Song Ze's room.
The servant knocked on the door and entered the room, saying to Song Ze, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, playing video games with an angry look on his face, "Third Young Master, the master is back."
"Damn, he actually dared to come back."
Song Ze was furious. He threw away the game console and immediately got up from the sofa.
Suddenly he thought of his mother, stopped and hurriedly turned around to ask the servant, "Where's my mother? Have you called her over?"
Her elder brother had already revealed to her on purpose that the old man was having an affair, so she should have taken action.
The servant was puzzled, "No, the lady has been staying in her room."
"Fuck, can you even tolerate this?"
Song Ze's veins popped up and he was about to explode with anger.
The servant didn't know what was going on and looked at Song Ze in confusion.
Song Ze naturally couldn't explain to the servants, and irritably asked her to leave, "Go and do your work! You don't need to tell me when he comes back."
"OK."
The servant respectfully withdrew and closed the door.
"Ah, damn it, damn it! I'm so angry, ahhhhhhhhh..."
Song Ze angrily punched the pillow on the sofa.
He wanted to kill that damn old man Cao Zhen, but his mother was indifferent. What was the point of his anxiety?
"What a fucking coward! He's just a live-in son-in-law. A younger and more obedient one wouldn't be any better than that old man."
Song Ze misunderstood that Song Jingwan did not deal with Cao Zhen because of her relationship with him, but he had no idea that Song Jingwan wanted Cao Zhen's life more than anyone else.
"Oh no, I can't be angry alone, I have to call Song En and let him get angry too."
Song Ze walked quickly to the bedside table, dialed a number, and called the company to find Song En.
Song En, who was sitting at his desk handling official business, glanced at the landline number and knew without hesitation that it was about Cao Zhen.
He pressed the hands-free button and continued to review documents with his head down.
As soon as the call was connected, Song Ze started yelling madly, "Ahhhhh, I'm telling you, that damn woman actually let that damn old man go like that. Her head is already green and she still endures it? I'm so angry that I want to open her head and see what's going on inside."
Song En listened with a calm expression. He closed the approved documents, took down a file and opened it before answering Song Ze, "She must have her own plans. She's not the kind of person who would swallow her anger."
"Bullshit, if she doesn't keep silent, then in the past twenty years, has she ever taken care of any of us, huh?"
Song Ze was annoyed and had a lot of opinions about Song Jingwan.
Song En pushed his glasses up, his eyes fixed on the documents in front of him. "Auntie Wang should know what happened. If you're worried, go ask her."
"Really? Why the hell don't I believe it!"
Song Ze questioned it, thinking that Song En was too busy to bother with him.
"If you don't believe me, call my brother and see if he gives me the same advice as me."
As soon as the word "big brother" came out, Song Ze had nothing to doubt. No matter who he was, he had to believe his big brother.
"Forget it, she herself is not anxious, why should I be anxious? It's not like my man is supporting a mistress."
"Just go about your business! Bring me some roasted chestnuts when you come back, that's all."
Song Ze hung up the phone after he finished speaking.
Song Ze was always so impetuous, and Song En was used to it, so he continued working calmly.
After hanging up the phone, Song Ze did not call Song Yan to confirm. He obviously believed what Song En said and thought that his mother might have some plan.
"No, I'm so fucking pissed. If I don't beat him up, I'll feel a lump in my chest. I'm so fucking pissed, no one can make me feel pissed."
Song Ze jumped up from the sofa, walked back while biting his fingers, thinking about how to beat that damn old man Cao Zhen to make himself feel better.
"Oh, I got it. Just say someone's looking for him, lure him out of the big iron gate, put him in a sack and give him a good beating."
Song Ze smiled sinisterly and immediately called the security booth at the big iron gate and explained everything in detail.
The people at the security booth didn't know what was happening with their third young master, but they still called Cao Zhen's room and said someone was looking for him, and that it was a woman.
When Cao Zhen heard this, he became extremely nervous, thinking that it was his lover who came to visit the Song family. He quickly hung up the phone and ran out of the big iron gate.
At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark and the street lights were not turned on yet.
Cao Zhen rushed out of the big iron gate, avoiding the security booth, and hurriedly walked along the dark side of the wall. He put his hand to his mouth and called in a low voice, "Xiang'er, Xiang'er, is that you, Xiang'er?"
"Xiang'er is fine. I'm alone. You can come out without worry."
Cao Zhen patiently shouted towards the rows of big trees in the dark, crouching down and moving closer step by step.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of leaves being pulled from the big tree next to the wall. When Cao Zhen looked up in confusion, a large sack was suddenly thrown on his head.
“Ahhhhhhhhh…”
Cao Zhen screamed in pain as countless wooden sticks hit him.
“Ahhh, who are you? Who are you? Stop hitting me, stop hitting me…”
Cao Zhen, who was kicked down, held his head and begged for mercy. His shrill voice drifted from the darkness to the security booth.
Naturally, the people in the security booth also heard it, but Song Ze had just instructed them not to meddle in other people's business no matter what they heard, so they didn't dare to go over and take a look.
Song Chi, who was returning home from the villa opposite with milk tea in his hand, blinked in confusion and looked up to ask Lu Yanchen who was following behind him, "Did you hear anyone screaming?"
Lu Yanchen glanced at the tree under the wall in the distance and saw a black shadow that looked like Song Ze kicking wildly at a person in a sack on the ground, swinging a one-meter-long wooden stick in his hand. It was obvious that the person being beaten was Cao Zhen.
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