Chen Ruyin opened his mouth, but all the words that came to his mouth were stuck in his throat.
Jiang Muyan and Song Yutang exchanged glances quickly.
The corners of their mouths were slightly raised at the same time, and then lowered at the same time.
Jiang Muyan coughed slightly and lowered his voice and said, "Old man, all those people with evil intentions tonight have been brought to Lan Residence. After examining the things, I will send you a piece of evidence. I don't like being slandered, and I don't want Commander Gu to think that Gu Family's children are hooking up with other people's wives outside."
Jiang Dingkun waved his hands repeatedly. "Young Master Gu, you are worrying too much, of course I can trust you. The women and juniors in the family are not sensible, I will also discipline them well, and I will never let them bump into you again in the future."
Jiang Muyan just smiled, "The old man is so clear-sighted that he can be deceived into messing around with them. I'm afraid there is still some misunderstanding. I'd better send you the evidence to make it clear, so as not to be bad for both of us."
After saying that, he waved to Zhao Chuan and walked away with a group of people.
The moment the elevator door closed, Jiang Sinian dared to spit out a mouthful of bloody spit. "Bah, isn't it just relying on Commander Gu's prestige?"
Song Yutang glanced at him and said in a neutral tone, "It's not just that. Except Commander Gu, his brothers are all engaged in politics in the capital. Especially Gu Family's eldest son and Commander Gu's eldest grandson are all well-matched. A few guards. Last time I went to Lan Residence to discuss business with Young Master Gu, I happened to make a video call from Eldest Young Master Gu to scold him and tell him to stop messing around outside. If the young master knew what happened tonight, he would probably have some opinions."
Jiang Dingkun's expression became even more ugly. He raised his hand and slapped Jiang Sinian hard in the mouth. "Shut up."
Jiang Sinian covered his face and didn't dare to say anything anymore.
Jiang Dingkun struck the crutch on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Go home."
Song Yutang and Li Xiulan looked at each other and followed them as if nothing had happened.
Dong Ying quickly stepped forward, put his coat on Song Yutang, and said without changing his expression, "President Song, it's windy outside, you are injured, be careful to catch a cold."
As he spoke, he also helped arrange his clothes, just enough to cover the red marks on Song Yutang's neck.
Song Yutang instantly understood what she meant and smiled meaningfully, "Thank you for your hard work, your bonus will be doubled this month."
She didn't call Dong Ying at all.
But Dong Ying came by himself.
Actively participated in helping solve the problem, angrily criticized Jiang Dingkun, and slapped Wu Caixia.
I found some ambiguous traces on her body and immediately covered them up quietly.
After this set of combos, everything is clean and neat.
Show loyalty, show your abilities, draw clear boundaries, and no one will be left behind.
From now on, maybe you can leave some less important private matters to her to handle.
I hope that one day, I can cultivate a confidant like Zhao Chuan...
However, how Dong Ying appeared on the scene is worthy of scrutiny.
So on the way back, Song Yutang took out his mobile phone openly and sent a message to Jiang Muyan: [Brother Yan, how did Assistant Dong know that something happened to me in the hotel? Did you ask her to come?]
Jiang Muyan replied instantly: [Well, I called her on the way to find you. I thought that Zhao Chuan and I are both men after all. If anything happens, it would be more convenient for a woman to be present.]
Song Yutang asked again: [Did you get home safely? No accident happened, right?]
Jiang Muyan directly sent a picture: [We arrived home safely, and I also deleted the surveillance along the way.]
Song Yutang clicked on the picture and his pupils shrank suddenly.
It turned out to be a bathtub.
The tank of water has been filled halfway, with rose petals floating on the water, and incense placed on the shelf next to it.
Before she could realize what this meant, Jiang Muyan sent another message: [Put the bath water away and wait for you.]
Song Yutang couldn't help but think of everything that just happened in the hotel--
His hot body temperature, his low voice, his kiss on her shoulder...
His face instantly turned red, from his neck to his ears, and even the phone in his hand became hot to the touch.
Li Xiulan, who was sitting next to her, was startled when she saw this. He hurriedly came over and reached out to touch her forehead. "What's wrong with Yutang? Why is your face so red? Could it be that you have a fever?"
Jiang Guoqiang was also very nervous. "Is the wound infected? I said, you still have to go to the hospital if you are injured. Old Zhang, turn around and go to the hospital..."
"No, no, no." Song Yutang quickly turned off the phone, stuffed it into his bag, and tried to make his voice sound normal, "I'm fine, it's just a little stuffy in the car."
Li Xiulan was worried and touched her face again. "Where are you feeling stuffy? The air conditioner is on. No, it's better to go to the hospital. You still have such a deep wound on your leg. What if you get tetanus?"
Song Yutang waved his hands repeatedly. "No need really, it's just a skin injury..."
She scratched herself in order to stimulate her nerves with pain to stay awake.
Although there was some blood, it was all skin trauma.
And it's scratched with clean glass, so you don't have to worry about tetanus.
The old couple tried their best to persuade Song Yutang to no avail, so they had no choice but to let the driver drive back to the manor.
As soon as the group of people entered the living room, Jiang Qingyu, who had already received the news, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said with a cry in his voice, "Dad, it's all my fault. I didn't take care of my wife and children. I deserve to die... Please look at the relationship between father and son for more than fifty years and forgive them this time..."
Chen Ruyin also cried and rushed forward, tears falling down. "Brother Kun, Qingyu, although he is not your biological child, you have raised him for more than fifty years... He is not your biological child, but he is better than your biological child... It's all my fault for being confused. If you want to blame, just blame me... Everything is wrong."
If you are angry, you can beat me, scold me, or kill me. If you don't want to see me, I can move out immediately, go abroad, and hide in a monastery. I will not be in your eyes for the rest of my life. But you must not let me affect the relationship between your father and son for more than fifty years..."
Jiang Dingkun did not immediately feel pity for the mother and son as usual.
Instead, he slowly lowered his head and stared directly at Chen Ruyin with a pair of cloudy eyes. "Chen Ruyin, it's almost sixty years. You've been using this trick of retreating for almost sixty years, aren't you tired of it?"
Chen Ruyin's cry was stuck in his throat, tears were still hanging on his face, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Song Yutang added without saltiness, "The play can go on and on because there are people who support it."
Li Xiulan pulled Jiang Guoqiang's sleeves and lowered his voice and said, "Yes, yes, that Old Man Li in our village is the one whose ashes were scattered in the latrine... I later heard someone say that he actually knew that the little daughter was sold by the widow to an old bachelor in the mountains. The fourth aunt next door went to visit relatives and saw a crazy woman with a big belly on the road. When she came back, she said she looked like his little daughter.
The village chief wanted to take people to look for him, but he insisted that it was not the case. Later, he got drunk at the widow's grandson's full moon party and said personally that no matter whose son it was, the one he raised was his son. As long as the widow's son can get a wife and give him a grandson, everything will be worth it."
Jiang Guoqiang suddenly realized. "It is indeed worth it. After death, the ashes will be scattered into the pit."
Li Xiulan Youyou answered, "To be more precise, the village helped with the burial. But the ashes couldn't be picked up, so we could only scoop two ladles of excrement water and put them into the coffin."
"That's enough..." Jiang Dingkun suddenly shouted loudly, picked up the water glass at hand and smashed it on the ground.
Li Xiulan trembled with fright and said tremblingly, "Dad... I... I just told Guoqiang about our village. What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Guoqiang also had an honest look on his face. "Dad, Old Man Li drove all three of his biological children to death. Sister Baozhu and I are still here, and we won't let your ashes be scattered into the pit."