Song Zhizhi left the stern office.
Luo Xiaolang was waiting for her at the door.
Seeing her erge, he quickly followed behind her.
Song Zhizhi paused her steps.
Luo Xiaolang looked at her.
Song Zhizhi seed to be thinking about sothing and then strode forward.
Luo Xiaolang was a bit baffled, he didn’t know what had happened or why Song Shan had fallen ill suddenly. The onset of this illness seed to have been anticipated by Song Zhizhi.
Anyway, he didn’t understand anything.
The master of the Martial Art World said that city people were complex. After following Song Zhizhi for so long, indeed, he deeply felt that the people here were more complicated than those in Martial Art World.
Song Zhizhi walked towards the ICU.
Nie Wenzhi, seemingly drained, was leaning on Song Zhidao’s shoulders, her eyes half-closed.
As Song Zhizhi appeared, Song Zhidao called her, "Sister, you and auntie should go ho and rest for a while. You haven’t slept since last night and can’t burden your body anymore. Especially auntie, she’s aged and cried all night. I’m afraid if sothing happens to dad, she won’t be able to bear it."
Song Zhizhi wanted to tell Song Zhidao that if sothing happened to their father, the last one to break down would be Nie Wenzhi.
But at that mont, she nodded.
Indeed, having not slept all night, she could push on, but this incident would be a prolonged battle, and she needed to conserve her strength.
Song Zhidao nodded when he saw Song Zhizhi.
He softly called on Nie Wenzhi, "Auntie, you should go and rest."
Nie Wenzhi wearily opened her eyes and asked alard, "Is Song Shan awake yet?"
"No, auntie." Song Zhidao replied, "I’ll stay with dad here. You should go ho and rest for a while with my sister, and then co back later."
"No, I won’t leave, not for a second." Nie Wenzhi was adamant.
"Auntie, if you collapse now, who will take care of my dad when he wakes up? If you rest now, you can co back later to relieve . Soone needs to stay with dad."
Nie Wenzhi was in a quandary.
Song Zhizhi spoke up, "Listen to Zhidao. We need to rest so we can relieve him later."
Nie Wenzhi finally nodded, "In that case, I’ll go rest for an hour or two."
Song Zhidao nodded.
Nie Wenzhi stood up from the chair. As she did, she stumbled backward, appearing remarkably weak.
"Auntie." Song Zhidao quickly held her.
"I’m fine, I’m fine." Nie Wenzhi said, "Never imagined that age really has caught up with ."
Song Zhidao offered, "Let accompany you to the car."
Nie Wenzhi nodded, "Thank you."
Song Zhidao, without saying much, helped Nie Wenzhi walk ahead.
Song Zhizhi cast a glance at Song Shan in the hospital room, then hurried along with Luo Xiaolang.
The group took the elevator to the underground parking lot.
Just as they ca out of the elevator.
A swarm of dia reporters, seemingly having waited a long while, surged forward.
Luo Xiaolang, quick-eyed and nimble-handed, imdiately blocked their path to protect the others from being struck.
A reporter quickly asked, "May we ask, is Chief Song sick indeed? We heard it’s a cerebral hemorrhage, is it severe? How is his condition now?"
Song Zhizhi’s eyes tightened.
Then she glanced at Nie Wenzhi leaning on Song Zhidao.
Who notified the reporters?!
The hospital couldn’t have leaked the news. Song Shan was a VVVIP patient, they wouldn’t dare report casually.
Therefore, it must have been Nie Wenzhi.
Nie Wenzhi didn’t even have her phone with her?
Who could it be?!
Song Zhizhi bit her lip.
Yi Wenhan.
Nie Wenzhi might have first inford Yi Wenhan about Song Shan’s illness, taught him how to handle it, then let the servants and others know about it.
Nie Wenzhi’s actions were indeed more thorough than she initially thought.
This woman, how did she train herself, or was she... trained.
She calmly faced the reporters.
"How is Chief Song’s condition exactly?" The reporters seed even more anxious than her.
Song Zhizhi asked Luo Xiaolang to take a step back and placed herself in front.
She said, "My father did suffer from a sudden cerebral hemorrhage last night. Ergency rescue was carried out, and he’s still unconscious. The doctor said we need to observe for 24 hours to determine the final result. Thank you for your concern."
"Is it that severe?" A reporter asked, "We heard Chief Song has always been in good health. How did this suddenly happen?"
Song Zhizhi didn’t answer.
A reporter quickly said, "Because of last night’s banquet. Song Chief left quite late from the Comrcial Managent banquet.
Song Zhizhi pursed her lips.
Then Nie Wenzhi suddenly spoke, "We’re all very upset about Song Shan’s sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Can you just let our Song family alone at this mont and not ask these questions?"
Her words seed to bring so relief to Song Zhizhi, but they also instigated further misunderstandings.
