" Teacher Song, it's fortunate that you lost at the very beginning of this episode, which earned you the right to carry Teacher Bai on your back. Otherwise, what would you have done!"
The director was holding a pig's head, with a blank expression on his face.
I'm such a clever little devil! In any case, live streaming is a step closer to becoming a TV program!
[Hahahaha!]
So, besides the Bai Family brothers, only Teacher Song caused damage at the scene?
To be precise, only Teacher Song could have caused this certain kind of harm!
[Although I was absolutely furious just now, and still am, hearing this makes me gloat over Song Lan's misfortune.]
[Shouldn't Bai Zhonghui have been sentenced to death?]
[The death penalty is a must! So many lives have been lost! The police might have to dig in the Bai Family's garden; the live stream probably can't continue.]
[Ugh! What a beast!]
On the left Zhao Jiayuan and Zhao Ke; on the right is the director holding a pig's head.
Song Lan:...
Jiang Mingxi pulled Song Lan away and glared at them, "Don't bully Teacher Song. He didn't even know my brother was my brother before."
The phrase "my brother" almost made Bai Zheming Zheming's already broken heart tremble slightly, and he looked at Jiang Mingxi.
All those who survived the ordeal came alive in that moment.
Any suffocating illusion is meaningless.
The truth is, the younger brother is still alive, truly alive, and at this very moment, he called him brother.
He missed all the hardships his younger brother had endured, but thankfully he still has a future.
As they were talking, Bai Zheming's phone rang. It was the police calling, asking him to come to his house's flower garden to look for evidence.
The moment the call connected, Bai Zheming's fingers trembled, and his whole body went cold.
Jiang Mingxi reached out and gently patted his back. "I'll go with you."
Bai Zheming gripped his phone, tilted his head to look at him, and nodded emphatically.
Not only Jiang Mingxi went, but all the guests present went. In addition to the guests, the director and staff members who were close to these artists also went.
"We've prepared a helicopter. If it's convenient for you, please come with me." After Bai Zheming hung up the phone, the man in the suit politely stepped forward and extended an invitation.
[Damn! Just how rich is A-Wang?!]
[Buying a helicopter doesn't make you rich, but owning a flight path does! A-Wang not only has helicopters but also flight paths!]
[I'm going to confront my childhood friend right now and ask him if he hid a helicopter behind my back!]
Even after such an incident, the guests first apologized to the viewers in the live broadcast room, explaining that the program could not continue due to some personal reasons. After apologizing, the live broadcast was interrupted.
A group of people boarded a helicopter and headed straight for Yun City.
The Bai Family.
When they arrived, Feng Moshan, Song Bai, his sister-in-law, Old Master Song, and Jiang Mingxi's agent Xu Tao were all waiting at the door.
Jiang Mingxi looked around but didn't see A-Wang.
The man in the suit walked beside Jiang Mingxi and said softly and considerately, " Mr. Gong still has some official business to finish."
When Old Master Song saw Jiang Mingxi, tears streamed down his face. He rushed forward and grabbed Jiang Mingxi's arm. Before he could even speak, tears were already falling.
He pulled Jiang Mingxi along and then patted Bai Zheming on the shoulder.
These two brothers have suffered.
They suffered greatly.
From the moment he learned the truth until now, Bai Zheming has experienced the ecstasy of finding his brother, the anger of knowing the facts, and the sting of understanding what happened. But now, as an elder like Old Master Song pats him on the shoulder with concern, Bai Zheming suddenly feels an unbearable sense of collapse.
He really wanted to cry.
She cried her heart out.
The police were already in position and, with Bai Zheming's consent, began excavating the flowerbed.
About half an hour later, bones were exposed beneath the flowerbed.
Butler Wang, Butler Wang's wife, Butler Wang's eldest son, Butler Wang's eldest daughter-in-law, Butler Wang's grandson, Butler Wang's youngest son...
One skeleton after another was carried out and pieced together.
The smallest one was a tiny lump, probably only fifty or sixty centimeters long.
Bai Zheming's nerves, already on the verge of collapse, could no longer bear it.
Almost without warning, his legs went weak, he lost his balance, and collapsed to his knees, bursting into tears.
It was in this very flowerbed that Butler Wang once held his younger brother on the swing, Butler Wang once tutored him in math, Butler Wang once told him that a man doesn't easily shed tears, and that our Xiaozhe is the best little man...
It was in this flowerbed that Butler Wang's youngest son, who was probably eight or nine years old at the time, held Xiaoxi in his arms...
The police unearthed the remains, offered a few words of comfort, and left.
Once everyone had left, Song Bai went forward to help Bai Zheming.
Inside the Bai Family's house.
Upon entering, you'll see a family photo hanging on the front wall.
A gentle and elegant mother, a handsome and refined father, a spirited eldest son, and a youngest son who grins but won't open his eyes for a photo.
Upon entering the room, Jiang Mingxi was caught off guard by this family photo, and her heart ached sharply.
Of the four members of Bai Zheming's family, three had died in the first ten years of his life. How did he spend his days in this house?
Jiang Mingxi turned to look at Bai Zheming, but in that instant, she saw a wall of figurine display cases.
The transparent glass allows a clear view of what's inside.
They were all toys.
The toys in the first three rows varied in age, and many were even damaged.
Fourth row: Xiaoxi is four years old.
Fifth row: Xiaoxi is five years old.
Row 23: Xiaoxi is twenty-three years old.
Each row displays countless toys and books appropriate for the child's age.
The row for twenty-three-year-olds is the newest one; it's not full yet. Following the previous pattern, Bai Zheming will probably fill it up for him during various holidays later on.
Zhao Jiayuan cried uncontrollably, " Bai Zheming, you... Ugh! I wish I could kill that beast Bai Zhonghui! I'm so angry!"
Zhao Ke buried her face in Feng Moshan's chest, her eyes red from crying. "It hurts so much. I only knew that Xiaoxi was having a hard time, but Bai Zheming's life is just as bad."
Gao Le hugged the treasure chest, wiped away her tears, and turned to look at Bai Zheming, "You didn't actually buy clothes for Jiang Mingxi, did you? From when she was three, four, five, all the way to twenty-three?"
Bai Zheming forced a smile, but couldn't manage a proper one.
He sat on the sofa, feeling somewhat weak and listless.
Bai Zheming's secretary, however, poured tea for everyone, sighed, and said, " President Bai has always personally cleaned the young master's room. When the young master was ten, he got a new bed, and when he was fourteen, he got another one. As for the walk-in closet, the young master's clothes are updated every year."
Some of them were even gifts from Bai Zhonghui.
The secretary couldn't say these words, and could only look at Bai Zheming with heartache.
As they were talking, Jiang Mingxi's phone rang. It was a video call from A-Wang.
Jiang Mingxi rubbed her face and answered the call.
A spacious conference room was revealed over there.
A-Wang smiled at Jiang Mingxi and said, "I'm at Bai's Bai Corporation. I know it's inconvenient for Young President Bai to come over, so let's have a brief meeting about the shareholding change."