Chapter 42
Ruan Ning's heart sank suddenly, and a woman's keen intuition allowed her to detect an unusual aura.
She took a step forward, her voice trembling slightly as she stared at Song Zhi sharply, "Song Zhi! Explain yourself! What did you do to Xiao Jiu?!"
Song Zhi was beaten so hard that he saw stars. His psychological defenses completely collapsed, and he blurted out while crying: "I... I have no conscience! I am not a human being! In order to... in order to get Huatian's project, I... I got Shi Yu drunk... and sent... sent her to Lai Zhou's bed... but..."
“Bang!”
An extremely loud slap interrupted Song Zhi's unfinished words.
Ruan Ning used all his strength to slap Song Zhi, causing half of his face to swell up instantly, with clear five finger marks appearing.
Her body was shaking violently as she pointed at Song Zhi. Her usually gentle eyes were now burning with rage, and her voice was distorted by extreme anger and heartache: "You beast! He is your own nephew! How could you... How could you do such a thing that is worse than pigs and dogs?! Song Zhi, you are not a human!"
Song Huishu was struck by lightning and froze in place.
He guessed that his brother was a bastard, but he never expected that he could be such a heinous bastard!
Using such despicable means on your own nephew?
A mixture of anger, shame, and heartache rushed to his head. He rushed over and grabbed Song Zhi, who was lying limp on the ground. His fist made a whistling sound as it smashed into that disgusting face!
"Bang!" Song Zhi was knocked back and blood instantly gushed out of his mouth and nose.
"Get out! You beast! From now on, I, Song Huishu, no longer have a brother like you! The Song family no longer has anyone like you! Get out!" Song Huishu's eyes were red, his chest heaving violently as he shouted at the servants who came in after hearing the noise, "Throw him out! Don't let him set foot in the Song family again!"
Song Zhi was dragged out like a puddle of mud, still begging for mercy incoherently: "Brother...Brother, you can't ignore me...We are a family..."
Song Zhi, who was thrown out of the Song family, was planning to flee to the countryside to hide immediately.
However, as soon as he ran to a remote section of the road, several black cars slid silently to his side and surrounded him.
Several burly, expressionless men in black got out of the car and stuffed him in without saying a word.
The car sped all the way and finally stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse.
Song Zhi was roughly dragged out of the car and pushed into the warehouse.
The light in the warehouse was dim, with only a tall figure standing in the center. His aura was powerful and cold, as if it had merged with the surrounding darkness.
Song Zhi couldn't see the man's face clearly, he just felt an invisible pressure that almost suffocated him.
A low and pleasant voice, yet now cold and devoid of any human emotion, echoed in the empty warehouse:
"Which hand did you use when you drugged Song Shiyu?"
Song Zhi was so frightened that his soul flew out of his body, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve: "You... who are you? Why did you arrest me? This is illegal!"
The figure behind him didn't seem to have any interest in talking to him any more. He just said a few words calmly: "Then it's all wasted."
At the command, the bodyguard next to him immediately stepped forward. His movements were clean and neat. With two teeth-grinding crisp sounds and Song Zhi's scream like a pig being slaughtered, his two wrists bent at a strange angle - the bones were broken.
"Ah! My...my hand!" Song Zhi rolled on the ground in pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.
That cold voice sounded again, with a hint of impatience: "Too noisy. Kill one of his eyes."
"No! No! Please! Ah——!" Song Zhi felt a sharp pain in his right eye, and warm liquid flowed down his cheek. It was blood!
He let out one last shrill scream. The severe pain and extreme fear finally exceeded his endurance limit. His eyes went black and he fainted completely.
The tall figure then slowly turned around, and in the dim light, his superior jawline was vaguely visible.
He glanced coldly at Song Zhi, who lay like a dead dog on the ground, and ordered his bodyguard, "Send him directly to the police station. Call Director Zhang and tell him that the prisoner and evidence are ready for him, and that he doesn't need to be too grateful."
After saying this, he turned around and disappeared into the night outside the warehouse with a leisurely pace, as if he had just completed a trivial task.
The atmosphere in the Song family's old house was heavy and sad.
Ruan Ning hugged her son tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go.
She gently stroked Song Shiyu's hair, her voice choked with sobs, filled with endless fear and self-blame: "Xiaojiu, my Xiaojiu... It was mommy who failed to protect you and let you suffer such injustice... I'm sorry, mommy is sorry..."
Song Shiyuhui hugged his mother, feeling her body trembling slightly, and his heart softened.
He patted his mother's back gently and soothed her, "Mom, don't say that. I'm really fine. You don't have to apologize. This is not your fault."
Song Huishu stood aside. This man who was a powerful figure in the political arena also had red eyes at this moment.
He patted his son's shoulder heavily, his voice hoarse: "Xiaojiu, it was Dad's fault for neglecting it. In the future...if you encounter something like this again, you must tell Mom and Dad no matter what. Don't bear it alone. We are a family."
Song Shiyu looked at his parents' worried and distressed expressions and raised a relaxed smile: "Dad, Mom, you really don't have to worry. I'm a grown man, how can I be defeated by such a thing? Don't worry, nothing happened, everything is over."
With his repeated comfort and assurance, Ruan Ning's emotions gradually calmed down, and he was helped back to the room by Song Huishu.
As he watched the lights in his parents' room go out, the smile on Song Shiyu's face slowly faded.
He walked to the window and looked out at the dark night.
Ruan Ning couldn't fall asleep no matter what, so she quietly went to her son's room.
When she found that Song Shiyu was not in the bedroom, her heart tightened and she hurried downstairs to look for him.
Finally, she found her son in the study.
Song Shiyu stood in front of the window, holding a glass of wine in his hand, his back looking particularly lonely in the moonlight.
At that moment, what Ruan Ning saw was not the Song Shiyu in the business world, but the child whom she would always need to care for.
"Xiaojiu." She called softly.
Song Shiyu turned around, a little surprised: "Mom, why haven't you slept yet?"
Ruan Ning walked forward, without turning on the light, and simply stared at her son's face in the moonlight: "Mom can't sleep. Tell me, are you really okay?"
Song Shiyu was silent for a moment. Under his mother's concerned gaze, he put down his wine glass and gently hugged his mother.
"I promise you, I'm fine." He whispered, which was both a promise to his mother and a warning to himself.
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