500: First Time Seeing Him Cry

First Time Seeing Him Cry

This was the first time Su Jiu had seen the little villain cry since she had known him.0

No matter how much the little villain resembled an adult, at this moment, he was just an innocent child who did not want to be separated from his mother.

"Daddy…" Su Jiu pulled Su Shengjing's sleeve again and said with a sullen face, "What should I do? Auntie can't go to jail!"

Su Shengjing reached out and picked her up. He stroked her hair and said, "Dad doesn't want her to go to jail either, but it's a little difficult. Don't worry! Dad will think of a way."

Sheng Tianci, who was standing by the side, saw the worry on the little girl's face and added, "Yes, Little Jiu, don't worry! Uncle will help you think of a way."

"You have to help Big Brother and auntie."

"Yes, I will do my best to help," Sheng Tianci said as he reached out to touch the little girl's soft hair. When he turned to look at Song Wanqiu, there was deep worry in his eyes.

As Sheng Tianci spoke, he recalled the scene he saw when he had rushed to the dessert shop and still felt a lingering fear.

***

When Sheng Tianci reached the dessert shop, he saw three tall men standing outside and guarding the restaurant. He knew that something must have happened. Therefore, he immediately got out of the car and walked toward the dessert shop.

But as soon as he got close, he was stopped.

He announced his name and his intention to enter the restaurant, but the three people still stopped him. At that moment, he felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to force his way in, he heard a scream coming from inside.

It was a man's voice.

Before he could react, the three men immediately turned around, opened the shutters, and rushed in. "Mr. Rong!"

Mr. Rong?

Sheng Tianci was stunned and immediately guessed what had happened. It turned out that that bastard Rong Cheng had come to find trouble with Song Wanqiu again.

He walked in quickly and saw a mess. The floor was full of broken pieces of a vase, scattered everywhere.

Rong Cheng fell to the ground, his clothes in disarray and blood flowing out from his head. The man covered his head and wailed.

On the sofa was Song Wanqiu.

Her hair was messy, and her face was so pale that it seemed to have lost all its color. However, her right cheek was red and swollen. It was obvious that she had been hit.

Her eyes widened in fear as her breathing quickened and her lips trembled.

Sheng Tianci also noticed that the two buttons on her top were missing. Someone must have pulled them off. Without a doubt, that person must have been Rong Cheng!

He knew what had happened even without Song Wanqiu telling him. Her ex-husband was really a beast. Not only did he come to find trouble with her, but he also had such ill intentions!

Sheng Tianci was furious and wanted to kill Rong Cheng. However, Rong Cheng was helped up by his two bodyguards while the chauffeur hurriedly called the emergency number and contacted the police.

Soon, the ambulance and the police car arrived.

The doctors and nurses quickly carried the unconscious Rong Cheng onto a stretcher and sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment. When the people from the police station saw the ceramic shards, bloodstains, and the frightened Song Wanqiu, they immediately restrained her and handcuffed her to bring her back for interrogation.

Before being taken away, Song Wanqiu asked Sheng Tianci not to tell Rong Si about this matter for the time being and let him spend a few happy days with Su Shengjing.

Unfortunately, the happy days had ended early.

***

Song Wanqiu looked down at Rong Si and squeezed out a smile. "Ah Si, don't cry. You're a little man. How can you cry?"

If she could, she would rather he knew nothing and let herself bear everything.

"I don't want you to go to jail!" Rong Si repeated and looked up at her.

Not only Song Wanqiu but also Su Jiu could clearly see that Rong Si's eyes were terrifyingly red. They were filled with sadness, anger, and ruthlessness. He was like a little beast that had been agitated.

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