After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 30 The storm is over, and sweetness arrives quietly

Sang Jiuyue's mother was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the evidence and tore it up frantically. The confetti flew like snowflakes. Her face was distorted and she roared, "You bitch who is full of lies! You made up these things to slander Jiuyue. She is now tortured by depression and is no longer recognizable. It's all your fault!" After that, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

In the blink of an eye, several burly men rushed out from the darkness, their muscles tense and their faces full of hostility, and they surrounded Sang Shuwan step by step. However, Sang Shuwan did not move at all, with his hands folded across his chest, and the disdain on his face became stronger, and he even snorted, "Is that all you can do? You asked someone to scare me, what a waste."

The leading man swung his fist at him, bringing with him a strong wind. Sang Shuwan dodged easily without even a hair messed up. Taking advantage of the situation, she raised her leg and kicked the man's knee. The man fell to his knees, howling in pain. Sang Shuwan patted the non-existent dust on the corner of her clothes, looked at everyone, and said sarcastically: "If you want to touch me, you should consider your own weight. Even if I am weak, I can still deal with you." Although she was alone, her momentum was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight at her opponent without any fear.

Sang Shuwan was agile. After she kicked down the leading man, she quickly ducked to avoid a kick from the man on the side. She then elbowed him hard in the ribs, earning him a painful groan. She stood up quickly, patted the corner of her clothes, and the disdain in her eyes was real. She sneered, "With your mediocre skills, you dare to come out and embarrass yourself?"

The remaining men looked at each other, their faces filled with shame and anger, and their attacks became more fierce, surrounding Sang Shuwan in a fan shape, trying to trap her. One of them jumped high, and his fist as big as a casserole came down from above with a whirring sound; Sang Shuwan was not in a hurry, and dodged to the side, and the fist brushed her hair. She took the opportunity to grab the other's wrist, twisted it with force, and with a "crack", the wrist bone was dislocated, and the man screamed and fell to the ground.

At this time, someone suddenly attacked from behind. Sang Shuwan seemed to have eyes behind his head. He turned around suddenly and kicked the man's throat with his leg. His movements were as fast as lightning. The man had no time to dodge. He covered his neck, his face turned purple, and he kept coughing. After solving the trouble in front of him, Sang Shuwan saw someone in the corner take out a dagger, and the cold light flashed.

Her eyes flashed, and she took advantage of the gap to rush to the pile of debris in the abandoned warehouse. In the stunned eyes of everyone, she picked up a thick iron rod, and the iron rod passed through the air, making a whirring sound. Sang Shuwan held the rod in both hands and took the initiative to meet the knife-wielding man. The iron rod collided with the dagger, sparks flew, and the sound of metal collision was deafening. After a few rounds, Sang Shuwan saw the flaw and hit the opponent's knife-wielding hand with a stick. The dagger fell to the ground, and she kicked the man away.

Sang Jiuyue's mother was stunned, shocked and angry, screaming: "Come on, kill her!" The big men gritted their teeth and rushed again despite the pain. Sang Shuwan fought more and more bravely, swinging the iron stick vigorously, forcing everyone to get close. Her physical strength was gradually consumed, her breathing was rapid, her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks, but her eyes were still hot, revealing ruthlessness and unwillingness to show weakness. She thought to herself: Even if I fight to my last breath today, I will never fall into the hands of this group of people.

Just as Sang Shuwan was gradually losing strength and the speed of swinging the iron rod slowed down, the door of the warehouse suddenly slammed open, and a clear and anxious male voice cut through the chaos: "Stop it!" Everyone turned their heads in surprise, and Jiang Ci Mu, wearing a white casual suit, walked in with big strides, his dark eyes fixed on the battle situation, full of anger and pity.

Sang Shuwan took the opportunity to take a breath, wiped her sweaty temples with her hands, raised the corners of her lips, and whispered teasingly and reassuringly: "I've been waiting for you to come." Jiang Cimu quickly stepped forward, stretched out his long arms, and firmly embraced her behind him. He swept his cold eyes over the group of embarrassed men and scolded them coldly: "A group of people bullying a girl, do you have any shame?"

