The office was very quiet for a while.
No one spoke, Zhong Ruanxing was struggling to digest this information, Zou Detective empathized with her mood and waited for her to absorb it.
Did Song Grandpa know the truth about the car accident? He secretly autopsied the body without telling the police. Who was he trying to protect in the end? She had felt earlier that after the sudden car accident that took the lives of his most beloved son and daughter-in-law, he actually had the heart to send his only grandson abroad, for over twenty years. This was completely unreasonable.
But now, when she thought about connecting this matter, Zhong Ruanxing felt that everything could be pieced together.
Zou Detective said, it was either an accident or murder.
But at this moment, Zhong Ruanxing clearly knew that it could not have been an accident.
Song JinXing’s parents must have been murdered.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain his twenty-year exile abroad.
Even his most beloved son could be murdered right under his nose, his seven or eight-year-old grandson would be even more easily persecuted. Song Grandpa knew who the murderer was, but he couldn’t bear to send the murderer to prison.
He knew that perhaps it was because of his own favoritism that brought about the deadly disaster for his son. Unwilling to bring the murderer to justice, and afraid that his grandson would also be harmed, he could only pretend to be disheartened and send his grandson abroad.
The reason why the murderer killed Song JinXing’s parents was that Song Corporation was a huge cake. With the most competitive person dead, and his son also exiled abroad, losing the favor and appreciation of the person in power, this little kid would no longer pose a threat.
Song Grandpa was protecting this young grandson in an extremely inhumane way.
So it wasn't until the grandson grew up strong enough and had the strength to protect himself before he obstinately handed over the entire Song Corporation to Song JinXing against everyone's dissuasion.
Was it guilt? Atonement? Favoritism?
These were not important.
Zhong Ruanxing suddenly remembered that once, the first time Song JinXing brought his girlfriend back to meet his grandparents, Song Grandpa formally transferred all his shares to Song JinXing at that time, making him the absolute person in power of Song Corporation.
But when they left the old house that day, Song JinXing was not happy at all.
There were emotions she did not know or understand hidden in those deep sea-like eyes of his. She sensed his negative emotions at that time and asked about it, but he changed the subject and brushed it off. She knew that he had suggested going to see a movie at the time to divert the topic, but since he didn't want to talk about it, she didn't pursue it either, pretending not to know that he had something on his mind.
What was he thinking about at that time?
Was it about the death of his parents? Was it about his respected grandfather who had been covering up for the murderer all this time?
Zhong Ruanxing didn't know when Song JinXing started doubting the truth of that year and started looking for detectives to investigate the matter. But she could imagine that all these years, there must have been a huge rock pressed in his heart, pressing him so hard, so painfully, making it so difficult for him to breathe.
His illness was not just because of his experience when he was young, but also because of this cruel truth that had been difficult to uncover. He could not mention it to anyone, let alone ask his grandfather for confirmation. He could only silently bear the pressure to find the truth and justice for his parents' death all these years.
There was never a moment when she wanted to see him and hug him more than now.
After a long silence, Zhong Ruanxing finally spoke hoarsely, "You go back first, I'll contact you again."
"Okay, Song Chairman."
Zou Detective stood up, bid farewell, put on a mask, and politely left the office.
Zhong Ruanxing sat on the sofa for another two minutes holding the information, then took out her phone and started booking tickets, the earliest flight to Hang City.
On the way to the airport, Fu Ling keenly noticed that the boss was in a very bad mood today. He hadn't seen the boss in such a low pressure for a long time, it seemed that ever since the boss's wife appeared, the boss had become a different person, becoming more amiable.
The boss now reminded him of the boss who had just returned to the country a year ago.
At that time, there were over ten thousand employees in the company, and none were not afraid of him. But now, ask any of those employees, none does not respect him.
Fu Ling felt uneasy, but did not dare to ask more. He only listened to the boss talking about some work matters on the way, then saw him off onto the plane.
Before getting on the plane, Zhong Ruanxing called Song JinXing, still unable to reach him. After a few hours of flight, the plane landed in Hang City, and the night had already fallen. The local branch company arranged an assistant named Hu Shuang, a capable woman in her thirties, to pick her up.
On the plane, Fu Ling had already arranged everything. After picking up Zhong Ruanxing, Hu Shuang took her to the filming location of "Love Letters" which was deep in the mountains.
Meeting the legendary Chairman Song in person for the first time, even with high professionalism, Hu Shuang still couldn't help but secretly size her up. She thought to herself that the rumors were indeed true, with an aura so powerful that one dare not look straight at her.
Zhong Ruanxing was in a bad mood, so the air pressure in the car was also very low. Hu Shuang did not dare to say much, and the driver even less so, all the way in silence towards their destination.
The city lights gradually disappeared, and the roadsides started to be lined with mountains. Hu Shuang did not know why Chairman Song had flown over from Jing City in the middle of the night, and had to rush to a drama crew shooting in the deep mountains.
More than three hours later, the time was approaching midnight. The mountains were even more terrifying at such a late hour, but fortunately the crew was shooting night scenes tonight and had not finished work yet.
Seeing the lights surrounding the pitch-black woods in the distance, Hu Shuang breathed a sigh of relief. The crew was not completely isolated from the outside world after all, there were staff responsible for liaising with the outside. Hu Shuang had already contacted them earlier, and the person in charge was waiting by the roadside, waving at them as the car drove over.
After parking the car, Zhong Ruanxing got out, with Hu Shuang and the driver following behind her. The person in charge led them towards the set.
Zhong Ruanxing finally spoke, "Haven't finished shooting yet?"
The person in charge quickly said, "Almost, almost. The weather is good tonight, trying to get a few more scenes done. They should have wrapped up by now."
Sure enough, when they reached the set, the crew members were packing up the equipment. After shooting late into the night, whether it was the actors or staff, everyone was quite tired. The set was relatively quiet, with everyone busy tidying things up, hurrying back to the camp to rest.
Since they were shooting in the mountains, and not for long, the crew had only set up a camp on a flat piece of land. Everyone slept in tents.
The person in charge led Zhong Ruanxing towards the camp. The camp was noisier than the set, with people cooking noodles in a big pot for everyone.
Song JinXing had just changed out of his costume, washed up, and clipped his hair, which Zhong Ruanxing loved the most, back with a shark clip. He was now adept at doing all this. Someone called out to him from not far away, "Ruanxing, come eat noodles!"
He smiled, "You guys go ahead, I'm going to sleep."
When he turned around, he suddenly noticed a familiar figure walking out from the woods not far away.
Song JinXing was stunned for a moment, uncertain, and walked forward a few steps. The person on the other side had obviously seen him too, and quickened her pace, soon emerging from the darkness into the light.
The usually calm and composed Song JinXing, at this moment, was like a calm lake surface being heavily struck by a rock, rippling with subtle yet intense undulations.
Zhong Ruanxing was already in front of him. Disregarding the eyes around them, she grabbed and hugged him tightly.
Song JinXing smelled the familiar scent on her, mixed with the smell of trees and grass of the mountains tonight. The fatigue from filming all day long seemed to vanish instantly.
He reached out to hug her back, his palms gently stroking her back in a soothing motion, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"