Chapter 147 Wanwan, it’s nice to be home
Su Mo sneered, "Was that wrong?"
"I'm such a jerk. I wasted a bottle of good wine."
"No matter who I'm with, I'll never have an affair with you." Su Mo bit her lip. "Thank you for your kindness. You don't have to do it next time."
"It seems your blind date really misunderstood." Chen Yubai's frivolous laughter came again. "He's so angry, is he going to break up with you?"
Hearing this, Su Mo instantly remembered Pei Huaizhi's words.
I thought to myself that this bastard was so despicable that I would be sorry if I didn't take advantage of him.
"Yeah, how about Mr. Shen help me meet him?"
"Haha," Shen Yubai laughed, "If I say you have nothing to do with me, will he believe it?"
"You don't dare?"
"I never act as a matchmaker for women. If he doesn't believe you, what does it have to do with me?"
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yubai felt inexplicably comfortable, with a playful smile hanging between his eyebrows.
His assistant drove him home and was a little confused by his despicable look.
“Boss Shen, Miss Su scolded you, why are you still so happy?”
Chen Yubai raised his foot and kicked the back of the car seat, "Drive your car well, that eye is happy to see me."
Assistant: "No, you seem happy that you ruined their date."
"Are you sick? If you are, go to the hospital."
assistant:……
Well, I'm blind and deaf.
He was driving when he heard another voice from behind, "I can't stand the fact that she smiles so gently at that man, but acts like a tigress to me."
The assistant frowned and blurted out, "Are you jealous?"
Chen Yubai: "...I, I will be jealous, about her, Su Mo?"
Chen Yubai's mouth twitched as if he had heard something particularly funny, but he didn't say anything.
…
After finishing a day of dubbing work, Sang Wan returned home early, a rare occasion.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the small courtyard of the villa.
Sang Wan pushed the wheelchair and took her grandfather to the loquat tree in the yard to bask in the sun.
She sat down next to her grandfather and saw that his nails were a little long, so she took out a pair of nail clippers from her small bag.
"Grandpa, let me cut your nails."
A soft voice, so sweet and gentle.
The old man in the wheelchair had a dull look in his eyes and sat quietly without any obvious reaction.
Sang Wan was already used to it.
She pulled over her grandfather's hand, which was covered with wrinkles and age spots, and carefully trimmed it finger by finger.
The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on him and her.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
After cutting the last finger, Sang Wan was about to put away the tools.
A dry hand suddenly rose up and gently placed it on her head.
Sang Wan's movements suddenly froze.
She slowly raised her head and met a pair of eyes that, though cloudy, were filled with a clear smile.
Sang Zhengan looked at her with a kind and satisfied smile on his face.
He opened his mouth and uttered a somewhat dry but extremely clear syllable.
"Wanwan..."
Sang Wan's breathing stopped.
The heartbeat is like the beating of a drum.
She looked at her grandfather in disbelief, and her eyes instantly turned red.
The old man's skinny hands gently stroked the top of her hair, again and again.
Then, he said the words that Sang Wan had heard countless times in his dreams.
“…It’s good to be home.”
A particularly clear sentence.
No ambiguity, no delay.
Sang Wan felt that the dam in his heart that had been holding up for a long time suddenly collapsed.
Tears rolled down without warning.
She covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying out loud. The huge mist blurred her vision, leaving only her grandfather's smiling face.
“Grandpa…”
Her voice was choked with sobs.
"You...you know me, right?"
Sang Zhengan looked at her with a smile and said nothing more.
But that hand was still on her head, stroking it so lightly and gently.
Again and again.
It seemed to soothe all her anxieties and grievances.
But, that's enough.
For Sang Wan, this was a huge surprise and the best news she had received in recent times.
She believed that her grandfather would get better.
It's late at night.
When Lu Tingzhou finished dealing with company matters and returned to his bedroom, there was only a dim wall lamp left in the room.
There was a small bulge on the bed.
He walked lightly, took off his suit jacket, and went into the bathroom.
When she came out again, she had the scent of orange that Sang Wan liked on her.
He lay down beside Sang Wan and reached out to hold her in his arms.
The girl, who was originally sleeping soundly, suddenly turned over and crawled into his arms like a kitten.
Her face was buried in his chest, her voice nasal and filled with lingering tears.
"Lu Tingzhou, my grandpa...he spoke to me today."
Lu Tingzhou held her hand, tightening it slightly.
"Hmm?" His deep voice reassured Sang Wan, "What did grandpa say?"
"He said, 'It's good to be home.'"
Sang Wan rubbed against his arms, as if seeking more warmth and confirmation.
Lu Tingzhou lowered his head, put his thin lips on her forehead, and gave her a hot kiss.
"Grandpa will get better and better."
His words are always so firm and convincing.
Sang Wan's excitement and bitterness gradually subsided.
In the quiet room, the only sound was each other's breathing.
After a long time, Lu Tingzhou's voice sounded again, deep and clear.
"I arranged to contact Liu Yao's people, but there's no news yet."