Sang Jiuyue's mother opened her eyes wide, her face full of unwillingness, and raised her voice and shouted: "Jiang Ci Mu, don't meddle in other people's business, this is our family affair!" Jiang Ci Mu sneered, took a step forward, full of oppression: "Family affairs? Gathering a crowd to commit crimes and illegal detention are also family affairs, then what is the use of national laws?" After that, he gave a wink to the bodyguards behind him. The bodyguards were well-trained and subdued the troublemakers in just two or three moves.

Sang Shuwan straightened his messy clothes, walked around Jiang Cimu, and went straight to Sang Jiuyue's mother, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Aunt, your farce today is not over yet. You ignored the evidence and hired someone to hurt someone. Let's see the truth in court. Then, let the judge and the public see who is confusing right and wrong and who is the instigator."

Sang Jiuyue's mother swayed and collapsed to the ground. Her hatred was still there, but her arrogance had completely dissipated. Jiang Cimu gently put his arm around Sang Shuwan's shoulders and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Don't panic, I'll be there for you. Let's sort out the evidence and we'll definitely win this lawsuit."

After that, Sang Shuwan couldn't sleep all night, digging up the bits and pieces related to Sang Jiuyue in the past, and contacting familiar lawyers to organize the materials. Jiang Cimu was also busy, using all his connections to collect favorable evidence and accompany her to deal with media speculation and public opinion storms. The two shuttled side by side in the hustle and bustle of the city, determined to seek justice in court, regain the innocence that Sang Shuwan deserved, and let the evildoers be punished.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Sang Jiuyue's mother rolled her eyes, and while everyone's attention was on the subdued man, she rushed to the back door of the warehouse, her hair disheveled, her body staggering, without a trace of her previous arrogance and ruthlessness. But she had just taken two steps when Jiang Cimu gave her a look, and the bodyguards quickly understood and blocked her retreat like a nimble cheetah.

"Want to run? Too late." Sang Shuwan crossed her arms and walked forward, her eyes full of mockery, "Aunt, are you scared now? When you were shouting for war and killing just now, why didn't you expect this to happen?" Her voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Sang Jiuyue's mother's heart. Sang Jiuyue's mother was terrified, her body pressed against the wall, trying to squeeze out a smile of begging for mercy, her voice trembling: "Shuwan, it was Auntie who was confused for a moment, and was overwhelmed by Jiuyue's illness. Please forgive Auntie this time." While speaking, she glanced at Jiang Cimu, hoping that he would say something good.

Jiang Cimu frowned, his expression stern: "Isn't it too late to act pitiful now? Intentional injury, violent coercion, each of these are against the law, can you get away with it by saying you are confused?" Sang Shuwan snorted coldly and echoed: "Auntie, you and Jiyue have tripped me up and thrown dirty water on me over the years, I haven't settled the score with you in detail, the court will have justice."

Sang Jiuyue's mother was completely desperate, she sat on the ground, covered her face with her hands and sobbed. At this time, the sound of police sirens came from far away. It turned out that Jiang Cimu had quietly called the police when he entered the door. The police quickly entered the scene, and after understanding the situation, they handcuffed Sang Jiuyue's mother and took her to the police car.

In the police car, Sang Jiyue's mother still didn't give up. She turned her head and shouted at Sang Shuwan: "Don't be complacent, Jiyue won't let you go!" Sang Shuwan's expression did not change. Facing Jiang Cimu's worried eyes, she said softly: "With you here, I'm not afraid of anything. Our evidence is strong enough. Even if Sang Jiyue plays tricks again, she can't make any waves."

After the police car drove away, Sang Shuwan let out a long sigh and swayed slightly. Jiang Cimu hurriedly supported her and said distressedly: "Are you exhausted? Don't worry about the follow-up. I have found a team of lawyers. Just rest assured." Sang Shuwan leaned in his arms and nodded heavily. There were tears in her eyes, but she was full of determination. The storm was temporarily calmed down, but she knew that the final battle with Sang Jiuyue had just begun.

