MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 34

To be pushed forward, or to be smashed and destroyed by a big wave, is just luck. 】

The lawsuit between Chang Xingze, Xiang Ping and me finally came to a verdict. As lawyer Wu expected, the two lost badly. Not only did the verdict constitute reputation infringement and vicious competition for me, but I needed to compensate me a huge amount of money. A series of expenses such as reputation damage fees, and a statement of apology to me published in amber and newspapers.

Liang Qiuyang liked the news after seeing the news on the social platform. He is now the top traffic, and he can get tens of millions of retweets every day just by clockwork. After he fermented this, he quickly entered the top ten of hot searches.

The number of followers in my live broadcast room has increased by hundreds or thousands every minute, and the apology video uploaded by Chang Xingze in Amber has even more clicks than Amber in the past.

In the video, his face is haggard, his complexion is dull, and he holds a chapter of manuscript paper in his hand, and his tone is unwavering. One can tell at a glance how reluctant he is and how unwilling he is.

"I solemnly express my most sincere apologies to Mr. Ning Yu, because my own momentary fault has caused great damage to Mr. Ning Yu's reputation. This is something I did not expect, and I do not I would like to see it. The competition two years ago and the recent publicity on the Internet that Mr. Ning Yu was a plagiarism were all done by my former partner Xiang Ping, and I didn’t know it at all. Although now we have Divorce, but I will not shirk responsibility, and I will still share the judgment with him. I hope Mr. Ning Yu can forgive us, thank you. "

After reading the manuscript, he immediately put it down, leaned back with an ugly face, and the video ended here.

The comments are all scolding him for being insincere. To this point, he still looks like a young master, and he does not repent at all. But I know he should be at the limit, bowing his head and apologizing to me, a former defeat, is simply grinding his self-esteem under his feet. When watching the video, I even thought he was going to flip the table in front of him at the last second.

"Wow, I'm so happy to see the green tea o eat deflated, I liked his apology video again today!" Liang Qiuyang called to say hello, and wentssip with me by the way, "But he It's also true, he kicked Xiang Ping as soon as something happened, I searched it today, and he seems to have taken away all the children."

I didn't feel good when I heard it: "He's also really cruel."

"I'm not surprised that he would do this, even a little bit expected. It's better to take it off. With parents like them, I'm worried for this child." Liang Qiuyang sighed in an old-fashioned manner. Tone, "Not everyone can be a qualified parent."

What he said was on point. Indeed, neither Chang Xingze nor Xiang Ping seemed to be able to be good "parents".

"That's true."

Liang Qiuyang called me at 8:00 in the morning. He was going somewhere to catch an announcement, and it happened to be empty. He didn't care if I was sleeping or not, a phone call woke me up.

While chatting with him, I went to the bathroom to wash up. When brushing my teeth, I put my phone on the sink and turned on the speaker to listen to him.

"Do you know Wu Qian?"

I spit out the foam in my mouth: "I know, a famous female star."

Although I don’t usually pay attention to the entertainment industry, but posters like Wu Qian are all over the streets, endorsement products can cover all aspects of your life, and I don’t know all the female stars who have continuous film and television works. Disaster.

"I want to correct you, she is not only famous now, she is one of the biggest top actresses in the industry right now."

Wring out the towel and preparing to wipe my face, I paused for a second when I heard his words and asked him: "So what? What happened to her?"

"She's been green!" Liang Qiuyang lowered his voice and couldn't hide his excitement, "She has been with her rich second-generation boyfriend for several years, and the other party's family has never recognized her, but last year there were some It's loosened, and this year there was news that she was finally going to marry into a wealthy family, but on the eve of the engagement banquet, his boyfriend actually tagged another omega."

I didn't expect such an explosive gossip, and I was also a little shocked: "How could... his boyfriend went somewhere and didn't wear a bite stopper? The other Omega didn't wear a collar?"

Some public places are now patrolled by sniffer dogs, and the omega's collar will also send out alerts when estrus is approaching. If it hadn't been designed by someone like Luo Qinghe and Xia Qiao, accidents like mislabeling would have been rare.

