The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 148

Song Nianchu didn't try to comfort ng Yingying, simply allowing her to cry in silence.

ng Yingying's sobs shifted from stifled whimpers to full-blown, agonizing wails.

It wasn't until she cried so hard she began to dry heave that Song Nianchu finally stepped forward and gently rubbed her back.

"Do you realize what you did wrong?" Song Nianchu asked, her gaze intense and unwavering.

"I was wrong. I'll never do it again," ng Yingying nodded between sobs.

"And will you ever call yourself damaged goods again?" Song Nianchu pressed.

ng Yingying shook her head frantically.

Only then did Song Nianchu's taut expression soften slightly, her voice following suit.

"Does your head hurt? Should I take you to the city to get it looked at?"

Hearing Song Nianchu's deep concern, ng Yingying knew she was no longer angry. She threw her arms around Song Nianchu, the tears she had just managed to stop falling freely once more.

"Chu, I'm so sorry. I betrayed your trust."

ng Yingying cried even more brokenheartedly than before.

"Alright now, didn't I say I'm not angry anymore? Why are you crying even louder? If anyone hears you, they'll think I'm bullying you," Song Nianchu said, a hint of helplessness coloring her tone.

"You would never bully . You are the absolute best person in this world!" ng Yingying said with unwavering certainty.

"If I'm really that good, then take my words to heart from now on. You must never do anything to hurt yourself again, or I truly will never forgive you." Song Nianchu spoke with absolute seriousness.

ng Yingying nodded vigorously.

"Alright, stop crying. You're already injured, and crying like this will only make it worse," Song Nianchu coaxed gently.

"But... I can't stop..." ng Yingying gasped between hiccups.

Song Nianchu truly didn't know what else to say to that, so she simply got up and poured her a glass of water.

"Have so water. It will make you feel better."

"Thank you." ng Yingying's voice was terribly hoarse as she took the glass and took small, tentative sips.

Sure enough, by the ti she finished the water, she had cald down considerably.

"Just stay ho and get so proper rest for the next couple of days. Don't worry about going to the workshop for now." Song Nianchu took the empty glass from her hands.

"I'm fine, really. I just bumped my head. I was prepared for it, so I didn't let them get their way," ng Yingying said hastily.

She was slightly terrified that Song Nianchu was going to give up on her.

"That's not what I ant. Since you've already set up this trap, we need to play the part of the victim perfectly. You need to act utterly devastated, maybe even threaten a hunger strike or suicide every now and then. That way, I can have Uncle Zhenggui go raise hell at the production brigade. We must get rid of Zhou Ziqiang and his gang once and for all. Otherwise, after the trap you've set for them, it will be a massive hidden danger if they ever get released." Song Nianchu's gaze was resolute.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say!" ng Yingying nodded emphatically.

"By ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‍the way, you ntioned before that Zhou Ziqiang and his group committed so atrocious acts while they were fleeing as refugees. Do you know exactly what they did?" Song Nianchu asked.

ng Yingying thought for a mont, taking a long while before she finally spoke.

"On the road, they had nothing to eat or drink. Just to fill their stomachs, they... they would snatch up children and use them as..." ng Yingying trailed off, unable to bring herself to finish the sentence.

But Song Nianchu already understood what she ant, her face darkening grimly.

"Is there anyone who can testify to this?" Song Nianchu asked.

"So of the villagers should know sothing about it, though I'm not sure if the refugees who settled in our village do." ng Yingying rembered that in her previous life, when Zhou Ziqiang's cris were finally exposed, a few people had stepped forward to testify against him, people who had fled alongside him back then.

"I understand. I'll go ask around," Song Nianchu nodded.

"They also preyed on the vulnerable, assaulting both n and won. So many people suffered at his hands, but I doubt anyone would be willing to admit to sothing like that," ng Yingying added.

"Mm." Song Nianchu nodded. "That doesn't matter. As long as we can prove that he... murdered those children, that alone will be enough to get him the firing squad."

"Right!" ng Yingying agreed with a nod.

"You get so good rest now. I'll let you know as soon as I find anything out," Song Nianchu reassured her.

"Okay." ng Yingying nodded, allowing Song Nianchu to help her lie back down.

Song Nianchu waited by her side until she drifted off to sleep before finally quietly getting up to leave.

After leaving ng Yingying's house, Song Nianchu went straight to look for Wu Zhenggui.

As she approached his gate, she happened to spot him returning and imdiately quickened her pace.

"Uncle Zhenggui," Song Nianchu called out.

"Chu, you're back." Seeing Song Nianchu, a hint of relief finally broke through Wu Zhenggui's dark, stormy expression.

"Yes. As soon as I got back, I heard about what happened to Educated Youth ng. I just went over to her place to check on her," Song Nianchu said.

"How is she doing? I was just out dealing with Zhou Ziqiang and his gang," Wu Zhenggui asked.

"Not very well. She's still deeply distressed. You know what she went through with Third Wu before. She had finally started to move past it, only for sothing like this to happen. I think she might even be having suicidal thoughts." Song Nianchu deliberately painted a bleak, pitiful picture.

She didn't actually want to deceive Wu Zhenggui, but it was all for the good of the village.

"Those animals. They really think we're easy targets. Don't worry, I will follow this through to the very end. I absolutely won't let them get away with this!" Wu Zhenggui ground his teeth in fury.

ng Yingying had lived in their village for years now, and Wu Zhenggui had long since considered her one of their own.

Zhou Ziqiang was an outsider they had been reluctant to take in to begin with. Now that an outsider had dared to lay a hand on one of their own, it was an insult no one could swallow.

"By the way, Village Chief, I've also heard so disturbing rumors. They say that while fleeing the famine, Zhou Ziqiang and his group committed so truly depraved acts..." Song Nianchu vaguely relayed what she knew about Zhou Ziqiang's past cris to Wu Zhenggui.

Wu Zhenggui was so enraged by what he heard that he nearly passed out.

"Animals! They aren't even human, to be capable of such things!" Wu Zhenggui's fingertips trembled with rage.

"No one has ever stepped forward to report Zhou Ziqiang and his gang before, likely out of fear of retaliation and a desire to avoid trouble. But now that they've been arrested, if we go around asking questions now, we might get a very different response," Song Nianchu pointed out.

"Chu, don't you worry. I'm going to go interrogate them right now. If the refugees in our village want to keep living here peacefully, they won't dare lie to . And even if our village's refugees don't know anything, I can go ask the ones who were assigned to the neighboring villages. As long as they actually committed those cris, I will find soone who knows about it! This ti, I'll see to it that they face the firing squad!" Wu Zhenggui was a man with a strong sense of justice; hearing such horrors, he naturally couldn't remain calm.