We drove all the way to Zhuo's house. After a sharp braking sound, the car stopped steadily in Zhuo's yard. The high beam was on. The strong beam of light made the aunt who came to open the door cover her eyes with her hands for a long time before she could see the person clearly.
.
"It's Yu An here." She hurriedly greeted him.
Zhuo Yu'an got out of the car and walked around to the passenger seat to open the door and ask Shu Tinglan to get out of the car.
"What are you doing here?"
"Come down."
She had no choice but to hand her hand to him, get out of the car, and let him lead her toward the house. His hands were cold to the bone, without a trace of warmth. The movement here attracted Cheng Zhimin and Zhuo Hong. They went downstairs together and saw
Zhuo Yu'an and Shu Tinglan stood in the center of the living room holding hands, just raising their eyebrows without saying a word.
In Cheng Zhimin's view, this was a victory for her. She sat proudly next to the chair and looked at them coldly, waiting for them to beg for mercy.
Zhuo Hong also sat there as steady as Mount Tai.
Shu Tinglan didn't know what Zhuo Yu'an wanted to do, she just stayed with him.
Without saying a word, he turned on the oversized TV in the living room, then took out his mobile phone to play a video and cast it directly to the TV.
It's a self-portrait video of him, standing in front of the gray background wall and looking at the camera, word by word, very clearly.
: "I am Zhuo Yu'an, reporting with my real name that my father Zhuo Hong was involved in xxxx..."
"Niezi! What do you want to do?"
Before the subsequent video was played, Zhuo Hong was so angry that he picked up a vase next to him and threw it at Zhuo Yu'an, hitting the side of Zhuo Yu'an's face without any bias, causing blood to flow from the corners of his lips.
Shu Tinglan was so shocked that she quickly got some paper to wipe him with. He shook his head slightly, pulled her behind him to protect her, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb indifferently. His eyes were as red as bloodthirsty and looked at her.
Zhuo Hong looked at Cheng Zhimin and said
: "I have recorded this video a long time ago. Just click send and within ten minutes, people all over the country can see it. So do you want to withdraw the lawsuit against Shu Tinglan or do you want to see this video online?"
His words, his tone and expression were cold-blooded and vicious enough, and they were definitely not just words.
"How dare you! What good will it do you to destroy the Zhuo family, me and your grandfather?" Zhuo Hong yelled angrily. He was nearly fifty years old and had always been serious and intangible when he was outside. But at this time, he was
My own son was so angry that his face turned red and his whole body trembled.
Next to her, Cheng Zhimin let out a cry and felt her energy and blood surge up. She never thought that her own son would stab her heart with a sharp knife for a woman. She wouldn't survive. She lay on the sofa with a severe headache, and then
Vomiting until unconscious.
"Teacher Cheng, Teacher Cheng..." The nanny next to her called her sharply, but she saw that she was completely unconscious, her entire face was blue-white, and her lips were gradually turning black.
"Teacher Cheng... passed out... not breathing..." the nanny looked at the father and son who were still confronting each other and shouted.
Zhuo Hong originally thought Cheng Zhimin was faking it, but he rushed over when he heard the nanny's shout.
When Zhuo Yu'an saw something was wrong, he hurriedly ran over. In the entire living room, only Shu Tinglan stood aside in a daze and horror, watching the extremely chaotic scene.
The nanny was calling the ambulance and the family doctor.
Zhuo Yu'an was half-kneeling on the ground to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on his mother, holding on to his fists and pressing hard. Zhuo Hong cooperated with his compressions and gave Cheng Zhimin artificial respiration.