Chapter 206 Private Modulation
She knew that every choice the other person had made along the way had been calculated and cruel.
She wasn't forced; she embarked on this path voluntarily, climbing over the corpses of others to rise to the top.
Are you lecturing me? Advising me to turn back from the wrong path?
Song Xiaoxiao scoffed, "Or do you want me to die right now?"
She laughed wildly, but there was no smile in her eyes.
The moonlight shone on her face, casting a cold, white glow that made her look like a delicate piece of porcelain—beautiful yet fragile.
Her fingers gripped the railing tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Over the years, no one has dared to speak to her like that.
Even her mother only dared to complain in a low voice when she was alone late at night.
And now, this younger sister who was once trampled underfoot dares to question her in such a tone.
"Neither."
Song Zhiwei smiled, very softly, "I'm just soft-hearted."
The smile was so faint, almost invisible, that it made the air freeze.
She raised her head and looked at the dark sea in the distance. The wind swept through her hair, scattering a strand of hair.
She was indeed soft-hearted—so soft-hearted that even knowing the outcome, she was still willing to tell the truth; so soft-hearted that even if the other party never repented, she wanted her to understand at the last moment where she went wrong.
I want you to understand a bit of the truth before you die.
Because she no longer wanted to live in lies, nor did she want the other person to reach the end with false perceptions.
This is not only for revenge, but also to bring all the hidden suffering to light.
Those silent cries, those erased names, those eyes closed forever...
There should be someone who remembers them, and someone who holds them accountable.
Because from beginning to end, they never intended to spare her life.
The family secrets were too bloody to allow anyone who knew them to survive.
Song Xiaoxiao's very existence is a potential threat.
She is intelligent, perceptive, and has a strong desire for control; sooner or later, she will uncover the truth behind the underlying transactions.
Therefore, rather than letting her continue to stir up trouble, it's better to use this incident to eliminate her completely.
This was not an accident, but a carefully planned end.
Going to jail?
That's too good for her.
Legal judgment is far from sufficient.
The real punishment is to make her witness the collapse of everything she believes in, and to make her realize in despair that she is nothing more than a pawn on a chessboard.
The psychological damage is far more thorough than a life behind bars.
She spent her life pursuing power and status, only to discover in the end that it was all just an illusion bestowed upon her by others.
The mother lying down, those who were used for experiments, even...
grandmother.
Every name stirred ripples in Song Zhiwei's heart.
The mother lay on the hospital bed, thin and pale, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately could not speak.
The files of the missing researchers were destroyed, and their families were told to "go abroad for further studies." And that kind old lady suddenly fell into a coma one morning and never woke up again.
They all tried to resist, but ultimately they all disappeared into the darkness.
This debt needs to be settled item by item.
It wasn't through tears or pleas, but through blood and fire that the reckoning was accomplished.
Song Zhiwei's gaze hardened; she was no longer the puppet she had been, manipulated at will.
She is prepared to bring the truth to light, no matter the cost.
The first step was to have Song Xiaoxiao personally attend the trial.
"ridiculous."
Song Xiaoxiao uttered those two words in a cold voice, filled with disdain and sarcasm.
She stared at Song Zhiwei as if she were looking at a madwoman.
What's the truth?
What liquidation?
In her view, it was nothing more than a loser's self-consolation before death.
She never believed in so-called justice; this world is a place where the strong make the rules.
Song Xiaoxiao slammed on the brakes and dragged Song Zhiwei onto the ferry.
The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, and the vehicle came to a sudden stop.
She yanked open the back door and roughly dragged Song Zhiwei out of the car.
The sea breeze tousled her long hair, but she paid no attention. The veins on her arms bulged slightly, revealing her inner anger and anxiety.
Hurried footsteps slammed onto the deck, the metal steps echoing dully, like the approaching footsteps of fate.
Sheng Tingzhou does care about her.
He was the only one who ever tried to get close to her heart, and he genuinely protected her.
He would hold an umbrella for her on rainy days, stay up all night when she had a fever, and even risk going against his family's power for her.
Song Xiaoxiao knew that as long as she was willing to turn back, that person would still open his arms to accept her.
But she refused to bow her head, nor did she need redemption.
But along the way, they didn't see a single person following them.
She had originally set a trap to lure him out, and was even prepared to use his feelings to turn the tide of the entire operation.
However, there were no abnormalities along the way, no lurking in the blind spots of the surveillance, and no interference signals on the communication channels.
She began to wonder if he had already given up?
or……
He sensed the danger and chose to back down?
If she hadn't been careless and let him go, she could have kept him firmly in her grasp and never been able to turn things around.
Memories flooded back—that confrontation at the dock, when he knelt on the ground, begging her to stop.
If she agrees, everything can still be salvaged.
But she sneered and left, leaving behind the words, "You are not worthy to decide my life."
Looking back now, that was the only chance to control the situation.
If he had been killed or imprisoned back then, the situation today might be completely different.
What a pity...
A soft sigh escaped into the sea breeze.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
Regret, like vines, coils around the heart, tightening ever more.
But she quickly suppressed her emotions, and her eyes sharpened again.
The past cannot be changed; we can only move forward.
She suppressed her thoughts and pressed the start button for the ferry.
The button made a soft "beep" sound, the engine roared, and the huge propeller began to churn the seawater.
The ship slowly moved away from the shore, gradually accelerating and cutting through the waves as it sailed forward.
At this moment, the retreat route has been cut off, and ahead lies the vast international sea, where an unknown fate awaits to be revealed.
Song Zhiwei stood aside, watching silently.
Her hands were tied behind her back, and she was leaning against the cold railing.
The wind ruffled the hem of her clothes, but it couldn't disturb the look in her eyes.
She watched silently as the coastline shrank in her field of vision until it became a blurry black line.
There was no fear or anger on her face, only an almost detached calm.
Because she knew that the real show was just beginning.
Honestly, Song Xiaoxiao is more like a rich girl who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth.
She frequented high-end clubs from a young age, received elite education, and is proficient in etiquette and multiple languages.
She wears limited-edition haute couture, precious jewelry, and even her everyday perfume is a custom-made blend.
She spoke with elegance and eloquence, and even when angry, she maintained a restrained dignity.
To outsiders, she was a flawless heiress, someone to be admired.
She knows so much, dresses impeccably, speaks with tact, and even her smile seems to have been practiced countless times.
Every angle of the smile, every blink, even the posture and gestures, has been meticulously crafted.
Her performance in front of the camera was textbook-worthy; she could calmly handle reporters' questions and accurately strike at her opponents without showing any sharpness at the shareholders' meeting.
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