Chapter 120: One Hundred and Twenty Copy
On the heavily guarded VIP floor of the hospital, the atmosphere quietly changed after Ji Siyun and Gao Jing hurriedly left.
The bodyguards who had been standing outside the intensive care unit with solemn expressions like door gods, all relaxed. Some of them even quietly stretched their legs that were numb from standing.
Gao Jing returned and saw them like this. He frowned slightly and coughed softly, "Come on, everyone! Act like you're good!"
Several people were immediately startled and quickly returned to their previous tense state of keeping strangers away.
Gao Jing then pushed open the door. Song Youning, who was supposed to be unconscious, was now leaning on the hospital bed with a rosy face and sharp eyes. There was no sign of serious injury at all.
She even dangled her legs leisurely over the edge of the bed.
"Boss." Gao Jing stepped forward quickly. "Mr. Ji has already gone back to prepare to connect to the real-time system. Xu Shangyan is personally overseeing it."
Then she raised her hand to check the time and said, "We still have nearly an hour."
Song Youning nodded and jumped off the bed with light and agile movements.
"That's enough."
The corners of her mouth curled up in a cold arc, "Let's go and take care of some small things first."
At the same time, in the special ward on the top floor of the hospital.
The nurse was carefully making tea for Song Zhenglan. Amid the aroma of the fine Longjing tea, the door of the ward was pushed open without warning.
The nurse looked up when he heard the voice, and when he saw who came in, his hand that was making tea shook violently, and a few drops of scalding tea splashed out and landed on the expensive mahogany tray.
Song Youning, who was reported as "seriously injured and unconscious" in the midday emergency news, walked in calmly. She was still wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, but she didn't look injured at all.
Song Youning ignored the astonished nurse and walked straight to the sofa chair opposite Song Zhenglan and sat down.
Song Zhenglan's cloudy but still shrewd eyes swept over her. There was no expression of surprise on his face. He just waved his hand, signaling the nurse to go out.
The nurse pretended to be calm, put down the teapot, and almost walked out of the ward in a hurry.
As soon as the door closed, he quickly walked to an empty corner at the end of the corridor, took out his cell phone with trembling hands, quickly typed a message and sent it out.
Inside the ward, Song Zhenglan picked up the cup of tea that had nearly been knocked over, blew on it gently, took a sip, and spoke in a calm tone as if he were discussing the weather: "I'm glad you're okay."
Song Youning smiled slightly, but that smile did not reach his eyes, with a hint of sarcasm: "Thanks to you, you are lucky enough not to let some people succeed."
Gao Jing, who was standing beside her, stepped forward, spread out the folder in her hand, and placed it flat on the table in front of Song Zhenglan.
Song Zhenglan lowered his gaze and saw a clear list of Song Zhiyan and Zheng Wencheng's recent abnormal fund flows, secret contact records with overseas shell companies, communication clips and evidence of financial transactions including the planning of an "accident" against Song Youning... Every single one of them was shocking.
The calmness on his face was finally broken, his expression darkened little by little, and his fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly.
Song Youning looked at Song Zhenglan's changing expression, and the smile on his face deepened, with more sarcasm: "Dad, this is the good son you carefully nurtured."
She had already held the evidence in her hands and was just waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow. Song Zhiyan's stupidity and viciousness did not waste her patience.
Song Youning laid it straight: "I have things to do, so I won't waste any more time talking to you. This information can be placed in front of you now, and in the next second, it can appear on the desk of the police station intact."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhenglan slammed the table, making the teacups clang. "Nonsense! Family disgrace shouldn't be aired in public! No matter how bad Zhiyan is, he's still a member of the Song family. If he's arrested, what will happen to the group's stock price? What will happen to its reputation? You..."
"That's enough!" Song Youning was too lazy to pretend to be a loving father and interrupted him impatiently, "Stop saying those same old things. I've heard them for eleven years and I'm tired of them."
Seeing her contradict him like this, Song Zhenglan laughed in anger, his eyes sinister: "Song Youning, you really have grown wings! Do you think that just because I'm sick, it's your turn to be the head of the Song family?"
