"Su Xiaong, you are the President of the Yin Family. What you must do, I cannot interfere with, but at ho, you are my daughter. As your mother, may I ask you exactly what you are doing, and what is your purpose..."
Facing her mother’s stern questioning, Su Xiaong unconsciously swallowed...
She had... neglected things to this extent.
Her mother’s mind was so ticulous, yet she thought she could completely deceive her family, including this clear-minded mother who saw everything but never revealed it outright.
Should... she tell her?
But if she doesn’t tell her... what excuse should she use to continue hiding it?
"Stop rolling your eyes!"
Just as Xiao ng was thinking of what excuse could brilliantly deflect the situation, Bai Sixian imdiately scolded her, her words and expression both intimidating.
This made Su Xiaong abandon the thought of using lies to cover lies.
Putting down the docunts in her hands, she stood up, pulled a chair in front of her mother, and let her mother sit.
Bai Sixian’s eyebrows remained furrowed.
The content of that long post was not just about vindicating a police detective wronged as a "traitor," but essentially pointed straight at several current officials.
What Su Xiaong was doing was not rely seeking justice for the people; what she was doing was called political struggle!
Throughout history, those involved in political struggles were either crowned kings or t tragic ends, and the latter rarely had good outcos.
Even in the 21st century, considered a civilized society, there are still too many unspeakable hidden rules.
The arrow points directly to Wu Rong...
The cause of Yin Shixiu’s death was largely related to the person nad Wu Rong. Anyone with a bit of intelligence who connected and analyzed the entire situation would co to this conclusion.
Additionally, there was communication between Bai Sixian and Bai Sidong, so they were sowhat inford about the incident at Tianjin Port that night.
Bai Sixian had never discussed the cause and effect of this matter with Su Xiaong because she worried that Su Xiaong would harbor hatred towards Wu Rong and thus take so actions.
Despite all precautions, in the end, she couldn’t prevent her daughter from harboring this hatred...
And this hatred finally turned into concrete action.
Once she saw the content of this long post today, she understood.
Su Xiaong had her goal, and she wanted those who caused her husband’s death to pay the price.
Bai Sixian also harbored hatred in her heart and wanted those people to pay the appropriate price, but she still retained her rationality, knowing that with Su Xiaong’s thin fra, it was difficult to fight against Wu Rong and others.
If not careful, Shuangshuang and Huang Huang would not only lose their father.
And Bai Sixian couldn’t bear the pain of seeing her child pass away before her.
Standing in front of her was Xiao ng, the daughter who appeared in front of her every day but beca increasingly unfamiliar day by day.
Upon a closer look, the young girl’s features had beco more delicate compared to a few years ago. Was it because she had lost weight?
She took a deep breath,
"The content of this post is real."
"..."
Bai Sixian’s brows furrowed even more tightly.
"The person who posted this article is nad Lu Ping; she is Wu Yao’s wife. They have a son nad Wu Yu."
"Wu Yao is Wu Rong’s younger brother. Fifteen years ago, Wu Yao replaced Wu Rong as an undercover agent in a mafia organization and died in the process of drug enforcent."
"However, Wu Yao was not posthumously recognized as a martyr but was accused of being a ’traitor cop’. It was said that during the drug enforcent process, Wu Yao was turned against and betrayed the police, resulting in the deaths of two other detectives."
"..."
Bai Sixian pressed her lips together tightly; these details were all outlined in the lengthy post.
Su Xiaong looked at Bai Sixian,
"Lu Ping posting this article was indeed encouraged and instructed by ."
"Encouraged and instructed by you? How do you know that Wu Yao was frad back then? How can you possibly reconstruct the case from years ago? Do you plan to take Wu Rong down with this matter? ng ng, you’re underestimating Wu Rong!"
"Don’t you know it’s very dangerous to target Wu Rong like this?"
"I know. But I also know he conspired against Shixiu!"
"Xiao ng..."
"Am I supposed to just let him live comfortably while being a big official? Mom, I really can’t do that."
Bai Sixian knew this was how she felt inside...
"Mother isn’t asking you to let those who frad Shixiu live comfortably, but now is not the ti. How long have you been in charge of the Yin Family? Your wings aren’t fully grown; how dare you..."
"I’m not afraid!"
"But your mother is afraid! Child, how can you make such a decision without discussing it with Mom?"
"If things don’t succeed... no, things will never succeed! You’ve already made quite a few enemies; if Wu Rong wants to do sothing to you, can you prevent it? How will you prevent it? Do you have experience in this area?"
"Even Shixiu, who was so good at strategizing, was eventually killed by the joint forces of those people, do you think..."
"Mom!"
"..."
"Since I’ve already taken this path, I am fully confident I can take Wu Rong down."
Su Xiaong’s expression was serious and resolute, but Bai Sixian shook her head repeatedly, sighing deeply,
"Fully confident... ng ng, when Mom hears you say words like that, I can’t help but feel uneasy. What in this world can provide soone with full confidence?!"
"Mom, perhaps you’re right, in this world, nothing allows soone to confidently say they have full confidence, everything holds variables..."
"But... when people are born, one day they will die; when mistakes are made, soone must pay for them. If cris are committed, they must be punished. Even if they’re not punished, they will never live openly under the sun for their entire life. Everything in this world holds variables, but cause and effect will never change. This logical point won’t change."
Su Xiaong stared at her,
"I also know these things have certain risks, and I know that the opponent isn’t a block of wood that just takes a punch silently."
"But... your daughter isn’t stupid either."
"Your daughter has never underestimated these bastards wearing human skins. I am determined to hit him one punch, ten punches, a hundred punches until I beat him to death and he doesn’t get a chance to catch a breath."
"..."
Bai Sixian couldn’t rember how she left the study, only that her head was buzzing.
Her heart was uneasy; no matter how much Su Xiaong told her not to worry, she couldn’t find peace...
Had age caught up with her?
In her youth, when she was isolated by everyone, she faced the world with uninhibited courage to live by her own will, fueled by her own choices.
Did the courage to lead a defiant life finally get worn out by the years?
Her defiance back then—was it the sa as Su Xiaong’s now?
Back then, her father and brothers tried to stop her every way they could, filled with worry and fear.
So...
Just like her father and brothers couldn’t stop her decisions back then, she couldn’t do anything about Su Xiaong who was already "on the road" now...
The study door closed, and Su Xiaong leaned against the desk, hands gripping the edge, lips pressed together.
The arrow ford from hate and anger was already nocked on the bowstring, drawn tight, ready to be released.
Everything started according to Su Xiaong’s will; will it end with the outco she envisions...
———
The next day happened to be Saturday.
In the morning, Su Xiaong did not go to the office for overti but drove herself to the neighborhood where Lu Ping lived.
The car parked at a distance from the building where Lu Ping’s family resided.
The building was heavily surrounded by journalists and dia.
She feared she needed to stand on tiptoe to see that at the center of the dia encirclent was Lu Ping and her son, having just returned from grocery shopping.
Su Xiaong sat quietly in the car, wearing a pair of sunglasses, with a completely indifferent look in her beautiful eyes.
She knew so dia were live-streaming at this very mont, broadcasting the explanation from Lu Ping and her son regarding the post...
Xiao ng took a deep breath, turned on her phone, and found the live stream...
——————
Rong Group President’s office.
Rong Jing sat in the large president’s leather chair, not in his usual casual and unrestrained posture, but upright like a scholar attentively listening to a lecture.
His snake-like eyes were fixated on the computer screen...
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