Chapter 69 The Song Family's Ninth Brother is Him
The night had fallen completely.
When Lu Zhuoyuan opened the door of his home, the sensor light in the entrance hall lit up. The warm yellow light spread over his tired eyebrows, but failed to dispel the coldness that enveloped his body.
He paused in taking off his shoes, his eyes looking across the living room to the sudden bright color in the center of the coffee table.
That is a pot of Phalaenopsis.
The windows of the living room were wide open, and the moonlight shone on them. The flowers looked like resting moonlight butterflies, looking clean and elegant.
Lu Zhuoyuan's brows knitted slightly.
Who put it there?
He remembered that it was not there when he came back the day before yesterday.
Suddenly, he realized something and his expression changed.
That person appeared again.
The white curtains were lifted by the wind and swayed. He did not turn on the lights. The light from afar leaked in through the gaps in the curtains. Between the flickering lights, it seemed as if a person's figure appeared vaguely.
Across most of the living room, he could see Lu Zhuoyuan from a distance.
Lu Zhuoyuan held his breath for half a second.
"You did it, didn't you?"
He suddenly spoke, his voice seeming a little abrupt in the quiet living room.
The volume was not loud, but it carried a sense of oppressive tension.
The wind outside the window seemed to be stronger, the curtains swayed more violently, and the figure also moved, but remained silent.
Lu Zhuoyuan's fingertips curled slightly, and his knuckles turned white.
He took two steps forward, closer to the coffee table, and the fragrance of the Phalaenopsis orchid became clearer.
The smell made him inexplicably irritated, as if something was rushing into his chest and trying to break out.
"The kidnapping case in the west city," his voice sank, with a barely perceptible tremor, "you did it, didn't you?"
He repeated it, his eyes sharp and straight.
The floor lamp in the corner emits a soft glow, but it cannot illuminate the shadows that the light cannot reach, instead making the entire space appear even deeper.
No one answered from the man in the dark.
There was only the sound of the wind whistling through the window and the rustling of the curtains.
Lu Zhuoyuan's face darkened little by little, and his jawline was tense.
"I'm warning you," his voice was chilled, like icy shards scraping across glass. "Don't go too far. Those people, those things, are all in the past. Why do you insist on holding on to them?"
Lu Zhuoyuan pressed on, demanding, "The Yu couple and the car accident seven years ago, isn't that enough? How much more blood do you want on your hands?"
The autumn wind grew stronger at night, accompanied by the sound of the curtains twitching, and a very light sigh was emitted, as if thinking that Lu Zhuoyuan's words were ridiculous.
Lu Zhuoyuan's gaze fell on the Phalaenopsis again, his eyes complicated.
This flower was my mother's favorite when she was alive.
Later, his mother passed away and he never saw this flower again.
Now it came suddenly, like a silent announcement.
"Don't hurt anyone anymore," Lu Zhuoyuan's voice lowered, with a warning that was almost pleading, "especially the people from the Yu family. You are not allowed to touch them again. Do you hear me?"
The cell phone rang suddenly.
Lu Zhuoyuan took out his cell phone and Yu Zhi's name popped up on the screen.
His eyelids twitched, and he was about to hang up subconsciously when a strange pain suddenly exploded from the back of his head, spreading all the way to his entire head. Under the stimulation of tinnitus and dizziness, his body fell down.
The phone also fell a long distance.
When the people in the dark saw the names above, they became excited.
"She's innocent," he said, his forehead sweating from the pain, but he still managed to get up and hung up the phone before the figure approached him. "Isn't it good like this now? Why do you have to ruin everything?"
The wind had died down at some point, and the curtains were swaying slowly.
The figure gradually disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
The living room fell into a dead silence, with only Lu Zhuoyuan's slightly heavy breathing echoing.
He stood there, motionless, like a statue.
The light stretched his shadow very long, casting it on the ground, swaying slightly with the slight swing of the light.
The pot of Phalaenopsis orchid stood quietly on the coffee table, its white petals gleaming with a warm sheen under the light, as if silently watching him, witnessing this questioning to which no one responded.
The night is still long.
**
Yu Zhi sat on the sofa, holding her phone in her hand. The screen was on and stayed on the call interface.
If you call so late, it's unlikely they won't hang up on you.
"Okay, what you said makes sense."
It wasn't an urgent matter. The last work injury subsidy was approved, and a questionnaire was attached. Yu Zhi had never filled out this thing, so she thought of asking.
She turned her head and saw Yu Heng coming down from the study with an empty cup in his hand.
"Brother, you have the information about the ninth son of the Song family, right? Let me see it."
Yu Heng threw the phone to her directly.
"Find it yourself, in the Box."
Yu Zhi unlocked the file and quickly found the file he had just browsed not long ago.
I saw the name "Song Zhiyu" at first glance.
This made her fingers pause.
[Holy crap! The guy we drank with at the club last time? He's your colleague!]
Yu Zhi frowned slightly.
The image of the man who was arm in arm with Lu Zhuoyuan in the club flashed through my mind.
She looked at Yu Heng, who was picking things in the refrigerator, and asked, "Brother, do you have a photo of him?"
The probability of coincidence is extremely low, Yu Zhi wants to confirm it again.
Yu Heng didn't even turn his head. "Yes, flip to the bottom."
She did as she was told until a face exactly like the person in her memory popped up on the screen. Yu Zhi's brows furrowed even tighter.
Yu Heng poured a glass of skim milk and then sat on the sofa next to Yu Zhi.
"Song Zhiyu is the ninth child of the Song family, only one year younger than Song Chuyin. He was born to the then-Patriarch of the Song family and a celebrity. He has rarely returned to the Song family and keeps a low profile in public."
The information loaded by Xiaoshui was also synchronized into Yu Zhi's mind.
Song Zhiyu's mother was Su Yu. She was at the peak of her career at the time, but she was spotted by the head of the Song family during a drinking party and was forced to have sex with him.
She knew she was no match for capital, so she calmly left in her bathrobe and braved the rain to go to the hospital to get birth control pills and high-risk behavior prevention drugs.
But what she never expected was that even under such circumstances, she still got pregnant.
The first thing Su Yu wanted to do was to abort the child, but the doctor told her that given her physical condition, once she had an abortion, she would never have the chance to conceive again.
After careful consideration, she decided to travel to Country M and give birth to the child quietly.
But the news still leaked out and the old lady of the Song family knew it first.
Having dealt with many similar matters before, the old lady handed a card to Su Yu and suggested that the child do not have to return to the Song family for the time being, but must have the surname Song.
Su Yu was already struggling financially at the time, and the other party even offered to pay her monthly living expenses.
So Su Yu agreed.
The mother and son stayed abroad for seventeen years.
Later, Su Yu died and Song Zhiyu returned to China.
Outsiders gradually learned that there was a ninth son in the Song family.
However, he was extremely low-key and did not like to get involved in the Song family's messy industries and affairs. He became independent again in his early twenties and would only go back to live for a while when he worshipped his ancestors.
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