Zhong Kai stared at Yong, his pleasant smile barely able to hold on his lips.
Yong smiled. "Not only did you steal a hardworking cop’s promotion and reputation from him, you went as far as threatening the woman he loved."
"Miss. Yong, I don’t know who told you about these baseless allegations, but they are also false-"
Her gaze turned cold. "Baseless?"
She took a step closer, eting him dead in the eye. "The woman you threatened with the safety of her son’s life wouldn’t call it baseless. The woman from whom you forcibly snatched the evidence of sis Nuwa entering the Hou villa before she was last seen wouldn’t call it baseless. Zhong Kai. The woman and son, who you forced to stay apart from a lover and father for over fifteen years, would have a very different story to tell you."
She sneered. "And before you speak of any nonsense to refute my claims, do know that that very son is present in this ceremony hall."
He stiffened.
"Mr. Lingyun’s son who you threatened to harm. So before you call the leader of Huayuan a liar, think before you speak, okay?"
Though Jia didn’t show it, the shock had rippled her heart too, just like everybody among the guests.
"What? The leader of Huayuan is here too!?"
"The one who runs the red-light district!?"
"Do you rember Mr. Lingyun or forgot him too? You cannot forget that man who you frad in a fake drug case and is still in jail thanks to you."
Zhong Kai’s breaths tremored but he forced himself to calm down.
Everybody was feeling waves of dizziness over and over again. First, there was this explosive revelation of Hou Jielun’s dical problem and that he was using sex workers and now the Commissioner of the Beijing Public Security Bureau was accused of working with the previous Huayuan’s leader. Even the very promotion he had been standing on felt wobbly to him.
"These bunch of Hou bastards had co to you, didn’t they? When sis Nuwa disappeared, they approached you for help because a certain cop was refusing to let the case go cold. Uncle Lingyun wanted to find sis Nuwa at any cost, but they didn’t want that. Long Sicong never cared. And you found this as the golden chance."
Yong’s hawk-like gaze settled on Hou Huan. "A promise of the promotion that Uncle Lingyun was supposed to get would be handed over to you on a silver platter if you helped them bury sis Nuwa’s case."
Then she looked at Zhuo ihui. "Which was very convenient for you too, isn’t it? After all, your son had fallen for a sex worker. He was adamant about marrying her. You felt he was just being silly in love and that he will wake up out of it. But he didn’t. So his seriousness toward her started to scare you."
Zhuo ihui’s eyes narrowed. "So now you are targeting ?"
"Targeting? Sure, if that’s what you want to call it. I will target every single person who was involved with sis Nuwa’s disappearance and the injustice that Uncle Lingyun and his family felt. Your son loved her, that’s why it was you who sent her along to Hou’s house as if you were playing so passing the parcel ga. You wouldn’t let your son marry her but sobody else’s son surely can have so good ti with her."
Zhuo Zihan shook hard.
"Zihan, don’t listen to this woman-"
"Did you conspire with Long Sicong and send Nuwa to...to Hou Jielun?" He stared at his mother, as if he was talking to a stranger.
His father pulled him back. "This is not the place to discuss these things, Zihan."
"I want answers, Dad," he shook his hand away from him. "I just want answers."
Zhou Hanwei felt terrified of the chill seeping in his son’s eyes. It held a sense of madness akin to a wounded tiger, who was ready to leap at every threat lurking around the corner.
"I was told that she..." his voice couldn’t form the words as he spoke, "she died. That she escaped from Huayuan and fell into a river. That her body was never found."
"It’s the truth, son! This woman is talking nonsense!"
Zhou Hanwei stood before Yong, his nacing shadow looming over. "I’m seeing you are spouting lies and nonsense ever since you have stepped in, but is there even a single piece of evidence to support your ridiculous accusations!? The Hous’ and us working Long Sicong? This woman’s disappearance you speak of? What proof do you have to sustain anything!?"
"The evidence is the woman herself...Dad."
He turned, taken aback to hear a voice he hadn’t expected to. Zhuo Syaoran was seated on his wheelchair, his chin loosely resting against his fingers, staring at his parents without any particular trace of emotion in his eyes.
Zhuo ihui gritted her teeth. "What are you talking about?"
He smiled pleasantly. "You could at least try to hide your hatred toward in front of hundreds of guests."
She stiffened.
"Oh. Perhaps the act of a good mother finally took a toll upon you," he smiled.
Mingshen stared at him, his gaze unreadable.
Zhuo ihui quickly adjusted her expression and breathed in. "That’s not it, Syaoran. What are you talking about hatred and all? When have I ever hated you?"
"Since you pushed off the stairs one day, disgusted to have as your son. A weak, paralyzed son who was in no position to lead the family? Did you forget already? It was the sa day my brother ran to Dr. Yang, pleading with him to save ."
Jia saw Mingshen’s fist trembling slightly. It was the sa day when Yang Bingqing had fallen into labor and lost her daughter. Needless to say, the gazes of Yang Bingqing and Yang Cheng’s had dimd for a mont.
"Mrs. Zhou had pushed her own son?"
The urgent whispers froze Zhuo ihui. But Syaoran simply smiled. "But we are not here to reminisce about our relationship, are we? So let remind you of a certain face you thought was dead."
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