Chapter 43
Song Zhi's affairs could not be hidden from his grandfather Song Tianheng who was far away in the countryside.
When the old man heard the news, he was furious and immediately rushed back from the countryside.
"Grandpa." Seeing that his grandfather's face was ashen and his chest was heaving violently, Song Shiyu hurried forward to help him sit down. "Don't be angry, take care of yourself." He handed a cup of warm tea to his grandfather.
Song Tianheng took the teacup with trembling hands, but had no intention of drinking it.
He raised his eyes and looked at his most proud grandson with regret, his voice was hoarse with sorrow: "Xiaojiu, you have been wronged... It's grandpa's fault that he is useless and raised such a thing worse than pigs and dogs! I failed to discipline him well. Grandpa... apologizes to you on his behalf." After all, he was his own flesh and blood. Even though he knew that he was a good-for-nothing, he never expected that he could be so cruel as to do such a cruel thing to his own family.
Song Shiyu looked at his grandfather holding his hand tightly, and the calloused palm conveyed endless guilt and worry.
He held Grandpa's hand with his backhand, and said in a calm but firm tone: "Grandpa, I'm fine. It's all over. Please don't worry about it anymore."
Grandpa sighed heavily and touched Song Shiyu's head lovingly with his rough hands, as if he was still the child in need of protection.
"In the afternoon, accompany grandpa to the police station."
Song Shiyu nodded obediently.
In the afternoon, the grandfather and grandson arrived at the police station.
Director Zhang was already waiting at the door.
Song Tianheng is a well-known figure. He once held a high position and made great achievements on the battlefield. He also has countless medals representing supreme glory. No one dares not respect him.
In the meeting room arranged by the police station, when Song Zhi was brought in and saw his father sitting there, his emotions instantly broke down.
His handcuffed hands hung limply in front of him, and he cried out with tears streaming down his face: "Dad! Dad! I know I was wrong. Please save me, get me out!"
Song Tianheng looked at his good-for-nothing son, especially the gauze wrapped around his face and his miserable and dejected appearance, and anger surged in his heart again.
He slammed the table and said in a loud voice, "Song Zhi! The Song family paid for your education and gave you a comfortable life, but what have you been doing?! You drugged your own nephew and committed commercial fraud! If you don't have the skills, don't take on such a job! Kneel down!"
Song Zhi was so frightened by the angry shout that his whole body trembled. He fell to his knees with a plop, crying even more miserably: "I'm sorry, Dad! I'm sorry..."
"You are not sorry to me! You are sorry to Xiaojiu and the ancestors of the Song family! You bastard, kneeling down is not enough to atone for your sins! In the future, you must reflect on yourself in prison and be a new person!" Song Tianheng scolded bitterly.
However, the old man who had been in power for many years had a sharp vision. He quickly noticed that Song Zhi was not only injured in his eyes, but his arms also hung in an unnatural posture, which clearly showed that his hands were disabled.
It is absolutely impossible for the police to lynch a criminal, so there must be someone else behind this.
Song Shiyu stood silently behind his grandfather throughout the whole process, watching Song Zhi's tearful performance coldly.
He didn't need this belated, cheap apology.
In comparison, the unofficial and severe injuries on Song Zhi's body made him even more suspicious.
Who on earth was it that stood up for him in such an extreme way?
The grandfather and grandson walked out of the police station in silence and got into the car.
Song Tianheng leaned back in the back seat, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then spoke slowly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible coldness: "Your second uncle's eyes and hands were injured unusually. It wasn't done by the police."
"I noticed that too, Grandpa." Song Shiyu tapped the interior of the car door unconsciously with his slender fingers, his eyes fixed on the street scene passing by outside the window.
Song Tianheng frowned and said in a firm tone: "Don't get involved in this matter. I will send someone to find out myself." He did not want to favor Song Zhi, but as the helmsman of the Song family, he must know who had bypassed him and resorted to lynching to punish the Song family.
This concerns the Song family's reputation and also concerns potential threats.
Song Shiyu knew his grandfather's temper very well, so he nodded and said no more.
After sending his grandfather back to the old house, Song Shiyu stayed to have dinner with his family.
The atmosphere at the table was still a little dull.
After dinner, Song Huishu and Song Tianheng went to the study to talk, while Ruan Ning took his son to the living room to chat, trying to dispel some of the depression.
"By the way, Xiaojiu," Ruan Ning seemed to suddenly remember something, and her tone became more relaxed. "Your Aunt Qingqing has been trying to get tickets for a male singer's concert recently. I heard that they are very difficult to get. What's her name..." She frowned slightly and thought.
"Call...call Ji Zhiqi! Yes, Ji Zhiqi. They say tickets are hard to come by, and your Aunt Qingqing is so busy."
Hearing this name, Song Shiyu's hand holding the water cup paused almost imperceptibly.
He continued calmly, "Really? Aunt Qingqing also likes to listen to Ji Zhiqi's songs?"
"What do you mean 'also'?" Ruan Ning glanced at her son curiously, then smiled and said, "She likes him very much. She said that he is tall and handsome, sings well, and is very talented. The most important thing is that he has never had any scandals. He is clean." As she spoke, a teasing smile appeared on her face.
Song Shiyu touched the tip of his nose calmly and asked casually, "Mom, have you ever met him in person?"
"I've never seen him before!" Ruan Ning waved her hands, then revealed a sweet, feminine expression, clasping her hands together and resting them on her chin. "Besides, no one can be as handsome as your dad. In my eyes, your dad is the most handsome."
Seeing his mother's happy expression, Song Shiyu couldn't help but laugh too.
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