Chapter 184 - 184: 182: Plot (8) Walk Right Into the Trap

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In Mu Cidian’s car.

Xin Zaozao just kept watching him.

Her wrist was still shackled by Mu Cidian, the harder she struggled, the harder he clenched, causing her pain to intensify.

Uncle Zhang quickly arrived at the garage and got into the driver’s seat.

“To the hospital.” Mu Cidian’s voice was indifferent.

Uncle Zhang dared not say more and drove quickly towards the hospital.

Xin Zaozao did not feel grateful.

All she had was hatred festering deep within her bones.

The car quickly arrived at the hospital.

Mu Cidian, dragging Xin Zaozao, headed directly for the beauty department.

They booked the most expensive specialist consultation; in the most expensive consultation room, a doctor began the discussion.

Throughout the consultation, Mu Cidian continued to hold Xin Zaozao tightly.

Because he was quite certain, the moment he let go, Xin Zaozao would absolutely leave.

Without pausing, even for a second.

After basic diagnosis of her facial condition, the doctor said, “First we disinfect, then we apply the medicine. I’ll try my best to clean her wounds, apply medicine to try and minimize the scarring, and afterward, we can perform subsequent skin repair.”

Mu Cidian nodded.

The doctor instructed his assistant to prepare the disinfectant tools and intended to clean Xin Zaozao’s face.

Xin Zaozao turned her face away.

It was a clear rejection.

The doctor frowned, but the very next second, tried to clean her scratches again.

Xin Zaozao remained uncooperative.

The doctor was somewhat helpless and looked towards Mu Cidian.

‘Want to keep the scar?” Mu Cidian asked her.

“Let me go.” Xin Zaozao gritted her teeth.

“Xin Zaozao, you want to keep the scar then?!” Mu Cidian raised his voice.

“Hmph,” Xin Zaozao snorted coldly. “Do you really think you’re that lüld-hearted? All you want is to clean up the scratches on my face. There will be no evidence against your mother! No matter what happened at the time of the incident, with only the three of us present, and both you and your mother insisting you didn’t do it, without any scars left on my face by your mother, there’s no way to perform a DNA test, that way you can deny everything, right?”

Mu Cidian’s throat tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbing continuously.

He stared fiercely at Xin Zaozao, his gaze terrifying.

Yet Xin Zaozao was not afraid of him.

She met his gaze, never once blinking.

Suddenly, Mu Cidian released her wrist.

Xin Zaozao quickly rose, intending to leave.

With a glance from Mu Cidian.

The doctor’s assistant quickly restrained her.

Mu Cidian’s slender fingers directly gripped her chin, making it impossible for her to move her face.

“Clean it up for her!” said Mu Cidian, his gaze remained on Xin Zaozao, his voice directed at the doctor.

The doctor nodded hastily.

Mu Cidian’s grip was firm.

Xin Zaozao felt like her chin was about to shatter under his grip.

She bit her lip tightly.

Gazing directly at Mu Cidian•s ruthless face.

She told herself to be strong, to be strong.

One day, they, both Mu Cidian and his mother Wan Quan, would suffer torments far greater than hers.

But…

Her eyes still reddened in that moment.

Tears uncontrollably rolled down from her eyes.

One by one, they dripped onto Mu Cidian’s hands.

Mu Cidian watched her.

At that moment, his hand felt as if it were being scorched.

His face seemed a little softer.

However, he still didn’t let go of her chin.

The doctor said, “It might hurt a bit, but you must bear it. If tears get into the wound, we’ll have to clean it again.”

Xin Zaozao didn’t wish to cry.

She really didn’t want to shed a single tear in front of Mu Cidian.

But she couldn’t control it.

The rubbing of the disinfectant on the wound truly hurt more than the moment she was scratched by Wan Quan.

All she felt was a slight object moving across her face, causing continuous, overwhelming pain.

Even as she clenched her lips tightly, she could not control the outburst of tears.

And with the tears falling into the wound, the pain intensified.

She clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to scream wildly.

Meanwhile.

Someone was gently wiping away her tears.

Xin Zaozao glanced over.

There was Mu Cidian, holding a clean piece of tissue, wiping her tears away for her.

She stared fiercely at him.

However, Mu Cidian did not meet her gaze. He just continued to wipe away her tears with care.

Tears that seemed to never stop, no matter how much she wiped them away.

He continuously discarded the soaked tissues in his hand, and repeatedly pulled out more tissues.

Like this, it lasted about fifteen minutes.

The doctor exhaled a sigh of relief.

He said, “I’ve basically cleaned it up. The wound isn’t deep and doesn’t need stitches. I’ll apply some medicine, then do some simple bandaging. However, because it is an external injury and the weather is rather hot, a tetanus shot is necessary.”

“Hmm…” Mu Cidian nodded.

