553: 542 553: 542 “Just now?” Song Yun pretended to try hard to recall, and didn’t speak until half a day later, “Just now, Tongtong and Brother Tu took me into the storage room, and then they…
wanted to do that to me, so I resisted, but Tongtong held me down, and my resistance was futile.
Brother Tu was just watching, but he seemed to not know what he touched, so all those piled up instruments…
They just fell down, and then I got hit by a black object and passed out.”
Song Yun’s account was a mixture of truths and half-truths, even going so far as to mention that Tongtong and Brother Tu grabbed him to mess with him, a topic most people would be too embarrassed to discuss, but Song Yun managed to phrase it euphemistically.
Combined with other things known about those two, Smiling Tiger was inclined to believe the story about fifty percent.
“Are you sure Brother Tu touched those things?” Smiling Tiger asked.
“Should be?” Song Yun made a show of trying to remember, “At that time, I was being held by Tongtong, and there was nothing around us that could be touched.”
“Fine, prepare a detailed account of everything for me later,” Smiling Tiger ordered.
“This…
okay, officer, but what happened to those two guys now?” Song Yun asked curiously.
“Why do you care so much?” Smiling Tiger rebuked Song Yun and then said, “You’re really lucky, to escape after being grabbed by Tongtong—isn’t that something?
That kid got it worse, got hit and suffered a brain hemorrhage, Brother Tu also got his brains smashed in.
Sigh.”
“It’s that bad!” Song Yun exclaimed in surprise, feeling secretly delighted.
The instruments couldn’t have fallen more appropriately.
Song Yun hadn’t hoped for such serious injuries, but now one of them had a severe brain hemorrhage, it was doubtful if he’d survive, and the other had his brains bashed out.
Now, it seemed no one else could spill the beans about his doings.
“So, you’re indeed lucky,” he said, turning to look at Mo Yuyao with a gentle smile on his face, “Yuyao, after work, let’s go out for dinner.
I know a really good place.”
“Sure!” Mo Yuyao smiled and nodded.
“Brother Hu, I still need to tend to Song Yun’s wound.
If you’re not busy, you should get back to work.”
Hearing Mo Yuyao’s words, Song Yun knew there would be trouble.
This naive girl didn’t even know the art of conversation.
He was just a prisoner, and it was enough that she knew his name, but she had called him Song Yun directly.
This suggested a whole different level of familiarity.
If she had used a more formal address, it would have seemed purely official, but calling him by his full name in this context and asking Smiling Tiger to leave…
That looked a bit too friendly.
Simply put, it meant she had already established a certain relationship with Song Yun.
Sure enough, Smiling Tiger, a seasoned figure of the Martial World, though under thirty, immediately caught the subtext in Mo Yuyao’s words, hesitated for a moment, and then shot Song Yun a piercing glance.
“Yuyao, do you know him?” Smiling Tiger probed nonchalantly.
“Know him?
He’s been here twice!” Mo Yuyao was unaware of Smiling Tiger’s ulterior motives with the question, but she knew better than to let anyone find out that she had become friends with Song Yun, hence her response.
“Oh!
He’s been coming quite frequently, haha.
Alright, I’m off!” With those words, Smiling Tiger left the infirmary.
But as he was leaving, he gave Song Yun a cold look, like a snake eyeing its prey.
“Damn, I’ve got another tail,” Song Yun watched Smiling Tiger leave, helpless.
This Smiling Tiger truly lived up to his nickname, always putting on a friendly face—what, was he trying to be like Judge Bao?
“Yuyao, you and the Prison Police Captain…?” Song Yun asked tentatively.
“Brother Smiling Tiger?
Hehe, he’s wooing me,” Mo Yuyao laughed.
Song Yun was taken aback.
This girl really had a personality.
“But I don’t like him.
He always has that smiling tiger face, acting like he’s imitating Judge Bao.
The kind of guy I like should always be smiling, kind to people, have ideals, cherish me, and also…
have a sense of social responsibility!
Ah, why am I telling you this?” Mo Yuyao was initially excited, but then she noticed Song Yun’s slightly surprised expression and immediately became shy.
“Hehe, I can understand everything else, but…
a sense of social responsibility, what’s that?” Song Yun asked.
“Of course, it’s the heart to contribute to society!
It’s not about how big the effort is, but having that heart is what counts,” Mo Yuyao said seriously.
“Even though everywhere you go, people are saying this part of society or that part is bad, we all live in society.
We have food and clothing, are free from the troubles of war, can read novels when we’re bored, and even have the spare energy to critique some of the injustices—that’s all given to us by society.”
“So since we’ve received so much from society, naturally, we should give back to it!”
“How to give back?” Song Yun’s eyes lit up.
It’s easy to find beautiful women, but girls with their own character are rare, and even fewer think about giving back to society!
Even the women living in luxury homes didn’t have an ambition like Mo Yuyao’s.
Her views aligned closely with some of Song Yun’s own beliefs.
So, Song Yun’s interest in Mo Yuyao grew even stronger, not just because he was currently bored, but also because of her worldview.
“Of course, by helping those in need!” Mo Yuyao spoke earnestly.
“Out in the west, there are so many people facing hardship: kids who can’t afford school, teenagers who lack nutrition during their growth spurts, lots and lots.
Even though the Black Cross Society’s actions are disheartening, that’s no excuse not to do good.”
“But, good ideas are one thing; putting them into action is difficult,” Song Yun said with equal sincerity.
“It’s precisely because it’s difficult that it becomes more meaningful to do it!” Mo Yuyao’s face glowed with a different kind of light.
“That’s why in the future, I want to find a husband who is not only wealthy but also has a loving heart!”
“Haha, Yuyao, you really are different from others.
Nowadays, many people just want to find a rich husband without caring about anything else—you also want your man to have a heart,” Song Yun teased.
“Of course,” Mo Yuyao suddenly smiled shyly, “I only earn 3000 a month now, but luckily I live at home.
So every month, I sponsor ten children’s education with 2000 from my salary.
You might think 200 per person is too little?
But let me tell you, in the west, some kids don’t even spend 200 in a whole term!”