DF Chapter 79
by VolareChapter 79 Auntie Song is a Mother in a Greenhouse
Sheng Jia woke up at noon the next day, the intense pain in her arm being the biggest factor interrupting her deep sleep.
The direction of the chandelier falling was slightly off from what she had anticipated. Now half of her arm was in a cast, and countless small wounds on her face and back were waiting to be bandaged.
The sunlight outside the window was a bit glaring. Hai Yao was close to the Tropic of Cancer, and the weather in June was already humid and hot. These past few days were a rare stretch of sunny weather.
When Sheng Jia opened her eyes, she saw Song Ji’an’s face, a mixture of surprise and joy.
She clearly hadn’t slept all night. Her usually rosy face was now a bit haggard, and her eyes were filled with red veins.
“Sheng Jia? You’re awake? You’ve been unconscious for a whole day. The doctor kept telling me not to worry, not to worry, but you wouldn’t wake up, I was so worried.”
She suddenly stood up, holding the apple she had been absentmindedly peeling, and walked over. Then, she couldn’t help but let tears fall. “Did you have to be so heroic? Did you have to push me away from danger like that? When I first met you, you definitely weren’t this kind of selfless person. What would I do if something happened to you?”
Sheng Jia raised her head to look at the ceiling. Her vision blurred for a moment before clearing again. Song Ji’an’s small complaints made her silent for a moment.
“I just didn’t have time to dodge. You don’t have to think of it as me saving you.”
After not waking up for a whole day, besides her voice being a little hoarse, her lips and throat didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. She knew that Song Ji’an must have taken care of her very carefully for a long time, paying attention to even the smallest details.
But if Sheng Jia had to say who she least wanted to see after waking up, it would probably only be Song Ji’an.
She had the courage to face everyone else, but only with Song Ji’an could she not help but feel guilty the moment she saw her.
She didn’t want to have such weak emotions, but when she met Song Ji’an’s unknowing, genuinely worried gaze, probably even the most cold-hearted person couldn’t remain unmoved.
So, she could only softly say, “Song Ji’an, you must never thank me.”
Song Ji’an didn’t understand her hidden meaning. She just found a chair to sit down, saying with a nasal voice, “You saved me this time, how can I not thank you? Do you know how serious your injuries were? Your arm will be in a cast for at least two months, and if it was off by a bit more, it would have been completely broken, beyond repair.”
No, the route she had calculated, the plan she had personally made, how could she really let her arm be ruined? At most, it would just be accompanied by a few months of pain.
Sheng Jia thought, lowering her eyes.
“I want to make a pact with you, I won’t allow you to do this kind of thing again next time.” Song Ji’an’s expression became a bit more serious. “If something happens to you while saving me, I will be stuck in self-blame for the rest of my life. Please protect your own life first in any situation.”
“There won’t be a next time.” Sheng Jia stared at her and said slowly.
There probably really wouldn’t be such an opportunity in the future.
Julia and Meng Yeran were still here the day before yesterday, but they stayed until yesterday. One was put on a private plane back to Northern Europe by Grandola, and the other was dragged back by her old lady to deal with matters at the auction house. Only Song Ji’an was unwilling to leave, staying for a day and two nights.
Fu Minglang and Song Ningqiu came to see Sheng Jia in the middle of it, but they only stayed for a short while before leaving in a hurry, especially Song Ningqiu. The time she could stay in Hai Yao was already very tight, and she had already taken a plane to Shanghai last night to attend this entrepreneur summit.
Sheng Jia understood the situation of the past two days while she was unconscious and persuaded Song Ji’an, who was still unwilling, to go back to the hotel to rest.
“If you stay here for too long, I will feel guilty,” Sheng Jia said, “Aren’t you afraid of ruining your health? Do you want to make me feel guilty too?”
Sure enough, as soon as she said this, Song Ji’an immediately hesitated and left, only saying before leaving: “Call me if anything happens, I will answer immediately and come find you. I’m only going back to sleep for five hours, I will definitely be back with food on time by six o’clock in the evening to accompany you. If you need to go to the bathroom or have other needs, you can press the bed bell above your head, don’t be afraid of bothering me.”
She gave instructions repetitively, until Sheng Jia waved her hand again, and then she turned around and left.
When her figure finally disappeared completely, Sheng Jia leaned against the bed, slightly lost in thought, and even felt a sense of relief.
Now, everything was calm and peaceful, like a reflection in the water or a flower in a mirror, more like the calm before the storm. And the creator of this storm could only become a qualified, calm eye of the storm after Song Ji’an left.
