Zhang Wenying was in utter despair at this point, and if possible, she truly wished she could just die.
"Have you calmed down?" Hao Jian asked with a smile.
At his words, Zhang Wenying was startled, then finally could no longer hold back her sorrowful emotions and burst into tears.
"She’s crying, crying is good!" Seeing this, Old Zhang and his wife were extremely agitated. For the past few days, Zhang Wenying had been neither eating nor drinking and showed neither happiness nor sadness, just like a walking corpse.
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They had actually been hoping that Zhang Wenying would have a good cry, so at least her sadness could be released.
Psychology says that if people don’t vent their repressed emotions, it can cause great psychological trauma, which might lead to the situation at hand, where Zhang Wenying’s depression had nowhere to go, resulting in her suicide attempt.
But now, Zhang Wenying finally cried, shedding tears—the only way humans can vent their sadness. As long as there are still tears to cry, it means everything is not too late.
"You know very well what Xuanye’s abandonment really was all about, but you just refuse to accept it. That’s why you’ve been taking all your anger out on your parents. Do you realize how messed up that is? You grovel before someone who doesn’t love you, yet you hurt those who do. Your parents might not be able to give you the best, but they’ve given you everything they have. If you can’t be grateful for that, then go ahead and jump again, and next time I won’t save you."
With that, Hao Jian no longer paid attention to the stunned Zhang Wenying and walked towards Old Zhang and his wife.
Zhang Wenying was stunned for a moment, then covered her face and ran upstairs, crying.
Old Zhang and his wife wanted to follow but were stopped by Hao Jian, "Let her think things through by herself. If she doesn’t, today’s events will happen again. You can’t save someone who is determined to die, just like you can’t wake someone who is pretending to be asleep."
Hearing this, Old Zhang and his wife couldn’t help but sigh with helplessness. They also knew that they were out of options now; only Zhang Wenying herself could come to an understanding.
All they could hope was for Hao Jian to shock Zhang Wenying into awakening.
"Now, let’s head to the police station," Hao Jian told Old Zhang and his wife.
"To the police station? What for?" Old Zhang and his wife asked in confusion.
"Of course, for revenge. I want to see who the hell dares to release the person I want to catch!" Hao Jian exclaimed angrily.
Old Zhang was startled, and then couldn’t help but show a gleeful expression. Hao Jian was planning to stand up for them!
"Motherfucker, who messed up my car like this?" Just then, a piercing voice came from not far away.
A gaunt young man with a voluptuous woman in tow came over. The young man seemed to be in his forties, about 1.6 meters tall, so skinny that he was practically all skin and bones, and appeared to be malnourished.
The woman beside him was significantly taller, standing at 1.8 meters with a sexy dress on, giving off a vibe of flaunting her sex appeal. She was clearly the type of woman that could be a model.
Seeing his car wrecked, the youth was immediately enraged. They had merely passed by to shop, and upon returning, found their car in such a state, which left him filled with rage.
Upon seeing this man, Huang Zhijun’s heart tightened, and he nervously murmured to Hao Jian, "Be careful, this guy is called Song Chunlai, and he wields a lot of power in Hua City. Even our fire department chief has to watch his face. You mustn’t admit to wrecking his car; otherwise, he’ll destroy you!"
Huang Zhijun rarely encountered men as daring as Hao Jian and naturally did not want him to fall victim to Song Chunlai.
"Huang Zhijun? Get your ass over here!" At that moment, Song Chunlai also spotted Huang Zhijun and barked at him. Explore more at Freewebnovel
Since Song Chunlai was friends with Huang Zhijun’s immediate superior, he naturally recognized Huang Zhijun. Seeing his car in such a state while Huang Zhijun’s team was present, Song Chunlai was sure Huang Zhijun would know what had happened.
Huang Zhijun gave Hao Jian a look that said "You must not admit to it at all costs," before he plastered a smile on his face and went to greet him.
At that moment, Huang Zhijun was also feeling a bitter taste in his mouth. Who would have thought that the car belonged to Song Chunlai? Wasn’t this coincidence a bit too uncanny?
"Brother Lai, what a coincidence, you’re here too?" Huang Zhijun said ingratiatingly.
Song Chunlai frowned, "Cut the goddamn crap. Tell me! Who messed up my car? Was it you?"
"No, no, of course not. How could I dare to touch Brother Lai’s car?" Huang Zhijun said sycophantically. Although Huang Zhijun was a hot-blooded man, what could he do? Aside from being a man of passion, he was also someone’s son, husband, father, so he didn’t dare to offend Song Chunlai, lest he lose his job.
"Then who the fuck did it?" Song Chunlai asked impatiently, as if he was close to slapping Huang Zhijun.
He didn’t take even Huang Zhijun’s immediate superior seriously, let alone Huang Zhijun himself.
"I, I don’t know either," Huang Zhijun lied, with a bitter smile on his lips.
"Slap!"
