Zhuang Pinghua was only stabbed. Based on the current injuries and clues, it has nothing to do with the scalp case, and no one has even considered that possibility.
Song Guomin only heard about this from Liu Aimei after he got home from get off work that evening.
The two children also returned from daycare.
The thought of the few dozen yuan that had been stolen from Liu Aimei made her heart bleed.
Song Guomin said with a stern face, "Things haven't been peaceful lately. Try to stay home as much as possible, especially at night."
Liu Aimei was still angry, and said indignantly, "With Zhuang Pinghua's pathetic state, it was only a matter of time before he got beaten up. He's lazy and irresponsible, and he probably offended someone outside. Damn it, Xiong Jing is no good either. She stole someone from him and only picks up other people's trash."
"If you ask me, your third aunt is quite wise. She divorced Zhuang Pinghua right away and is doing very well now."
When the Song family was mentioned, Song Guomin's expression froze.
When Song Guomin returned to Heping Lane last time, he heard that Song Rongrong was going abroad on a government scholarship and wouldn't need to spend her family's money.
"Let's eat."
Liu Aimei sneered, "Luckily, this apartment building has security guards, otherwise, if you got stabbed, you wouldn't even have the money for treatment!"
Song Guomin slammed his chopsticks down, "Let's eat!"
Liu Aimei looked embarrassed and fell silent when she saw Song Guomin's dark and gloomy face.
...
Zhuang Pinghua didn't wake up until evening.
He was moved to a regular ward, and police came again in the early hours of the morning, asking if he had seen the killer's face the night before.
Zhuang Pinghua blinked, indicating that he had seen it.
But it was dark at the time, so Zhuang Pinghua couldn't see clearly and can't remember the person's face now.
Zhuang Pinghua had no recollection of ever offending anyone.
The murder was clearly premeditated, and it is initially suspected that it was committed by someone known to the victim.
Xiong Jing immediately retorted, "Whether it's someone from the Song family or not, it must be the Song family who hired the assassin! We haven't offended anyone else besides the Song family!"
Xiong Jing's mother chimed in, "I also feel it's the Song family. There are so many men in the Song family, and Song Guomin's brothers are all gangsters. It must be them who hired them!"
Old Lady Liu frowned. "That's not necessarily true. There's no evidence."
"What other evidence do we need? Only the Song family has a motive. Who else could it be?!"
The police interrupted the argument and asked Xiong Jing, "What grudge do you have against the Song family? Who exactly are you enemies with? Explain clearly."
Luckily, it's the middle of the night, and there's no one in the corridor.
Xiong Jing initially hesitated, but after being scolded, she finally explained the whole story.
During the day, the police went to Chenguang Park to find Song Yun.
Today is Saturday. Song Xiaoxiao is helping out at the shop, while Song Yun is cooking dumplings for customers.
The police arrived and explained the situation directly.
Song Yun was so shocked she almost dropped her bowl. "Zhuang Pinghua was stabbed? Who did it?"
Song Xiaoxiao looked up, her tone filled with surprise and a hint of delight.
"Really? Is he dead?"
Both police officers looked at Song Xiaoxiao, a girl who was only a little over ten years old, with a smile still on her lips after she was put down.
"Are you Zhuang Pinghua's daughter?"
Song Xiaoxiao: "It's just a blood relationship. He doesn't deserve to be my father. I only have my mother."
"Zhuang Pinghua almost died, aren't you sad?"
Song Xiaoxiao frowned in surprise, "Why should I be sad? I would rather he hadn't died. It's a pity that God left such a menace alive. He'll just have to harm others in the future. It's really cruel. Good people die so easily, while bad people can live so long. It's amazing that he can survive so many stabs."
The police officer's expression was somewhat strange. "No matter how much you hate him, he's still your father."
Song Xiaoxiao shrugged. "So what? You came to my mom and suspected us of being the murderers? Please, my mom and I are so weak and frail, how could we possibly have the ability to harm Zhuang Pinghua?"
Song Yun glanced at Song Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, stop talking."
This was the first time the two police officers had encountered someone as cold-hearted as Song Xiaoxiao.
The person who was killed was her own father, yet she was so indifferent.
Song Yun only said that she didn't know about this matter and hadn't heard from Zhuang Pinghua and his wife for a long time.
The police officer nodded, made a note, and left.
Throughout the entire process, the customers in the store were all eavesdropping.
Song Xiaoxiao deliberately said, "This is what happens when you cheat on someone; karma has come back to bite you."
Song Yun looked at her daughter with a very complicated expression.
"Xiaoxiao..."
"Mom, stop talking. I'm going to the hospital to see Zhuang Pinghua."
Song Xiaoxiao was in a great mood. She had never had any feelings for Zhuang Pinghua since she was a child; the only person she cared about in the whole world was her mother.
The police told them which hospital Zhuang Pinghua was in.
Song Xiaoxiao went to the front desk of the inpatient department, asked for the ward number, and then went over.
Xiong Jing and her mother were sitting in the corridor. They still owed the hospital medical bills, and Xiong Jing was extremely worried.
Just then, Song Xiaoxiao arrived.
"Oh, karma comes so fast! Is the person dead yet?"
Xiong Jing looked up and saw that it was Song Xiaoxiao, and her face immediately darkened.
She glared fiercely at Song Xiaoxiao, "Song Xiaoxiao, you brat, shut up! That's your dad!"
Song Xiaoxiao curled her lips. "What father? He's just a stranger."
Old Mrs. Xiong frowned as she looked at Song Xiaoxiao, "She has absolutely no manners!"
Upbringing?
What the heck?
Song Xiaoxiao looked through the glass in the door and saw that Zhuang Pinghua was the only patient inside.
She kicked open the ward door.
With a bang—
Xiong Jing and Xiong Laoniang quickly came in.
He strode inside.
"He's not dead yet."
Zhuang Pinghua was awakened by the noise, "Xiaoxiao..."
Song Xiaoxiao stood by the bed, looking curiously at Zhuang Pinghua's tightly wrapped belly.
"You've gotten your just desserts. It's a shame that God didn't take you away."
"Have you gotten involved with the underworld? Well, with your lazy and gluttonous nature, it's normal for someone to be targeting you."
Zhuang Pinghua thought Song Xiaoxiao had come to see him.
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Pinghua glared angrily.
"Song Xiaoxiao!"
Song Xiaoxiao crossed her arms and looked around, then turned to look at Xiong Jing, who looked wary, and placed her gaze on her stomach.
Song Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow slightly, "You're quite resilient, kid."
Xiong Jing gritted her teeth, her face extremely pale.
"What do you mean?!"
Song Xiaoxiao scoffed, "What's wrong? You won't listen to me praising you?"
Song Xiaoxiao resisted the urge to press down on Zhuang Pinghua's stomach and swaggered away.
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