Chapter 88 If something really happens to you, how will I…
"Can you stop being angry, sister?" Tang Ran tugged at Song Zhixu's sleeve and shook it.
Song Zhixu remained silent.
It was impossible for her not to be angry, especially after she saw through Tang Ran's intentions.
Seeing that she didn't pull her hand away, Tang Ran took advantage of the situation and linked arms with her, "Sister, haven't you had dinner yet?"
It's about an hour's drive from Suzhou to here, so Song Zhixu definitely hasn't eaten either.
Song Zhixu frowned slightly, about to speak, when Tang Ran quickly interrupted, "After we get home and have dinner, I'll tell my sister everything, okay?"
As the car lights approached, Lao Zhang steadily parked the car beside the two of them, and the back door opened automatically.
"Okay." Song Zhixu left those two words indifferently and stepped into the car.
Tang Ran was not discouraged. After getting into the car, she still held Song Zhixu's hand as usual, called Xinghelou to deliver food, and also sent a message to Miao Tiantian to tell her that she was going home first.
She put away her phone, hesitating whether to ask Song Zhixu when she had gone to the cabin.
She wanted to know how much Song Zhixu had heard.
Something about her conversation with Song Wuqi earlier sounded off; if Song Zhixu had overheard it, she would definitely have noticed something was amiss.
But judging from Song Zhixu's reaction, Tang Ran felt that she didn't seem to have heard it.
Tang Ran hesitated for a moment, then secretly glanced at Song Zhixu, thinking that she should ask first to be on the safe side.
As a result, they saw that Song Zhixu had already closed his eyes to rest.
Tang Ran's throat tightened, but she swallowed her words back.
Never mind, I'll ask them all at once later.
Back at Shengming Mansion, dinner from Xinghe Restaurant was delivered.
Seeing Song Zhixu put down her chopsticks, Tang Ran impatiently pulled Song Zhixu to sit on the sofa.
"Sister, I've made up my mind," Tang Ran said solemnly, nodding her head.
She took a deep breath and tentatively asked, "When did you arrive, sister?"
Song Zhixu looked up at her and said, "Ask her if she deliberately set the fire."
When Tang Ran sent her that photo, she had just gotten out of the car and went straight in the direction where Tang Ran was.
When she arrived at the garden, she saw Tang Ran and Song Wuqi walk around to the front of the cabin. Feeling uneasy, she followed them. When she reached the cabin, she overheard Tang Ran's question.
When Song Wuqi went up to snatch Tang Ran's phone, Song Zhixu wanted to stop him, but she noticed Tang Ran's little action of glancing at the surveillance camera.
She realized that Tang Ran had done it on purpose.
Tang Ran thought back and realized that after she asked Song Wuqi if he had deliberately set the fire, she had been intentionally provoking Song Wuqi. They hadn't mentioned rebirth again, except for the last few words Song Wuqi threatened her with.
Tang Ran hooked her finger around Song Zhixu's and asked softly, "Did you figure it out?"
This was clearly a continuation of the conversation that hadn't finished in the car.
Song Zhixu slightly lifted her eyes to look at her, "You admit it, you wanted to deliberately provoke her?"
Tang Ran shrank back. "I have my reasons for doing this."
She bit her lip. "In order to find evidence of Song Wuqi's infidelity, I hired a private investigator to follow her for a period of time."
While speaking, Tang Ran kept observing Song Zhixu's expression. Seeing that she didn't react, she continued, "After the fire, I always felt something was wrong, so I asked him to help investigate again. He didn't find any direct evidence, but he found that Uncle Wei, who was in charge of guarding the old house, suddenly bought a house in town a while ago, and before that, Song Wuqi transferred a sum of money to him."
"I was thinking of using this to trick her." Tang Ran moved closer to Song Zhixu and took her arm. "Look at how much she reacted, she must have done it."
The private investigator found no evidence that Uncle Wei had set the fire, and the bank transfer records alone could not prove anything. Uncle Wei was a relative of the Song family, and Song Wuqi could easily find an excuse to say that he was lending him money.
Tang Ran tried to provoke Song Wuqi to find her weakness.
Song Zhixu withdrew her hand, her expression unreadable, her indifferent eyes quietly watching her. "You provoked her just to trick her?"
Well……
Isn't Song Zhixu being a little too perceptive?
Tang Ran swallowed hard. "I haven't finished yet. She has such bad intentions. If she doesn't succeed this time, she will definitely find another opportunity to do it next time."
Song Wuqi is like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows; if she gets the chance, she will definitely bite again.
Especially after learning that Song Wuqi had also been reborn, Tang Ran became even more determined in her thoughts.
Tang Ran held Song Zhixu's hand and said, "Instead of constantly guarding against her, we should strike first."
"So if I didn't stop her, you were prepared to be 'pushed' into the lake by her?" Song Zhixu looked at her, stating her conjecture. "And then you faked drowning? And then accused Song of murder to cover it up? And her motive was that you suspected her of arson?"
"These things alone might not be enough to actually get Song Wuqi imprisoned, but in a gathering like today's, which brings together most of Jiangcheng's elite, if something really happens, it won't be covered up. Before tonight, the whole of Jiangcheng will know what happened."
“Song Wuqi will be ruined, if not completely disgraced. In the future, if I have any problems, everyone will look at her with suspicion. Under the pressure of public opinion, she will not be able to take action easily again.”
"Is this the effect you wanted to achieve?"
Song Zhixu met Tang Ran's eyes, as if trying to see into Tang Ran's heart, "Besides, the matter has blown up so big, Dad will not let it go unpunished. Even if he can't find evidence of Song Wuqi's arson, he will never be valued again."
Just as Tang Ran said, Song Wuqi will never be the president of Song Corporation again in his lifetime.
