Darling, Please Forgive Me
Chapter 100: Friendship Established Successfully.

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Friendship Established Successfully.

Police station.

Mu Cidian went to understand her mother’s case.

Xin Zaozao had reported that her mother had intentionally hit her, even attempting to kill her, and provided proof of injury.

This matter, although not constituting homicide, could constitute intentional assault, with the sentencing depending on circumstances and the victim’s attitude. In other words, such matters could be classified as civil disputes. Plainly speaking, if Xin Zaozao didn’t sue, the matter could be dismissed.

Utilizing connections, Mu Cidian bailed her mother out of the police station and back home.

Wan Quan trembled with anger all the way home.

What did Xin Zaozao think she was, daring to sue her?!

"Where is Xin Zaozao?" Wan Quan asked. "Is she still at home?"

"She left just now, I don’t know where she went."

"Find her!" Wan Quan demanded. "I really want to see, has she grown bear’s heart and leopard’s guts? She actually wants to sue me?!"

"Called her phone but she didn’t answer," Mu Cidian said.

After understanding the case, Mu Cidian had looked for her but hadn’t found her.

"I don’t believe she can really sue me. Go find the best lawyer for me," Wan Quan said dismissively.

"First, see if it can be settled privately," Mu Cidian suggested.

"What? Do you expect me to beg her, Xin Zaozao, not to?"

"Xin Zaozao has substantial evidence; we can’t win a lawsuit against her," Mu Cidian was blunt.

Wan Quan paused for a moment.

"Don’t rush, I’ll handle this matter," Mu Cidian tried to soothe.

Wan Quan held back, then said fiercely, "If Xin Zaozao wants to make waves, I’ll see that she doesn’t survive."

Mu Cidian did not respond.

It was still raining heavily outside the window, and the sky had also darkened.

He didn’t know where Xin Zaozao had gone; the servants said she hadn’t come back since she left the house.

He could feel that the current Xin Zaozao had changed, changed a lot!

...

After leaving the villa, Xin Zaozao went to find Song Zhizhi.

She had accepted Song Zhizhi’s phone number, then dialed it.

They met at a Western restaurant.

At that time, Song Zhizhi had just finished work.

Song Zhizhi brought Luo Xiaolang to the meeting.

Xin Zaozao seemed to take an extra look at Luo Xiaolang.

"What do you need my help with?" After ordering their meals, Song Zhizhi got straight to the point.

There was no superfluous talk, which instead felt very familiar.

Xin Zaozao bit her lip. "My father left all his shares to me."

Song Zhizhi of course knew this, so she wasn’t the least bit surprised.

In her previous life, although she didn’t care much, she still heard such major news; after all, the whole city was surprised that Xin Group had ended up in the hands of Xin Zaozao, and Wan Quan’s mother had ended up with nothing.

"I’m afraid Wan Quan will frame me," Xin Zaozao said.

Actually, Song Zhizhi wanted to tell her that maybe Wan Quan hadn’t killed her father, that his death was purely an accident. At the very least, in her last life, Xin Zaozao hadn’t found any evidence to prove this fact.

Moreover, from the fact that Xin Group fell into Xin Zaozao’s hands, it could be inferred that Wan Quan and her son hadn’t yet taken control of Xin Family, and they would not be so foolish as to kill Xin He. If they had wanted to kill him, they would have done it long ago, rather than waiting until now.

But some things are useless to say too much about; Xin Zaozao would find out on her own.

She said, "You want me to find you a bodyguard," an easy deduction from the way Xin Zaozao looked at Luo Xiaolang.

"Yes," Xin Zaozao nodded.

"Okay, I’ll arrange it as soon as possible," said Song Zhizhi. She then asked, "Does it have to be a female bodyguard?"

"No, I want a male bodyguard," Xin Zaozao was certain.

"Why?" A female bodyguard should be more appropriate for personal protection.

"Men are more reliable," Xin Zaozao explained.

It was a desperate gamble, hence the uncompromising stance.

"Okay," Song Zhizhi nodded.

At that moment, Luo Xiaolang seemed to look up at Xin Zaozao, probably holding a grudge about her comment, but after all, Luo Xiaolang didn’t meddle in other people’s affairs, so he said nothing.

"How should I thank you?" Xin Zaozao asked.

"No need," Song Zhizhi said.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Xin Zaozao was still guarded in the end.

Once bitten, twice shy; she understood the principle.

Song Zhizhi laughed, "I want to make friends with you."

"What benefits can I offer you?" Xin Zaozao pressed on.

"You must have heard about the current situation of the Ye Family, even if you haven’t yet been involved with the business world. Our family is in a critical period now; I need to make connections with the Consortium Group," Song Zhizhi didn’t want to conceal.

"Why me and not Mu Cidian?" Xin Zaozao wasn’t stupid.

"Indeed, everyone thinks that Xin Group would fall into Mu Cidian’s hands, but I’m different from others. I know many things that others don’t know, such as knowing that you will go abroad, you will return, and you will inherit Xin Group. So, from the beginning, my goal has been you, not Mu Cidian!"

Xin Zaozao looked at Song Zhizhi with scrutiny. "Why do you know so much?"

"Do you believe in rebirth?" Song Zhizhi smiled.

She had asked Ji Baijian this question.

Ji Baijian thought she was crazy, but now he believed her.

She thought, at this moment, Xin Zaozao would also think she was crazy.

She heard Xin Zaozao say, "I don’t believe."

Song Zhizhi faintly smiled.

"But I am willing to believe you," Xin Zaozao enunciated carefully.

Song Zhizhi was taken aback.

"To me, I have lost everything and am not afraid of losing anything more."

After all, she had nothing to lose.

If Song Zhizhi wanted to deceive her, she didn’t mind.

After all, she had been cheated by Mu Cidian; there were no bigger schemes that could hurt her more.

And now she was helpless and alone; she needed someone to help her.

"Mm," Song Zhizhi laughed, responding to her.

Not layering the conversation with insincere words, time would reveal true intentions.

The meal was quite pleasant.

Song Zhizhi drove Xin Zaozao home.

"Are you returning to the Xin Family villa?" Song Zhizhi asked.

"This is my home," Xin Zaozao said. "Those who should leave are themselves."

"Right," Song Zhizhi agreed.

The car arrived at the destination.

Xin Zaozao thanked her and was about to leave.

"Wait," Song Zhizhi called out to her.

Xin Zaozao turned around.

"Luo Xiaolang, you can trust his combat power. I’ll lend him to you for a few days," Song Zhizhi said.

Xin Zaozao looked at her.

Song Zhizhi didn’t say much, but turned to Luo Xiaolang and instructed, "Follow Zaozao for the next few days."

"Mhm," Luo Xiaolang was always obedient.

Luo Xiaolang got out of the driver’s seat, and Song Zhizhi took his place.

"Zhizhi," Xin Zaozao called out to her.

The transition from Song Zhizhi to Zhizhi marked a qualitative leap with just one less word.

"Thank you," Xin Zaozao said sincerely.

Song Zhizhi smiled and drove away.