Chapter 150 Of course I'm raising you
Song Moting was taken away.
The angry people threw the vegetables in their baskets at him, and almost drowned him out with their insults.
Cheng Enbo, who was once wealthy and regarded as a good man, was now infamous for eternity.
The case was closed and the people dispersed.
The Minister of Justice and the Censor-in-Chief went back to write memorials.
Song Shiwei was taken to a quiet room, and soon Xiao Jingheng came in with ointment.
He said nothing, just stared at the bruises on her neck with a sullen face.
Song Shiwei subconsciously reached out and touched it.
"do not move."
Jamel Xiao held her wrist, pressed her down on the chair, then took a little ointment and gently applied it to her neck.
His fingertips caressed her neck, making Song Shiwei feel trembling and numb.
She blinked her eyes in an attempt to ease the atmosphere and said, "Actually, I can escape, you see."
She showed her hidden weapon and said, "I made this myself. It's coated with the most powerful anesthetic. One prick of the needle will make a person weak and powerless.
In addition to needles, there are also blades. If I can save myself with my hands tied, isn’t that amazing?”
Xiao Jingheng stared at the hidden weapon in her hand. It was a small weapon hidden on her wrist. With just a light press, the hidden weapon would pop out.
It was small and exquisite, very ingenious, and he had never seen it before.
However, looking at this thing, he did not feel happy but only felt depressed and uncomfortable in his heart.
He stretched out his arms and embraced her, saying, "I am useless."
If he had the ability, Qingqing would not consider the issue of self-preservation.
Song Shiwei frowned and was a little unhappy: "If you do this again, I will be angry."
As she spoke, she raised her head and looked at him in admiration, "You are so amazing. I didn't even see how you did it."
Jamel Xiao asked her: "Don't you think I'm scary?"
After all, he cut off someone's hand in a flash, and I'm afraid he will soon gain a reputation as a brutal and cruel person.
Song Shiwei smiled and said, "How can you be scary? You are simply the hero in my mind."
"Your mouth is so sweet, is it because you put honey on it?"
Xiao Jingheng had never heard Qingqing praise him so generously before. She was a little different from usual today. He didn't know if she was trying to coax him or if she was being sincere.
Song Shiwei raised her head and deliberately teased him: "Then you try it."
Jamel Xiao stared at her lips, his eyes darkened, he leaned over to her lips and tasted them.
It is indeed sweet, sweeter than honey.
He kissed her with such gusto that he couldn't stop.
Gradually, Song Shiwei could no longer resist, and this was after all in the Dali Temple. She was afraid that others would see her, so she pushed him and said, "Go back and try again."
Xiao Jingheng was amused by her. How could his Qingqing be so cute? It was really not enough to love her no matter how much.
He calmed his thoughts, rubbed her head gently, then took out something wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms and opened it.
Song Shiwei was slightly stunned when she saw what he was holding: "Isn't this my broken hair? How did you pick it up?"
She cut off her hair in front of the people as a witness and severed the father-daughter relationship with Song Moting.
The broken hair was thrown on the ground, but unexpectedly he picked it up.
Xiao Jingheng said: "Song Moting is not your biological father. This haircut is for others to see. It's a pity to throw it away."
As he spoke, he untied a lock of his hair, cut off a piece with a dagger and put it together with Song Shiwei's hair.
Song Shiwei lowered her voice and asked, "What are you doing?"
The hair on her body is given by her parents, that is why she cut her hair as a testimony, but ordinary people would not cut their hair easily.
Xiao Jingheng took out a red thread and tied their two strands of hair together and said, "We are married as husband and wife, and we love each other without any doubt."
Song Shiwei's cheeks blushed. She watched Xiao Jingheng put their wedding hair into a purse and then stuffed it back into his arms.
Xiao Jingheng touched the pouch on his chest and said to her, "Your hair is tied, and you will be my wife from now on. You can't regret it."
Song Shiwei felt that she had been tricked by him, but she had no evidence.
Considering that this man was worried about her, she had no choice but to go with him.
Anyway, she never thought about marrying someone else.
"No regrets."
Song Shiwei smiled at him, so bright and beautiful.
Xiao Jingheng shook his mind, and he suppressed the throbbing in his heart and said: "Once this case is concluded, you will be the richest man in the entire Nanli. Have you thought about what to do next?"
Song Shiwei curved her eyebrows and hooked his chin and said, "Of course I will support you."
Xiao Jingheng raised his eyebrows. It was his honor to be supported by Qingqing, and he was happy to be a gigolo.
He chuckled and rubbed her cheek and ears.
There was an inopportune cough outside the door: "My Lord, Zhou is asking to see Miss Song."
Xiao Jingheng's face suddenly turned cold.
Song Shiwei stroked his chest and said, "It just so happens that I have something else to say to Song Moting, let's finish it all at once."
She took Jamel Xiao’s hand and said, “Let’s go.”
Xiao Jingheng barely calmed down and followed her out the door to the dungeon.
When Zhou saw Song Shiwei coming over, she held onto the bars of the prison door and said excitedly, "Shiwei, please save me.
I have done what I promised you, and I don’t want to stay here.”
Song Shiwei said: "I will do what I promised you. I will find a way to find Song Mingzhu and ask her to collect your and Song Moting's bodies."
Zhou was shocked and couldn't help but widen her eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"
Song Shiwei shrugged: "I promised to rescue you from Cheng Enbo's mansion, and I have done it.
I also promised to find Song Mingzhu, but I haven't promised you anything else besides that, right?"
Zhou reacted and asked, "Are you trying to turn your back on me?"
“Look at what you said. You and I are just cooperating. After all, if it weren’t for me, you would have died long ago, and Song Moting would have gotten away with it.
Now that Song Moting has been convicted, shouldn't you pay the price for what you have done?
Just as Song Moting said, you also contributed to my mother's death.
Even if you are not the main culprit, you are an accomplice. Why do you think I should let you go?"
Song Shiwei tilted her head and looked at Zhou calmly.
Zhou's expression changed, and a chill went straight into her heart.
"Don't worry, I will hand over Taoist Zixu and the servant named Zhou Xiong to Lord Han."
Song Shiwei said in a faint voice: "If Song Moting didn't want to kill you, would you be kind enough to stand up and testify?
We cooperated for our own benefit, but I never said I would forgive you for hurting me."
Zhou subconsciously took two steps back and looked at Song Shiwei with fear and terror in her eyes.
Song Shiwei curled her lips and said, "Oh, by the way, Sheng Ge'er is not Song Mo Ting's son, and Jing Niang is actually here for revenge!"