"I don't know the specifics. Her boyfriend's family is said to be super rich, and he is a giant in the energy industry. There must be many people coveted by such a wealthy boy, and he is too lighthearted. The first few I also saw Wu Qian at an event every day, and she was in a very bad state, losing about ten pounds in a few months." Liang Qiuyang sighed, "The only consolation now is that she didn't admit it because of her career. I have a boyfriend who wants to get engaged, otherwise it will be even worse now."

Marking is irreversible and valid for a lifetime. There is no other way but to swallow the pain in tears.

"Energy giant?" Facing the mirror, she slightly tidied her sleepy hair, and when she saw the scabbed wound at the corner of her mouth, she couldn't help but gently caress it with her fingertips.

As if pressing a memory switch, many pictures flashed in my mind instantly. The hot kiss, the firm chest, the rolling Adam's apple, and the irrepressible, messy, wet breath.

"Looks like the last name is Nguyen."

Liang Qiuyang's voice woke me up all of a sudden, I put down my fingers in a panic, didn't dare to look at the reflection in the mirror again, and went out the door listening to the phone. When he came to the corner, he almost collided with a servant.

"Yes, sorry, Mr. Ning."

Song Bailao's study has always been locked with fingerprint locks. Usually, the servants are not allowed to enter and clean. Why is it open today?

"I have something to do here, let's talk later." I said to Liang Qiuyang and hung up the phone.

Gently open the door, the curtains in the study are drawn to both sides, the sun shines in, and the room is bright.

Song Bailao's laptop was not on the table, he should have taken it to Xia Sheng with him.

The windows were clear, and there seemed to be nothing wrong, but I had an indescribably weird premonition that another person had been here before me.

The more I thought about it, the more wrong I became. I closed the study door again and called Ning Shi.

"Did you send someone to steal?"

Ning Shi seemed to have just woken up from her sleep, and was robbed by me for a while, a little unhappy: "Why did you call so early in the morning?"

I continued to ask: "It's what you said last time, you see I won't do it, so I found someone else to do it, right?"

The servant who hit the corner was probably bought by Ning Shi. She might have searched the study room but couldn't find anything useful. She was about to come out when she heard my phone call, and hurriedly did not close the door, which is why she revealed her fault.

"I don't know what you said." She didn't admit it, and yawned lazily, "Have you been under too much stress recently and lost your mind?"

I held the phone tightly, knowing that she was beaten to death and would not admit it, so I hung up the phone through gritted teeth.

I asked Sister Nine to fire the servant.

Sister Jiu was surprised and asked me if the other party did something wrong.

"I don't think she's a good fit here."

I didn't say anything, I just gave her a reason that wasn't a reason.

Sister 9 choked and nodded at me helplessly: "I see."

She did things neatly. After I agreed, she went to do it immediately, and the servant went down the mountain at noon.

Song Mo sneezed several times during lunch, and coughed a little. It must be a cold. I asked sister-in-law nine to closely monitor his temperature, and if he had a fever, he would go to the doctor.

After dinner, I went upstairs to take a shower. When I came out again, Sister-in-law Nine told me that Song Bailao was back.

Song Bailao won't be home until 90 o'clock in the evening these days. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the study, looking very busy. I came back at seven o'clock today, which is rare.

"Where's Momo?" After looking around, I couldn't find Song Mo. I thought Sister Nine coaxed him to sleep early after seeing that he was not in good health today. It is said that Song Bailao dragged Song Mo into the study as soon as he came back and asked him to test his homework.

"School homework?"

I thought Song Bailao could at most test addition and subtraction within 100, memorize the alphabet, play a simple piano piece, etc. But Sister-in-law Jiu shook her head and whispered, "Mr. is very demanding of the young master. If the young master can't answer the question he asked, he will be punished for standing in the corner."

I was a little worried when I heard it. Today, Song Mo was not in a good state. Song Bailao had a quick temper and a stinky face. I don't know if something will happen.

Just thinking about this, a loud cry broke out in the study, and it was Song Mo's.

I was in a hurry, so I rushed upstairs in three and two steps, and knocked on the study door.

After a while, Song Bailao came over to open the door, revealing half of his body, blocking the door so that I could not see what was inside.

"What?"

