39 : Member of Shen family

 [Classmate 1]: When was this video taken? What's going on here?

[Classmate 2]: Does anyone know the details? I'm so eager to hear this!

[Classmate 3]: This must have been during our first year of high school. It seems like this incident caused quite a stir back then, but it was quickly suppressed, so many people don't know about it.

[Classmate 4]: Chen Zhoumu had just transferred here not long ago. I think it was because of a boy, but I forgot his name.

[Classmate 5]: Actually, I don't know if I should say this or not, but that Teacher Zhu isn't a good person either.

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In the ward, Zhu Mingjing had bandages on his head. Some teachers came to visit him, and some wanted to get involved because of Zhu Mingjing's status.

"If you ask me, Teacher Zhu, you shouldn't have let that student off the hook. Look at how badly you've been beaten; you've lost all your student-like behavior."

"Yeah, Teacher Zhu, we'll all help you this time."

Zhu Mingjing sneered. It's all because the Zhu family and the Zhang family have a recent collaboration, and everyone wants a piece of the action. Back in the first year of high school, things weren't this lively in the ward.

The group chatted and joked. He glanced at their pretentious expressions, but before he could speak, the door was suddenly flung open.

It bounced against the wall with a loud thud, startling everyone inside and attracting the attention of passersby and other patients.

The first few people to enter were tall and wore thin black suits, their expressions serious. They stood on either side.

The clattering sound of footsteps on the tiles came from behind, growing louder.

Finally, a figure entered through the door, upright and tall, wearing a black collared shirt with his high school uniform casually draped over it.

Perhaps because it was a bit hot, her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her fair and slender forearms. Her gaze drifted upwards.

Short, dark hair reached her shoulders, her hands casually tucked into her pockets, her face expressionless as she stared at the person lying on the hospital bed.

Zhu Mingjing was utterly stunned by her beauty; the girl standing at the door was strikingly beautiful, the most perfect face he had ever seen.

Before he could react, he was forcefully pulled off the bed and slammed heavily to the ground. He groaned in pain as the movement tore open the wound on his forehead,

staining the fresh white bandage red.

"You! Who are you?!" Zhu Mingjing cried out in a panic, then glanced at the girl's school uniform: "Which class are you in! Do you know who I am?!"

He glanced to the side, and the teachers who had just been speaking up for him fell silent.

The girl glanced to the side, and the group lifted him from the ground. Zhu Mingjing initially thought they were going to talk to him.

Immediately, a burning pain shot through his cheek, his head buzzing. Zhu Mingjing struggled frantically, trying to tear the people standing not far away to shreds.

"Who are you?! Are you looking for death?!"

"Tsk, so noisy." A cold voice came from ahead, belonging to the girl.

Zhu Mingjing's mouth was immediately covered by a bandage placed on a nearby table.

Shen Yihan kicked him hard, causing him to bend over, only to be lifted up again by someone beside him, followed by another kick.

No one standing inside or outside dared to utter a sound. Some tried to take out their phones to take pictures, but were immediately stopped by those dressed in black.

Shen Yihan slowly approached, and someone lifted Zhu Mingjing's face. He was still struggling slightly: "Who are you?! Perhaps there's some misunderstanding between us..."

"Slap!" A slap landed, this time by Shen Yihan, filled with deep malice.

Zhu Mingjing felt the coldness on his lips, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the ground.

"Ah!! I'm going to kill you!"

Shen Yihan coldly took the handkerchief handed to her and wiped her hands, her eyes filled with deep disgust.

"Zhu Mingjing, you've set your sights on someone you shouldn't have. Do you want to die?"

She hadn't taken the news of Zhu Mingjing's return to Xia City that night seriously, but in the recent photos,

she saw Tang Ze. Being targeted by such a vermin, Shen Yihan felt an indescribable rage. If it weren't for the rule, that night would have been Zhu Mingjing's death anniversary.

A voice came from behind: "Yihan."

Shen Yihan didn't turn around, continuing to stand there coldly until the person behind her walked up to her. The two looked very alike.

Even Zhu Mingjing, who had been beaten half to death, gasped when she saw the person.

The other person was even more refined and aloof, with long, snow-white hair flowing with her movements. No matter how stunning the person was, Zhu Mingjing wasn't drawn to their appearance, but rather to their face.

The current head of the Shen family, Shen Mo.

Her gaze stiffened as she turned to the girl beside her. That person was the successor of the Shen family, Shen Yihan.

Shen Yihan's expression hardened slightly before he spoke, "Brother."

The Shen family was at the very top of the social hierarchy in Beijing, a relationship everyone wanted to climb. No one knew the Shen family would come to Xia City.

Zhu Mingjing hadn't expected to mess with the Shen family either; he only had one thought in his mind:

this time, he was definitely finished.

Shen Mo didn't even glance at Zhu Mingjing standing in front of him, but frowned at Shen Yihan's red palm.

"Tsk, next time, leave this kind of thing to your brother."

He then waved his hand, and several people came from behind him. He turned his head slightly and said, "Take care of him."

