"Let me out! I am the son of your leader, let me go!"
"It hurts so much! Ah! I'm going to die! Give me the medicine!"
"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!"
Song Yanzhe kept yelling like that after he woke up in the evening.
He was locked up in the detention center but never stopped. His voice became hoarse and the police couldn't listen anymore. He just kept crying and howling endlessly.
"Song Yanzhe!"
A deep voice came.
"Song Sichen."
Song Yanzhe finally stopped wailing when he saw Song Sichen.
He braced himself and struggled to stand up.
His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his body was swaying. It was obvious how serious it was to lose an arm. If he hadn't been holding on, he would have fallen in front of Song Sichen.
"What are you going to do? Song Sichen, let me go, let me go quickly."
He was locked in the room and could only look at Song Sichen through the bars.
Because he was seriously injured, he couldn't stand up for a while, so he took a few steps back and finally sat on the iron bed next to him.
"Song Yanzhe, please explain clearly about your killing of your father. If you turn yourself in, your sentence will be less. Attempted murder is not a small crime. Don't worry, your mother can't save you."
Song Sichen said in a cold voice.
"What do you mean? Attempted murder? I have never done it, never. Song Sichen, you are slandering others, it must be your conspiracy, it is you! It is you!"
Song Yanzhe shouted hysterically.
The sound was harsh and unpleasant.
But Song Sichen, who was overlooking Song Yanzhe, still had no expression on his face.
"In the forest, so many people watched you shoot. If I hadn't saved your father, you would have committed patricide."
Song Sichen said in a dry tone.
"Nonsense! There's no way I can do such a thing..."
Song Yanzhe muttered to himself with confusion on his face.
What happened in the forest was in his mind. He was caught, hurt, angry, and in pain. They all came over him. His mind went blank, and he seemed to have forgotten what happened.
Thinking back on everything.
"I just wanted to kill you." Song Yanzhe rolled his eyes. "I obviously shot at you. I just wanted you to die. I wouldn't be stupid enough to kill dad. No, it was a wolf, it was a wolf. I didn't want to kill anyone, I just wanted to kill the wolf."
"You admit it." Song Sichen sneered coldly. "Your crime is still attempted murder. Kill me."
Song Yanzhe stared and realized that he had fallen into Song Sichen's trap.
"You insidious bitch, what are you going to do by bringing me in and accusing me of an unfounded crime?" The next moment, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something. "You...you are the one who wants to kill dad."
"Guessed it right."
When Song Sichen answered, there was a sinister smile on his lips.
"Sure enough, Song Sichen, you are the culprit."
"It's just the same methods your mother used on you." Song Sichen looked at Song Yanzhe who sneered and replied. "Don't worry, if you come out in this life, the Song family will only be mine. If I'm kind, I might let you meet your mother. Don't force me, I can do anything. Maybe, you can even I won’t see your mother for the last time.”
"No...Song Sichen...no..."
Song Yanzhe's pupils trembled as if there was an earthquake.
Speechless.
Song Sichen suddenly laughed.
It gives you goosebumps all over your body.
"Didn't I say that? If you lose, shout 'Happy Wedding Shiran Song Sichen', shout!"
Song Yanzhe didn't want to say anything. He moved his lips but couldn't make a sound.
"Do you want your mother to accompany you? Or do you want to send your mother on her last journey?"
"I shouted!" Song Yanzhe had no choice but to compromise. "Happy wedding to Shi Ran and Song Sichen."
Song Sichen clapped his hands and nodded.
"I will consider keeping the body intact."
After saying this, Song Sichen turned around, put away the smile on his lips, and a murderous look immediately appeared on his face.
"Song Sichen...Song Sichen..."
Song Yanzhe's hysterical shouting came from behind.
Song Sichen ignored him and left without looking back.
When Grandpa Shiran returned to Shi's house, the owner of the milk tea shop had already left. The sky was getting dark, and he suddenly felt a little more tired.
"I'm back."
Grandpa Shiran laughed dryly.
There is not much energy left to take care of the Shi family's work.
But so far, he's persevered anyway.
But now I feel the limit, and it’s time to hand over this big family to the younger generation.
"Grandpa! You're back!"
Shiran was at the door of the living room. When he saw grandpa appear, he immediately supported him.
"Shi Ran..."
Although he is now an adult, he still retains his childhood appearance, making him feel as if he is still that child.
"Grandpa must be tired, right? Have you had dinner?"
"It's getting a little colder. You're wearing too thin."
Grandpa Shiran looked at Shiran's slightly red nose and said worriedly.
"It's in the living room, it's okay! Dad just came back. He's in the dining room. Grandpa, let's go take a look too."
Shiran held his grandfather's arm affectionately and said.
"Alright alright."
Grandpa Shiran patted Shiran's hand.
Although the hands still appear small and fragile, they also give people a sense of stability.
The two walked towards the restaurant together and chatted.
"Today Mr. Song said that he decided to rehabilitate the Xu family, probably after seeing the evidence provided by the Xu family."
"Really? Then they should be very happy. We need to tell them this news as soon as possible. Luan Dan'er is a very good girl."
After hearing Shiran's words, Grandpa Shiran looked at his granddaughter.
"My granddaughter is doing great."
"That..." Tokiran stuck out his tongue with a smile, his smile was exactly the same as Tokiran's father Tokawa. "This is the homework assigned by grandpa to Shiran, so Shiran should pay more attention to it, not to mention, it is about a family and a business."
Grandpa Shiran stroked Shiran's head happily.
"When did you grow so big?"
The granddaughter suddenly grew up and unknowingly became a strong support.
In a few years, he will be a very good leader.
Grandpa Shiran thought so.
Suddenly, wobbling.
Grandpa Shiran's body shook.
This is exactly the same scene as the young Shiran rolling down the stairs with his grandfather in his arms.
Will it be like last time?
Grandpa Tokiran instinctively bent down and slowly fell to the ground.
"grandfather!"
I heard Shiran's surprise.
Shiran seemed to be trying his best to protect his grandfather and hold his shoulders.
"I'm fine..."
But before he could finish his words, grandpa finally lost consciousness on the way to the restaurant.
"Grandpa, not yet! Not yet! No!" Shi Ran burst into tears instantly, and a very bad premonition came from his heart. "Someone come! Call the doctor! Send him to the hospital!"