Song Chunlai viciously slapped Huang Zhijun across the face, grinding his teeth as he said, "Do you fucking think I’m an idiot, huh? You don’t know? There had to have been a lot of noise when my car got smashed up like this! Your guys were here the whole time and didn’t see who hit my car?"
"My people didn’t see anything either," Huang Zhijun said as he covered his face, trying to defend himself. Although he was flushed with anger, he loyally did not betray Hao Jian.
Seeing him being this way, his subordinates, one after another, dared not make a sound.
They could tell that Huang Zhijun wanted to protect Hao Jian, and they all knew Hao Jian hadn’t done anything wrong. After all, human life is at stake; it was understandable that Hao Jian did what he did.
They even felt some admiration for Hao Jian because he had done something they didn’t have the courage to do.
Since they hadn’t done anything, and it wasn’t them who had saved the person, what they could do now was to keep this secret for Hao Jian and help him get past this tough spot.
Song Chunlai gave another vicious slap, his eyes filled with angry bloodshot veins as if he was about to devour someone, staring down Huang Zhijun fiercely, "Do you fucking know they didn’t see anything without even asking?"
This scene looked rather comical. Huang Zhijun stood two meters tall, whereas Song Chunlai was only one meter sixty, so to reach up to hit Huang Zhijun, he had to stand on tiptoes, looking like a dwarf against a giant.
It was only then that Huang Zhijun turned his head and pretended to shout at the crowd, "You didn’t see who smashed Brother Lai’s car either?"
"No!"
The firefighters shook their heads in unison.
"Fuck!"
Song Chunlai, driven by rage, kicked Huang Zhijun in the back, knocking him to the ground, his expression turning utterly ferocious, "You think you’re clowning me, do you?"
It was obvious to him that Huang Zhijun was deliberately protecting the perpetrator. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have claimed not to have seen anything without even asking. These firefighters had been here the whole time; how could they possibly not have seen anything? And Huang Zhijun’s feigned questioning was nothing more than an attempt to fob him off.
If Song Chunlai was so easily fooled, he wouldn’t have made it to where he was now.
So, he got pissed off. Although he didn’t know why Huang Zhijun was lying to him, he was certain Huang Zhijun was deceiving him!
After knocking Huang Zhijun to the ground, Song Chunlai pounded him with his fists and feet, shouting, "I’ll beat your fucking ass silent! I’ll beat you to death, you damn mutt!"
Soon Huang Zhijun was bleeding from his head, hanging it in shame while allowing Song Chunlai’s punches to fall like rain, not fighting back.
Given his size, he could have crippled Song Chunlai in a matter of minutes, but he knew that Song Chunlai was not someone he could afford to mess with, so all he could do was endure it.
Now, all Huang Zhijun could do was pray that Song Chunlai would vent his anger soon and then let the matter go. Taking a beating was worth it to save a good person!
Meanwhile, a cold light swept through Hao Jian’s eyes as he approached Song Chunlai.
Song Chunlai was still beating Huang Zhijun and had even picked up a brick from nearby, ready to give Huang Zhijun a harsh lesson.
Being powerful, dealing with a small fry like Huang Zhijun was all just fun and games for Song Chunlai. Flicking the brick in his hand, he looked at Huang Zhijun with a menacing gaze, "You spineless cur, you think you’re tough? I’m telling you, unless you cough up that person today, I’m going to crack your skull open!"
Huang Zhijun just gave Song Chunlai a cold look and said indifferently, "I. Don’t. Know."
"Alright, alright, go die then, you spineless cur!" Finally, Song Chunlai lost his temper, swung the brick, and went for the kill.
"Bang!"
The brick shattered, making a loud noise.
However, it wasn’t Huang Zhijun’s head that it fell upon, but rather onto Hao Jian’s fist.
"You…" Seeing Hao Jian break his brick with a punch, even Song Chunlai was taken aback.
"Brother Hao Jian, why did you come out? Oh no, get back inside!" When Huang Zhijun saw Hao Jian come out to save him, he was not only far from happy but also extremely anxious. In his view, Hao Jian coming out at this time not only couldn’t save him but also might end up getting himself in trouble too. Then Huang’s beating would have been for nothing.
"The trouble I caused, I have no reason to let you take the fall for it. And if I don’t come out now, you’d probably end up in the hospital for several months," Hao Jian said.
He had only just met Huang Zhijun, and Huang was willing to go to such lengths for him, which had already moved him deeply. He couldn’t just stand by and watch Huang Zhijun get beaten.
"A few months lying down doesn’t matter. A man should be able to take some knocks. Get out of here!" Huang Zhijun chided Hao Jian irritably, full of urgency. He feared that once Song Chunlai noticed Hao Jian, Hao wouldn’t be able to leave at all.
"Who the fuck are you?" Song Chunlai, looking impatient, glared at Hao Jian, clearly very displeased that Hao dared to intervene in his business with Huang Zhijun.