Sang Wan raised her head from his arms, her eyes moving slightly.
"He's hiding?"
"Hmm." Lu Tingzhou said, "He must have noticed something. Or maybe the impact of the attack on the street was too bad, so the people behind him made him hide."
Sang Wan was silent.
Liu Yao is like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, and you never know when he will jump out and bite someone.
She will never be able to rest easy unless she finds him.
Her eyes gradually became firm.
"I want to go see Uncle Liu." She looked at Lu Tingzhou and said word by word.
Liu Zhiqiang knows best the cause and process of the incident.
Maybe he would know something.
Lu Tingzhou pondered for a moment and finally nodded, "Let two more people stay and be careful."
…
The next afternoon, Shenzhen No. 1 Detention Center.
The high gray walls isolate freedom and the past.
Because Lu Tingzhou had greeted him in advance, Sang Wan met Liu Zhiqiang in the visiting room smoothly.
Through the cold glass and iron bars.
From the day he was imprisoned, Liu Zhiqiang never thought that Sang Wan would be willing to see him.
When he was brought in by the prison guards in prison uniform and saw the girl sitting opposite him, he was stunned.
The next second, this man in his fifties did something that shocked everyone.
He fell straight to his knees on the ground with a plop.
Through the window, he kowtowed desperately to Sang Wan.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dull thud was particularly harsh in the quiet visiting room.
The prison guard rushed forward to help him.
Sang Wan looked at him, saw the blood oozing rapidly from his forehead, and the last bit of hatred in her heart suddenly dissipated.
Only endless sorrow remains.
A poor old man who was dragged down by his unfilial son and seduced by a scum like Xu Shiming, and eventually ended up in a dead end.
"Uncle Liu."
Sang Wan picked up the phone receiver, her voice calm.
After the prison guard helped the man up and sat him down on the chair, she slowly spoke.
"You have received the punishment you deserve for what you have done."
Liu Zhiqiang picked up the receiver, his hands were shaking badly, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word.
"Miss... I'm sorry for you... that unfilial son, I... I..."
"Uncle Liu."
Sang Wan interrupted him.
"Have you ever thought about what will happen to your little son after you come in?"
In a word, it hit the bull's eye.
Liu Zhiqiang's tears suddenly burst out.
Sang Wan looked at his painful expression without a trace of emotion in her eyes, and continued:
"If you really care about his own good, you should know that this is the best place for him."
Liu Zhiqiang suddenly looked up and looked at her in confusion.
Sang Wan's voice came through the receiver clearly, almost coldly sober.
"The government will help you educate him. Maybe he can kick his drug addiction and get out alive."
"If it were outside..."
She paused, looking directly at him.
"How long do you think he can live?"
Uncle Liu was stunned. "What happened to him again?"
"Uncle Liu, did you know that Liu Yao was taking drugs?"
Uncle Liu nodded painfully, "It's my fault that I didn't educate him well."
"What drug addicts lack most is money. Besides taking drugs, they also gamble. What do you think they will do for money?"
Every word Sang Wan said touched Liu Zhiqiang's heart.
"If you really want to do good for him, you should save him instead of harming him."
Liu Zhiqiang burst into tears, "How could I hurt him? Everything I did was for him."
"You did it for him, but your approach was wrong. Not only did it not help him, but it made him go further down the path of no return."
"Uncle Liu, who is the real mastermind behind the kidnapping of my grandfather? Your goal is to target me, not to get money, right?"
Liu Zhiqiang lowered his head in pain. He had been worried about his little son during this period. He would do anything for money.
"Uncle Liu, what Liu Yao did will be discovered sooner or later. Before he makes a big mistake, he should be sent to prison for a few years to get over his drug addiction and live a good life. Think about it carefully. If you really want to do this for his own good, you should know what to do."
Sang Wan had said everything she needed to say, and she believed that Liu Zhiqiang would think about it carefully.
Before, he protected his son and became his ATM. Now that he is gone, he knows how miserable the fate of Liu Yao will be.
Sang Wan got up and left. The moment she turned the doorknob, the prison guard suddenly called her. She turned around and saw Liu Zhiqiang waving at her, as if he had something to say.
Sang Wan sat back down and picked up the phone.
"Wanwan, that wasn't my intention. My son owes a large sum of money. He said that as long as he leads you there, he can get the money without you suffering. Since you already know what I did, I have no other choice but to help him one last time."
Just as she guessed, the person who hit her car was Liu Yao.
"Does Liu Yao have a snake head tattoo on his left hand?"
Uncle Liu nodded, "Yes."
"Uncle Liu, you finally did one thing right."
Sang Wan was released from the detention center and called Lu Tingzhou.
Lu Tingzhou was holding a year-end summary meeting. When he saw her call, he picked up his phone and went out to answer it.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?"
"Husband, I just met Liu Zhiqiang. He confessed that it was Liu Yao who hit me in the car accident, and the police have started looking for him."
"Okay, I understand. Go home quickly and don't wander around. Take care of yourself."
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