Sheng Jia didn’t wait too long. The news of her waking up couldn’t be hidden from anyone. At 2:30 in the afternoon, Fu Minglang appeared in front of her hospital room.
There was no expression on Madam Fu’s face, only letting Ru Ping guard outside the door, pushing the door open and slowly walking in.
Sheng Jia took the initiative to greet her, “You’ve come?”
Fu Minglang slightly nodded, pulled open the armchair, and then threw a document onto Sheng Jia’s blanket.
“The Meng family has been thoroughly investigating the chandelier falling at the Opter auction these past two days,” she said concisely, “The safety of the Meng family’s manor generally can’t be a problem. Especially something like a chandelier that could endanger the lives of guests and hangs overhead, it undergoes four to five safety inspections before each auction.”
“In the fracture report of the chandelier, there were charred traces on the fracture surface. The welded iron hook melted after the chandelier was lit and heated, causing it to fall. And a corrosive chemical agent like sulfuric acid was poured on the welding point. This must be a man-made accident.”
“The Meng family followed the clues and investigated an temporary employee inside the manor. He appeared to be a so-called honest person, but in reality, he often had comments showing resentment towards the rich and hatred towards women. Recently, he posted many ideas about murdering rich people online. Later, in the police station, he confessed to his behavior. The clues seemed to end there.”
“But the Meng family continued to investigate further and found that his wages were all transferred to a friend of his, and that friend’s account had a payment from abroad. The account that paid the money happened to be a bank located in the headquarters of Opter.”
Sheng Jia raised her head to look at her, and asked with a smile: “So, the mastermind behind this accident is likely someone from the Opter family?”
“Stop pretending,” Fu Minglang closed her eyes, feeling that she would be driven to death by her sooner or later. She pinched her brow, and said sarcastically: “Didn’t the clever Miss Sheng Jia already know about this? Even earlier than us stupid rich people.”
“How exactly did you do it?” She asked in a deep voice.
Originally, she thought that this accident was likely a trap set by Sheng Jia. But as the clues were investigated to now, it was clear that this was caused by the internal strife of the Opter family. Even if Sheng Jia had great abilities, could she possibly have any connection with the Opter family, who had just entered the domestic market?
This was too absurd, impossible to think about even with her toes.
“Madam Fu, I thought you were here today to question me.” Sheng Jia asked instead of answering.
“Am I not questioning you now?” Fu Minglang said lightly.
“Is that so? Your tone now makes me think you’re chatting with me.” Sheng Jia smiled, “I’m very grateful that you were willing to cooperate with me at the auction.”
Fu Minglang knew that Sheng Jia would definitely not tell her how she did it.
Thinking of the energy and worries she had spent these past two days, she almost laughed in anger. “Do you know that the Meng family, the Song family, and Opter are all in chaos right now? How do you plan to deal with this?”
“What does this have to do with me?” Sheng Jia pointed to her arm with her good finger, her face full of innocence, “I am a complete victim.”
“Stop pretending,” Fu Minglang slapped her hand down, and said helplessly: “Why did you have to use such a drastic method? You were so seriously injured, what if something really happened?”
“And it’s not just you who was in danger, if something happened to Ji’an, could you be at ease?”
If there was anger and annoyance, it was naturally directed at Sheng Jia’s crazy behavior, but after two whole days had passed, and seeing Sheng Jia’s pale face again, the pent-up anger had basically subsided.
Now, most of what remained was probably worry and pride.
Being so decisive and ruthless at such a young age was indeed something that was enough to make an elder gratified.
“Is doing this really the only way to get what you want?”
What Sheng Jia wanted to do had already been done. No matter how much Fu Minglang wanted to question her, it wouldn’t change the situation. At most, in another two days, Song Ningqiu would likely be able to find out the truth. By then, everything would likely be turned upside down.
Sheng Jia was clearly forcing Song Ningqiu to make a choice by doing this.
Song Ningqiu wasn’t stupid. After figuring out the truth, she would quickly understand what Sheng Jia had done.
If Song Ningqiu came to question her by then, how would Sheng Jia deal with it?
Perhaps she had her own ideas and preparations.
But Fu Minglang was still very worried that this mother and daughter, who had not yet recognized each other, might have a fierce argument on some future day.
She herself, or perhaps Song Yumei, would appreciate Sheng Jia’s personality.
They were both natural superiors, and even more so natural strong individuals, keen on controlling everything, and would only feel excited and pleased about the frequent schemes.
But Song Ningqiu was different. She was too righteous.
