Night Wanderer

Chapter 47 0,9,1,4

Zong Qinglin was so angry that he could not help but speak without thinking. His hands were shaking as he spoke.

Zong Ying turned her head to look at the phone lying on the ground. The screen struggled to light up for a few seconds before going completely dark.

She had missed Sheng Qingrang's call.

Zong Ying lifted her head, still trying to keep her voice calm. "Talk nicely, is it necessary to smash the phone?"

She questioned, and Zong Qinglin became more and more angry, raising his hand to slap her –

Before his palm could even touch a strand of her hair, Zong Ying suddenly raised her arm and grabbed his wrist with all her strength, resisting this unreasonable outburst. She stared straight at him, her gaze full of discontent, and gritted her teeth: "If you've done nothing wrong, why be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door? If your conscience is clear, why should rumors scare you this much?"

Her breath quickened, facial muscles tensed, and her words turned sharp: "Regarding my mother's case—since you didn't bother to investigate it back then and insisted she committed suicide, then there's no need for you to worry now. Whether I investigate it or how I do so is my business. It has nothing to do with you."

Out of breath, Zong Ying flung his hand away and walked straight toward the right, bending down to pick up the shattered phone.

She pressed the power button hard, trying to get it to work again, but it was unresponsive.

The broken device was growing colder, but Zong Ying still put it in her pocket and walked quickly down the steps and out the door.

She had always been silent and tolerant. When she was a child, she didn't cry or make a fuss when she heard that her mother had died unexpectedly. Her current tough attitude and behavior were unexpected by Zong Qinglin.

His surprise quickly turned into rage. He spun around and shouted, "Stop right there!"

Zong Ying paused in the pitch-black night for two seconds. In the end, she only slightly turned her head and left him with a parting remark: "Take care of yourself."

Then she walked swiftly out the gates.

First came the dispute over shares, then a scandal involving fraud—Xinxi was now in deep turmoil. For Zong Ying to still wish him well was more than he deserved.

She had already sold off her shares and had no more ties to Xinxi. After such a falling out with her family, she probably wouldn't have any more contact with them either.

The oncoming car was full of people going home, but Zong Ying walked out alone. The street lights perfunctorily illuminated the road ahead, while the path she'd walked was already swallowed by darkness.

Walking out—did it mean cutting all ties?

Zong Ying stood on a quiet and narrow road in the villa area. One car after another was returning home, passing by her. In the distance, thousands of lights were flashing, but they had nothing to do with her. She sighed and wanted to make a phone call, but her phone was broken; she wanted to go back to the apartment, but it was difficult to get a taxi in the villa area.

She walked all the way out, feeling exhausted. She didn't know where to go. She was only accompanied by hunger and the early autumn evening breeze.

Zong Ying sat down on the side of the road.

An ambulance wailed past on the main road. Across the street, a row of small shops glowed dimly. Not far away, people danced in a plaza. A few pedestrians strolled in the night. A curious little girl looked at her and asked her elder, "That lady sitting there is weird. Is she a beggar?" The elder scolded her, "Xiao Ning, don't talk nonsense!"