Chapter 200 Rules
At this moment, no one dared to easily question Song Zhiwei's words.
"In the fifty-three videos released by Brother Li, Yin Hang is clearly present."
She spoke slowly and deliberately, laying out the truth completely.
This is not speculation, nor insinuation, but clear and unmistakable visual evidence.
Fifty-three videos, each second of which could destroy a person's reputation and life.
Yin Hang was among them.
As soon as Song Zhiwei finished speaking, Cheng Lanlan immediately pressed the remote control, and the image on the big screen changed.
The still photos disappeared, replaced by a black-and-white surveillance video.
In the video, Yin Hang, wearing a black trench coat and a mask, is exchanging USB drives with a woman in an underground parking garage.
The other person looked nervous and kept looking around.
The timestamp shows: 2:17 AM.
"Holy crap, is this for real?"
Someone gasped in surprise, not even noticing the pen falling to the ground.
The other person trembled as they opened their phone and quickly searched for keywords, trying to verify the authenticity of the scene.
"So what exactly is the relationship between Song Xiaoxiao and Yin Hang?"
Questions spread rapidly like vines.
One is a popular celebrity, and the other is an adopted son of a wealthy family. What kind of deal is hidden between the two?
Is it a transfer of benefits?
Or is it an emotional entanglement?
Or was it a joint crime?
The reporters erupted in a flurry of questions.
He bombarded questions one after another, his tone urgent and his emotions running high.
Some people questioned the flow of funds, some questioned whether the Song family was aware of the situation, and many more were closely watching whether there was an even bigger conspiracy behind Yin Hang.
Cheng Lanlan put her hands on her hips and said in a loud voice, "We're siblings! Song Xiaoxiao has always been the adopted daughter, my Yanyan is the real heiress!"
Her words were clear and powerful, as if announcing a long-awaited coronation ceremony.
She emphasized the name "Song Xiaoxiao" heavily, conveying years of suppressed anger and resentment.
The surrounding area instantly erupted into chaos.
The scene, which had been relatively restrained, completely spiraled out of control.
Some people dug up old news articles and compared photos of the Song family's family reunion ceremony from back then;
Someone called friends in the industry to verify the family secrets;
Some people are even calling for an investigation: "This must be investigated! This isn't just a matter for the entertainment industry; it's a major mystery surrounding family succession!"
"Wasn't it said that Song Xiaoxiao was the Song family's biological daughter?"
A veteran reporter frowned and pressed for an answer, his face full of confusion.
For many years, the media has reported that Song Xiaoxiao is the only bloodline of Mr. Song, and even called her the "successor of the business empire".
How can anyone believe that a "real heiress" has suddenly appeared?
"If Song Zhiwei is really the biological daughter, then the family fortune should belong to her!"
Some people immediately realized the crux of the problem.
Equity, assets, brand endorsements...
Everything that originally belonged to Song Xiaoxiao will change hands if the identities are reversed.
The redistribution of money and power is enough to unleash a storm.
"But over the years, how much attention has Song Xiaoxiao generated for the Song family..."
A well-dressed financial reporter murmured.
He was thinking about financial reports, stock prices, and brand value.
Song Xiaoxiao's participation in variety shows, endorsement of luxury goods, and attendance at charity events have repeatedly brought the Song Group into the public eye.
If all of this is built on a false identity, then the entire corporate image will collapse.
Just as the argument was getting out of hand, a clear, cold voice suddenly broke in.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like an icicle piercing through the noise, instantly severing all the commotion.
"Whoever becomes the heir, as long as they can make the Song family better, that's enough."
His tone was so calm, as if he were stating a very simple fact. There was no anger or emotional fluctuation, but he carried an imposing aura that no one could ignore.
Song Xiaoxiao wore a well-tailored suit with sharp lines that accentuated her tall and capable figure.
She wore high heels, the heels tapping on the marble floor with a crisp and steady rhythm.
Step by step, he calmly emerged from the back of the crowd, as if slowly revealing himself from a long behind-the-scenes scheme.
A smile still lingered on her face, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, and the corners of her eyes subtly raised, exuding a nonchalant elegance.
But the smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it was like a thin layer of ice covering his pupils.
She felt as if the noise around her was irrelevant; the arguments, shouting, and questioning were nothing more than background noise.
She held up a bank card with a light touch, as if she were holding up an insignificant business card.
Her red lips curved slightly, and her voice was so clear that it could be heard in every corner:
"This is the money to cover the Song family's losses. Song Zhiwei, you've made a bet, it's time for you to leave."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, her tone becoming even more resolute.
"As for Yin Hang—I don't know him at all."
Her eyes were slightly cold, and her tone was steady, as if she were stating a perfectly ordinary truth.
“You can find out if you look it up. Before his plastic surgery, he was the son of Song Zhiwei’s adoptive parents and her younger brother.”
These words were like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, directly targeting Song Zhiwei's vulnerable background and attempting to drag her down from her moral high ground.
"That's right."
Song Zhiwei nodded gently, her movements unhurried, as if she had already anticipated this scene.
A slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, forming a faint yet sharp arc, as if in response, or perhaps as a mockery.
"Unfortunately... I recorded it back then."
She remembered that it was raining that day, the raindrops weaving a dense, gray curtain, the air so damp and cold that it was hard to breathe.
At the end of the hospital corridor, she leaned against the wall, watching Jiang Li anxiously making a phone call outside the ward.
Fearing that Jiang Li might use the popularity to harm her, she casually turned on the recording function on her phone.
It was an unintentional act; she didn't even realize it at the time.
She had long seen through the Jiang family's character—
They are despicable, shameless, and ruthless; they can climb over the corpses of their own relatives to advance their own interests.
They don't care about morality; they only care about who is more useful.
Unexpectedly, this casual recording became a fatal blow.
A single audio clip can be enough to turn the tide.
The smile on Song Xiaoxiao's face froze instantly.
Her pupils contracted slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously curled up, but she quickly suppressed it.
For the first time, cracks appeared in that elegant mask, like spiderwebs spreading across glass.
Being born into the Jiang family was a stain on her life.
She spent twenty years getting rid of her surname, changing her name, severing her bloodline, all to erase that unbearable past.
But today, it has been torn open by its own hands and laid bare before everyone, bloodied and raw.
Seeing that Song Zhiwei was about to play the recording, she hurriedly spoke first, her voice still steady, but with a hint of imperceptible urgency:
"Now you just need to get out of here as agreed, and don't bring up anything else."
She was trying to regain the initiative and try to silence the other party with the rules.
"I want to too."
Song Zhiwei tilted her head, her movements as light and nimble as an innocent child.
But her eyes seemed to be watching a joke, filled with chilling coldness and mockery.
"But...do you still have a chance to take over the group?"
Song Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and a chill ran down her spine.
How could things be going so smoothly?
From her announcement that she would cover the financial shortfall, to public opinion quickly turning in her favor, and then to the tacit approval of her taking over the business by her family elders—
Everything went so smoothly that it seemed unreal, more like a meticulously scripted play.
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