Chapter 167 Shouldn't we relax a bit?
"Whether it's filmed or not, words are not enough to prove it, how can we believe it?" Acheng still had that same smiling face.
The gleaming military knife in his hand made Xie Yi dizzy.
"You were a college student before, why did you stop studying?" Song Jingyi asked, leaning back on the sofa with his legs wide open.
Xie Yi looked at him.
This man was the most handsome, with an indifferent expression, but the aura he exuded was truly terrifying.
"Big brother, big brother, I... I made a small mistake at school before." Xie Yi kowtowed twice forcefully. "Big brother, please let me go. I've already been punished."
Song Jingyi grabbed a few sheets of paper from the table, lit a corner with a lighter, and flames instantly erupted. He coldly asked, "Is fabricating pornographic rumors about girls considered a minor mistake?"
Xie Yi was on the verge of tears. How did this matter come up again? He had already been tormented so badly.
Song Jingyi glanced at the time, too lazy to waste words with the person on the ground, threw the things in his hand on the ground, got up and walked towards the bathroom, "Chen Mo, handle this."
Acheng snapped, got off the table, blocked Chen Mo's way, and craned his neck, saying, "I'm the one who arrested you? Don't even think about it."
After saying that, he turned around and squatted down nimbly.
Xie Yi only felt a flash of silver light before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down and saw that the military knife had pierced through his entire right palm.
He wailed in pain, curled up, and held his right hand.
Acheng drew his knife, still with that same smiling face, "You only have yourself to blame for being unlucky. You couldn't even find the right person to spread rumors. You're just asking for trouble."
He then stabbed at Xie Yi's leg.
Xie Yi had stopped crying.
As Chen Mo swung his knife for the fifth time, he grabbed A-Cheng's wrist. "That's enough."
"What's enough? This is nothing!" Acheng was dissatisfied. Why was he so timid and hesitant since arriving in Beijing? He had been annoyed for a long time.
“Yi-ge doesn’t want his life, now, that’s fine.” Chen Mo rarely spoke more than a few words.
Ah Cheng stood up with a grumbling, "Then you can't just stab me in the back without calling me, that's not how you play."
Chen Mo ignored him, picked up Xie Yi with one hand, and walked out easily, saying, "Clean up the floor."
"Ah! Let me clean up! Are my hands for wiping the floor? Huh?! Chen Mo, you stop right there!"
"What are you yelling about?" Song Jingyi came out after taking a shower and changing his clothes. "Aren't you going to clean up after me? I will."
"Can't we just call a cleaner?" Acheng pouted, looking extremely aggrieved. "With our family's conditions, we could hire a hundred cleaners."
"No, it has to be you." After saying that, Song Jingyi picked up the black phone on the table and was about to leave. "You can only leave when you've cleaned the floor."
"You didn't take me with you again!" Acheng shouted from the spot.
His response was a loud bang as the door slammed shut.
He touched his nose. The boss was in a bad mood, so he'd better not go and provoke him.
Although he can take a beating, he doesn't want to get beaten up today.
Chen Mo drove Song Jingyi to the agreed location.
The person behind him remained silent for a long time, the air thick with tension; he was unhappy.
"Brother Yi, Miss went shopping with her foster mother today, and our people sent over a few photos."
"Give me your phone."
Today I wore a light green dress, and my long, smooth hair was tied up with a pearl hair clip at the back of my head.
Holding Lan Xinyan's hand, she smiled sweetly.
They also sent over a few short videos.
The girl had a sweet, soft voice, kept calling "Mommy, Mommy" endlessly, and wanted to share everything.
Lan Xinyan looked at her with a smile in her eyes, responding to every word.
The Shen family has raised her well.
Chen Mo glanced at Song Jingyi's expression, which had softened considerably compared to before, and his eyes and brows showed a gentleness he had never seen before.
“Amo,” Song Jingyi tossed his phone onto the back seat, “call over a few people, good-looking and quiet ones.”
Chen Mo had received countless missions, and each time he was able to accurately understand Yi Ge's meaning.
For the first time, he was a little confused. "Brother Yi, what are we doing?"
"The child is about to start school. We'll arrange for someone to follow her every day. Her brothers aren't stupid; we don't want them to get caught."
"Oh," Chen Mo asked again, "It also depends on appearance?"
“Ah,” Song Jingyi said dismissively, “What if the child finds out? If she likes good-looking girls, then we’ll give her a good-looking one.”
Chen Mo fell silent.
As for his reticence, it's not hard to understand.
Someone like Acheng is too annoying; Miss probably doesn't like chatterboxes.
Chen Mo drove fast and steadily, arriving at the Jinghua Hotel ten minutes before the agreed time.
A courtyard house located in the city center.
From the outside, it looks plain and unassuming; you wouldn't even glance at it if you just passed by.
As the car drove through the gate, it felt like entering another world.
The antique pavilions and towers are a one-to-one replica of the Qing Dynasty prince's mansion, and the blue and white porcelain ornaments in the courtyard are all antiques.
A beautiful woman every five steps, a princess every ten steps.
Song Jingyi was tall and imposing, with a star-like appearance. The waitresses blushed when they saw him.
He remained indifferent throughout, showing he knew how to enjoy himself. It's just unknown how many women were around him.
"Jingxu, this place is nice."
Si Jingxu was making tea with his head down when he heard this, so he stood up and said, "Jingyi, you came to the capital and didn't look for me. You don't treat me like a brother."
Song Jingyi glanced around and saw that there were no women in the room, only Si Jingxu and his assistant.
"I had some personal business to take care of and just had a moment to myself when you called," Song Jingyi said, gesturing for Chen Mo to bring over the wine before sitting down opposite Si Jingxu. "As expected of the eldest son of the Si family, you even know how secretive I am about to be."
Si Jingxu chuckled, "You're teasing me. You've been in Beijing for so long, and I only just heard about your visit from my girlfriend."
Song Jingyi feigned confusion, "You have a girlfriend? Which family's daughter is she? How did this get me involved?"
“The Shen family’s daughter is very quiet,” Si Jingxu smiled. “You went to her house for dinner last night, and we had a video call. She mentioned your name, and that’s how I found out.”
Song Jingyi sneered inwardly.
When did Si Jingxu become so impatient?
This is because they're afraid others will covet the child; they've come specifically to assert their dominance.
"Ah," Song Jingyi suddenly realized, "Uncle Shen's little sister, what a coincidence."
Si Jingxu handed him a cup of tea. "How is Uncle Song?"
Song Jingyi took a sip of tea and raised an eyebrow. "Your tea tastes the best. My dad, he probably isn't very good at it. He can't even win over a wife."
"Aunt Qingzhi hasn't forgiven him yet?" Si Jingxu chuckled softly. "What would you like to eat?"
“How can we forgive so easily?” Song Jingyi put down his teacup. “What we eat doesn’t matter, we have to drink to our hearts’ content today.”
Si Jingxu raised an eyebrow, nonchalant and unrestrained, "That's natural."
"So many beautiful women have come and gone along the way, yet your room is so quiet." Song Jingyi picked up the cigarette case on the table, lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth, carefully observing his reaction. "Your girlfriend isn't here, don't you want to relax a bit?"
“If you need anything, I’ll arrange it for you after we finish drinking,” Si Jingxu’s expression softened unconsciously. “As for me, I’m a germaphobe and don’t want anyone other than her to touch me.”
Song Jingyi looked at him and found him a little more pleasing to the eye than before.
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