The reporters eagerly asked, "Madam, are you suggesting that sothing went wrong at the banquet?"
Nie Wenzhi seed extrely weak, as if speaking another word could cause her to faint.
"We heard that the Comrcial Managent banquet was hosted for Miss Song. Is Chief Song’s condition a result of excessive socializing for his daughter?" A reporter loudly asked.
Song Zhizhi wasn’t sure whether this reporter was planted, or simply making their own guesses.
Anyway, everyone will be convinced that her father’s sudden illness is related to her.
If anything happens to her father, she will be held responsible for all of it.
Nie Wenzhi is indeed powerful.
She always knows when to crush soone completely.
Even though Yi Wenhan and Nie Xiaofei both were trained by Nie Wenzhi, they are nowhere near as effective as Nie Wenzhi!
"Enough." Song Zhidao seed a bit furious, "Are all you reporters heartless? If your family had problems, could you also tirelessly investigate it with such indifference?!! Can’t you see that my aunt is very tired and upset? Do you really want her to faint to be satisfied!"
The reporters were taken aback by Song Zhidao’s sudden rebuke.
Song Zhidao doesn’t want to talk much anymore, helps Nie Wenzhi get up, and leaves through the crowd of reporters.
The reporters attempt to follow.
Luo Xiaolang quickly steps in to block them.
Everyone finally gets back into the sedan, which belongs to her father, and was asked to wait there earlier.
The driver starts the car and slowly leaves.
After quite a while, they finally lose the pursuing reporters, the driver drops Song Zhidao off at the hospital entrance before taking Nie Wenzhi and Song Zhizhi ho.
Nie Wenzhi is leaning against the back of the car seat, looking out the window emotionlessly, her face very pale.
Song Zhizhi doesn’t want to speak either.
Right now she badly wants to tear off Nie Wenzhi’s false mask.
The car arrives at Song Family’s courtyard.
Song Zhizhi and Nie Wenzhi walk into the courtyard.
Nie Wenzhi says, "Zhizhi, you should also take a good rest and don’t exhaust yourself."
Song Zhizhi’s lips twitch with a tiny smile, "The sa goes for you, Aunt."
Then she leaves with Luo Xiaolang.
Nie Wenzhi watches Song Zhizhi’s retreating figure, and the corners of her mouth curve into an eerily malicious smile.
At last.
It’s finally coming to an end.
She returns to her room, closes the door, and locks it.
The woman who seed weak enough to faint while walking, suddenly appeared vigorous. She quickly picks up her mobile phone and dials Yi Wenhan.
The call is answered from the other end, "Mom. How are things on your end?"
"As planned."
"Really?"
"But don’t get too excited, the doctor said we need to observe for 24 hours before making a final decision." Nie Wenzhi explained.
"Observation? Isn’t that just an excuse? No matter how tough Song Shan is, it’s very unlikely that he’ll revive from your grand sche!" Yi Wenhan seed unconvinced.
Nie Wenzhi nods, she also knew this was likely the case.
But she didn’t want to get too excited about a situation that was not finalized yet.
Her expression turned serious, "Liu Zizhong has disappeared out of the blue, I haven’t received any ssages from him in two days. Sothing’s off."
"What do you an, Mom?" Yi Wenhan was puzzled.
"At this ti, I can’t spare much ti for many things. Now, rember this number." Nie Wenzhi said, and then recites a series of digits, reminding him, "Don’t write it down anywhere, just morize it."
After thinking for a while, Yi Wenhan said, "Got it."
"Good." Nie Wenzhi said, "Now, send him a ssage saying that Liu Zizhong has disappeared suddenly, perhaps soone has discovered sothing. Currently, Song Shan’s condition is very bad."
"And then?" Yi Wenhan asked after quickly noting it down.
"He knows what to do with the rest, you only need to send the ssage I told you."
"Oh." Yi Wenhan nodded.
"After you handle this, don’t worry about anything else. Wait for to arrange the follow-ups." Nie Wenzhi instructed.
At this mont, even though everything seems to be set in stone, one must not be careless.
The more critical it is, the more careful one should be.
"Understood."
Nie Wenzhi emphasizes a few more points before hanging up the call.
She deleted the call record, feeling truly ntally exhausted at that mont.
To show her "affection" for Song Shan, she had gone to great lengths.
She smiles cruelly.
Just endure it for two more days, then it will be over!
...
Song Zhizhi also returns to her room at this mont.
The tense emotions of the whole night, when finally cald down, make her feel both ntally and physically exhausted.
She takes a quick shower and lies in bed, unable to fall asleep imdiately.
The first step is now completed.
At least Nie Wenzhi is completely convinced that Song Shan is really sick, and that his condition is very serious, she has tasted the sweet fruits of her plan.
