Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1144

Chapter 1144: 289: Found Zuo Ling_6

"Shut up!" Zuo Ling fiercely grabbed Little Ni Yun by the hair.

Little Ni Yun was just a nominal four-year-old child; she had never experienced anything like this and, terrified, quickly shut her mouth, but her tears still uncontrollably streamed down.

"Yunyun! Yunyun!" Ni Cuihua cried nearly to the point of fainting.

Shangguan Dehui hurried to comfort her, "It’s okay, Daya, believe me, Yunyun will definitely be fine."

With that, Shangguan Dehui looked towards Zuo Ling again, "Xiaozuo, calm down, let’s sit down and talk about it. The child is innocent, can you let go of Yunyun, please? Yunyun is only four years old this year."

But no matter what everyone said, Zuo Ling remained silent.

If it doesn’t explode in silence, it will perish in silence!

If this continues, something terrible will definitely happen.

Ni Yang looked towards Mo Qishen, "Brother Mo, have you contacted Zuo Ling’s parents yet?"

Mo Qishen glanced at his wristwatch, "They should be arriving soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a car engine came from outside, followed by two figures stumbling and tumbling in from outside.

They were Zuo Ling’s father and mother.

"Lingling! Silly child, what foolish thing are you doing! Quickly, put that little girl down!"

"Lingling! What are you doing! By doing this, do you still want your parents to live?"

Upon seeing his parents, Zuo Ling’s expression finally softened, and he cried out, "Mom and Dad! I’m sorry! It’s your son’s fault! From now on, just pretend you never had me as your son! Sorry, sorry!"

He didn’t want it to be this way either; he didn’t even understand how things had ended up this way.

By the time he realized it, things had already gone out of control.

Zuo Ling’s mother collapsed to the ground, "Lingling, what’s bothering you? Why do you have to do this? Mom is kneeling here begging you, please let that little girl go. On the way here, the police already told me that as long as you turn back, they won’t hold you responsible! Lingling, mom knows you’re a good child, you’ve just been confused for a moment!"

"Lingling! Turn back, it’s safe!"

Zuo Ling, crying, shook his head, "Mom, I can’t go back now, I can’t go back... Mom and Dad, I’m sorry..."

What do they mean they won’t hold him accountable? He has committed such a heinous crime; how could they possibly not hold him accountable?

Did they really think he was a three-year-old child? Would he believe such nonsense?

Seeing her son so stubborn, Zuo Ling’s mother was exceedingly anxious; her son was only twenty-four years old and had a bright future ahead. He must not be burdened with murder.

"Lingling, please, listen, how can you do this to your mom and dad! Lingling!"

"Lingling!"

"Lingling, why are you doing this?"

Why are you doing this?

Hearing this seemed to infuriate Zuo Ling even more, "Why! Isn’t it all because of that bitch Ni Yang! If it weren’t for Ni Yang, Xiaoxi and I would not have broken up. If Xiaoxi and I didn’t break up, I would be the one marrying her now! It’s all Ni Yang! All her fault, that bitch! So I want revenge! I want her to suffer as I have! I want her to live a life worse than death!"

At these words, a chill went over Mo Qishen’s face even thicker. If it wasn’t because Little Ni Yun was still in the hands of this scumbag Zuo Ling, he would have already killed him!

Mo Qishen took a step forward, "Zuo Ling, you want to marry Shangguan Xi just for money. I promise you now, if you release Ni Yun, I can immediately give you three million in cash, plus, I’ll give you a plane ticket to Y Country! You can live a worry-free life for the rest of your days!"

"Three million!" Zuo Ling scoffed, "Just you?"

Mo Qishen clapped his hands lightly twice, and immediately two men in black suits brought a briefcase over, opening the lid to reveal neat stacks of USD inside.

Everyone present was stunned; no one expected Mo Qishen to have prepared such a move.

Especially Shangguan Dehui.

The Mo Qishen tonight had greatly broadened his horizons; if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, who would believe that this man, chilling enough to send shivers down one’s spine, is known in Beijing as a useless layabout?

Moreover, how could a so-called layabout produce three million in cash within minutes?

How could a layabout have influence spread across major areas in Beijing?

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