When she saw through Sheng Jia’s true face, it was very likely that she would not be able to accept that her daughter would have such a personality, unless Sheng Jia could act for the rest of her life.
Just like Song Yumei, she had never shown too many of her dark sides in front of her daughter, allowing Song Ningqiu to grow up in the sunlight, and rarely showing any flaws throughout her life.
As a result, in Song Ningqiu’s heart, she was always tall, heroic, and her eternal role model.
But would Sheng Jia?
The answer was obvious, she was the rising sun, an ambitious young person, she hated being secretive. Even in the Sheng family, she was trying her best to be herself.
Sooner or later, Sheng Jia would show Song Ningqiu what kind of person she was, in her entirety.
Sheng Jia lowered her eyes slightly, and after a long while, she said: “I didn’t want to put Song Ji’an in danger. Her being with me was the only accident in my plan.”
She didn’t know that Song Ningqiu would also go to Opter’s lounge at the same time, and conveniently call Song Ji’an over as well.
But this also made her temporarily decide to change her plan, to keep Song Ji’an safe and sound, and to reveal everything in a more drastic way.
As for whether this was the only method, of course it wasn’t.
But Sheng Jia had endured for too long.
She had endured for a full three years since she knew about this. Even the most calm person would have times when they wanted to vent madly.
“Is that the point? You say you didn’t want to put Song Ji’an in danger, do you think others will believe it?” Fu Minglang said bluntly: “Or to put it more directly, do you think Song Ningqiu, who has found out everything, will believe it?”
Hearing this, Sheng Jia looked at Fu Minglang with a concentrated gaze, and suddenly smiled, “You think Auntie Song is a mother in a greenhouse, don’t you?”
“You and Madam Song Yumei have been taking care of her since she was little. Even if you think she’s too righteous and inflexible in your mouths, you actually treat her like a child from the bottom of your hearts. Even though she’s now been in charge of Song’s for many years and has experienced countless storms, in your eyes, she’s still the child who needs you and Madam Song Yumei to shield her from the wind and rain when she was little. You think she can’t see the darkness, and can’t accept the darkness.”
“But is she really like that? Could it be that you are blinded by being too close to the situation?”
Sheng Jia’s rhetorical question made Fu Minglang slightly stunned.
“Perhaps we can wait and see?” Sheng Jia slowly ate a piece of fruit from the fruit plate, adding a bit of moisture to her dry throat. “How about I make a bet with you? I bet that even if Auntie Song knows my true colors, she will accept everything about me.”
“You are very confident.”
Fu Minglang used an affirmative sentence.
Her sharp gaze met Sheng Jia’s, and she suddenly realized that her understanding of Sheng Jia might not be as much as she thought.
But this bet made her feel very interesting.
So she accepted the bet.
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The Shanghai Summit was to be held for three days. Song Ningqiu arrived here one day in advance in order to personally inspect Song’s Heavy Industry’s booth before it started.
The weather in Shanghai was completely different from that in Hai Yao. The rain outside the window was falling as if the dome had a hole in it. Even if she was fully armed when she returned from the venue, she couldn’t stop the moisture from getting on her body.
The two tasks she had instructed Liu Xing and Wang Huiqiu to do had not yet brought back news to her. After all, the information was vast and complex, and it was impossible to get results so quickly.
But what arrived on her desk one step faster than the investigation of these two relationships was another report – a kinship Identification report.
The person who sent it was the head nurse who drew her blood that day.
“President Song, the report you wanted has been sent to your room via fax. In addition to your copy, all remaining data has been destroyed,” the head nurse’s message paused here. “What you asked me to do at the beginning was a kinship report, but the results may be different from what you expected. Perhaps you need to be a little mentally prepared.”
The message ended completely here.
Song Ningqiu walked to the fax machine, where a stack of A4 paper had already piled up.
Using other people’s hair for identification without permission was not a compliant act, but on the day of the blood test, Song Ningqiu still bought off the head nurse with a higher reward when she asked for help in the family group.
She wanted a kinship identification report so that she could figure out in advance whether Sheng Jia had any kinship with her, and how much, so that it would be easier to investigate in the future.
No one knew about this except for the two parties involved.
And now, the report was already in front of her, but Song Ningqiu didn’t know why, the hand that was about to open it hesitated.
Her heart, which had been trained to be stable over the years, actually had a bit of acceleration due to an unknown nervousness. The head nurse’s sentence “be mentally prepared” made her a little curious about the result.
But she was still Song Ningqiu after all, and did not hesitate for too long, and opened this report in one fell swoop.