When Sheng Tianjun saw Song Xinya holding his phone, his guilty conscience made him so nervous that his organs seemed to be shifting around inside him. His thoughts were a complete mess, and his deathly pale face flushed red with panic.
The phone contained videos of him sexually assaulting girls.
Shen Chaoyang was not his only victim.
There were a hundred videos in total.
Once those videos were exposed, Sheng Tianjun would go to prison, and Sheng Changpu’s reputation would be ruined.
From then on, father and son would be hated and despised by everyone.
Sheng Tianjun shouted, “That’s my phone. Give it to me!”
Song Xinya said, “Why are you shouting so loudly? You still have tubes stuck in you. What if you suddenly stop breathing and die?”
She gave him a cold smile. “That would be wonderful.”
Sheng Tianjun was so furious that he began coughing violently.
Sheng Changpu hurriedly patted his back, genuinely afraid that his son would stop breathing and die on the spot.
“My son, my son, you can’t let anything happen to you.”
Song Xinya leisurely mocked him, “A touching display of fatherly love and filial devotion. Boo-hoo-hoo. If your son dies, you’d better go underground and keep him company.”
Sheng Tianjun had just removed his oxygen mask, but he put it back on again.
Sheng Changpu turned around and glared at Song Xinya. “You vicious woman, get out!”
Song Xinya tossed the phone into the air and caught it neatly. “Fine. I’ll take this phone to the police station and hand it to the officers.”
Sheng Changpu panicked. “Come back!”
Song Xinya said, “You change your mind every other second. The brain of a perverted father really is endlessly unpredictable.”
Sheng Changpu said, “That is my son’s phone. I suggest that you return it to him.”
Song Xinya replied, “Adults don’t need empty promises, and trying to get something for nothing won’t work either. Don’t try to guilt-trip me. I have morals, but I don’t waste them on villains. I’ve read your worthless suggestion. It’s rejected and will not be carried out.”
She had tried both soft and hard tactics, but nothing worked on this woman.
A sinister look flashed through Sheng Changpu’s eyes. Suddenly, he charged at Song Xinya, reaching for the phone in her hand.
No matter what, Song Xinya was still a woman. Because of the natural differences in physical strength, she was at an inherent disadvantage.
Taking the phone from her should have been easy.
Sheng Changpu smiled viciously, certain of victory.
“There’s no chance in this lifetime that I’ll treat your husband’s hand!”
Song Xinya had expected him to try this. A mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Just as Sheng Changpu’s hand was about to touch the phone, two tall, powerfully built bodyguards rushed in through the door. One wrenched Sheng Changpu’s arms behind his back while the other forced his head down, pinning him to the floor.
Song Xinya looked down at Sheng Changpu. Her sharp, disdainful gaze swept over him from above, regal and commanding, like a queen.
She never went into battle unprepared. Since she had dared to come and confront Sheng Changpu and Sheng Tianjun, she had made thorough preparations.
Come alone?
Impossible.
She had brought two bodyguards who were former special forces soldiers.
If he refused to listen to reason, that was fine. Her bodyguards were more than capable of speaking with their fists.
Under the two burly men’s restraint, Sheng Changpu immediately became obedient. He shouted, “Let’s discuss this properly! Miss Song, we can talk this out!”
Sheng Tianjun said, “Let go of my father!”
Song Xinya swept him with a cold look. “Say one more word, and I’ll make you eat shit.”
Sheng Tianjun immediately clamped his mouth shut.
The chaotic hospital room fell silent, making it suitable for discussing serious matters.
Song Xinya sat in a chair, her smooth, jade-white feet tucked into bright red high heels. The vivid contrast between red and white was dazzling and striking.
The pointed toe of her red high heel tapped against Sheng Changpu’s head again and again.
“Are you willing to treat my husband’s hand now?”
Sheng Changpu replied, “I am.”
Sometimes, reason could not convince people, but violence could.
Another interpretation of winning someone over with virtue was this: beat them into submission first, then reason with them.