Next.
Next is to walk into the trap.
She turns over, forcing herself to go to sleep.
There are many more things that need to be done and she must maintain her best state to handle them.
She must maintain her best state to watch Nie Wenzhi tumble to her demise.
As for the current escalating news.
She doesn’t have ti to worry about it anymore.
...
Xin Family Villa.
When he opened his mobile phone, a breaking news notification popped up imdiately.
[The CEO of Comrcial Managent Song Shan suffered a sudden cerebral infarction, the condition is grave!]
The headline alone was enough to grab the attention of many people.
[At about 2 am this morning, Song Shan, the CEO, suffered a sudden cerebral infarction and was imdiately rushed to the hospital. Despite intensive dical intervention, he remains in a coma with no sign of improvent. He is currently under constant monitoring in the ICU of the First Hospital. It is rumoured that the CEO’s sudden illness was triggered by last night’s Comrcial Managent banquet. To entertain for his daughter, Song Zhizhi, Song Shan skimped on his usual sleep ti and overdrank. When interviewed, the mbers of the Song family did not want to comnt much, but Mrs Song was visibly distressed, and the other family mbers were also visibly saddened. The editor and all the staff of WebCloud sincerely hope that the CEO can pull through this crisis. Otherwise, we’re not sure if Miss Song will live her whole life in guilt."]
There were also a few pictures of the Song family included in the news.
Nie Wenzhi looked terrible, she was pale and weak, leaning against Song Zhidao, who looked solemn. Song Zhizhi stood slightly behind, looking rather depressed.
The man reading the news pursed his lips slightly, his eyes flickering.
The person in bed seed to stir a bit.
Today was Saturday, a day off, so there was no alarm clock to wake her up.
Xin Zaozao turned over in bed.
She opened her eyes to find everything in sight sowhat both familiar and unfamiliar.
In a rather foggy state of mind, her eyes suddenly narrowed.
She sat up abruptly from the bed.
Her body, which hadn’t fully awakened, snap back into reality in just a mont.
"Mu Cidian, what are you doing here?" Xin Zaozao clutched her covers.
She glared at him fiercely.
Mu Cidian looked indifferent and aloof.
He spoke coldly, "This is my room."
Xin Zaozao was stunned.
"This is my room." Mu Cidian repeated.
Xin Zaozao looked around the room in surprise.
Indeed, this was not her room.
She rembered going back to her room last night.
She had no clue how she had ended up in Mu Cidian’s room, let alone how she had woken up in his bed.
To think of this bed, and on this bed, Mu Cidian and Wu Qianyuan had made love countless tis, she felt suffocated, her stomach churning as if she was going to vomit.
She held back her retching and got off the bed.
Mu Cidian just sat there watching her.
Xin Zaozao looked down at her disheveled clothes.
She asked, "Did sothing happen last night?"
She stared straight into Mu Cidian’s eyes, her own filled with hatred.
Mu Cidian turned away from her.
He just kept staring out the window.
He knew how Xin Zaozao would react after she woke up, like a porcupine, bristling with spikes, poking him with every movent.
The gentle, obedient, woman who fell asleep in his arms last night would be gone, completely replaced by her usual abrasive self.
He replied, "No."
Xin Zaozao gently blinked.
Mu Cidian continued, "I’m not interested in you."
Xin Zaozao sneered.
Just because he wasn’t interested doesn’t an he could resist being seduced by her.
Aren’t all n just creatures that think with their lower half?
Does having feelings even matter?
She responded, "I hope so."
Xin Zaozao didn’t want to dig deeper into it.
Whether sothing happened or not, what did it matter to her?
She had been mistreated by Mu Cidian for so long already, it wouldn’t have made a difference one way or another.
She turned to leave.
"So trouble has arisen with the Song family," Mu Cidian suddenly said.
Xin Zaozao was taken aback.
"Song Shan suffered a brain infarction and his condition is critical. If sothing happens to him, regardless of how capable Song Zhizhi is, it will be very difficult for her to continue her career in Comrcial Managent..."
Xin Zaozao already has her hand on the door as if she didn’t want to listen to Mu Cidian’s banter.
For her, it didn’t matter whether Song Zhizhi could continue her career in Comrcial Managent. Even if Song Zhizhi would face severe disadvantages without her position, what she cared about most was how Song Zhizhi was feeling. She could completely understand the pain of having a parent suddenly fall ill.
Even felling upset about her own cold and distant father, she couldn’t imagine how painful it must be for Song Zhizhi who enjoyed such a great relationship with her father.
She wanted to quickly go to her room, get changed, and go see Song Zhizhi.
Just as she stepped out of the door.
"Smack!" Xin Zaozao was greeted with a hard slap to the face.
Xin Zaozao bit her lip.
She looked straight at the person in front of her, Wan Quan.
