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Chapter 30

She didn\'t speak, and with Song JinXing\'s domineering CEO aura added on, her cold expression made her look particularly intimidating.

Song Shuling bit her lip and had to say, "Let him go."

Zhong Ruanxing glanced at her and leisurely straightened her cuffs as she sat on the sofa: "He broke in to steal. You should call the police."

Song Shuling\'s rebellious spirit flared up again: "It\'s none of your business!"

Zhong Ruanxing said lightly, "I\'m your brother. I won\'t ignore your matters."

The ex-boyfriend listening to their conversation couldn\'t help but blurt out, "He\'s your ruthless, heartless brother who doesn\'t recognize family?"

Song Shuling: "..."

Zhong Ruanxing: "..."

It seemed this girl had talked a lot of trash about Song JinXing behind his back.

Zhong Ruanxing smiled and looked towards the ex: "Since you know I\'m ruthless and merciless, why don\'t you guess your fate today?"

The ex let out a yelp and immediately started crying, "Big brother-in-law, I was wrong! I\'m just a bit tight on cash lately and wanted to get some help from Lingling. Please spare me, I\'m still a child and don\'t know anything!"

If she wasn\'t afraid of dirtying her hands, Zhong Ruanxing really wanted to punch him.

Fortunately, her subordinate was perceptive and punched the ex in her place, directly hitting him in the face and making his nose bleed on the spot. He stared wide-eyed in terror, biting his lips tightly and not daring to wail any more.

Song Shuling seemed to be scared silly by this scene. Even with her rebelliousness, she was still afraid of this brother deep down, and her voice unconsciously softened as she pleaded, "Let him go. I don\'t want to see him again. I\'ll change the password."

She seemed to be scared Song JinXing would beat him to death.

Zhong Ruanxing asked, "Why did you break up?"

Song Shuling blanked for a moment before answering, "He cheated."

Zhong Ruanxing let out a cold laugh. As expected. How could such a good daughter of a prestigious family find decent friends from trash heaps? She didn\'t hesitate to dirty her hands anymore and walked up to the ex, lifting her leg for a kick. The ex was tied up and could only let out a miserable shriek as he crashed to the ground.

She crouched down and pinched his chin between two fingers as if taking out trash.

The ex was forced to lift his head and saw the sinister, angry face. He turned pale with fright upon hearing her ominous voice: "You even dare to think you deserve her?"

Song Shuling watched this scene blankly.

Ever since she started dating Wen Fei, those rich ladies had mocked her behind her back, saying she had found undecent trash.

But she didn\'t care back then. Wen Fei treated her so well! He cared for her in every little way, buying her breakfast in the morning, bringing her night snacks at night, delivering medicine when she was sick, picking her up in the rain, cooking and doing laundry for her, accompanying her through every sleepless night until dawn.

She was too addicted to that feeling of being spoiled and cherished in his hands.

So even when Wen Fei\'s family background was ordinary and he sometimes revealed disagreements in values, spending her money recklessly, she took it all willingly.

As long as he was willing to love her wholeheartedly, it was good enough.

She only wanted his complete love.

The only principle she couldn\'t compromise on was cheating. She had treated him so well, spending at least seven digits on him, yet he was still not satisfied and went behind her back to flirt with others!

After their big fight and breakup, not a single person comforted or defended her, only mocking her.

See, we told you he was no good. You insisted on being with him, now you\'ve gotten a taste of the bitter fruit, haven\'t you?

Of course she knew her judgement was poor.

But why did they have to blame her at a time like this, kicking her when she was down? Shouldn\'t they be denouncing that cheating scumbag instead?

She didn\'t expect that so long after the breakup, the first person to stand up for her would be...the brother she had always avoided.

The once seemingly omnipotent and steady Wen Fei now trembled like a chick under her brother\'s hands: "I won\'t dare again..."

Zhong Ruanxing released her hand and stood up, dusting off her fingers. She signaled for her subordinate to untie the ropes binding him. Wen Fei finally struggled free, but still didn\'t dare to move, curling up on the ground with his head in his arms, afraid of another beating.

Zhong Ruanxing said coldly, "Get lost."

Only then did he crawl away on all fours without daring to look back.

Song Shuling was still dazed. Zhong Ruanxing said, "Go change the password."

This time, she finally didn\'t oppose her brother anymore and obediently went to the door to delete and reset the password. After she was done, Zhong Ruanxing added, "Go to the property management office and delete his facial recognition data."

Song Shuling suddenly realized—right, there was also the residential access control. She also needed to delete Wen Fei\'s information so he couldn\'t enter the complex anymore.

Zhong Ruanxing accompanied her there. The two didn\'t speak the whole way. After explaining their purpose at the property management office, the staff immediately apologized for the oversight, as properties in rich areas were all at the golden butler level. Not only did they delete Wen Fei\'s facial recognition, they specially added his photo to the blacklist per Zhong Ruanxing\'s request, completely banning this person from entering in the future.

When they left, the property management gave them a bag of rice as an apology.

Even the property management of rich areas gave practical, down-to-earth gifts.

Song Shuling wanted to refuse: "I don\'t..."

But Zhong Ruanxing had already taken it, so she could only follow along.

As they walked back, she secretly glanced at the tall man carrying the bag of rice beside her. The scene felt extremely out of place, but a strange feeling grew in her heart—she seemed to...not dislike his interference in her life.

Her memories from before age three were long forgotten. The memories she had of this brother were all of the cool words of concern from the other end of phone calls.

She hated receiving those calls, like some distant relative she\'d never meet. Greetings from someone growing up would only make a teenager irritable. So later on, even the calls stopped coming.

The name Song JinXing became someone her cousins would occasionally discuss as a stranger.

Her grandma treated her very well, and Fourth Aunt was also very good to her. She grew up in affluence, able to have anything she wanted, yet her heart always lacked a certain warmth—the love that only blood parents could give.

When she learned this biological brother would be returning to the country, Song Shuling had also secretly anticipated it.

Would he be like Dad? Would he bring her gifts when they met? What would his first words to her be when they met? She didn\'t know if they looked alike, everyone said she resembled Mom more, so what about her brother?

She secretly hoped for a long time until her brother finally returned to the country.

She saw the brother she hadn\'t seen in twenty years at the welcoming banquet Grandpa held for him.

Yet he didn\'t say a single word to her.

He sat there, aloof and cold, not even glancing at her.

Later, when he took over Grandpa\'s company, he became the legendary figure everyone talked about. She often heard his name everywhere, with people admiring and respecting him in fear, yet she never dared to say that was her brother.

Even later, she heard her cousins scolding him, saying he didn\'t recognize family and was cold-blooded and heartless.

Song Shuling looked at the WeChat account from that welcoming banquet that hadn\'t messaged her at all and nodded in agreement.