"Oh~" Mo Heng, who was sunbathing on the beach, gently pulled down his sunglasses a little, gazing at the swirling clouds in the sky, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"As expected of the little one created by Master, even his temper is seven or eight parts like his. Those who offend Song Yanqing are probably going to suffer a lot."
As soon as Mo Heng finished speaking, he put his sunglasses back on, smeared some sand mud on himself, and continued to enjoy the warm sunshine.
Indeed, taking a vacation is the most comfortable thing to do...
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"Great-Grandpa! Stop making a scene!"
Song Hengzhe blocked those who wanted to grab Song Yanqing, stood in front of Song Yanqing, looked at Song Laodeng with sharp and angry eyes, and interrupted the farce in a fierce tone.
"Wasn't it enough how you treated me back then! Are you going to treat Xiao Qing the same way now? In your eyes, is the reputation of the Songhui Aristocratic Family more important than your descendants?!"
There was also lingering resentment in Song Hengzhe's eyes as he looked at Song Laodeng. Song Laodeng stared at Song Hengzhe, stunned for a long time before speaking, "You're just like him... you hate me?"
The resentment and intense hatred he once thought had subsided with time had never actually disappeared.
Why can't I hate you?!
Song Hengzhe stared at him fiercely, gritting his teeth as he spoke, his words almost squeezed out from between his teeth. It was as if he had finally held back and was now unleashing all the grievances and hatred he had held back for years.
Song Yanqing had no idea what had happened between Song Hengzhe and Song Family's great-grandfather. He just held his phone carefully, as if afraid it would be snatched away. He also tentatively stepped back, trying to escape this awful place.
"For the sake of the Song Family's reputation, you completely disregard our happiness and well-being. You forced Grandpa to marry a woman he didn't love, which led to Grandma's tragic death."
"You made Dad marry a woman he didn't love, causing them to live apart, and even treating each other with respect is a luxury!"
"You deprived our four brothers of complete paternal and maternal love from a young age, and yet you still expect us to be filial and obedient to you..."
Song Hengzhe poured out all the pain he had endured over the years. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exactly like a madman driven insane by torture.
He was no longer a great doctor who healed the sick and saved lives, but just a hysterical madman who wanted fairness and justice.
Looking at Song Hengzhe, who seemed to have gone mad, and hearing his words, Song's great-grandfather's chest heaved violently, and his eyes reddened. He turned to look at Grandpa Song.
Grandpa Song lowered his head in silence, his fists clenched. He didn't argue; even his son hated him. Why? He was considering the family's interests and future—what was wrong with that?!
"You unfilial descendant! Wasn't everything I did for the Song Family? Haven't you all lived better lives because of my decisions? What right do you have to criticize me!"
Song Zengzu did not think he was wrong. He gripped his cane tightly and stomped it loudly. His chest heaved violently, but there was no sign of coughing, and his breathing remained steady.
"Arranged marriages, arranged by parents and matchmakers, matching social status, and adding to one's good fortune—these are the marriage rules of the Songhui Aristocratic Family! You were born into the Song Family, so you must abide by them! I don't care if you love them or not! As long as you're married and have children, that's all that matters—"
Song Hengzhe looked at the stubborn old man in front of him with disbelief, then suddenly curled his lips into a cold laugh, and then expressed his hatred with increasing anger, even speaking recklessly.
"I truly hate the rules of arranged marriage you set! Why should we be sacrificed for our families through these marriages! Why can you marry the person you love!"
"What did Xiao Qing do wrong! He just fell in love with someone, and you treated him even crueler than you treated me back then. Why can't he hate you!"
"Why can't I hate you! Do you know how painful it is to be whipped on the back with a salt-soaked whip! Do you know how painful it is to have new wounds piled on top of old ones?!"
"You should have died long ago! Why don't you just die?!"
Song Hengzhe--
Grandpa Song finally spoke. His face was deathly pale. After speaking, he looked at Great-Grandpa Song and saw that his face was pale, then turned ashen. He immediately felt something was wrong.
Song Hengzhe then realized what he had said in a fit of anger, but he didn't regret it. He only hoped that his younger brother could escape and that the person he had bribed hadn't made a mistake...
Song Yanqing had already run away the moment Song Hengzhe tried to stall for time. He knew nothing about what happened afterward; he just wanted to escape as quickly as possible and leave this godforsaken place.
" Song Lin, arrest Song Hengzhe. He's guilty of insubordination and will be punished according to family law. Send someone to arrest Song Yanqing and destroy his cell phone immediately after you receive it!"
Grandpa Song wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He didn't even have as much power as his own son, so how could he possibly fight against his own father?
"I don't need you to tie me up! I'll walk myself--"
Song Hengzhe pushed away the people who wanted to tie him up and walked directly towards the ancestral hall in the basement. This place was not only a training ground, but also the Songhui Aristocratic Family.
The ancestral tablets from ancient times to the present are all displayed here, excavated into a cylindrical shape resembling a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) formation.
The yang trigram is used to place the ancestral tablets for women, while the yin trigram is used to place the ancestral tablets for men. The yin and yang are in harmony and complement each other. This can be considered a small formation used by the Song Family to gather their fortune.
"As long as I, Song Zhi, live in this world, those two will never be allowed to associate with men and ruin the centuries-old reputation of my Songhui Aristocratic Family!"
After leaving those words in a fit of anger, Song Zhi glared at Grandpa Song and turned to leave.
Watching this farce unfold, Song Lin felt a terrible headache coming on. How could such a perfectly good family have turned into this? But he was a servant, an outsider, and couldn't say anything.
Hearing Song Zhi's words, Song Hengzhe's eyes welled up with tears for a moment, then he curled his lips into a cold laugh again. What a glorious reputation the Song Family has maintained for centuries! What a Song Family—
Song Yanqing's journey has been smooth, which is most likely due to something Song Hengzhe did behind the scenes. He doesn't know what Song Hengzhe will go through, but he is very clear that his end will definitely not be good.
But he couldn't stop. Escaping, finding A-Jue, and coming back with him to save Song Hengzhe was the right thing to do.
He followed the signs and found the right route, but just as he was about to sprint towards the exit, he suddenly stopped.
Song Lin seemed to have known he would come here, and had been waiting for him in place. When he saw him stop, she bowed slightly to him, her words filled with tenderness and struggle.
"Young Master, I'm sorry, I can't disobey my master. Please don't make me sad, come back with me..."
"..."
Looking at Song Lin, who was hunched over but still staring at him with unwavering eyes, Song Yanqing suddenly felt a pang of sorrow, not for himself, but for him.
He toiled his whole life, but in the end, his fate was still in the hands of others; no one could protect him.
If he simply walked past him and ran away, he could escape, but his conscience wouldn't allow him to do so, whether it was Song Lin or Song Hengzhe...
Song Yanqing eventually returned to his original spot; his phone was not confiscated.
Song Lin replaced his phone, which was filled with memories, with another phone of the same model, crushed it, and handed it in. Song Zhi wouldn't investigate further...
Song Yanqing was also taken to the ancestral hall. Song Hengzhe knelt before the ancestors, his back already bruised and bleeding, even with a doctor by his side.
They didn't treat him at the moment, just let him kneel and copy the family rules while bleeding, until he fainted before they would save him. This had been happening to him frequently for the past forty-six days.
Having lost too much blood and feeling dizzy, Song Hengzhe seemed to hear a commotion behind him. When he turned around and saw him being brought back, his pupils involuntarily trembled...