Without the barrier, Song Mo's cry became clearer, but it was no longer loud, just a low sob. Very sad, and very pitiful.

My heart was pulled up by him crying: "Don't take the test today, let Momo rest."

I pushed him on the chest, trying to get him out of the way, but he didn't move.

"Are you doing too much?" He grabbed my wrist and let go.

I looked him straight in the eyes and didn't back down: "He's not feeling well today."

Song Bailao did not give in at all: "He was not born for comfort and pleasure."

What he said was very unreasonable.

"No one is born to endure hardship. Strictness is good, but you are too strict with him. He is your son, not your staff."

Don't do superfluous things."

Starting again. What he wants to reveal every once in a while is his malice towards me.

It's like there is a cycle that can't be seen and understood but does exist, or a "thunder point", I stepped on it on this "special day", I need to be well prepared Ready to be fried to pieces.

Whether I can get along well depends not only on his mood, but also on whether I am sensible enough. If I follow him and just be a submissive marriage partner, he can still talk to me calmly. But whenever I showed a little bit of disobedience, he would rage and show offended displeasure.

In general, I have no right to say "no" to him.

He is completely dictatorial, he is high, and I can only obey him and depend on him, just like the other alphas and their betas. Not even as good as them. After all, those betas don't have any stains that can't be washed away, but I have a huge sin in Song Bolao's mind.

"I'm your legal partner, isn't that enough?"

He was unmoved: "No, he can't sleep until he finishes the text today."

I saw that he was about to close the door again, and hurriedly said: "What's the difference between you and Luo Qinghe?"

Song Bailao was stunned when he heard the words, his face quickly turned blue: "What did you say."

I don't want to quarrel with him at the door of the study, in front of Song Mo, but maybe it's been too long, and some words can't be taken away even if I want to.

"Don't you realize that you are almost exactly like Luo Qinghe sometimes? His indifference, violence, and strictness towards you that you hate, you accept them all and put them on your own children. If you think you've grown up like this, he should have grown up like that. You don't have a good father, so don't give him a good father."

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Bailao's hand that was holding the door frame gradually tightened, revealing his distinct knuckles. Although I was very scared, I had to say something, even if I was punched to the ground by him the next moment, I would recognize it.

Song Bailao didn't throw a fist at me, but what he said was "violence" in another sense.

He leaned over to my ear, his voice was cold and harsh: "It sounds like you are a good father, but unfortunately I will never let you have a child of your own."

He has said this many times, and I have listened to it many times, but only this time made me feel a kind of "disappointment". This kind of emotion is not directed at the matter of "not being able to give birth to Song Bolao's child", but directly at Song Bolao himself.

I twitched my eyelashes: "If...if you and I really had a child, would you not love him because you hate me?"

"Yes." Song Bailao looked at me and said without hesitation.

I took a step back, watching him speechless.

At this moment, behind Song Bailao, Song Mo's voice whimpered.

"Dad, I will carry it, I will carry it, you don't quarrel."

Song Bailao turned around, revealing a narrow slit, I saw Song Mo tugging at his trousers, crying so much that his face was full of tears, even his neck was red.

One of them lowered their eyes, the other looked up, and looked at each other for a long time.

Finally, Song Bailao closed his eyes and opened the door further.

"I will test you tomorrow, if you still can't memorize it..." He paused abruptly, "You will be fined ten times."

Song Mo hiccupped and nodded: "Okay...Okay."

Song Bailao looked at me as if he had made a big concession: "Are you satisfied now?"

Song Moqian loosened his pants and ran towards me at a trot.

I squatted down and hugged him into my arms, he buried his face in my shoulder, and his body was still crying.

.

I sent Song Mo to the bed and covered him with the quilt. Although he stopped crying, his eyes were still red and his nasal voice was heavy.

"Mom, are you going to get a divorce?" He cuddled in the pillow, clutching his quilt tightly with both hands, looking very uneasy.

I didn't expect him to ask such a question, and I was a little caught off guard.

"…no." I stroked his hair.

"Really?"

"Hmm."

To divert his attention, I quickly diverted the subject.

"When you're healthy, I'll take you to the amusement park, okay?"

"Okay." Song Mo finally smiled.