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Chapter 198

She seemed to want to protect him.

"Xingxing," he said gently, "Do you want some instant noodles? They are very good at making them."

Zhong Ruanxing shook her head silently.

He stroked her back lightly with his palm: "It\'s so late, are you tired? Let\'s go rest in the tent?"

Zhong Ruanxing was silent for a while before slowly letting him go. Song Jinxing took her hand and walked towards his own tent.

As the main lead, plus his own company was one of the investors, he was treated very well on set, so his tent was also very spacious. Aside from the air mattress for sleeping, there was also a table, chairs, and an inflatable couch, like a small lounge area.

After the two entered the tent, the onlookers around them finally retracted their shocked gazes. The lighting was too dim, plus Song Jinxing had been standing with his back to the light just now, so they hadn\'t actually seen clearly what the person who suddenly appeared and hugged him looked like. They were just surprised that Ruanxing had a boyfriend, and that he had rushed over late at night to give her a hug!

What a clingy boyfriend, what sour love!

Only Hu Shuang couldn\'t conceal her shock and excitement. So Boss Song had taken a late night flight and went through several hours of travel, just to come see his girlfriend in the mountains!

No wonder the company arranged for her to receive him - with her seniority and position in the company, receiving the top leader wasn\'t something that should have fallen to her! But her biggest advantage was keeping secrets, which was also why her superiors had always appreciated her.

So that was why this was a task that needed someone who could keep secrets!

Hu Shuang was excited internally, but kept a serious expression externally. She turned to instruct the person in charge: "The boss\'s personal matters can\'t be spread around, you know what to do right?"

The person in charge nodded repeatedly: "I will inform them!"

After the small interlude, the liveliness outside the tents soon resumed. Inside the tent, Song Jinxing poured a cup of freshly boiled hot water for Zhong Ruanxing - no matter the weather, she always liked to drink hot water, which was a good habit.

The inflatable couch was very comfortable - when you sat down you would sink deeply into it, perfect for cuddling positions. Song Jinxing also sat down next to her, and the two of them were ensconced together just right for leaning on each other.

Song Jinxing held her fingers: "You came from Jing City?"

Zhong Ruanxing murmured in agreement.

"Have you eaten dinner?"

"I ate on the plane."

She leaned on him, still hugging him with both arms wrapped around his waist, one in front and one behind, enclosing him in her embrace. Song Jinxing leaned into her, feeling her hold him tighter and tighter until their bodies were pressed together seamlessly, feeling each other\'s heartbeats.

Zhong Ruanxing finally spoke up hoarsely: "Today I met with the detective surnamed Zou."

With just that one sentence, Song Jinxing understood what had happened. He also understood where all her strange mood had come from.

It seemed Zou Wang had investigated some crucial evidence.

He had originally planned to tell her after Zou Wang\'s investigation made progress again. During their initial information exchange after the swap, he had concealed this matter from her.

At that time, there was no need to tell her about this. Later, because of the constant lack of evidence, Zou Wang\'s investigation over the past few years had never yielded any results, just some suspicions. He hadn\'t wanted to bring in a second person to add to the hassle.

Now that Zou Wang\'s investigation had a result, it was time she knew.

Song Jinxing\'s voice was very calm: "What did he investigate?"

When Zhong Ruanxing thought of the cruel truth she had guessed at, for a moment she couldn\'t bear to say it out loud. But for him, who had been waiting for the truth all these years, not knowing would be even more cruel, right?

She didn\'t hesitate any longer, and told him about the evidence Zou Wang had investigated and the conclusions they had come to.

Song Jinxing held her, eyes slightly downcast, and listened quietly to it all.

When Zhong Ruanxing finally finished, she turned her head to look at his expression, so close.

His face was very tranquil, only his drooping eyelashes occasionally fluttered involuntarily, and she leaned in slightly, gently nuzzling him with her forehead: "You already guessed it long ago, didn\'t you?"

If he didn\'t suspect anything, why look for a private investigator? He was so smart, if he suspected his parents\' death concealed something else, how could he not have guessed the truth from Grandpa Song\'s bizarre attitude?

Song Jinxing\'s voice was very low: "I didn\'t think too much about it when I was young, and didn\'t suspect anything while overseas either. It was only after I returned to the country and he insisted on handing the company to me despite opposition that I started having suspicions."

If he truly loved him, how could he have exiled him overseas for so many years, displaying immense coldness and disregard towards him?

But if he didn\'t love him, why insist on handing over the enterprise he had devoted his entire life into building up, when he returned to the country? He still had two sons who he had raised by his side since they were young, it shouldn\'t have been his turn at all.

Wasn\'t he afraid that he, after being exiled for so many years, would be resentful towards the Song family and retaliate against the Song family after taking over Song Corporation?

When something is self-contradictory, naturally it would make one probe the reasons behind it.

Twenty years was too long, any evidence would have long been destroyed. The car from the accident, his parents\' corpses - this most direct evidence had long faded away over time. The only lead was the funeral home.

Were there any anomalies when the corpses were delivered? Were autopsies done before cremation? What was the situation then, did the police ask anything?

This could only be found out by asking the employees of the funeral home back then. But when he started looking for people to investigate, and finally found the employee who had handled his parents\' corpses that day, he couldn\'t get a single word out of them.

They only had one thing to say, that they didn\'t remember.

After twenty years, it was very possible they truly didn\'t remember. But everyone gave the same story, and were also very impatient, even if he wanted to use money to get them to try harder to remember, those people stubbornly insisted they didn\'t remember anything.

Why didn\'t even one person do it, pretend to recall something, make up some false information for money?

It was as if they had been silenced, regardless of enticement or threats, in the end he couldn\'t get anything out of them.

But the more it was like this, the more Song Jinxing suspected something.

Finally, after nearly two years of investigation, he finally got a result.

A result he had anticipated.

"The only person who could have covered up the truth of the car accident back then and suppressed everything was Grandpa," Zhong Ruanxing said, voice shaking slightly with anger through gritted teeth.

Because Father was the son he doted on most. If the perpetrator was someone else, he would have been enraged and investigated the real culprit thoroughly. But not only did he not, he covered everything up, because the perpetrator was also very important to Grandpa Song.

Other than Granny Song, Eldest Uncle of the Song Family, Second Uncle of the Song Family, and Fourth Aunt of the Song Family, who else was most important to him back then?

Reaching this point, the truth was actually easy to guess.

Zhong Ruanxing closed her eyes briefly, voice trembling slightly with anger: "If there really is an autopsy report, that would be crucial evidence. Would it be in Grandpa\'s hands?"

Song Jinxing\'s forehead was against her cheek, his voice low and deep: "I will find it."

He would definitely uncover the truth and get justice for his deceased parents.