"You... how did you guess all of this?" Tang Ran was both surprised and guilty.
Is Song Zhixu's mind working too fast? She thought about this plan for a long time before coming up with it.
But Song Zhixu not only saw through her at a glance, he even guessed her true purpose?!
Song Zhixu took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and asked her, "Do you know how dangerous this is?"
She knew that Tang Ran was doing all this for her sake, but precisely because of that, she couldn't just let it go.
"I can swim," Tang Ran explained, her voice lacking confidence. "I know what I'm doing is a bit risky, but I have no other choice. Besides, I had a plan; it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision."
She clung to Song Zhixu's arm, her eyes wide with pleading, "Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Song Zhixu turned her head away and refused to look at her.
No matter the reason, she could not accept Tang Ran risking her life.
She had told Tang Ran on the yacht that day to take care of herself, and Tang Ran clearly agreed verbally, but didn't take it to heart at all.
"elder sister."
Tang Ran called out softly, leaned over and hugged Song Zhixu's neck, then paused abruptly when she saw the redness in Song Zhixu's eyes.
Her heart tightened, and she spoke cautiously, "Sister, please don't be angry. I promise I won't do it again."
Song Zhixu turned around, her eyes slightly red, "Tang Ran, have you ever thought that if Song Wuqi gets angry and embarrassed, he might really drag you into the lake with him?"
She took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "What am I supposed to do if something really happens to you?"
Towards the end, his angry voice trembled slightly, a mixture of sadness and lingering fear.
Song Zhixu didn't even dare to think about this possibility, because the consequences were something she couldn't possibly face.
From the moment she met Song Zhixu, Tang Ran always saw her as someone who was calm, composed, and able to handle any situation with ease, always in control of everything.
Tang Ran had never seen her look so apprehensive and fearful before.
Her heart clenched, and she hurriedly pulled Song Zhixu aside to explain, "No, no, I really had a plan, there won't be any accidents."
"Plan?" Song Zhixu slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, staring intently at Tang Ran. "You suspect Song Wuqi of arson, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you consider discussing it with me before making your plan?"
"I can overlook the things that happened in the past, but this matter is clearly related to me, so why are you keeping it from me?"
"Tang Ran." Song Zhixu's eyes held a hint of sadness, her tone tinged with self-mockery. "Do you think I won't believe what you say, or do you think that given our current relationship, I'm still not worthy of your trust?"
Along with her words, a tear fell from the corner of Song Zhixu's eye.
Tang Ran was slightly taken aback, then quickly cupped her face tenderly, "No, I didn't distrust you."
She raised her hand to wipe away Song Zhixu's tears, but Song Zhixu leaned back slightly to avoid her touch and quietly looked at Tang Ran.
What she wanted was not Tang Ran's comfort, but her answer.
Tang Ran felt a little flustered. "I really didn't distrust you. The reason I didn't tell you was because...because..."
She paused, hesitating about how to begin. Rebirth was such an unbelievable thing; would Song Zhixu believe it?
And where should we begin?
Tang Ran scratched her head, her eyebrows furrowing in a furrowed brow.
"Never mind," Song Zhixu said in a low, hoarse voice. "We can talk about it when you want to later."
She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, her expression now calm as she stood up from the sofa.
"You don't need to worry about Song Wuqi's situation, and you don't need to get involved anymore. I'll handle it. It's getting late, I'll go and draw you a bath."
Even though Song Zhixu's tone was as gentle as usual, it made Tang Ran feel even more flustered.
"Don't go, don't go, it's not that I don't want to talk." Tang Ran quickly stood up and grabbed her. "I just couldn't think of where to start."
Her calm demeanor was even more unsettling than her anger, so Tang Ran dared not let her leave so easily.
She pressed Song Zhixu back onto the sofa, then glanced at the bag on the coffee table out of the corner of her eye and suddenly remembered something.
"Wait a minute, sister."
She held Song Zhixu's hand with one hand, while reaching for her bag on the coffee table with the other, her movements both strange and funny.
Song Zhixu rubbed his throbbing temples, unsure whether to be angry or amused.
She said those things to make Tang Ran take it seriously, but not in this way that she was afraid Tang Ran would run away if she let go.
"Tang Ran," Song Zhixu said.
Tang Ran's back tensed slightly, and she gripped her hand even tighter. "Okay, okay, almost there... I can touch it."
As her surprised words fell, a black voice recorder was handed to Song Zhixu.
Song Zhixu frowned slightly, not understanding Tang Ran's meaning for a moment.
"Listen to this first," Tang Ran coaxed gently.
She turned on the voice recorder and pulled up the most recent recording.
The first part of the recording was the rustling sound of footsteps. Tang Ran fast-forwarded it, switched to her own voice, and continued playing it at the original speed after saying, "Speak."
In addition to her cell phone, Tang Ran also kept a voice recorder in her bag. She deliberately let Song Wuqi discover the cell phone recording, not only to provoke her but also to make her lower her guard after she turned off the cell phone recording.
Tang Ran hadn't originally planned to use the recording this way, but it's come in handy now.
Song Zhixu's expression remained unchanged until she heard, "Many years later, that childhood sweetheart betrayed her..."
She frowned slightly, looking at Tang Ran with a puzzled expression, trying to get an answer from her.
"Let's continue listening."
Tang Ran said softly, gazing at the expression on Song Zhixu's face.
The more he listened, the more solemn Song Zhixu's expression became.
'Let's wipe the slate clean of our past lives. I won't hold you accountable for the things you did to retaliate against me. Can we start over?'
After playing Song Wuqi's words, Tang Ran stopped recording.
She didn't speak, but waited for Song Zhixu to speak first.
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