents after disrespecting her online. To say it had nothing to do with her...
"Officer Tao, actually, this is all—"
Jiang Muyu’s words were cut off as the interrogation room door was pushed open. A middle-aged man entered, surrounded by several people.
"It’s you, it’s you who harmed my son!"
As he rushed toward Jiang Muyu, Tao Zizhan stepped between them.
"Mr. Ren! We’re still investigating, please leave for now."
Ren Qiming glared at Jiang Muyu, eyes burning with rage. "Who are you? Why did you hurt my son?"
Jiang Muyu stood, smiling at him. "I didn’t harm him; he brought it on himself. Actually, you shouldn’t worry about him—you should worry about yourself."

"What do you mean?" Ren Qiming shouted.
Jiang Muyu hid behind Tao Zizhan and immediately played the victim. "Officer, he’s trying to hit me! Like his son, this whole family has mania! Help!"
"Shut up! I want you to pay for my son’s life!" Ren Qiming was furious.
Clearly, this woman attacked his son, yet she pretended to be the victim.
"Quiet! Stop the noise!" Tao Zizhan’s brow twitched as he ordered Ren Qiming escorted out.
After a moment, the room returned to silence.
He looked at Jiang Muyu and asked, "Are the accidents involving He Dan’kang and Ren Liuguang related to you? Do you know anything?"
"No relation!" Jiang Muyu answered seriously. "They got what they deserved. Not just them, even Ren Qiming can’t escape."
"What do you mean?" Tao Zizhan frowned.
Jiang Muyu smiled brightly. "Nothing much! Last time we met, you wanted me to change careers, right? So I’m no longer a borderline streamer; now I’m a metaphysics streamer.
Just now, I saw his brow darkening—he’s likely facing a blood-related disaster! Bad luck is coming!"
Tao Zizhan: "..."
This woman was rambling nonsense again.
He sighed. "Don’t leave Jing City for now; keep your phone on. I’ll contact you if there’s any problem."
Jiang Muyu nodded, appearing innocent.
As she reached the door, she turned back and handed him something.
"Officer Tao~ Thanks for protecting me earlier! This is for you!"
Tao Zizhan looked at the small package in her hand, tentatively squeezing it—it looked like a little paper bundle...
"What is this?"
Jiang Muyu said, "A talisman for safety. You can call it that. Make sure to carry it with you!"
"...Thank you," Tao Zizhan thought she was quite skilled at maintaining her metaphysics streamer persona, casually pocketing the talisman. "I’ll see you out."