Chapter 127: One hundred twenty-seven, communicate Chapter 127: One hundred twenty-seven, communicate “We’ve never seen her face; she always contacts us by phone. Based on her voice, she should be a young woman.”
“Which phone did she use to contact you? Give me that phone,” demanded Song Yan Ning, holding out her hand. Since the other party let them take the child off the train to sell, they would definitely call again.
One of the men reached into his pocket, took out a cell phone, and handed it to Song Yan Ning. Although he was extremely unwilling, he was unable to control his own actions.
Song Yan Ning took the phone, put it in her own purse, and no longer paid attention to the two men as she walked forward. Now all she had to do was wait for the call, and she would know who was behind this.
It wasn’t until Song Yan Ning had been gone for a long time that the two men, as if their souls had just returned to their bodies, came to their senses, looking at each other with fear in their eyes. They were absolutely not dreaming; that child was not someone they could afford to provoke.
Song Yan Ning bought dinner and returned to the sleeper compartment, only to see her grandfather and Xiang staring at each other, the former with a displeased face and the latter expressionless.
“Grandpa, Grandma, I’m back,” said Song Yan Ning with a smile, entering the compartment and setting the food on the table.
Seeing Song Yan Ning return, Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang both breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Ning had gone out without even taking her phone; if she had disappeared, they would have been frantic.
“Xiao Ning, what did you buy?” asked Li Meixiang, walking over to Song Yan Ning and smiling at the several lunchboxes on the table.
“Curry beef rice, chicken leg rice, black pepper steak rice, and some fruit,” Song Yan Ning spread the lunchboxes out one by one, allowing Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang to choose. There wasn’t much selection on the train, mostly just fast food.
Yang Xin’er paced the room restlessly. Tomorrow, Xiao Xue would be sent away, and she would never again hear Xiao Xue laughing, acting spoiled, or playing the piano by her side. She really couldn’t bear to part with Xiao Xue, but she couldn’t keep her and could only watch helplessly as she was sent away.
Song Yufeng snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and looked at Yang Xin’er. He rarely smoked, only when he was troubled, “Xin’er, I know you’re upset, and I’m not feeling good either, but Xiao Xue did make a mistake, and our being reluctant is useless. Don’t worry, I will explain the situation there and make sure they take good care of Xiao Xue; she won’t suffer even a little bit.” Xiao Xue was just moving to a new place to live. Besides not being able to return to Beijing, her living standards would be no different from the Song Family’s.
“But Xiaoxue is still young, she can’t be without us. Going there on her own, how will she manage?” Yang Xin’er, thinking of Song Yanxue, could not help her tears from falling.
Song Yufeng heaved a long sigh, “She will gradually get used to it.”
“I can’t let her go, Yufeng, please beg the old man for mercy. Don’t send Xiaoxue away, okay? Choose another punishment, please?” Yang Xin’er pleaded tearfully to Song Yufeng.
Song Yufeng shook his head, “The lost spot pertains to the entire Song Family, and the other families now have younger members in the Emperor Realm. Because of this spot, they will become stronger in the future. Without it, our Song Family may eventually be replaced by other families.” This was very possible since the founders of the Four Great Families had come from the Emperor Realm. His grandfather hadn’t actually died; he remained in the Emperor Realm, just unable to leave. So that spot was as good as non-existent.
“But Xiaoxue wasn’t at fault, she was framed.” Yang Xin’er tearfully defended Song Yanxue. It was all that doctor’s fault; she would find out who she was.
“The loss of the spot is still a loss, regardless of the reason,” Song Yufeng said indifferently. It would be somewhat better if his father could secure another spot; otherwise, they would have to wait another hundred years. But by that time, whether the Song Family would already have been replaced was also unknown.
Yang Xin’er lowered her head and fell silent, merely letting her tears flow. She knew that the decision was final and anything she said would be in vain.
Tears brought waves of stinging to her face, which reminded her of Song Yan Ning. She wondered if the people she had sent had managed to take Song Yan Ning away; she would know the outcome tomorrow.
As the train slowly pulled in, Song Yan Ning and the others, carrying their luggage, followed the disembarking crowd towards the carriage.
The station platform outside was packed to the brim, with crowds as far as the eye could see.
Song Yan Ning felt the vibration from the phone in her pocket and a sarcastically mocking smile crossed her lips, “Grandpa, Grandma, my stomach hurts, please wait for me here.”
“Xiao Ning, Grandma will go with you.” Li Meixiang put her luggage down, intending to follow Song Yan Ning, but found that she had already bolted out of sight, leaving no choice but to wait there for Song Yan Ning to return.
Song Yan Ning walked to a corner and stopped, pulling out the phone and pressing the answer button.
Before she could speak, Yang Xin’er’s voice came through from the other side, “How did it go with the job?”
“What job?” Song Yan Ning feigned the voice of one of the men from the day before.
“The job involving the kidnapping of the little girl?” Yang Xin’er spoke irritably. She was not in the mood to waste time and only wanted to know the result.
“That Song Yan Ning?” asked Song Yan Ning with a cold laugh.
“How is she now?” By her calculations, the train would have already reached Yangcheng Station. If they hadn’t managed to kidnap Song Yan Ning by now, there would be no more chances.
“I’m perfectly fine, now at Yangcheng Station, Yang Xin’er. Are you disappointed?” said Song Yan Ning in her true voice.
“You’re Song Yan Ning?” Yang Xin’er stood up from her chair, her eyes filled with disbelief. How could it be Song Yan Ning’s voice?
“That’s right, I am Song Yan Ning, and I’m doing well, about to head home with Grandpa and Grandma,” said Song Yan Ning with a cold laugh.
Yang Xin’er struggled to calm herself, “Where are they?”
“You still have the time to worry about others. You should consider your own situation, hahaha…” laughed Song Yan Ning, pressing the end call button. She knew without question that Yang Xin’er must be nearly going mad with rage by now, but her troubles were still yet to come.
Song Yan Ning edited the recorded conversation a bit and sent it out. The phone those two men had given her was already discarded on the train. As for their number, she had duplicated it with a program, so whenever Yang Xin’er called, it would automatically redirect to her own phone, but the tracking would fail to locate her phone, finding only the discarded one instead.
As for the two men Yang Xin’er had sent to deal with her, they would be turning themselves in after getting off the train, affected by her hypnotism, forced to follow her instructions. This time, even with the Song Family’s protection, Yang Xin’er was destined to end in disgrace.