The doctor then treated Xin Zaozao, lightly bandaged her up to prevent infection.

He later had an assistant perform a skin test for Xin Zaozao, confirming no allergic reactions before giving her the tetanus shot.

With that, everything appeared to have come to an end.

Mu Cidian let go of Xin Zaozao.

At this moment, Xin Zaozao’s wrist was swollen and her chin was a patch of bright red.

Looking at her, Mu Cidian, in the end, said nothing.

He left the hospital.

Mu Cidian bent down to open the car door parked at the hospital entrance.

Xin Zaozao had already bypassed the car, directly hailed a taxi, and took off from the back seat. Watching the tail lights of the departing car, Mu Cidian turned and got into his own car.

“Let’s go home.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

The car headed towards the Xin Family Villa.

Mu Cidian’s expression was very cold, his eyes fixed on the view outside the window.

It seemed as though a long time had passed, so much so that nobody could see any emotion in him any longer.

They arrived at the villa.

Mu Cidian entered.

Xin Zaozao had just arrived as well.

She entered the living room first.

Wan Quan was in the living room, watching as Xin Zaozao grew visibly upset.

Xin Zaozao didn’t spare Wan Quan a glance, heading straight upstairs.

Wan Quan watched Xin Zaozao’s retreating figure with seething rage, then turned to her son and yelled, “You even drove Xin Zaozao to the hospital!”

Mu Cidian didn’t want to quarrel with his mother.

Ever since Xin He’s death, it seemed as though there was constant bickering in this house, and his mother never stopped nagging every single day.

“Mu Cidian, are you treating me as if I don’t exist?” Wan Quan was furious as she stood up abruptly from the couch.

She grabbed Mu Cidian, who was ready to go upstairs himself.

Mu Cidian looked at his mother.

Suppressing his feelings inside.

Somewhere on the staircase, Xin Zaozao seemed to pause for a moment.

“No!” Mu Cidian asserted firmly. Xin Zaozao let out a small laugh.

She knew it.

If Mu Cidian was interested in her, why would he force her to such an extent,

An extent where she wished she could kill him.

“Then why did you send her to the hospital, you should have left her to fend for herself!” Wan Quan yelled loudly.

Perhaps that moment had pushed Mu Cidian to his limit. He shouted back, “So you want to go to jail? If you don’t clean up Xin Zaozao’s facial wounds, do you think that with today’s advanced technology, they won’t detect the DNA from your nails left in her wound? Once Xin Zaozao reports it to the police, the evidence will be solid! Haven’t you learned your lesson from what happened to Xin Zaozao?!”

Speechless, Wan Quan was silenced by her son’s rebuttal.

Xin Zaozao, now upstairs, was exceedingly cold. She knew this was the reason.

Fortunately, she found out early.

She entered her room, locked the door, and bolted it.

Then she went to the bathroom.

In front of the large mirror, she looked like a ghost.

The makeup from last night was still on but had been messed up, especially after the washing from her tears, causing the eye liner and mascara to smudge around her eyes, making her look terrible. At this moment, her face looked unusually pale, which accentuated the bandaged wounds from the corner of her eye to her mouth, leaving an ominous impression.

She studied her face. If it were later in the night, she would truly look like a ghost.

She was completely indifferent.

Completely unfazed now.

Bypassing her wounds, she used a cotton pad to clean the rest of the makeup off her face, then removed her crumpled clothes — from the struggle with Mu Cidian and having worn them to sleep turned on the shower, and cleaned herself up.

After showering, she changed into a clean set of casual clothes, didn’t bother with any makeup, found a baseball cap, and put it on.

She turned around and headed to the bedroom door.

Mu Cidian was waiting there.

Xin Zaozao’s expression was cold, and when she faced him, she was icy all over.

He handed Xin Zaozao her mobile.

Xin Zaozao took it from him, carefully avoiding his fingers, and then directly bypassed him.

In the living room downstairs, Wan Quan was still there.

Watching TV, she saw Xin Zaozao leaving and spitefully said, “Once you leave, you better not come back! You’re not welcome here!”

Xin Zaozao paused in her steps.

Seeing her reaction, Wan Quan appeared a bit nervous.

The current Xin Zaozao was indeed different from before; now when Xin Zaozao flew into a rage, it even gave her chills.

If it wasn’t for Mu Cidian intervening this morning, she probably would not have been able to defeat Xin Zaozao.

She watched Xin Zaozao warily, her face still showing not a hint of submission, still worn with disgust.

Xin Zaozao said, “This is my home! My home! You are the one who should be leaving!”