When Mu Cidian heard the slap, he quickly turned around.
He looked at Xin Zaozao and his mother, both in a confrontational standoff.
"Xin Zaozao, you shaless woman, you bitch! You’ve crawled back into my son’s bed, how can you be so shaless, why don’t you go die!" The malicious voice of Wan Quan echoed in Xin Zaozao’s ears.
Is she shaless?
She’s a bitch.
"And what good are you?" Xin Zaozao retorted, "For the sake of acquiring our Xin Family’s fortune, didn’t you also climb into my father’s bed and compromise under him? Even though my father is your enemy, you could stoop so low!"
"Xin Zaozao, dare you curse at ... you illegitimate bitch, I’ll kill you!" As she spoke, Wan Quan raised her hand to hit Xin Zaozao.
Xin Zaozao wouldn’t be so foolish as to let her hit ti and ti again.
She violently seized Wan Quan’s arm, the force was so strong that her nails were embedded into Wan Quan’s flesh. The imnse force was uncontrollable, as if venting her pent-up frustration.
"Ahh! Let go, Xin Zaozao, let go!" Wan Quan scread in pain.
His other hand furiously grabbed Xin Zaozao’s hair.
Xin Zaozao felt as if her scalp was about to be torn off by Wan Quan.
She retaliated by grabbing Wan Quan’s hair, and two of them started fighting.
Mu Cidian just stood in their proximity, watching the madness unfold between them.
No one wanted to let the other go, Wan Quan continued hitting and cursing, "You uneducated wild thing, you bitch, let go, let go!"
Xin Zaozao endured the pain.
She held onto Wan Quan tightly, scratching her wildly.
"Mu Cidian, co here and beat Xin Zaozao to death for , quick! Ahhh!!!" Wan Quan shrieked.
Unable to defend against Xin Zaozao’s crazed attack, she had helplessly called for her son.
Yet, he stood aside, unmoved.
Mu Cidian eventually went over and forcefully separated Xin Zaozao from his mother.
No matter how strong Xin Zaozao’s struggle was, she couldn’t resist Mu Cidian.
She only felt an imnse pain in her desperately gripping fingers, as if they were about to break.
In this mont, her hand was so numb from the pain that she couldn’t feel her fingers.
After Xin Zaozao was forcibly pushed away - Wan Quan let go of her hair, but at the sa mont - her long nails violently scratched Xin Zaozao’s face.
Xin Zaozao’s hands were restrained by Mu Cidian’s.
Her face bore a violently scraped raw wound.
Blood beads erged instantly, looking grueso.
Even Mu Cidian seed shocked at that mont.
Just as Wan Quan was about to pounce again, Mu Cidian suddenly held back his mother, speaking loudly, "Enough, do you want to be charged with intentional injury again?"
Wan Quan was still livid.
She said fiercely, "Mu Cidian, you’re siding with Xin Zaozao, you’re siding with this bitch!"
Mu Cidian grabbed his mother’s hand, and they left the room.
Xin Zaozao felt a burning pain on her face.
She coldly stared at Mu Cidian and his mother’s retreating figures.
She suddenly laughed.
A bitter and twisted laughter.
For everything she was put through now, she would repay them with double the pain!
No, she would return tenfold!
She turned around, her eyes frantic as she quickly located her phone on top of Mu Cidian’s bed.
Yes.
She was going to call the police.
This ti, she was absolutely going to call the police.
She was going to get Wan Quan locked up!
Just as she picked up the phone, about to dial.
The phone was suddenly snatched away.
Xin Zaozao looked at him.
She watched as Mu Cidian abruptly hung up her call, turned it off, and placed it in the pocket of his pajamas.
Xin Zaozao lunged forward to snatch it back.
Mu Cidian seized her, and the next second, he left the room with her, practically dragging her downstairs.
Xin Zaozao was resisting frantically, but Mu Cidian was unmoved.
What Xin Zaozao could see was Mu Cidian’s cold profile, so cold that it made her want to kill him.
No one amongst the dostic help at ho dared to speak, and no one dared to step forward to help her.
No matter how helpless she seed, no one lent a helping hand.
Mu Cidian dragged Xin Zaozao straight to his car.
Both of them sat in the back seat.
Mu Cidian was still restraining her.
One hand was enough to hold her two wrists securely, she unable to move.
With the other hand, Mu Cidian made a call, "Uncle Zhang, co and help drive."
Then he threw the phone aside, used both his hands to grab Xin Zaozao tightly "Enough, stop fighting!"
Xin Zaozao’s wrists were red and due to continuous struggle and friction, they started to swell!
"Don’t you know that you can’t escape!" With veins bulging in anger, Mu Cidian’s malevolent face was absolutely freezing.
Xin Zaozao hated him.
She truly, absolutely hated him!
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