The name had been forgotten for over a decade, yet it resurfaced now.
The police nodded and spoke again, "Let's go, Mr. Song."
Song De had been summoned to the police station yesterday, and today it was Old Master Song. Yan Li seemed to have lost her soul, unsure of what to do.
As Old Master Song was being escorted away, she immediately thought of the instigator.
Jiang Ziyu! Just you wait, I'll settle this with you! Yan Li then left the Song residence.
The act of college entrance examination substitution was serious. Without any need for online traffic, the netizens' accusations continuously fueled the heat.
First, Song De's corruption, then Song Hui's substitution of another's college entrance examination scores. Everyone tacitly agreed that the Song family's actions were atrocious and their family conduct was poor.
At the same time, a new video was uploaded online. In the video, a curly-haired young boy led several companions in severely beating a young girl. In just one minute, the boys committed countless insane and wicked acts against the little girl.
Netizens recognized the young boy as Song Qi, the beloved grandson of the Song family. Thus, the accusations and criticisms against the Song family quickly reached their peak.
Meanwhile, at the Emperor's residence.
Jiang Ziyu returned home, freshened up, and then went to the dining room.
"Cousin-in-law, did you do all this online stuff?" Di Ruihe couldn't help but ask at the dining table.
The online narrative had shifted in just two days, surprising everyone. Jiang Ziyu's infamy was quickly cleared. Some even felt that her hitting Song Qi was a form of education.
After all, if there wasn't a decent person in the family, even the best child would go astray.
"Second brother, you've misunderstood. It wasn't me," Jiang Ziyu replied.
Di Mingjue, who was beside them, put down his chopsticks, curiosity piqued by Jiang Ziyu's answer.
Di Ruihe didn't believe her and pressed on, "Isn't it too coincidental? How did it all come out at this exact moment?"
Jiang Ziyu put down her chopsticks and looked thoughtfully at Wu Xuerou, "There are quite a few coincidences in this world. Second sister-in-law should understand this feeling, shouldn't she?"
Wu Xuerou was forced to recall being surrounded by reporters with Qianqian. She immediately lowered her head guiltily, "Yes."
Di Ruihe noticed Wu Xuerou's unease and then looked at Jiang Ziyu's expression. He stopped his questioning.
After breakfast, Jiang Ziyu took Qianqian to find Di Mingjue.
"I plan to find a new kindergarten for Qianqian."
"Why?" Di Mingjue asked, feigning ignorance.
Jiang Ziyu voiced her concerns, "The incident of hitting someone has ultimately involved the kindergarten. We dealt with one Song Qi, but there might be another Song Qi. Moreover, Qianqian has been bullied by children at school for years, and the school has never intervened. This also shows that this school is not worth staying in."
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Di Mingjue remained silent for a moment before responding, "Yes, you handle it. The only requirement is that the campus environment must be good."
"Do you think I need you to remind me?" Jiang Ziyu muttered.
Qianqian was born after her ten months of pregnancy. No one wanted Qianqian to be well more than she did.
Having informed Di Mingjue, Jiang Ziyu couldn't wait any longer. She immediately took Qianqian out to look for kindergartens.
On the other side, the police station was staging a grand corruption program.
"Mr. Song, rest assured, we will definitely seek justice for you in this matter."
In the dimly lit interrogation room, the police chief personally came forward.
There were no bright lights shining on his face, nor were there handcuffs binding him. Old Master Song, instead, seemed like a leader inspecting the premises.
He casually said, "Shouldn't the person spreading baseless rumors also be brought to the police station?"
The chief was prompted and immediately arranged for his subordinates to find Tao Ming, who was in the video.
Where there is oppression, there is speed. Tao Ming, who was resting in a hotel, was quickly brought to the station by the police.
After not seeing each other for more than a decade, Tao Ming's hair had turned white, making him look like a seventy-year-old man. Old Master Song, despite his aged appearance, possessed the spirit of someone who had just entered middle age.
"Long time no see," Tao Ming said, initiating the greeting.
Seeing the person in the flesh, Old Master Song appeared somewhat embarrassed.
After he had altered the admission information back then, guilt had kept him sleepless. But after tasting the benefits, he believed it was all destiny.
Old Master Song swept his gaze coldly, ignoring Tao Ming's greeting.
"After all these years, you're still the same," Tao Ming taunted.
Everyone present belonged to Old Master Song's faction. He spoke without any reservation.
"You too. After decades, you're half in the grave, yet you still won't give up, dredging up this old, stale matter again."
Stale matter?
Tao Ming threw his head back and laughed.
Song Hui, who stole another's life, deserved to be beaten to death, not to stand here arrogantly mocking him.