Song Youning was waiting for him to say this and snapped his fingers lightly.
Gao Jing immediately took out another thicker and more tightly sealed document, spread it out and placed it on top of the previous one.
Song Zhenglan's eyes swept over, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned ashen in an instant.
What was recorded on it was the core secret of the Song Group's wandering in the gray area and even touching the legal red line over the years. It was a fatal handle that was enough to make the entire Song Empire collapse in an instant.
Even he didn't know how Song Youning found out all this!
"you!"
He stood up suddenly, pointing his finger at Song Youning with trembling anger, "What on earth do you want to do? If you expose this, the Song Group will be finished! What good will it do you? You schemed so hard to get the CEO position, but it will all be in vain!"
Facing his father's fury, Song Youning showed a slightly crazy smile on his face: "So what?"
The coldness in her eyes almost overflowed. "Eleven years ago, we both knew who was behind the kidnapping! But what happened? They just pushed out an insignificant scapegoat, and the matter was easily swept under the rug! Now, they want my life again."
Her voice was filled with years of suppressed anger. "Do you think I'm still the helpless little girl I was eleven years ago?"
Song Youning's voice was not too loud, but it made the red blood color on Song Zhenglan's face, which was flushed with anger, fade away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turn into a stiff gray.
When he looked clearly into Song Zhenglan's calculating eyes, anger was replaced by shock and guilt, and Song Youning just wanted to sneer.
What Song Zhenglan cared about was never his son Song Zhiyan. He only cared about the Song Group that he had built.
Slowly, she subsided from the fierceness and hatred on her face, her attitude undergoing a complete shift. She even took the initiative to pick up the teapot and gracefully filled the empty cup in front of Song Zhenglan to 70% with a calm and unhurried gesture.
"Dad," she raised her eyes, looking at him calmly but with great power, "I really don't want to admit it, but among all your children, I'm the only one who looks most like you."
These words, like a precise arrow, instantly struck the deepest part of Song Zhenglan's heart.
Yes, he carefully trained the eldest brother Song Zhiyan according to the standards of an heir, but he has a weak character, mediocre abilities, and is constrained by the Zheng family in every way. He does not have the courage and ruthlessness that he had in his youth.
On the other hand, his daughter was calm, decisive, good at planning, and daring to take risks. She was ruthless to her enemies and herself. Her character and tactics were exactly the same as his own in his youth.
Song Zhenglan looked at Song Youning, who was calm and composed, even bearing some resemblance to his youth. His tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, as if all his strength had been drained away. He sighed deeply, his voice tinged with fatigue and resignation, "Will you let him go?"
Song Youning picked up another empty cup and slowly poured himself some tea. He smiled softly, but the meaning of the smile was unclear: "Didn't I... already leave time for him?"
Thinking of the nurse who had left in a hurry just now, obviously to report the news, Song Zhenglan's heart sank again.
He sighed again, with a look of knowing desolation in his eyes: "I'm afraid you don't really want to let him go."
Song Youning smiled and took a sip of tea, neither admitting nor denying.
Let him go? Of course not.
Sending them to jail like this? That would be too easy for them.
Disgraced, deserted by friends and family, and losing everything in despair, this is the ending they deserve.
Song Youning put down the teacup, stood up, and straightened out the non-existent wrinkles.
"Okay, I have things to do."
She turned and walked towards the door without hesitation.
When her hand touched the door handle, Song Zhenglan's hoarse voice came from behind her: "This matter... I won't interfere."
He made his choice.
Song Youning opened the door and walked out without stopping.
The heavy door slowly closed behind her, isolating the suddenly lonely and old figure in the ward.
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The gray sky seemed to be leaking, and the rain fell endlessly. The air was filled with the scent of wet earth, green grass, and the faint scent of incense and candles, cold and oppressive.
Ji Siyun, who was only eleven years old, stood stiffly in the center of the mourning hall, wearing a black suit that was obviously ill-fitting.
In the black and white portrait, his parents' gentle smiles were forever frozen in time. His small body stood straight, like a vine suddenly torn away from its support, at a loss, yet forcing himself to stand still.
