Take Me There, I Can Save Big Brother

Zhou Guomin spoke again. "Isn't taking such a little kid along just going to cause more trouble?"

Su Minghui left him no room to refuse. "Stop wasting time. Let's go."

Su Minghui's attitude was firm. Zhou Guomin still had to maintain his devoted-husband image, so he could only shut up.

The group rushed to the hospital. From afar, they saw a middle-aged couple making a scene outside the emergency room. Passing patients had all been drawn over, standing at a distance to listen to the gossip.

"You killed someone and still dared to hit people! You have to give me an explanation today!" the man roared. The staff sent by the school tried their best to calm him down, while Su Yinan sat listlessly on the bench outside the emergency room, his head lowered as if lost in thought.

Su Minghui quickened her pace and came before Su Yinan. "Nannan, Mom's here."

Su Yinan looked up blankly, and his eyes instantly reddened. He reached out and grabbed Su Minghui's hand like he was clutching a lifeline. "Mom, I didn't push her. It wasn't me..."

Su Minghui had always believed that Su Yinan would never do such a thing, not only because of Su Leyun's inner thoughts, but also because she knew her son was kind by nature.

Seeing him like this only made her more certain that there had been some misunderstanding.

The teacher noticed them as well and breathed a sigh of relief. "Yinan's mother, you're finally here!"

If they had come any later, she really would not have been able to hold those two back!

Su Minghui inclined her head. "Sorry for troubling you, Teacher. What exactly happened?"

The teacher looked equally troubled. "This is what happened—"

The girl who had been pushed downstairs was named Wen Jing. She was Su Yinan's classmate, and according to the other students, the two normally had very little interaction.

Su Yinan's boarding school had an hour of free time after classes ended in the afternoon, followed by evening self-study. Most students used that hour to eat dinner.

Wen Jing had done the same.

But for some reason, Wen Jing had appeared on the rooftop today.

When the preparatory bell rang, the students all rushed toward their classrooms. It was then that Wen Jing fell from the rooftop. Everyone instinctively looked up and saw only Su Yinan's panicked face.

Recalling the scene, the teacher's face showed pity. "Wen Jing is still being resuscitated. There are no cameras installed on the rooftop, and Yinan refused to speak with me. No matter what I asked, he wouldn't say anything. Perhaps you can have a proper talk with him."

"And over there," the teacher said, discreetly pointing at the middle-aged couple throwing a tantrum nearby. "They're Wen Jing's parents. They're very emotional right now. Perhaps you need to discuss things with them as well."

The teacher did not need to explain much. The middle-aged couple had already noticed Su Minghui and Zhou Guomin. The thin, gaunt man charged over and grabbed Zhou Guomin by the collar. "Your son is the one who killed my daughter, isn't he?"

He shoved his swollen, reddened cheek forward. "And this! Your son hit me just now! He's completely out of control!"

"She's not dead yet, is she?" Zhou Guomin shoved the man away in disgust and straightened his collar. "She's still being treated inside. Keep your hands to yourself!"

Hahaha, trash dad finally said something right.

Zhou Guomin had been a leader for over a decade and was good at putting on airs. Faced with him, the man was no longer quite as agitated. "So many people saw your son push my daughter. That's a fact, isn't it? You have to take responsibility!"

The woman was slightly plump and looked honest enough, but her eyes were swollen from crying. "That's right, you have to take responsibility! She was the daughter I cherished in the palm of my hand! Your son pushed her down from such a high place. How are we supposed to go on living?"

Su Minghui nodded. "We're also deeply saddened by what happened to Wen Jing, which is why we need to find out the truth even more. I just spoke with the teacher. Everyone only saw my son on the rooftop; no one actually saw him push Wen Jing, did they?"

She looked at Su Yinan, hoping to hear something from him. "Yinan, what exactly happened on the rooftop? Tell Mom, okay? Only then can Mom help you."

Su Yinan still kept his head lowered, saying nothing.

"Yinan!" Su Minghui was getting anxious too.

Even if she knew he had not done it, that was useless if she was the only one who knew. She needed evidence to prove his innocence to everyone.

More and more people gathered around to watch, and Zhou Guomin finally slipped into character.

He stepped forward and grasped Wen Jing's father's hand, his expression grave and hypocritical. "They say that if a child is not properly taught, the father is to blame. For Su Yinan to become like this today, I, as his father, must bear the primary responsibility. Here, I offer you my sincere apology on Su Yinan's behalf!"

There were many people coming and going in the hospital, and some had even taken out their phones to record. If the video was exposed, it would only be a matter of time before their identities became known.

He did not care what would happen to Su Yinan. The problem was that, in the public eye, Su Yinan was Zhou Guomin's son—the eldest grandson of the Su Household! If some of the things he had done were exposed, they would definitely affect Su Corporation's stock price!

Before long, Su Corporation would be his. He would never allow something like this to affect his interests!

The mother and her two sons all turned to look at Zhou Guomin. Su Yinan looked especially hurt. Although his father rarely cared about him, he had never expected that his father saw him as such a disgraceful person.

Su Minghui directly reached out and tugged at his sleeve, signaling for him to shut up.

How was this an apology? He was practically admitting that Su Yinan had done it!

Wen Jing's father had clearly realized this as well. "What use is an apology? You need to compensate us!"

Ignoring Su Minghui's attempts to stop him, Zhou Guomin continued, "Don't worry. Our Household will take responsibility for this matter to the end. We'll definitely give your Household an explanation!"

The moment he said that, Wen Jing's parents and the surrounding spectators all practically believed that Su Yinan was the culprit who had pushed Wen Jing downstairs. They immediately began to chatter among themselves.

"His father said they'd take responsibility!"

"Then that boy must have pushed her down, right? Otherwise, why would they take responsibility? A human life is no joke!"

"Kids these days are too terrifying! How could he be so vicious toward his own classmate?"

Hearing the crowd grow more and more outrageous, Su Minghui could only look at Su Yinan again. "Yinan, what exactly happened?"

Su Yinan finally spoke. "If you have any questions, wait until Wen Jing wakes up and ask her yourselves."

Wen Jing's mother had already felt that Su Minghui was shirking responsibility. Su Yinan's words only added fuel to the fire. His indifferent attitude completely enraged her, and she gritted her teeth. "There were only the two of them on the rooftop. If he didn't push her, then who did? Are you saying my daughter jumped down herself?"