A heartthrob? Here you go!

After saying that, Song Jingshen's gentle eyes suddenly tightened, his pupils instantly became sharp, he half-bent his knees, pushed his feet, and instantly drew out the long sword and rushed forward.

"boom--"

The sharp long knife with a cold glow instantly split the cabinet in half, and Zhang Daoqing dragged his broken leg and dodged in pain.

Song Jingshen suddenly kicked the cabinet, pulled out a knife, stood sideways, and tilted his head to look at Zhang Daoqing: "A fool who dares to come to my house alone and gives me a ready-made excuse is just a burden to Xiaoyu if he lives. It's better for him to die."

"When you die, everything will return to normal."

After saying that, he suddenly rushed forward, without restraining his momentum, and stabbed Zhang Daoqing diagonally with a knife.

Zhang Daoqing immediately jumped backwards, and the moment he landed, he rolled to the left swiftly, avoiding the attacking knife.

The long sword in Song Jingshen's hand completely turned into a silver shadow, chopping rapidly, and his steps were swift and fierce, chasing and chopping continuously.

Zhang Daoqing looked around, then rolled over, took the scabbard that Song Jingshen had just dropped, blocked the knife, and suddenly turned around to hit Song Jingshen in the face.

The two men started fighting fiercely again. The crackling sound could be heard outside the room, but the butler and guards lowered their heads and remained silent, like puppets without souls.

"Ahem...what's going on inside?"

When the hoarse old voice came, everyone's eyes lit up instantly, and they bowed excitedly: "Good day, Chief Song."

The man had kind eyes and brows, and his aura was gentle and restrained, just like the red glow in the evening, so bright and vivid that people dared not offend his majesty easily.

The silver-haired old man raised his hand and waved, responding gently: "Good day, everyone, thank you for your hard work. What is going on in there? Please help me solve my confusion."

The housekeeper immediately stepped forward and explained the whole story. The old man nodded, sighed, and said, "I have rested long enough. Old Chen, please tell those people for me. I will also attend the meeting."

"You guys stay outside. I'll go in and take a look at Jingshen."

"Chief Song!" The housekeeper's eyes widened instantly and he stopped him excitedly, "You just got out of the hospital, you can't--"

"Okay." Chief Song coughed and said slowly, "It's not easy for those you can't persuade. I know. Just stay."

After saying that, Song Huanming took a step and walked in at an extremely slow pace.

The door was closed, and after a while, the noise inside stopped. After a while, Song Jingshen came out with a stern face and called the family doctor.

After Zhang Daoqing was sent away, Song Jingshen turned around and went back to the living room.

In the messy living room, the elderly congressman was standing in front of the window, and the golden sunlight outside the window cast a layer of golden light on him.

Hearing the voice, he looked at Song Jingshen, and after a long while, he sighed and said, "What's past is past, Jingshen, don't dwell on what you lost."

Song Jingshen said nothing, just turned around and picked up the things on the ground one by one and put them away.

Song Huanming let out another long sigh, stepped over and helped pick it up.

"You can't force feelings, Jingshen."

Song Jingshen paused, clenched the cotton wool in his hand, his veins bulged, he took a deep breath and remained silent.

"I was sorry for you at first, but..."

"Father, could you please be quiet?"

Song Huanming paused and looked up at him.

Runya youth had a cold face, pinched the broken pillow, took a few deep breaths, lowered his eyes and whispered: "I'm sorry, father, but you don't have to persuade me, I've decided on her."

He rescued him from those people, pulled him away, dragged him across the fields, took one muddy step after another, and refused to let go of his hand.

At that time, in the cornfield shrouded in darkness, it was her only warm embrace, her words of comfort, and her words that subverted his cognition in order to enlighten him and divert his attention, which soothed him.

She said that she would protect him forever and would never abandon him, so he should not be afraid.

She said that separation was for a better encounter, so after he was forced to return to the Song family, he took good care of himself and cultivated himself completely according to her preferences.

Everything is for the reunion and to be with Xiaoyu forever.

Therefore, he would never let her go.

I will never let go even if I die.

Song Jingshen pursed his lips, adjusted himself several times, then squatted down to pick it up, and quietly tidied up the living room.

After a long sigh, Song Huanming said in a deep voice: "It's me who hurt you."

"Since this is what you want, I will help you, but Jing Shen——"

Song Jingshen was stunned for a moment and looked up at Song Huanming.

This father had always been against his pestering of Xiaoyu. In the years before, he was the one who obstructed him from disturbing Xiaoyu.

But now, he agreed.

A sharp light flashed in the old man's eyes. He looked at Song Jingshen steadily and said, "What you did before was really excessive. You must repent and make amends."

"I will help you, so don't involve other people and don't point the finger at other people."

After saying this, he seemed to recall something and laughed, "Back then, your mother was beautiful, even more beautiful than you, and there were many people chasing after her. I didn't care about other people, I only cared about your mother. I would hit her wherever she pointed and did whatever she said. Others said that the Song family was finished and would give the family business to others in the end."

"But in the end, she chose me, and we had you, Jingshen."

"Father." Song Jingshen was a little worried, fearing that Song Huanming would recall the past and be stimulated again.

He waved his hand: "It's okay, you're still here, I won't leave, I'm sorry for her."

"I've already let her down once."

After all, it was he who took the knife and chopped his wife to death with his own hands. The minced meat was scattered on the bed and the blood soaked the mattress.

He still hadn't changed the mattress, and lying on it felt as if she were still alive and in her arms.

Song Huanming was reluctant to change it.

He sighed deeply and forced a smile: "Didn't you do well before? Just keep doing it."

Was it like before?

Song Jingshen lowered her eyes and pursed her lips even tighter.

He would do that, but he would also have to, would have to kill them.

Song Jingshen lowered his head and agreed.

A month passed in a flash, public opinion on the Internet was in an uproar, and the parliament was forced to pay attention to the drought and provide assistance.

During this period, Fang Mingzhao talked to Yu Ge once.

Her eyes were heavy as she suddenly mentioned Yu Ge's past life: "Do you miss those days when you were a commoner?"

Yu Ge became alert instantly.

Fang Mingzhao discovered that she was using public opinion to educate the common people.

Yu Ge said calmly: "I miss it very much. After all, it was the last carefree time. But the life now is what I pursue. Thank you for your support."

"I have been promoted, but I don't know where you stand now." Fang Mingzhao asked suddenly, "Why are you making a fuss about the drought?"