CHAPTER 212: CHAPTER 212: MO YINHE IS MY RAPID-ACTING CARDIOTONIC PILL 1

Mo Yinhe held Si Mingjing tightly in his embrace, the force a bit strong, making Si Mingjing, who was asleep, feel a bit short of breath.

Si Mingjing, with her naive sleeping face, thought she was hugging Liangliang and even reached out to ruffle Liangliang’s hair in her sleep. Then, she planted a kiss on Liangliang’s little forehead and said, "Liangliang, you’re hugging Sister so tight I can’t breathe."

The moist, warm, and soft sensation, like electricity shooting across his forehead, made Mo Yinhe’s breath instantly heat up. His gaze deepened as he stared at the baby in his arms. He loosened the grip of the hand around her waist somewhat, yet couldn’t bear to let go. His other arm passed under her neck, allowing her to rest on it while bringing her fully into his embrace, holding her close without any gaps.

She was merely a bit short of breath. That was all. His heart felt like it was about to melt.

On the other hand, Song Tengfei was utterly stupefied. After a tiring night, Mo Yinhe had called him early in the morning. What did that mean? His daughter had slept with Mo Yinhe?!!! Was he about to become Mo Yinhe’s father-in-law?

This delightful surprise completely stunned Song Tengfei! He indeed dared not make another call. If he offended Mo Yinhe, even ten Song Group companies wouldn’t suffice to settle the score. However, if his daughter formed a relationship with Mo Yinhe, he would become Mo Yinhe’s father-in-law in the future!

Song Tengfei felt his prospects were boundless, yet little did he expect that in court, his own mother would deal him a heavy blow!

Thanks to the Lu Family exerting their influence, Song Mother’s case was handled impartially, and the verdict was a foregone conclusion. However, another remarkable event took place in court. Amidst her tearful repentance, Song Mother confessed to something else: Si Yao had not committed murder!

All the members of the Song Family sitting in the gallery stood up, nervous and excited.

Song Father burst out angrily, "Old woman, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"I’m not talking nonsense. Our family is haunted by an evil spirit. That wrongfully deceased girl, she has come for our family. If we can’t appease her resentment, she will harm our family members one by one. She will also eternally haunt Pianlan’s lonely soul, making it impossible for her to be reincarnated after death!"

Ignoring the warning looks from everyone in the Song Family, Song Mother made her confession in court. "It was Pianlan who found her high school classmate, Liang Shimu, to pretend to be my former daughter-in-law Si Yao. My father-in-law is skilled in plastic surgery. He transformed Liang Shimu to look like Si Yao and then framed her for murder..."

Song Mother emphasized repeatedly, "My son didn’t know about this. It was I, my father-in-law, and Pianlan who plotted this in secret. We didn’t want our son to divorce Si Yao because we were afraid that if he did, our family’s wealth and honor would be gone. I am now willing to atone for my sins to the deceased Liang Shimu. I am willing to make amends..."

Song Mother loved her daughter, and she loved her son. She confessed to her crimes but exonerated Song Tengfei entirely.

With Song Mother’s words, the courtroom erupted into commotion. Old Master Song was detained on the spot.

Song Tengfei, having narrowly avoided implication, feigned complete disbelief. "Impossible! Your Honors, esteemed prosecutors, it’s not possible! My mother must have lost her mind. There’s no such thing; it absolutely can’t be..."

But no one was listening to him. Two police officers approached. "Mr. Song, please accompany us back to the police station."

With Song Tengfei’s former wife framed as a murderer, who knew if Song Tengfei was involved? Thus, both Song Tengfei and Song Father were taken away.

Only Fang Jing remained, sitting in the gallery, drenched in cold sweat and filled with lingering fear. Song Tengfei’s secretary, Zhou Wanyun, was also there. Her face was deathly pale, her fists clenched tightly as tears suddenly streamed down her face.

...

When Si Mingjing woke up, the news had already spread. It even topped the trending searches.

Seeing Si Mingjing come downstairs, Old Madam Ye rushed over with concern, taking her hand. "Mingjing, my good child, you’ve been wronged, and your mother has been wronged too. It’s truly a sin. But rest assured, justice may be late, but it will never be absent."

Si Mingjing looked bewildered. "What happened?"

Ye Siyuan strode over and said, "Mingjing, quick, look at the trending topics! Your family is all over them! Your grandmother confessed in court, saying Si Yao didn’t kill anyone. The real murderer was a woman named Liang Shimu, whom Old Master Song had given plastic surgery to look like Si Yao! This was a long-planned conspiracy!"

"Are you telling the truth?" Si Mingjing asked. Then she looked at the trending searches, her face filled with shock, tears almost rolling down her cheeks—this was a delightful surprise.

But how could that old woman suddenly have a crisis of conscience? Why did she confess so readily? There must be something she didn’t know about this. Although she had posed as a fortune-teller to scare the old woman, surely the old woman wasn’t *that* easily frightened. What unknown details were involved in this matter? She felt a sense of unreality.

Old Madam Ye, thinking Si Mingjing had only just learned of the matter, put an arm around her shoulders to comfort her, saying, "Don’t worry, the law will certainly give you justice. It’s just a pity for your mother. That’s why you girls must be sharp-eyed when choosing a man. What kind of people his family are—you must do your homework in advance."

These words were meant not only for Si Mingjing but also for Ye Siyuan. For a girl getting married, the kind of family she’s marrying into is crucial; Si Yao was a case in point.

Si Mingjing nodded. Through the French windows, she watched Mo Yinhe tying a swing for Liangliang in the yard. His profile was tall and imposing. The sunlight bathed him, making him look dazzling and captivating. An idea formed in her mind.

Si Mingjing went out to find him. "Do you know what’s behind my grandmother confessing to her crimes in court?"

"Saw the trending search?"

Si Mingjing, emotionally stirred, said, "Quickly tell me! Did you have a hand in this?"

Mo Yinhe said regretfully, "Sadly, the old woman only confessed to Old Master Song’s and Song Pianlan’s involvement, not implicating anyone else. Her psychological resilience is stronger than I thought. Hateful as she is, she’s quite protective of her own two children."

"What exactly happened?" Si Mingjing was curious.

Fengjue, sleeves rolled up and acting as a carpenter nearby, said, "Miss Si, on New Year’s Eve, before His Excellency left the Imperial Capital, he went to the prison. He arranged for a top psychological hypnotist to be your grandmother’s cellmate. His Excellency knew you had contacted Master Huixian and had disguised yourself as a blind fortune-teller, scaring your grandmother with a story about an avenging ghost. So, he had the hypnotist cellmate hypnotize your grandmother every night, intensifying her fear. The hypnotist cellmate made an evil spirit appear in your grandmother’s dreams at night, tormenting her so she couldn’t sleep. During the day, the cellmate played the role of a sympathetic confidante, soothing your grandmother’s emotions. She told her that the only way out was to confess and atone to dispel the evil spirit’s resentment. After days of psychological torment, her mental defenses were on the verge of collapse, leading her to confess proactively. Unfortunately, not everyone involved was exposed."

After Fengjue’s explanation, Si Mingjing looked up at Mo Yinhe, her eyes filled with passionate gratitude. "Thank you."

Even though not everyone was brought to justice, this outcome was still an unexpected and immense delight for Si Mingjing.