Chapter 36 His Thunderous Fury Overturns the Song Family in One Night!

Chapter 36 His Thunderous Fury Overturns the Song Family in One Night!

Song Tingyu was taken away by the police, and the crowd in the main hall gradually dispersed.

The low pressure left by that storm still heavily shrouded the entire Lu family compound.

In the east wing, a single lamp flickered dimly.

Su Wanqing was unusually calm. She was counting a new batch of Jade Complexion Cream, preparing to send it out first thing tomorrow morning.

Lu Yao was frightened today and ran around doing chores, so she was already exhausted and went back to her room to rest.

The door was gently pushed open.

Lu Zhanting walked in, bringing with him the chill of the late night.

He was impeccably dressed in military uniform, with a stern face, but Su Wanqing could still see through his calm exterior to the turbulent sea beneath.

"It's all taken care of."

He walked to her side, his voice low and tinged with a barely perceptible tension.

"And you?" Su Wanqing put down the white porcelain bottle in her hand, raised her head, and looked straight into his deep eyes with her clear gaze. "Have you taken care of your matter?"

Lu Zhanting did not speak.

He stretched out his arms and pulled her into a tight, forceful embrace.

The force was so great that it seemed not like an embrace, but rather a confirmation, a confirmation that the person in the arms was real and unharmed.

His body was somewhat stiff, his chin pressed heavily against the top of her head, and his breathing was heavy and hot.

“I questioned that doctor.”

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice terribly hoarse, each word sounding like it was being ground in his throat.

“Song Tingyu’s instructions to him were very clear.”

Su Wanqing listened quietly, her hand unconsciously stroking his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his military uniform.

"She doesn't want a simple allergy."

"The dosage she wants is enough to cause skin to fester and leave permanent scars. She wants to ruin your face and your hands."

His arms tightened suddenly, the hardness of his grip causing Su Wanqing some pain, but she didn't make a sound, only hugging him back even tighter.

"Arrest is not punishment."

Every word Lu Zhanting uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth; there was no roar, but it carried a destructive aura that wanted to burn everything to ashes.

"This is just the beginning."

"The Song family must pay the price for her actions."

Su Wanqing could sense that a thunderous storm, spearheaded by him and directed against the Song family, had already begun.

...

The Song family's phone rang all night.

Commander Song sat in his study, and overnight, his temples were covered in white frost.

My daughter is being held in a detention center on charges of malicious assault. The evidence is conclusive, with both witnesses and physical evidence.

He used all his connections and made every possible phone call.

The responses I received were either no one answering or polite but distant evasions.

"Old Song, this matter is being personally overseen by higher-ups; no one dares to interfere."

"Commander Song, I'm so sorry, my wife also used that Jade Complexion Cream and is still under observation in the hospital. I can't help you with this."

Every phone call was like a door slamming shut in front of him.

In desperation, he dialed the Lu family's hotline.

On the other end of the phone was Lu Zhenguo's cold and authoritative voice.

"Old Lu!" Commander Song's voice was pleading. "It's my fault for not raising my daughter properly. Tingyu was just confused for a moment! Please, for the sake of our years of friendship, show her mercy and let her go! I'm willing to compensate you, I'm willing to do anything!"

“Commander Song,” Lu Zhenguo interrupted him, “your daughter has broken the law. My family has suffered harm and slander. This matter can no longer be resolved by family ties. Everything will be handled according to the law.”

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The busy tone on the phone, like the death knell, shattered Commander Song's last glimmer of hope.

He slumped into the chair, his body ice-cold.

He knew that what the Lu family wanted this time was neither an apology nor compensation.

What they wanted was the destruction of the Song family.

...

Lu Zhanting didn't sleep all night.

He sat at his desk, the orange light casting a deep shadow on his resolute profile.

In front of him was a black telephone and a thick directory.

He did not contact any high-ranking military officials, nor did he put pressure on the public security system.

He made calls to other people.

Those families that have business dealings with the Song family in various fields, or those with long-standing grudges.

His long, slender fingers traced across the list, then he picked up the receiver, dialed a number, his movements steady and precise.

“Uncle Wang, you should remember how the Song family acquired that piece of land in the south of the city back then. Now, it’s time to take back what belongs to you.”

His voice was low, but every word was clear.

Hang up and dial again.

“Uncle Li, I have evidence that the Song family was behind the project that you lost three years ago. I will have someone deliver the evidence to your residence first thing tomorrow morning.”

Another phone call.