As the old saying went, one punch could open the way and spare you a hundred more.
Dignity existed only at the edge of a sword, and truth existed only within artillery range.
Just look at Sheng Changpu, pinned face-down on the floor. How obedient he was now.
Obedient as a grandson.
Song Xinya asked, “What is your treatment plan?”
Sheng Changpu replied, “My private hospital is in the United States. It has the most advanced equipment, along with my latest research, cutting-edge drugs, and technology. Because they have not been approved, they cannot be brought into the country. The United States National Security Agency also prohibits taking them out of the country. If President Qin wants his hand treated, he will have to come with me to the United States.”
Song Xinya understood that this part of what he said was true.
But that did not mean Sheng Changpu was not harboring ulterior motives.
Whether he was willing to treat Qin Yuhe’s hand was one matter. Whether he could actually cure it was another.
After treating him for a year or eighteen months, he could claim that he had used every available technology and method and done everything in his power, but still failed to cure him. What could she do then?
Song Xinya had plenty of ways to deal with that.
“My husband will go to the United States for treatment. That’s fine. But your son, Sheng Tianjun, will stay here. If my husband’s hand is not cured, your son will not be allowed to return to the United States.”
Sheng Changpu reacted violently. “How could that work? How can I leave my son here alone? No, I refuse. My son must come to the United States with me.”
Song Xinya smiled coldly and brilliantly, absolute certainty in her eyes. “You’d better understand the situation. I’m not negotiating with you. I’m informing you of my decision. I alone have the authority to make it, and you have no choice but to obey.”
She pressed down with the tip of her shoe, forcing Sheng Changpu’s face against the floor.
The moment his face was pressed against the cold ground, Sheng Changpu finally understood the situation.
Song Xinya possessed evidence of his son’s crimes. She held the upper hand in the negotiations and controlled whether father and son would be able to live in peace from that point onward. The honor of the entire Sheng family was also in her hands.
Sheng Changpu closed his eyes and replied, “Miss Song, we’ll do as you say.”
Sheng Tianjun was young enough to still struggle from the hospital bed. “Dad, you can’t leave me here. I don’t want to stay in this country anymore. I don’t want to see this woman again. I want to return to my homeland, the beautiful United States of America!”
Sheng Changpu gritted his teeth. “You worthless bastard, shut up!”
If it weren’t for this useless son, he would still be a glamorous, respected medical expert. He would never have had to endure such humiliation.
Song Xinya ran both hands over her skirt and rose gracefully from the chair. She looked at Sheng Tianjun on the hospital bed as though he were a dog.
“Your father doesn’t get to make the decisions anymore. From now on, everything is decided by me. Instead of begging your father, you should beg me.”
Sheng Tianjun said, “Please, I beg you. Let me return to the United States.”
Song Xinya asked, “When those girls cried and begged you, why didn’t you let them go?”
Song Xinya had watched all one hundred videos.
In them, the girls cried in utter despair as Sheng Tianjun tore their clothes apart, hopelessness written across their faces.
The more terribly the girls cried, the happier Sheng Tianjun looked.
Song Xinya walked to the hospital bed in her high heels and stared directly at that perverted demon.
“Why should anyone who has done evil have the nerve to demand forgiveness?”
“Villains belong in the eighteenth level of hell, where they should never be reincarnated and should suffer for all eternity!”
“Malice committed deliberately is never worthy of forgiveness!”
Song Xinya removed Sheng Tianjun’s oxygen mask, raised her arm, and slapped him hard across the face. Smack!
Blood trickled from the corner of Sheng Tianjun’s mouth.
He glared at her with fury. “You fucking bitch…”
Smack! Song Xinya slapped him hard across the face again!
Blood began to run from Sheng Tianjun’s nose as well.
“Angry that I hit you, are you?” Song Xinya said with a smile. “Don’t get worked up just yet. Your good days are still ahead of you…”
“From now on, every time I see you, I’ll hit you!”
