Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man Chapter 1226: The Most Painful Punishment

Chapter 1226: Chapter 1226: The Most Painful Punishment

Songshan’s mind worked quickly, having followed Song Jinyan for so many years and understanding a lot, he explained, “Auntie Feng, I understand.”

“If you know, then speak quickly.”

“Earlier in the courtyard, our boss had already said he would announce that Song Zishan is not a member of the Song family and has no blood relation. Grandma Song values Jia Ming the most. She cares less about Zishan, so even if she knew, it wouldn’t matter. As long as it doesn’t involve the events of that year, doesn’t involve… Professor Su, Grandma Song wouldn’t care.”

“So we might as well just strip off that layer of skin from Song Zishan,” Auntie Feng’s eyes lit up.

“Exactly, Song Zishan has been the little princess of the Song family, the Capital’s top socialite for so many years, she has offended enough people to fill a truck. What happens when she loses the ident.i.ty she once took pride in?”

Auntie Feng shivered and couldn’t help but give Song Jinyan another look, displaying a thumbs up to him.

“Not to mention those she had offended seeking revenge, she herself cannot handle such drastic changes,” Songshan shook his head. “That’s why leaving her in the Capital is the most painful punishment for her.”

Every time she hears about past events, meets people she used to know, it is a torment.

Her food, clothes, shelter, everything she used to have, all gone right before her eyes yet no longer hers. The feeling of loss in her heart would be infinitely magnified, those who aren’t mentally strong definitely wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

Auntie Feng, having once served as a top secretary, wasn’t any slower than Songshan in wits. Not only was her mind quick, her methods were also formidable. She quickly engaged in conversation with Songshan and shared many of her experiences and insights.

Song Jinyan sat beside them silently drinking, barely touching his food, but a bottle of vodka was soon emptied.

The three of them had a meal that lasted nearly three hours, exiting the private room with serious expressions, clear eyes, and steady steps. If not for the faint smell of alcohol on them, no one could tell they had been drinking.

On the other hand, Songshan, who hadn’t had a drop of drink, had turned pale just smelling the vodka in the private room.

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While Song Jinyan and the others were drinking, Song Zishan was standing alone a hundred meters from the entrance to the compound. Because security there was strict, not only could outsiders not enter, they were not allowed to loiter nearby either.

Song Zishan had been directly driven out by people inside, stunning numerous onlookers.

The compound was densely populated, most living in individual courtyard villas; neighbors or colleagues for decades, all knew each other.

The Song family had always stood out among them, yet now Song Zishan was chased out by the security of the Song family. Following this, Song Jinyan’s car also came out and pa.s.sed by Zishan without stopping.

In just ten minutes, everyone in the compound knew.

It was like a bolt out of the blue!

Some had their information from visiting each other’s homes, others sat at home phoning their neighbors to share the news, some who heard couldn’t believe it and went to ask others.

At that time, from a balcony on the second floor of a house near the outer wall of the compound, many people gathered. From here they could clearly see Song Zishan, bruised and shivering, standing by the roadside.

At that moment, if not for her clothes, most people would hardly recognize her. Gone was that characteristic vigor, no longer visible was the once n.o.ble demeanor of the little princess of the Song family.

“It’s really her.”