The sound of sirens gradually faded away, but Sang Shuwan's tense nerves were still unable to relax. Jiang Cimu calmly held her slightly trembling hand and said softly, "Let's go home." The two got into the car and were silent all the way. Only the hands clasped together conveyed warmth and dispelled some of the chill in their hearts.

The car slowly drove into the European-style villa on the outskirts of the city. The warm yellow light shone through the carved iron gate, as if it was welcoming them with open arms. The moment they entered the door, the familiar lavender scent lingered around their noses, and Sang Shuwan's tense body relaxed a little, but the thrilling scene just now kept flashing in his mind.

Jiang Cimu took out the medicine box from the cabinet with ease, pulled Sang Shuwan to sit on the sofa, carefully rolled up his bloody sleeves, and treated the wound. When the alcohol cotton swab touched the wound, he frowned slightly, and Sang Shuwan's eyes turned red, and she stammered: "It's all my fault. If you hadn't stopped me, you wouldn't have been hurt." Jiang Cimu raised his hand and scratched her nose, pretending to be relaxed: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's my instinct to protect you. It's just a minor injury. It will heal in a few days."

In the dead of night, Sang Shuwan lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, Sang Jiuyue's crazy appearance appeared before her eyes. Jiang Cimu leaned over and took her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, whispering softly: "Don't be afraid, it's all over. From now on, I will protect you, and no one can hurt you again." His voice was low and gentle, like a powerful sleeping pill, and Sang Shuwan gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, the sun gently spread over the bed. Sang Shuwan woke up and found the bed beside her empty. She went downstairs in her slippers and saw Jiang Cimu busy in the kitchen. The aroma of breakfast filled the whole house. "Are you awake? Come and have a taste." Jiang Cimu greeted her with a smile, his eyes full of pampering.

The morning light shines through the gauze curtains and gently falls on the dining table. Jiang Ci Mu and Sang Shu Wan sit opposite each other with an exquisite breakfast in front of them. The steam is rising from the breakfast, which seems to add a touch of worldly flavor to the scene.

Jiang Cimu took the first piece of toast, leaned forward slightly, raised his hand and gently wiped the jam on the corner of Sang Shuwan's mouth, and his fingertips accidentally touched her cheek, causing the skin there to turn red. With a smile on his lips, he handed the toast to Sang Shuwan's mouth and whispered, "Little greedy cat, you are not honest even when eating breakfast." Sang Shuwan glared at him angrily, opened her mouth and took a bite, and replied softly, "It's because you cook it too deliciously."

When Sang Shuwan was drinking milk, she accidentally choked. Jiang Cimu quickly put down the cutlery, walked around behind her, and patted her back. His palm was warm, and he stroked along her spine to soothe her. He was full of concern: "Drink slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you." After she recovered, Jiang Cimu picked up his own cup, took a sip, and then put one hand around Sang Shuwan's shoulders, and held her chin steadily with the other hand, and put his lips against the corner of her lips, and slowly passed the milk in his mouth to her. Sang Shuwan's eyes widened, her face flushed with shame, but she was reluctant to avoid it.

Halfway through the meal, Sang Shuwan picked up a piece of shrimp with chopsticks, deliberately waved it in front of Jiang Cimu, and smiled slyly: "Do you want it?" Jiang Cimu nodded in cooperation, pretending to grab it, but Sang Shuwan quickly withdrew her hand and fed the shrimp into her mouth, her cheeks puffed up, and said vaguely: "I won't give it to you." Jiang Cimu smiled helplessly, reached out to pinch her face, and when she wasn't paying attention, he kissed her suddenly, lightly swept with the tip of his tongue, took away the shrimp meat, and murmured vaguely: "Now I can eat it." Sang Shuwan pretended to be angry and hit him, but they both laughed heartily, and sweetness overflowed in the back and forth.

(End of this chapter)