Chapter 72 Who is the mean one?
It was late at night and the surroundings were quiet. Song Ci walked fast, but the road that was not far in the past now seemed a little far.
She walked briskly, her breathing uneven, and beads of sweat formed on the tip of her nose. Her gaze was heavy as she stared ahead, as if she were a trapped beast, brewing something in a dark, narrow cave.
There was a bustling sound of conversation in the main hall, but the outer courtyard was exceptionally quiet. When she arrived at the courtyard gate, Song Ci looked up from a not-too-far distance and saw a scene that made her eyes bloodshot.
Inside the house, Old Lady Song, Old Brother Song, Li Yao, Old Second Song and others were sitting on chairs.
Li Yao picked up the teacup with a smile on his face, and looked at Qiao Xianglan who was pressed to the ground by Ling'er with a comfortable look on his face, his face pressed tightly against the cold ground, his eyes cold and resentful.
"Let go!" Song Ci shouted loudly before he got close. Ling'er came over following the voice, but the strength in her hands did not weaken. She still pressed Qiao Xianglan's head tightly, making her kneel down.
"Miss Third, this is the order from the old lady and the master. I am just following orders." Ling'er said in a sarcastic and even provocative tone as she added another 10% of strength in her hands.
Qiao Xianglan groaned in pain, her thin body looking small and fragile in the dark night.
Tears of pain rolled back and forth in her eyes. When she glanced at Song Ci, she hurriedly called out, "Xiao Ci, go back quickly."
Seeing Ling'er was determined not to let go, Song Ci's eyes turned cold and her voice was cold, "Tian'er."
Tian'er walked out from behind and said in a sweet tone, "Yes."
Ling'er, who was escorting Qiao Xianglan, suddenly felt a sense of crisis in her heart, and her eyes kept looking up and down at the girl who was walking towards her.
She looked to be no more than a teenager, not very tall, with a round face and round eyes, and looked very sweet and lovely. Ling'er automatically ignored the slight sense of crisis.
I sneered in my heart, she is just a petite girl, how could she be a threat to me?
She had been traveling around the world with her father since she was young, performing acrobatics. She had much more strength and skills than most people. After seeing Tian'er's appearance, she was full of disdain.
Such a petite girl, even if I let her attack me, she probably won't be able to hurt me at all.
Tian'er walked up to Ling'er and pinched her arm lightly.
There was still a faint smile on his face.
The next second, there was a sharp pain in her arm, as if the bones were about to break. The tightly grasped part continued to exert force, forcing Ling'er to let go, and at the same time, she let out an uncontrollable roar of pain.
"Let me go! Let me go! It hurts! What have you done to me?"
Tian'er didn't say anything, but smiled faintly, and let go of her hand as she requested. The next second, Ling'er's right arm was in a strange posture, hanging there, swaying.
Ling'er's eyes widened, and she said in disbelief, "My hand...is broken."
Tian'er: "You were a bit too rough. But who told you to look at me like that..." She smiled, turned around and helped Qiao Xianglan up from the ground.
"Mom, are you okay? What happened?"
Qiao Xianglan looked at Tian'er in surprise and doubt. From her angle, she didn't see clearly what Tian'er did. She only saw Ling'er's hand broken.
Hearing Song Ci's cry, she hurriedly turned around, "Xiao Ci, mother is innocent. Go quickly and find your father."
She said as she pushed Song Ci out, eager to let her go.
"Mom, calm down. Don't worry, I'll be fine. You, too." Every word was powerful.
Qiao Xianglan was stunned. Although her daughter was still her own, every word she said seemed to strike her heart, giving her immense confidence.
"How dare you!" Boss Song saw this scene from his chair. "Song Ci, your mother made a mistake, don't you want to be punished too? And you, an ignorant maid, actually dared to lay hands on Ling'er. Are you going to lay hands on me, your elder, too?"
Song Ci squeezed Qiao Xianglan's trembling hand and looked back with a determined look. "My uncle said my mother made a mistake. Today, I want to hear what mistake my mother made that made you treat her like this. Letting a servant touch her."
Uncle Song's eyes darkened. "Okay, okay, you're grown up now, and you won't listen to your uncle anymore. Do you know what your mother did wrong? Her mistakes are enough for your father to divorce her. Even if the incident gets out, the county government will arrest her and throw her in jail."
Old Lady Song lifted herself up from the couch, her face flushing unnaturally. She coughed and glared fiercely at this side, "Bitch, I'm going to make the Third Brother divorce you. You're a scumbag. As long as you're around, you'll tear my Song family apart sooner or later! You dare to attack me now? You don't know what you'll do in the future."
"I didn't! Mom, I really didn't!" Qiao Xianglan tightly grasped Song Ci's hand, "Xiao Ci, you have to believe me, I didn't do it, I really didn't do it."
Song Ci looked at Qiao Xianglan intently, and said gently, "Mom, don't be anxious. I believe you. We can talk slowly."
When Qiao Xianglan heard that her daughter believed in her, she choked up and couldn't speak, and her tears fell on the black stone slabs and spread out.
"Mom, come and tell me what happened."
As her daughter, Song Ci knew exactly what kind of person Qiao Xianglan was. If she were to be accused of doing something bad, Song Ci would never believe it.
Her mother was soft-hearted and had been bullied a lot in the past. If someone like her could harm someone, then the victim deserved to die.
Immediately, Qiao Xianglan recounted what had happened in a halting manner.
"You said, Doctor Lin said grandma is allergic?"
Old Lady Song patted the chair beneath her, her tone agitated. "I'm not allergic, it's just that this bitch wanted to harm me and added something to my food and medicine. Your mother wants me dead, are you still going to help her? I'm your grandmother, don't forget, your last name is Song, not Qiao.
Qiao Xianglan, you damn unlucky person, you despicable bitch, you are deliberately trying to harm me. If you kill me, my son will have to observe mourning for three years. You are trying to cut off the future of our Song family. You have such a cruel heart.
Why don't you admit it quickly! Do you have to wait for me to have someone beat you up before you confess?!"
Song Ci raised her head and moved her nose, faintly smelling the strong smell of medicine in the room. The smell was very pungent, making people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.
She remembered that before, Old Lady Song clearly didn't look sick at all, but she became so sick in just a few days.
That means that someone really wants to harm her, but who is that person?
She looked around and paused when her eyes passed over Li Yao's face. She didn't know whether she felt guilty or something else.
Meeting Song Ci's cold gaze, Li Yao unconsciously turned his eyes away.
Seeing her like this, Song Ci's eyes gradually turned colder.
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