Zhou Lirong couldn't stand it any longer. An elder was kneeling before a junior—wasn't this shortening her son's lifespan? This was absolutely unacceptable!
So he quickly jumped in to smooth things over, "Zhang Ma, quickly clean up the glass shards on the ground."
"Yes, madam."
He then walked over to Jiang Kerou and reached out to help her up, saying, "Kerou, don't do this. The ground is cold. Get up and talk."
The moment Jiang Kerou stood up, her gaze fell directly on Lin Yue beside her. Looking at the face that was exactly like her husband's, a flash of resentment crossed her eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as lightning. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned to walk towards the sofa in the living room.
Standing to the side, Lin Yue, who was already terrified, gripped Song Yunzheng's clothes so tightly that she almost twisted them into a dried plum.
Song Yunzheng gently held her hand, smiled tenderly at her, and gestured for her not to be afraid or panic, assuring her that he was there for her.
Jiang Xiaoxian glanced at Song Xinian, only to see him leaning back on the sofa, leisurely sipping tea, showing no intention of speaking up for him. Jiang was incredibly anxious. But there was no use in being anxious; one should always be humble and respectful when meeting someone, let alone when one needed their help.
He sighed heavily, then stood up unsteadily, a smile plastered on his face: "Yunzheng, could you please issue a letter of understanding for the sake of your grandfather's reputation? Don't worry, she's young and naive; I'll definitely take her home and discipline her properly. She really shouldn't go to jail. Please be merciful and let her go, okay? If you can, I'm willing to offer you ten percent of Tianhua Group's shares."
Chiang Hsiao-hsien, now over seventy years old, was once a powerful and arrogant businessman. But now, for the sake of his granddaughter, he looked utterly humble and subservient.
"Ha, young and ignorant? Mr. Jiang, you can keep the shares for yourself. I think I've already made myself very clear, so I won't repeat myself. Chengye is not short of money, and neither is the Song family. Those who make mistakes must be punished. It's because you all unscrupulously cover for her that she dares to hurt and harm people so recklessly. The injuries on my wife's body were all inflicted by her own hands!" Song Yunzheng suddenly held up his phone in front of Jiang Xiaoxian. The phone was playing a video of Lin Yue being beaten.
"Did you see that clearly? Your so-called young and ignorant granddaughter attacked my wife so viciously! If your granddaughter had been the one who was beaten, how would you feel? Would you have given her a letter of forgiveness?" Song Yunzheng stared straight at him, his cold gaze filled with scrutiny.
As Jiang Xiaoxian watched the video, his granddaughter picked up Lin Yue's head and slammed it hard against the ground... his pupils suddenly contracted, and the faint light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
“Not all mistakes can be forgiven with an apology. You are of high moral character and surely understand more than I do. I won’t say anything more. Please take care of yourself.” After saying this, Song Yunzheng didn’t look at him again, took Lin Yue’s hand and walked straight past Jiang Kerou to sit down on the chaise lounge.
Song Yunzheng watched that video countless times, his eyes reddening, his heart aching with each viewing. With each rewatch, his rage intensified. Forgiveness? That was utterly delusional! He wanted nothing more than to tear Jiang Anxin to pieces and skin the Jiang family alive! And those three men who used Lin Yue as a punching bag—none of them would escape!
Jiang Xiaoxian felt utterly dejected, his face contorted with bitterness as he lowered his head, as if weighed down by a thousand-pound burden. He felt utterly ashamed by what a junior had said, and only now did he truly understand that one never knows how much it hurts until the whip strikes oneself.
"Lirong, quickly brew Brother Jiang a fresh cup of tea. This cup is undrinkable; it's completely cold." Song Xinian finally spoke, but her words were like a needle hidden in cotton, carrying a hidden meaning.
Jiang Xiaoxian slowly turned around, his gaze sharp, and looked directly at Song Xinian. He knew in his heart that this trip was to make a fool of himself.
He seemed to have all his strength drained away, becoming weak and listless. He waved his hand and said in a low, bitter voice, "No, we have other things to do. We'll be leaving now and won't bother the leaders any longer." After saying that, he turned and left, his steps heavy, as if each step carried endless loss and exhaustion.
Jiang Kerou watched her father's retreating figure, a sharp pain piercing her heart. She quickly nodded to Song Xinian and Zhou Lirong, then hurried after him, tightly supporting her father as they walked out of the Song family's gate. Their figures gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving behind a moment of silence.
From that day on, a seed of resentment was quietly planted in Jiang Kerou's heart, which continued to grow and sprout over time...
“Dad, just say what you want to say, don’t beat around the bush.” Song Yunzheng’s eyes were calm and steady, like the water of a deep pool, as he quietly gazed at his father.
Song Xinian picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and gently put it down. His fingertips seemed to be stroking the edge of the teacup, as if he was hesitating about something. "Yunzheng, one must know how to leave room for maneuver in life, just like a bowstring. It cannot be stretched too tight, otherwise it will easily break. Whether in business or in politics, we will all run into each other again. We must not make too many enemies for ourselves."
Song Yunzheng met Song Xinian's gaze directly and said slowly, "Dad, after all these years, don't you understand me?"
Song Xinian nodded helplessly, "Yes, from childhood to adulthood, when have you ever listened to your mother or me? Once you've made up your mind, not even ten oxen could pull you back."
Song Yunzheng gave a tacit smile and said, "Alright, if there's nothing else, let's go back first." With that, he took Lin Yue's hand and stood up.
"etc."
Zhou Lirong stood up and stood in front of the two of them, gently taking Lin Yue's hand with tears in her eyes. "Poor child, suffering for no reason." She then turned to Song Yunzheng and said, "Son, why don't we let Yueyue stay at home? With her mother here, let's see who dares to mess with her."
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