Chapter 128: One hundred and twenty-eight, recording Chapter 128: One hundred and twenty-eight, recording Yang Xin’er’s face was ashen as she threw her cell phone onto the table, “Two good-for-nothings! They can’t even handle a child.” It infuriated her!
But she knew getting angry now was pointless; if Song Yan Ning hadn’t returned to Yang City, she could have sent soone to deal with her, but Song Yan Ning had already returned to Yang City, and she had no way to start.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Xin’er picked up the phone and dialed out, “Hello! May I speak to Brother Qian?” The people she sent to deal with Song Yan Ning were Brother Qian’s n, and she wanted to ask about the situation of those two n; she absolutely couldn’t let this matter leak out, otherwise, even if the Song family could protect her, her reputation would be ruined.
“He’s here, hold on a mont.” The person on the other end turned to Brother Qian, who was playing a drinking ga, and handed him the phone, “Brother Qian, so chick is looking for you.”
Brother Qian chuckled and took the phone, “Who’s looking for ?”
“Brother Qian, it’s Yang Xin’er. I wanted to ask if the two n you sent have contacted you?” Yang Xin’er started. She had t Brother Qian during her student days, and they had a fling back then, but she had cut ties with him after marrying Yifeng.
That day, as she was rummaging through her things, she stumbled upon a photo from her student days and suddenly rembered Brother Qian. She tried calling him and discovered that, though many years had passed, his number hadn’t changed.
After talking for a long while, she learned that he now had so clout in Beijing, involved in shady businesses, so she thought to have Brother Qian deal with Song Yan Ning. To avoid owing Brother Qian any favors, besides giving him five hundred thousand, she also promised to pay each of the two n who went to kidnap Song Yan Ning one hundred thousand each.
“Don’t you have their phone numbers?” Brother Qian picked up a beer from the table and gulped it down. He might have liked Yang Xin’er once, but now he had money and power, what kind of woman couldn’t he have? Why would he care about a woman who had been married and had a child? If it wasn’t for the fact she was now Mrs. Song, he wouldn’t bother with her at all.
“Their phones are unreachable.” Thinking of what Song Yan Ning had said before, Yang Xin’er felt increasingly anxious, sensing that sothing was about to happen.
“Alright, I got it. If there’s news from them, I’ll inform you. That’s all.” Brother Qian finished speaking and hung up the phone.
“Brother Qian, who was that?” A glamorously dressed woman sat beside Brother Qian, filled his cup with wine, and clinked her glass against his.
“A vicious woman, let’s not talk about her, let’s continue our ga.” Brother Qian downed the drink in his glass. He might have held so nostalgia for Yang Xin’er before, but after knowing she wanted her own daughter kidnapped, his feelings turned to revulsion and disgust. There’s a saying, even tigers don’t eat their young; Yang Xin’er was worse than a beast.
anwhile, two n walked into the police station. They didn’t want to set foot in the station, but they had no choice.
After getting off the train, a voice in their heads told them to co here, they tried to resist, but the mont they did, their heads began to ache and the pain intensified, as if their skulls were about to explode. They couldn’t bear the pain and had to co here.
“We’re here to turn ourselves in,” one of the n said.
Yang Qingqing looked at the two n in surprise, picked up a pen and paper to note down their statent, “What did you do?”
“We were instructed by Mrs. Song of the Song family, Yang Xin’er, to kidnap Song Yan Ning and then take her to a remote area to sell. Mrs. Song promised to give us one hundred thousand yuan each after the job was done.”
“Who is Song Yan Ning?” Yang Qingqing asked as she noted down the details.
“She’s Mrs. Song’s daughter, seven years old this year. This is her picture.” The man said, pulling out a photo of Song Yan Ning from his pocket.
“What? She asked you to kidnap her own daughter and sell her? How can soone like her be a mother?” Yang Qingqing couldn’t believe what she was hearing from the two n. She’d never heard of such a thing, let alone such a mother; it was monstrous, absolutely abhorrent.
“Qingqing, what’s wrong?” Zhang Jue ca out of his office, seeing Yang Qingqing’s face red with anger and curiously inquired. He had never seen Yang Qingqing so angry before.
Yang Qingqing summarized the situation, “How can there be such a mother in this world?”
Zhang Jue also frowned, but he felt this case was very unusual. He looked at the two n, “Why did you decide to confess? What happened to the child?”
“We had a change of heart and didn’t hurt Song Yan Ning.” If it weren’t for the unbearable headaches, they wouldn’t have stupidly co here; they were not exactly clean.
Zhang Jue scrutinized the two n for a long while, then instructed, “Tell everything that happened in detail.” He was familiar with the Song family, one of the Four Great Families of Beijing; he had to handle this matter with caution.
“Captain Zhang, I just heard a recording online.” Lin Rong ca running out in a hurry.
“What recording?” Zhang Jue asked, looking perplexed at Lin Rong.
Lin Rong took out his phone, opened a webpage, and handed it to Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue saw an audio link, reached out, and played it.
A woman’s voice ca through imdiately, “How did it go?”
“What do you an?”
“The thing about taking away the little girl.”
“Song Yan Ning?”
“How is she now?”
“We’re on the train, about to make a move, don’t forget to send us the one hundred thousand you promised…”
Zhang Jue looked at the two n, “Whose voice is this?”
“It’s my voice.” One of them said, also perplexed, as he had never made such a call.
“And the woman talking, who is she?” Zhang Jue probed.
“She’s Mrs. Song of the Song family, Yang Xin’er, the one who instructed us.”
Zhang Jue nodded and turned to Lin Rong, “Put them in a cell for now.” Sothing about this case felt off to him.
Yang Xin’er stood by the window, looking down at Song Yanxue, who was about to be taken away. Tears began to flow uncontrollably, “Xiao Xue, I’m sorry, I can’t keep you safe. Mommy will co to see you.” She wanted to accompany Xiao Xue, but the patriarch had ordered her not to, or she would be sent away too.
Just then, the phone on the table rang.
Yang Xin’er wiped her tears, gave the departing Song Yanxue a lingering glance, turned, and picked up the phone. Seeing an unknown number, she pressed the hang-up button.
But just after she hung up, the phone rang again.
Yang Xin’er looked at the phone irritably, saw it was Jiang Fei calling, and pressed the answer button.
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