Adults dressed in black came and went, leaning down and saying things like "I'm sorry," "Be strong," and "If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to us" in a tone of either pity or protocol.
He just nodded numbly, his eyes empty, as if the voices were separated by a thick layer of glass, blurry and distant.
Halfway through the funeral process, the crowd dispersed temporarily to the side to rest or chat in low voices.
The mourning hall was empty in an instant, leaving only the subtle crackling of burning incense and candles and the incessant sound of rain outside the door.
Ji Siyun stood there alone, looking down at the tips of his leather shoes that were polished to a shine but stained with mud. The immense loneliness and confusion were like a cold tide, completely drowning his small figure.
He felt no sadness, only a huge hole in his heart, with cold wind blowing in.
At this moment, a white and delicate little hand, holding something, suddenly appeared in front of him.
He raised his head slowly.
In his sight was a girl who was also wearing a black dress. She looked a little younger than him, about eight or nine years old.
She had a well-behaved princess hairstyle, fair skin, and delicate features like a porcelain doll, especially her big eyes, which were clear and black, and were looking at him intently at the moment.
Seeing that he was just staring at her blankly without any reaction, the girl tilted her head, withdrew her hand swiftly, and quickly peeled off the milk candy wrapped in blue paper in her hand. Then she stood on tiptoe and stuffed the sweet-smelling candy into his slightly open mouth without saying a word.
The rich sweetness of milk instantly melts on the tip of the tongue, dispelling some of the bitterness and numbness in the mouth.
Ji Siyun blinked subconsciously, and there was still some moisture on his long eyelashes.
The girl came closer, blinked her beautiful big eyes, and asked in a clear voice, "Brother, is it sweet?"
Ji Siyun looked at her clear and bright almond eyes and nodded blankly.
The girl showed a smug smile on her face and said in a grown-up tone: "My mother said that when you are unhappy, eating something sweet will make you feel better."
The elegant couple behind her, also dressed in black formal attire, walked over.
The gentle-looking lady gently placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, then looked at Ji Siyun and said softly, "Xiaoyun, is that so? We are good friends of your parents. Don't be afraid, we will take care of you from now on, okay?"
Mom and Dad’s friend?
His parents were just ordinary people, without any prominent social connections or much savings. The little compensation they received from the sudden accident had long been divided up by relatives who came after hearing the news under various names.
And he, the burden, was kicked around like a ball by them, and no one found him troublesome.
How could anyone be willing to take the initiative to take care of a child who is not related to them by blood?
He raised his empty eyes and looked at the couple in front of him. They were dressed in fancy clothes and their temperament was out of tune with his familiar environment. The gentle smiles on their faces looked so unreal.
His little head couldn't comprehend it, and he instinctively felt confused and a little scared.
At this moment, the warm little hand once again held his cold fingers. He lowered his head and met the girl's bright eyes.
"Brother, come live at my house!" The girl's voice was full of joy, with a childish boast and a sincere invitation. "My house is so big! There are so many delicious foods! And -"
She gestured in the air with her free hand and emphasized, "And there's plenty of candy too! All for you!"
Her smile was so bright, as if it could dispel all the haze in the world. A faint warm current, through her fingertips, seeped into his numb heart bit by bit.
He looked at the girl's bright and innocent smile, then looked up at the couple who were still looking at him gently. The sweetness of the toffee was still spreading in his mouth, and the warmth of his fingers being tightly clenched was so real.
He hesitated, then nodded very, very slightly. A barely audible syllable uttered from his throat:
"……good."
The girl tilted her face upwards, her smile brightening even more, as she exclaimed with the joy of announcing great news: "Great! I'll have a brother from now on!"
"My name is Song Youning, what's your name?"
There was an indelible sweetness in my mouth, my fingers were tightly held by warm and soft little hands, and in front of me was the girl's bright and innocent smile.
Ji Siyun looked at her, as if he finally saw a ray of light penetrating the clouds in the endless haze.
He pursed his lips and replied softly, with a hint of uncertainty and timidity:
"My...my name is Ji Siyun."
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