“Ha! You think you’re on top of the world just because you’ve achieved something in the Xin Group?! Don’t think I don’t know, you’re merely trying to please Song Zhizhi. Song Zhizhi is now a celebrity in Jin City, everyone respects her. But don’t get too proud, Xin Zaozao! Song Shan suffered a brain hemorrhage today, he might die tonight. Your beloved Song Zhizhi is about to lose it all! Do you honestly think you’ll still have good days…”

‘Wan Quan!” Xin Zaozao suddenly shouted loudly.

Wan Quan was startled by Xin Zaozao•s sudden change in demeanor.

She glared furiously at Xin Zaozao.

Sometime or other, this woman had become as ferocious as a lioness.

“Are you wishing everyone else would drop dead! Song Shan won’t die, nobody else will either, the one who should die is you!” Xin Zaozao spat out these words and stormed out.

Wan Quan stared dazedly at Xin Zaozao’s retreating figure.

Stamping her feet in frustration.

“Bitch, I didn’t curse your father, what’s gotten into you!”

She must have been startled by Xin Zaozao’s transformation just now.

Mu Cidian, who was standing by the railing on the second floor, watched everything nonetheless.

At times, he didn’t even want to see Wan Quan and Xin Zaozao in the same frame.

He abruptly retreated back into his room.

He had never noticed before how deeply Xin Zaozao loves her father.

Her indifference had led him to believe she was detached from her family ties.

But he never expected…

That she could be hurt so deeply!

Xin Zaozao dashed to her car in a fit of rage, sat in the driver’s seat, and took deep breaths.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She could just imagine how heartbroken Song Zhizhi would be if something happened to Song Shan. Yet Wan Quan could easily curse someone to die.

She clenched her fists tightly.

Desperately trying to control herself.

A long time passed.

It felt like an eternity before Xin Zaozao regained her composure.

She kept reminding herself amidst her breakdown that every calamity she was suffering now, she would repay tenfold in the future.

She took out her phone, found Song Zhizhi’s number, and dialed it.

The call connected, “Zaozao.” Her voice sounded weak

“Did I disturb you?”

“No. I was waking up anyway.” Song Zhizhi sat up from her bed. She didn’t expect to have slept half of the morning away.

She should go to the hospital now.

She lifted the blanket and asked, “Did you need something from me?”

“I saw the news about your father.” “Hm.” Song Zhizhi responded.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m doing okay. Don’t worry too much.” Song Zhizhi replied. Xin Zaozao clutched her phone, “Do you need me to come and keep you company?”

“No need. You can focus on yourself.” Song Zhizhi refused. Because she didn’t want to put on a facade in front of Zaozao.

She would find herself too hypocritical.

Xin Zaozao isn’t a very forward person. She didn’t know what kind of comfort she could offer Song Zhizhi, so she simply said, “Don’t worry, I believe Chief Song will be fine.”

“Thank you. ”

“Then I’ll hang up now. If there’s anything, anything at all… you must call me.” Xin Zaozao said earnestly.

“Alright.” Song Zhizhi smiled.

I guess Xin Zaozao is really worried something might happen to me.

Maybe because she herself has experienced the loss of a loved one, she worries about me so much.

Somehow, it warms my heart.

I initially thought that Xin Zaozao and I had a strictly professional relationship. I’m not sure when it progressed to this level of intimacy.

She duly said, “I will definitely call you if anything happens.”

“Hmm. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Xin Zaozao looked at her phone.

She thought that at this moment, Song Zhizhi would be panicking and utterly despaired, she wanted to use her own experiences to comfort her, but it turned out, Song Zhizhi was much stronger than she had imagined, she was still able to speak so calmly on the phone, her tone didn’t sound utterly defeated.

In retrospect, Song Zhizhi is perhaps half a year younger than her, yet she seems so much more mature, more composed.

In contrast, she herself seemed incredibly immature when her father had his incident.

She put down her phone and started the car to leave.

Rather than staying under the same roof as people she didn’t want to see, it was better to go to work.

After all, there’s so much more she needs to learn in the business world.

And she must learn!

The Song Family mansion.

Indeed, Song Zhizhi was awoken by Xin Zaozao’s phone call.

But after waking up, she was not sleepy at all. Instead, she felt refreshed, obviously well-rested.

She went to freshen up quickly, opened her bedroom door, called Luo Xiaolang, and prepared to go to the hospital to bring her brother home.

Upon reaching the hall, Song Zhizhi asked a servant who was cleaning, “Where is my wife?”

“The lady has already gone to the hospital. She left over an hour ago,” the servant answered.

Song Zhizhi started walking towards the door.

The servant seemed like she wanted to say something else, but seeing that Song Zhizhi had already left, she did not say more.

Luo Xiaolang drove the car, and they went to the hospital together.

There were many journalists at the hospital entrance and the underground garage, which left Song Zhizhi somewhat speechless.

Despite this, she and Luo Xiaolang reluctantly got out of the car.

The journalists saw Song Zhizhi and quickly flocked to her.

