"Where are you going?" Mu Hengshi grabbed Song Qingmo's arm tightly with his big hand. He pulled his hand, but saw that Mu Hengshi had no intention of letting go. Instead, he looked at him angrily. The three of them, Song Qingmo and the other two, were in a stalemate for a moment, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

Looking at Mu Hengshi's aggressive gaze, Song Qingmo thought back to that humiliating night, his face thick with anger. Song Xingwu's hand also rested on Mu Hengshi's, the message clear—let go. "I need to talk to him alone." Someone's phone chimed in, and Mu Hengshi's eyebrows raised slightly. It seemed his men were quite efficient.

Song Qingmo clearly felt the phone vibrate in his pocket. Mu Hengshi let go, motioning for him to check the message. Song Xingwu had no idea what Mu Hengshi was up to, and a look of worry washed over him. His intuition told him that this news from Song Qingmo wasn't good news. "I think you'd be happy to talk to me," he said, sinking back into his chair, his voice as if he were certain of victory.

Song Qingmo resisted the urge to strike, his heart sinking, his eyes widening in disbelief at what he had seen. A surge of rage shot through his head, as if he were being entangled by a poisonous snake. The picture on his phone showed Song's father and mother surrounded by a group of thugs.

"What are you doing!" Song Qingmo lowered his voice, barely managing to squeeze out the words. His fists clenched tightly together, his nails digging into his palms as blood dripped from between his trembling fingers.

"What's wrong?" Song Xingwu noticed blood oozing from between Song Qingmo's fingers, and quickly held Song Qingmo's hand in his palm and spread it out.

Mu Hengshi also noticed it, and a dark gleam flashed in his eyes, but he was busy covering it up. There was a hint of teasing on his ruthless face, "I just want to take my lover home. How come Mr. Song has my wife by his side? It makes you so obsessed with her. We are the real husband and wife." When he said the latter part, Mu Hengshi felt that he had lost his temper, and there was anger and dissatisfaction in his voice.

Song Qingmo stared at him in silence. He felt that Mu Hengshi was constantly challenging his understanding of how thick-skinned he was. Song Xingwu wanted to say something else, but he stopped him. He shook his head. He already understood what Mu Hengshi was up to. He couldn't burden Song Xingwu any longer. He parted his lips slightly, exhaled deeply, and sighed. "Go back. Remember to take care of the company. Don't let me down..."

He turned around and glared coldly at Mu Hengshi. "No need to talk anymore, let's go." Mu Hengshi nodded with satisfaction and stood up. Song Qingmo followed silently, leaving Song Xingsong staring at the two of them as they walked away. He already knew this was Song Qingmo's farewell. His calm eyes, neither happy nor sad, expressed his helplessness. Obviously, he didn't want to say more.

Not long after, he set out on the road home again, but things had changed. He clasped his hand again, hoping to use the pain to block out the suffocation in his heart and eliminate the dissatisfaction brought about by Mu Hengshi's unscrupulous means. "Don't you feel pain? I... want you to wail in pain more. This hand is not injured badly enough. It should be crippled." As if realizing that this statement was inappropriate, Mu Hengshi added the last sentence. When the Song family collapsed, this person would be tortured by him alone, no one else, not even Song Qingmo himself.

They sat together in the back seat, Song Qingmo huddled as close to the door as possible, almost merging with the window. Mu Hengshi seemed oblivious to Song Qingmo's refusal. He naturally took up most of the back seat, deliberately encroaching on Song Qingmo's territory. One of them bowed his head, enduring, while the other stared ahead.

Mu Hengshi suddenly pulled Song Qingmo out of the ocean of pain. His body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. Without answering, he slowly raised his head and glanced at him meaningfully, but he didn't pinch the flesh in his hand. He ignored the sticky and sweet feeling on his palm and said, "Tell me what you want me to do."

Mu Hengshi saw him let go of his hand, and his frown relaxed. He replied in a good mood, "I'm glad you know. Although Uncle Song and the others protected you very well in the past and kept you unaware of the dangers of society, fortunately you are a smart person."

After so many days of hard work in appealing, Song Qingmo really understood the horror of society. People without power and influence can hardly do anything they want. In the past, everyone respected and feared him.

Once he fell from the top of the world, many people wanted to take advantage of his misfortune. His evidence was clear, but he had not received a summons from the court. There had been many "accidents" happening recently. He knew that it was Mu Hengshi who was forcing him.

But why did he blindly believe what he believed without any evidence? Endless hatred permeated Song Qingmo. Seeing the situation was not good, the driver quickly and tactfully opened the partition to separate Song Qingmo and the others.

"Song Qingmo, let's make a deal! You accept my torture every day, and I will treat Uncle Song and the others well, but you have to be my slave. You know you can't resist, so while I'm in a good mood, I'll treat this as a favor to you."

The anger in Song Qingmo's eyes reflected on his face, making him involuntarily say such words as if his mind was confused by something.

Song Qingmo's veins bulged. He didn't know where the Mu Hengshi of the past had gone. Now he was like something worse than a beast. What he said made Song Qingmo think that this man's education had been eaten by a dog. It was unreasonable, but he had to agree with it.

He was right. If Mu Hengshi wanted to, he could do it. He didn't mind, but what about his parents? His previous worries had finally come true. It didn't matter. After all, the winners would be kings and the losers would be bandits. Hadn't he anticipated this before? After some mental preparation, he thought, huh... he'd just let it go and just live like a dog barking at him every day.

"Yes, but I hope you won't break your promise. Otherwise, even if it costs me my life, I will take you to hell with me."

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