Just watching his son lose control of his emotions, he couldn't do anything to help him. Even Ji Yuting, who was standing tall at the door, couldn't do anything.
Ji Yong felt deeply powerless and heartbroken, and desperately hugged Ji Xinghui, while glaring at Ji Yuting fiercely.
Ji Yuting lazily took off the leather gloves that had just touched Ji Xinghui and gave them to the police officer to throw them away.
Before leaving, he left one last sentence, "This is the second uncle's last chance. If I don't get the answer I want before ten o'clock tonight, then I will die together with the second uncle in this matter."
"But I'm not at a loss. I didn't know the truth about my parents' death in the first place, and I still don't know it in the future. Without any loss, the second uncle is not in a good situation. He has to pay for his only precious son. This account is more important than the second uncle."
I can do the math."
He curled his lips coldly, sneered, turned around and left, letting the father and son cling to each other for a while.
Ji Yong spent more than half an hour in the cell to get Ji Xinghui to calm down and listen to him quietly.
"What did Ji Yuting do to you in the past two days? Why were you captured again?"
Seeing Ji Xinghui's injuries, Ji Yong's usually steady and deep voice softened a bit.
Ji Xinghui cried and was very sad, "Dad, I was caught by Qinian at the dock before I could get on the cargo ship. I couldn't run anymore, jumped into the water and was fished ashore again. He handcuffed me and stuffed me
Get in the car and take it to the National Bureau of Investigation."
He swallowed his dry throat, and when he thought of everything he had experienced in that cell before, he trembled all over and was scared to the core.
"Dad, the cell I was in before was full of scum. They even wanted to humiliate me and beat me every few hours."
"They said the blood on my body smelled bad, so they forced me to sleep in a dirty and smelly toilet. I was really driven crazy. Dad, please help me!"
"I really don't want to be sent back! I will be beaten to death by them! Please dad!"
Ji Yong patted his back and kept comforting him, "Dad will not let you be sent back again. Dad will definitely save you and let you live a stable and prosperous life again."
Stable and wealthy?
These four words fell into Ji Xinghui's ears, like heaven.
Things that Xing Hui, who once managed Xing Hui, never thought highly of, have now become extravagant hopes.
Ji Xinghui hates it, hates it terribly.
I hate why grandpa is so partial to Ji Yuting and why he refuses to give his father the position of power. Otherwise, he would not have this day. He has already trampled Ji Yuting under his feet. How can there be so many things?
"Dad, what truth does Ji Yuting want to know? Tell him. As long as it makes him sad, I will be happy. All the sins I suffered in the detention room were all because of Ji Yuting. I don't want him to have a good life!"
Ji Yong's arm holding him stiffened slightly, and he was silent for a while before saying, "You don't understand. This truth is not a trivial matter. When Ji Yuting really knows, he will not let everyone go."
If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to save Ji Xinghui and was reluctant to see him sent to a high-level prison, he would rather take this secret to his grave than tell it.
But he didn't expect that Ji Yuting was too cunning, and threatened him in turn without any conditions.
Ji Xinghui's eyes were full of hatred, "I just want to know if the truth comes out, will it be difficult for Ji Yuting to accept or even sad? As long as he is unhappy, I will be happy."
Ji Yong fell silent again and didn't speak for a long time.
Ji Xinghui is too tired.
After two days and two nights of nervous tension, sleeplessness, beatings and starvation, his body, which was not strong enough to begin with, could no longer hold on.
Now I was lying in my father's arms, sleeping more peacefully than ever before.
Ji Yong hugged his son tightly, feeling deeply powerless. His eyes were as venomous as those of a viper, and he gradually became ruthlessly determined to die together.
Although there were two people living in this cell, the police officer followed the instructions and only delivered one meal at noon.
Ji Yong didn't eat a bite and gave it all to Ji Xinghui.
Seeing that he was devouring his food and that he no longer had the temperament of a rich and noble young man before, Ji Yong felt heartbroken and touched his messy short hair.
"Eat slowly, don't rush, don't choke, no one will compete with you, this whole meal is yours."
Ji Xinghui nodded, still engrossed in eating. He had been hungry for two days. He never thought that a box lunch in the cell would be better than the top-notch luxury meal that cost tens of thousands in the past.