"Mr. Zhou, your brother's company was maliciously acquired by the Song family's enterprises, wasn't it? If you want revenge, now is the best opportunity."

His voice was calm and undisturbed. Each phone call was like a long-buried sharp blade, drawn simultaneously tonight, precisely piercing the Song family's most vulnerable lifeline.

He wasn't creating a storm; he was just setting off a powder keg that was already full.

The next day, at daybreak, the storm arrived as expected.

The military discipline inspection commission's investigation team suddenly moved into Commander Song's office, citing multiple letters of complaint filed under real names, accusing him of abusing his power to seek exorbitant profits for his family business.

In the business world, Song's partner companies, as if by prior arrangement, unilaterally announced the termination of their cooperation. Banks came knocking on the door demanding repayment, and the stock market opened with a limit down. Within a single day, the market value of all of Song's businesses evaporated by nearly half.

In the political arena, the Song family's former allies have become strangers overnight.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down.

In just one day, the Song family's seemingly solid fortress was already surrounded by enemies and on the verge of collapse.

In the afternoon, Lu Zhanting appeared alone at the Song family villa.

He walked through the dilapidated courtyard without guards, dressed in civilian clothes, with a stern expression.

Commander Song looked at the uninvited young man, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"What exactly do you want?" His voice was hoarse and dry.

Lu Zhanting did not answer, but simply placed a thick brown paper bag on the coffee table with a dull thud.

"This contains detailed accounts of all the Song family's illicit income over the past ten years. It includes every bribe and every transfer of benefits."

Commander Song's face instantly drained of all color.

“This,” Lu Zhanting took out a small recorder and pressed the play button.

From inside came Song Tingyu's hysterical screams: "My dad is the commander! He'll get me out of here! I'm going to ruin that bitch Su Wanqing! Once I get out, I'll kill her too! None of you will get away with this!"

The frantic sounds coming from the tape recorder contrasted sharply with Commander Song's ashen face.

"I'll give you two choices." Lu Zhanting's voice was devoid of any warmth.

"First, I will hand these things over to the Discipline Inspection Commission. The Song family will be completely wiped out of Beijing. You, your wife, and your son will all be caught."

He paused for a moment, and the heavy silence made it almost impossible for Commander Song to breathe.

"Second, you should hold a press conference to publicly condemn Song Tingyu's crimes and announce that you are severing your father-daughter relationship with her. Then, citing health reasons, apply for early retirement. Turn over all your illegal gains to the state."

"In exchange, I will destroy this file. Your wife and son can live peacefully as ordinary people."

Commander Song stared intently at the file, his body trembling violently, like a candle flickering in the wind.

He knew he had no choice.

What Lu Zhanting gave was not a choice, but an ultimatum.

"I...I choose...the second option..."

He seemed to have all his strength drained away as he squeezed out those words from his throat.

Then, this man, who had never fallen on the battlefield, suddenly covered his face, his shoulders heaving violently, and let out a low, suppressed sob, like that of a trapped beast.

Everything he built with his own hands, he buried today with his own hands.

Two days later, the headlines of the capital's newspapers were dominated by news about the Song family.

Commander Song announced his resignation and publicly severed all ties with his daughter, Song Tingyu.

Song Tingyu's case was tried quickly.

Faced with irrefutable evidence and without any backing, she was sentenced to 15 years in prison for "malicious injury" and "disturbing public order," and sent to the most remote labor reform farm on the northern border to serve her sentence.

It was a freezing cold place, deserted and uninhabited.

She will spend the best years of her youth in endless toil and regret.

When the news reached the Lu family, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In the courtyard of the east wing, Su Wanqing was watering a newly planted orchid, sunlight falling on her serene profile.

Lu Zhanting walked up from behind, gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“It’s all over,” he said softly. “This time, it’s truly over.”

Su Wanqing leaned against his firm chest, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat, the fragrance of orchids and the clean scent of soap on his body filling her nostrils.

She didn't say anything.

She knew that this man, though usually taciturn, would become the fiercest predator when she was threatened, using the most ruthless methods to eliminate any enemy who dared to harm her.

He was her strongest support and her sharpest weapon.

It was precisely because of him that she was able to create her own vast world without any worries.

The turmoil in the capital has temporarily subsided.

The downfall of the Song family was both unexpected and yet entirely predictable.

However, Su Wanqing's cosmetics business gained widespread recognition because of this incident.

Before her, a brand new road leading to a business empire had been laid out.