Shen Yihan turned and walked outside, saying, "No need, leave him." He paused at the door, adding, "I forgot to mention, this hospital belongs to the Shen family."

He glanced at the group of teachers, "Xia City No. 1 Middle School also belongs to the Shen family."

A group of people came in with great fanfare and then left. The teachers trembled as they grabbed their belongings and ran out without saying goodbye.

No one knew the Shen family would get involved in this matter, nor did they expect the Shen family to side with Chen Zhoumu. What they didn't expect was that Zhu Mingjing, that fool, had provoked the Shen family.

Meanwhile, in Zhou Wei's office,

several people surrounded the boy who had just knocked on the door. The newcomer was seated in a nearby seat.

Song Shi stared at the boy's face for a while; he recognized him—the boy he'd bumped into on his way to the infirmary to get medicine for Chen Zhoumu. The

boy who had spoken at the door was now sitting to the side, staring at the ground for a long time. Zhou Wei sat down next to him and asked him a few questions, but the boy seemed not to hear him.

He Xi couldn't sit still any longer. He walked towards the boy and stopped, his tone somewhat harsh: "Where's the evidence? Show it to me. Don't just sit here motionless."

Hearing this, the boy's eyes flickered, and then his voice trembled as he replied, "Please...give me a little more time, just a moment."

He Xi had been furious these past few days because of the posts and events online. They lacked conclusive evidence, only some scattered information.

Zhu Mingjing was a good actor in front of parents and students, maintaining a friendly teacher image and a decent reputation.

It was difficult to expose his true colors to such people, so very few knew his dark side.

The Zhu family wasn't an insignificant clan; those who knew him had long been dealt with. Now, they finally had a glimmer of hope.

He Xi, who had been standing there, was pulled away by Zhou Wei.

For a long time, no one spoke in the office, only the sound of quiet breathing.

Chen Zhoumu, frustrated by the endless messages on his phone, finally turned it off.

Song Shi glanced at the person sitting beside him, got up, and walked over, the overhead light casting a long shadow.

A voice rang out: "You know me."

It was a statement, and the person who had been sitting trembled slightly, then looked up, his voice trembling with tears: "Yes."

He opened and closed his mouth several times, but Song Shi stared at him expressionlessly. After a long pause, he finally spoke again: "I...I'm from Yangcheng."

The man took a slow, deep breath: "From the art school next to the main school. I was in the alley that day."

They stared at each other for a few seconds, and everyone's eyes turned to them. The man lowered his head and then said, "I can give you the evidence, but you have to guarantee the safety of me and my sister."

"I only have this one condition. I also know that Qi Shun is your master."

Hearing this, Song Shi's eyes flickered, and only then did he truly look at this person: "Who are you?"

"You don't need to worry about it, can you guarantee it?"

Footsteps began to sound behind him, and the man who hadn't spoken for a long time lowered his voice slightly: "Yes."

Chen Zhoumu stood side by side with Song Shi: "The Chen family can guarantee it for you."

The man's view was completely blocked by the two men, casting their shadows on him. After a short pause, he took something out of the innermost pocket of his clothes.

A black USB drive and a transparent bag, inside which were some photos of various sizes.

"This USB drive contains evidence of Zhu Mingjing's money laundering and connections with the Yangcheng gang." After saying this, his hand trembled slightly as he picked up the photos placed aside.

He said somewhat hoarsely, "This..." He paused for half a second, closed his eyes, and then said, "These are some photos that beast took of my sister, which can be used as... evidence of student abuse. Some of the photos show that person's face."

The people standing in the office listened to the man's words, but no one responded.

Song Shi lowered his eyes, then flipped the photos over and pushed them towards the man: "Take this back."

The man smiled upon hearing this: "I know those could put that person in jail, but without this evidence, how do you explain Chen Zhoumu hitting him? Because the other party is laundering money, so he attacked him?"

Before anyone could speak, Zhou Wei, standing to the side, slammed his fist on the table: "Damn beast!" Then he looked at them, his tone firm: "I have to get involved in this matter, no matter what kind of excellent teacher he is."

Zhou Wei also had a daughter, and when he heard the man say those words, he couldn't help himself. He should have investigated sooner, instead of cowering and letting such a villain stay in the school for so long.

Chen Zhoumu looked at the back of the flipped photos, which had "A19" written on them. Zhu Mingjing would rank students based on their temperament, face, figure, and virginity after targeting them.

The highest was S, the lowest was D. He had seen this before among Xie Yimei's belongings. His hands clenched, veins bulging, then he picked up the photos and grabbed the lighter from another table.

He lit it, and it burned to ashes.

The firelight illuminated his face: "No need."

The man stared at the flames, glanced at the person holding the photo, then stood up: "It's fine that it's burned. I've given you the evidence. I hope to hear good news from you."

He turned and left.

Song Shi stared at the man's back, then looked down at the USB drive in his hand. His phone screen flashed; it was a message from Tan Xiuyuan.

TT: [We have evidence.]

S: [Someone just gave us some things. Check them out.]

