“Brother Zhong, what did Mr. Xie say?”
Xie Jinghu’s assistant jogged over, his face full of ingratiating concern, like a timid daughter-in-law.
This kind of thing would never happen in the capital!
It was his fault for misjudging the situation. When Zhong Yong told him to break up the fight, he deliberately dawdled, hoping Mr. Xie could vent his anger. Who would have thought Mr. Xie would lose the fight?
If Mr. Xie had won, being taken to the police station wouldn’t have mattered much. But he lost!
They still didn’t know the extent of Mr. Xie’s injuries. What if something happened to such a delicate, vital area?
Mr. Xie must be so frustrated after losing the fight. At the police station, he hadn’t said a word, refusing to cooperate with the police in giving a statement. Well, what could Mr. Xie say? A proud man like him, admitting he went to beat up the guy who dared to pursue his wife, only to get beaten in return? Impossible. Mr. Xie would rather die than admit that!
Without cooperating for the statement, he’d stay detained unless Song Foxiang chose not to press charges. Those scenes in Hong Kong dramas where a lawyer swoops in and easily gets someone released? Pure nonsense in real life.
The assistant felt he’d likely be sacked once they returned to the capital. He pleaded with Zhong Yong, who was unmoved, “I’m not older than you, so don’t call me brother. This has to be handled by the book. If Mr. Xie won’t cooperate, you’ll just have to talk to Chief Editor Song.”
Mr. Xie had plenty of money, so just throw money at it. He was pretty decisive with those punches on Chief Editor Song, wasn’t he? If one punch was worth 100,000, a few hundred thousand tossed at Song’s face might make him back off. If 100,000 per punch wasn’t enough, just up the price.
The assistant was on the verge of tears. He was already facing dismissal back in the capital, but if he dared offer money to Song Foxiang, he’d be finished right here and now! Mr. Xie saw today’s events as a monumental humiliation. Beaten to the ground by Song Foxiang and then paying him off? Mr. Xie would never agree!
Zhong Yong shrugged, “You’re worrying so much, but there’s nothing I can do.”
The assistant whispered, “How about notifying Madam?”
Zhong Yong’s gaze sharpened instantly. “Notify who?”
“…Madam.”
This whole mess started because of Zou Weijun. They were still married. If Zou Weijun stepped in, Mr. Xie might have an out and cooperate.
The assistant also had a selfish motive: Mr. Xie and Madam’s relationship was so strained, and Mr. Xie Sr. forbade Mr. Xie from disturbing Madam’s recovery. If this incident could get Madam and Mr. Xie to meet, letting her see he still cared deeply, maybe their relationship could mend?
The assistant knew how much the Xie family valued Zou Weijun. That’s why, no matter how reckless Mr. Xie got, his overseas mistress could never become legitimate. So why not just stick with Madam and live well?
This assistant was genuinely looking out for Xie Jinghu. But the suggestion made Zhong Yong laugh in exasperation.
“Alright, that’s a brilliant idea. When Young Master Xie comes, you can tell him yourself, how about that?”
“…Young Master Xie is coming?”
To the police station?!
Mr. Xie probably didn’t want his son to see him in such a sorry state.
The assistant was dumbfounded.
Zhong Yong nodded emphatically, “Of course Young Master Xie is coming. Mr. Xie only has this one son. With Mr. Xie locked up at the police station, do you think it’s appropriate not to inform Young Master Xie?”
The assistant thought it was fine! But he didn’t get a say.
Zhong Yong’s phone buzzed with a message, and he grinned, “Young Master Xie really cares about Mr. Xie. He’s skipping evening study tonight and coming straight here.”
“…!”
Yes, such care! What kind of son dares to sneak two billion from his father to buy land? Young Master Xie dared.
The assistant hurriedly ran off to tell Mr. Xie. Between apologising to Song Foxiang or letting his son see him in disgrace, Mr. Xie had to make a choice.
…
Knowing Xie Jinghu was coming to Rongcheng, Wen Ying had been distracted all day. Thanks to Xie Qian holding her in check, she managed to stay focused in class, racing through her homework and completing the tasks Xie Qian set, all so she could see Xie Jinghu in person!
Heaven didn’t let Wen Ying down. Before evening study, Xie Qian left the classroom briefly and returned with two leave slips, “Come on, we’re skipping evening study.”
For a top student, getting leave was that easy.
Wen Ying stood up, eyes gleaming, whispering to confirm, “He’s here?”
Xie Qian nodded. He’d been here for a while. Zhong Yong told him the moment the plane landed that morning.
Not only that, Xie Qian also knew about Xie Jinghu’s fight with Song Foxiang. He hadn’t mentioned it, knowing Wen Ying would lose focus if she heard. But now that she’d finished her homework early, Xie Qian kept his promise to take her to see Xie Jinghu. Xie Jinghu was at the police station, and Xie Qian wasn’t worried at all. Though he was his father, Xie Qian thought he deserved it!
Xie Qian and Wen Ying left the classroom one after the other, unnoticed by their classmates. When evening study began, Li Mengjiao noticed their empty seats and imagined they’d skipped class for a date. Who knew Xie Qian was so secretly wild? Spending all day as deskmates wasn’t enough; they had to sneak off for a date! Looks like the whole Class 16 had been third-wheeling.
Wen Ying, following Xie Qian out of school, was oblivious to Li Mengjiao’s wild imagination. Her mind was consumed with meeting the living, breathing scumbag. No room for romantic thoughts. They spotted Song Chan at the school gate, but aside from the Shanghai competition, Wen Ying had no personal ties with her. Seeing Song Chan rush off, Wen Ying didn’t call out.
Xie Jinghu came to Rongcheng because of Song Chan’s father pursuing Zou Weijun… Song Chan was also skipping evening study. Had something big happened?
In the taxi with Xie Qian, Wen Ying couldn’t hold back, asking where they were going.
“The police station.”
“…?”
So dramatic? The scumbag had barely arrived in Rongcheng and already landed himself in the police station!
“What happened?”
Wen Ying’s curiosity was like a cat scratching at her.
Xie Qian didn’t spare Xie Jinghu’s dignity, his voice cold, “Right after getting off the plane, he went to confront Song Foxiang, beat him up, and Song Foxiang called the police.”
Song Foxiang and Xie Jinghu—one greasy, one a scumbag. Comparing the two, Wen Ying sided with Song Foxiang. Aside from his questionable methods in pursuing Zou Weijun, Song Foxiang hadn’t caused any real harm to her or Xie Qian, unlike Xie the Scumbag’s massive damage!
Hearing Xie Jinghu went to beat Song Foxiang, Wen Ying desperately hoped Song Foxiang had won. She couldn’t voice this secret wish in front of Xie Qian, holding it in painfully, but Xie Qian seemed to see right through her.
“Go ahead and laugh if you want. He didn’t win.”
Wen Ying not only laughed but burst out laughing.
Song Foxiang wasn’t exactly a local powerhouse, but his mindset seemed different from ordinary people. Would Xie Jinghu’s money work on him? Hopefully not. Song Foxiang had to resist the temptation of money!
