Mistaking My Sister-In-Law for My Wife After Getting Drunk!

Just as boarding commenced, trouble arose.

Yang Yaowen felt somewhat fortunate.

He had chosen this flight and it was about to take off.

Even if something happened, they wouldn't be able to find him.

Moreover, this wasn't the Southeast Asia-bound flight he had agreed on with Yang Yaowu, but one heading to a certain country in Europe.

Even if his brother disclosed his situation, they couldn't immediately find him.

However, at that moment, his complexion suddenly turned pale.

He had made over a dozen or twenty phone calls by now; even if he hadn't answered them, a significant amount of time had passed. Why hadn't the plane taken off yet?

Hadn't the announcement just stated that it would take off within fifteen minutes?

It had been about ten minutes since he bought the ticket and boarded, hadn't it?

Why had so much time gone by without takeoff?

Yang Yaowen glanced at the time. It had been twenty-five minutes since he purchased his ticket.

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Definitely a problem!

A very ominous premonition rose in Yang Yaowu's heart.

With this thought, he wanted to disembark immediately.

But at that moment, a voice came from behind him.

"You are Yang Yaowen, right? We're from the city bureau. Come with us for an investigation," the voice said.

Yang Yaowen turned and saw several police officers, his face immediately turning ashen.

…

A Bentley sedan arrived at the provincial capital's airport.

Yang Gang got out of the car, hurriedly heading towards the airport lobby.

But several police officers came over and stopped him in his tracks.

"What are you doing?" Yang Gang's heart sank.

Despite rushing over, he was still blocked by the police.

"Yang Gang, you are suspected of multiple crimes. Come with us for an investigation," the leading police officer said.

"Do you know what you're talking about? This is slander, reckless law enforcement, and I will sue you!"

Yang Gang shouted loudly and turned to run away.

However, just as he turned, he was brought down to the ground by two police officers.

The entrance to the airport was bustling with crowds of people coming and going, with many travelers present.

This scene was witnessed by countless people.

It's rare to encounter such an incident.

Some people immediately took out their phones and filmed this scene of the police arresting someone.

They then quickly uploaded it to the internet, attracting traffic.

Some netizens these days are pretty amazing, having seen much and knowing many people.

As soon as a netizen saw the video, they recognized the man being arrested. It was Yang Gang, the Family Head of one of the eight great families in the provincial city.

Suddenly, the internet was buzzing with excitement.

In a taxi not far away, Yang Yaowu watched the scene unfold quietly.

He arrived at the airport a step later than Yang Gang and witnessed the event.

Now, he didn't dare to get out of the car and board the plane.

If he got out, he might end up with the same fate as his father.

"Bro, we're here, that'll be 153 bucks!"

The taxi driver, after watching the police arrest someone, came back to his senses and asked Yang Yaowu to pay the fare and get out.

"Master, I've just had a change of plans and won't be taking a flight anymore. Can you take me to Hengcheng instead?" Yang Yaowu said.

Hengcheng was a neighboring city to the provincial capital.

"Young man, that's not a short trip; it counts as long-distance. I won't use the meter. A flat rate of two thousand bucks—if you're willing to pay that, I'll take you there," the taxi driver said.

"No problem." Yang Yaowu didn't hesitate as he took out a stack of cash from his bag, counted twenty notes, and handed them to the taxi driver.

Two thousand bucks was nothing to him, not even a drop in the bucket.

The taxi driver's face bloomed with joy and immediately turned the car around.

After turning a couple of streets, the taxi driver suddenly asked, "Bro, I've got nothing to do after my shift and like watching TV. Do you know what my favorite kind of show is?"

Yang Yaowu, feeling anxious and distracted, had no mood to discuss such matters with the taxi driver, but seeing the driver's expectant look, he could only respond obligingly, "Given your age, you probably like to watch anti-Japanese dramas, right?"

The taxi driver immediately got excited and said, "You guessed right, I do love the anti-Japanese dramas. But let me just say, I don't like those ridiculous ones where they rip apart the Japanese with their hands; those shows are not just an insult to intelligence but also a disrespect to our forefathers who fought the Japanese. They should all be banned!"

By the end of his statement, the taxi driver was visibly indignant, clearly dissatisfied with the over-the-top anti-Japanese dramas.

Yang Yaowu responded again perfunctorily, "Then you must like those brain-burning, anti-Japanese spy dramas."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and became pensive, no longer intending to engage with the taxi driver.

Today's events had been too sudden.

Having witnessed his father's arrest, and considering his mother's slow-witted nature, she was likely to face the same fate.

He wasn't sure if his younger brother had managed to leave.

His brother had been at a gathering at Furong Manor in the southern part of the city, near the airport.

His brother should have been able to reach the airport quickly and probably had already left.

But once he arrived in Hengcheng, what was he supposed to do?

He needed to contact someone from his family first, then reach out to his network to see if there was any chance to get his parents out...

As he was thinking about all this, the taxi driver's voice broke in again.

"Bro, you're right, I do enjoy anti-Japanese spy dramas. Don't underestimate spy dramas; they really test your intellect. I've watched quite a few and feel like my IQ has gone up. Bro, I suggest you watch some anti-Japanese spy dramas when you're free; they're really good."

Yang Yaowu had only been humoring the taxi driver, but now the driver seemed to get carried away, which only added to his frustration. So he replied with some impatience, "I'll watch some when I'm free. With such a high IQ, I think driving a taxi is beneath you."

That sarcasm should have made it clear to the taxi driver that he didn't want to talk anymore, right?

He wouldn't keep talking to him now, would he?

However, at that moment, the taxi driver suddenly jerked the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes.

The car came to a stop.

Yang Yaowu frowned and asked, "Why are you stopping the car?"

The taxi driver pulled the handbrake, turned his head, and gave a wide grin, "Driving a taxi definitely isn't beneath me!"

After saying that, he immediately opened the car door, got out, and then shouted, "Officers, I've caught a fugitive, come and arrest him!"

"Damn it!" Yang Yaowu's face changed as he looked outside and realized that the taxi had stopped right in front of a police station.

The taxi driver's shout immediately caught the attention of the police, prompting several officers to rush out, open the car door, drag Yang Yaowu out, pin him to the ground, and handcuff him.

Only then did the officers get a good look at Yang Yaowu and burst into laughter.

"Isn't this Yang, the young master? Your parents and brother have been arrested, and you were nowhere to be found. We didn't expect you to show up here; truly, the net of heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing through."

Handcuffed, Yang Yaowu had an extremely ugly look on his face and was at a loss for words, glaring at the taxi driver as if he wished to flay him alive.

The taxi driver just smirked and ignored him, instead turning to the police to take credit.

"Officer, I was taking this guy to the airport and saw the airport police making arrests. I noticed he looked very uneasy and suddenly said he didn't want to fly but wanted to go to Hengcheng instead."

"The trip from the provincial capital to Hengcheng shouldn't cost more than 800 bucks, but I quoted him two thousand, and this kid didn't even haggle; he paid without batting an eye."

"At that moment, I sensed something was off with him, that he might be related to the person being arrested, so I brought him here. It looks like I was right; I must have done a great deed this time."