After leaving the teaching building, the man looked at the still-lit office behind him. His phone, which was in his pocket

, immediately rang. He took it out and answered. The expression on his face had changed. The person on the other end was crying. Then someone knocked the phone to the ground with a loud thud. The person on the other end had changed.

The voice sounded somewhat irritated: "Damn it, Qi Jie, the girl you sent is going to smash my shop today, isn't she?"

He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Brother Lu, I'll be right there. Calm down first."

After hanging up, Qi Jie withdrew the corners of her mouth and walked outside.

In the suburbs of Xia City, the trees beside the road were bent by the fierce wind, some even uprooted. A plane roared overhead.

A black figure walked towards the center, and the people standing on either side immediately surrounded him.

The person at the front handed over a bulging object: "Ms. Qi, here's what you wanted."

Qi Jie took the object and turned to the man: "Sui, do you know who I saw today?"

The man shook his head. The wind blew up the coat of the person standing at the plane's entrance, obscuring his voice: "I saw the guy who used me as target practice when we were kids."

"Stay here and guard him well. Don't let anything go wrong. I don't want him to get hurt right now."

Sui lowered his head and then led the group away from the plane.

After Qi Jie boarded the plane, there was another person inside. That person sat in the back row, head down, looking at his phone, his face cold, his short hair slightly tied back.

"Heh, what a day it is today? Not only did I meet the only son of the Chen family, but also the heir of the Shen family."

Hearing this, Shen Yihan didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on his phone. Tang Ze hadn't sent her a single message since morning. He

was already feeling irritable, and the person standing beside him spoke with a blank expression.

"Shut up."

Qi Jie, sitting to the side, raised an eyebrow slightly. To be honest, he was also in a very bad mood, but he couldn't afford to offend the Shen family right now, so he had to swallow his anger.

After getting off the plane, Shen Yihan walked ahead. Qi Jie watched her being surrounded by a group of people and sneered, "Now the Shen family knows about that gigolo you've been keeping, right? They caused quite a stir in Xia City this time..."

Before he could finish, Qi Jie felt a sharp pain in his ear. The sound of wind whistling past was extremely close, followed by a sharp metallic clang.

Blood began to seep from his torn ear, trickling down his earlobe. He stared straight at the person not far away.

Shen Yihan casually tossed the gun in his hand to the person beside him, looking at him expressionlessly, then turned and left.

Qi Jie touched his stinging ear and twitched his slightly stiff lips: "Damn it."

His phone rang violently again. He answered expressionlessly, and a barrage of insults came from the other end: "You're asking for it, aren't you? How long has it been?"

Qi Jie sneered, staring at the departing car. His tone, though gentle, remained calm: "Brother Lu, I'm coming right away. Forgive me this time; I've brought you a big gift."

At three in the morning, in the area of ​​Chung Ying Street in the southern region, bordering the boundary marker, the crowd had dwindled to almost nothing.

A loud bang startled a few birds flying by, shattering the tranquility.

People who had been smoking on the street immediately extinguished their cigarettes and moved away.

Not far away, a group of burly men dressed in black surrounded the area. They stood firmly, guns in their hands, while the man in the middle wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

No one dared to disturb them, much less approach. Screams had been

echoing from the shop behind the man in the middle, but no one dared to open the door to see what was happening.

Qi Jie kicked a corpse at his feet, and people immediately began to clean it up. He looked down at the stiff man still staring at him with wide eyes.

His tone was cold: "Brother Lu, are you satisfied with this gift?"

He walked away without looking back: "Don't leave any traces."

"Fine."

In the morning, Song Shi opened his eyes. His phone, which was lying to the side, vibrated for a while. After a long time, he reached for it. There was a message on the other end.

TT: [The evidence is fine, but the person who can get this evidence from Zhu Mingjing is definitely not simple.]

TT: [Who gave you these things? Do you know them?]

He stared at his phone for a long time before typing a reply: [I don't know them. They said they're from Yangcheng.]

A while later, the other end sent a message:

TT: [I understand.]

In the dimly lit room, the man leaned back on the sofa. His face, which had just been washed, was wet, running down his back and inside his clothes. A cigarette was dangling from his hand.

His face was partially obscured by the swirling smoke. His long hair was draped over his shoulders, his back was broad, and his legs were casually propped up on the table in front of him.

He was looking at the woman standing in front of the glass not far away.

The person in front of her casually wore a red coat that reached past her hips, yet it didn't make her look bulky. Long, wavy hair cascaded down her back.

Even from behind, her beauty was undeniable. She turned slightly; time hadn't left many marks on her face; she was still as beautiful as ever.

The man parted his lips slightly: "Shu, how much longer?"

She chuckled softly, her slender fingers holding a thin cigarette as well. She then walked to the table and picked up the photograph.

The two boys in the photo were laughing happily; the wind ruffled their hair, revealing one of their smooth foreheads. Neon lights streamed in, illuminating the woman's profile.

Her index finger unconsciously traced the side of the photograph before she answered, "Soon, very soon."

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