Luo Xiaolang protectively shielded Song Zhizhi as they walked towards the elevator.

The journalists persisted, “Miss Song, how is your father doing?

“Miss Song, your father’s condition is so serious, and yet you slept in at home and only came now.

Mrs. Song has been here for quite some time, don’t you care about your father’s safety?”

“Miss Song, your father’s cerebral infarction was triggered by you, don’t you feel guilty at all?”

Eventually, Song Zhizhi and Luo Xiaolang made it into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed.

Song Zhizhi’s expression was, as expected, not pleasant.

Nie Wenzhi had truly allowed the media and the public to blame her for her father’s cerebral infarction.

If anything were to happen to her father, the one to bear the guilt forever would be Song Zhizhi.

Song Zhizhi suppressed her emotions.

The elevator arrived.

Song Zhizhi took Luo Xiaolang to the intensive care unit.

Just as they reached the corridor, they heard Qin Ciling’s voice, choked with sobs, “My son, wake up, please wake up…”

Song Zhizhi’s emotions fluctuated.

Her grandmother was truly old and probably couldn’t handle such sorrow.

She hastily walked over.

“Grandma,” called Song Zhizhi.

Qin Ciling turned her head to look at Song Zhizhi, and her expression instantly changed. She pointed at Song Zhizhi and harshly said, “You unfilial girl, look at what you’ve done to your father! If anything happens to him, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life!”

At that moment, Song Zhizhi was clearly stunned.

She had intended to comfort her grandmother, but she hadn’t expected her grandmother to blame her for everything.

Her gaze tightened, looking at Nie Wenzhi.

It’s that woman again.

Her again!

It took a lot of effort for her to control her emotions.

At this moment, she heard Nie Wenzhi playing the good person, saying, “Mother, we can’t blame Zhizhi. Zhizhi didn’t know that Song Shan would end up like this after drinking a few more glasses. I believe Zhizhi didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s just… I just hope Song Shan will be alright.”

With that, she started crying again.

Her grief seemed to know no bounds.

When Nie Wenzhi started crying, Qin Ciling also began to cry, and their crying and wailing echoed through the entire corridor.

As Qin Ciling cried, she said, “Even if she didn’t mean for it to happen, she should at least be concerned about her own father! Her father is in critical condition, yet she could still sleep so soundly, sleeping until now, she really doesn’t have a shred of conscience…”

“Mother, Zhizhi was indeed tired last night. She didn’t sleep all night, her body will not hold up without rest, ” said Nie Wenzhi.

“Aren’t you the same? Didn’t you also stay up all night? Yet you came so early. I really don’t know what sins our Song family committed to deserve such a misfortune…” While Qin Ciling said this, she cried even harder.

Song Zhidao had been in the hospital the entire time. Watching his grandmother and aunt, he also felt rather upset.

It seemed like he couldn’t take it anymore and turned his head away.

He saw his sister, who was indifferent to their crying.

At this moment, Song Zhizhi also noticed Song Zhidao•s gaze. She could tell he was unsatisfied with her, so she said, “Zhidao, come with me.”

Song Zhidao gave Qin Ciling and Nie Wenzhi a worried look but still followed Song Zhizhi to the side.

The hospital had a very large outdoor platform. Usually, it was used by patients to air out their clothes and bedding. Today, due to the bad weather, the whole platform seemed even emptier.

Song Zhizhi and Song Zhidao walked to the railing of the outer platform.

Song Zhizhi felt somewhat uneasy.

Because in her previous life, she was mercilessly pushed from a similar place by Yi Wenhan.

She turned her head and looked at her younger brother.

Before she could say anything, Song Zhidao said, “Sister, did you change, or did I just not know you?”

His words were obscure, but it was clear that he had some doubts about her.

She said, “I’ve changed.”

Song Zhidao’s gaze flickered, “Why did you become so indifferent? Dad is in this condition, yet you can remain so calm, so unaffected. Auntie only slept for a little over an hour before rushing to the hospital. She’s been with Dad the whole time, comforting Grandma, but you can…”

“Zhidao,” Song Zhizhi interrupted him, “I’m going to ask you a question that I asked Dad yesterday.”

Song Zhidao furrowed his eyebrows.

“Do you believe me, or do you believe Nie Wenzhi?”

Song Zhidao didn’t know what Song Zhizhi was going to do, and his entire face looked unwell.

“Dad chose to believe me,” Song Zhizhi said.

“What are you trying to say?”

“That is why everything that is happening now is happening,” Song Zhizhi said frankly.

Song Zhidao completely didn’t understand what Song Zhizhi was saying, “Sister, why can’t you say what you want to say directly?” “Dad is fine,” Song Zhizhi said.

Song Zhidao was stunned.

“We are just waiting, for a result!”

A result where Nie Wenzhi will walk into a trap of her own making!