Chapter 347 Jiang Zhiyu was kicked out of the house
Ren Ran was a little worried.
"There is a victim. No matter what we ask, she doesn't respond. The other party specifically wants to see you."
"Who?"
The seven people of Tang Qin were still Song Yinan.
"She didn't say her name, but you saved her."
"Okay, I know. Give me the address."
An hour later, Ren Ran arrived at the hospital.
This is a separate ward. There are several police officers in the room, counseling the patient. The person on the bed is motionless, like a lifeless rag doll.
The people in the room finally reacted a little bit after seeing Ren.
Ren Ran said to the police officers in the room, "I will talk to her."
"Okay."
The two got up and left the ward.
Ren Ran sat beside her.
"You can tell me anything."
Song Yinan raised his eyes and looked at her, "You said that Jiang Zhiyu was disliked by the Jiang family, but why is she still in the Jiang family? Isn't she an adopted daughter?"
On the way here, Ren Ran roughly understood the situation.
Song Yinan asked a question about Jiang Zhiyu after waking up.
Later, the police asked her again whether Jiang Zhiyu had anything to do with her murder, but she kept silent.
No matter how they asked, she just wouldn't say anything.
Now seeing her, mentioning Jiang Zhiyu again, he vaguely guessed her purpose.
"You didn't tell them about Jiang Zhiyu because you thought I was lying to you. Even if you told the police, the police couldn't bring Jiang Zhiyu to justice, right?"
Song Yinan didn't say anything, but he still knew that she agreed.
"I'm a member of the Shen family, the Shen family in Kyoto. I can guarantee that as long as you say it, Jiang Zhiyu will be brought to justice, and even the Jiang family can't save her."
If the mastermind behind the scenes was really Jiang Bingrong, he could give up such a large industry, so how could he be reluctant to give up an adopted daughter.
This time Song Yinan finally responded.
She shook her head gently, "No, I don't want her to stay in prison easily, I just want to see her kicked out of the Jiang family."
Staying in prison is too cheap for her.
She had checked it out, and even if she told the police, she would only spend a few years in prison.
That little punishment, how could it compare to the suffering she had experienced and endured.
She didn't want her to be so relaxed, she wanted her to live a life worse than death.
"Can you help me?"
A humble plea burst out from those gray, dull eyes.
After seeing her miserable condition and everything she had experienced, he still couldn't say the word "no".
"Okay."
"Thank you."
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In front of the French window, Jiang Bingrong smiled and talked to someone.
"I really appreciate your mediation in this matter. I apologize to her on behalf of my useless daughter."
"Yes, yes, I know."
"I will definitely satisfy her. I naturally understand the other party's deep sense of justice."
"Okay, OK."
"I want to give her some compensation."
"No? Just one condition?"
"Okay, okay, I will definitely agree. Tell her that if she encounters any trouble in the future, our Jiang family will definitely help her."
When the conversation ended, his face suddenly became gloomy.
The assistant saw the boss's face and was a little afraid to report.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Bingrong asked.
The assistant said nervously: "Xiao Le's parents left last night. According to the information provided by their next-door neighbors, the couple left in a hurry after receiving a call from their daughter."
Jiang Bingrong had guessed this result a long time ago. The moment she left, she should have thought of the result.
"Keep looking."
"Okay."
Jiang Bingrong picked up his coat and walked out.
An hour later, he appeared at home. As soon as he returned home, he saw his little daughter surrounding his wife and helping her.
When the two saw him coming back, they put down the grinding tools in their hands.
"Husband."
"Dad."
Jiang Bingrong looked at Jiang Zhiyu with a cold look, "Pack up your things and leave here immediately."
Jiang Zhiyu was stunned, "Dad, where are you sending me?"
Jiang Bingrong did not respond, but directly issued a notice, "Today the group will issue a statement to officially terminate the parenting relationship with you. From today on, you are no longer a member of the Jiang family. You are free."
"Dad!" Jiang Zhiyu's voice trembled, and her body seemed to be frozen, staring at her blankly.
These few days, even though she was sick, she still tried to please them, asking about their well-being every day, why did they drive her away.
"You are already nineteen, you are an adult. Our Jiang family has raised you to adulthood, and we have fulfilled all the obligations that should be fulfilled. It's time for you to go out and be self-reliant."
"Dad, I don't want to leave, don't drive me away."
Jiang Zhiyu stepped forward and grabbed his hand tightly.
"Dad, did I do something wrong? Tell me, I will definitely change."
These days she has been staying at home quietly, not going anywhere, not doing anything.
Jiang Bingrong shook him off and said coldly: "You didn't do it well enough, you did too much."
He turned to look at the housekeeper, "Help her pack her luggage."
Seeing his firm attitude, Jiang Zhiyu could only put her hopes on Mrs. Jiang.
"Mom, please beg for me. I don't want to leave."
She rushed to Mrs. Jiang and grabbed her arm.
Mrs. Jiang pulled her hand away little by little, "Your dad wouldn't do this for no reason. Did you do something again? You are really disappointing."
"I didn't." Jiang Zhiyu shook her head to deny.
She stood in front of Jiang Bingrong, squeezing her neck, "Dad, even if you die, you can at least give me a reason so that I can die clearly."
Jiang Bingrong's voice was cold, "Song Yinan!"
Jiang Zhiyu froze in place as if struck by lightning, with fear in his eyes.
"The place has been destroyed. I have saved you from jail. The kindness your father had in the past has long been repaid. You can take care of yourself in the days to come."
Jiang Bingrong went upstairs without even looking at her.
Jiang Zhiyu fell to the ground, his eyes empty.
Why didn't she die when we got there?
Why haven't you been tortured to death yet?
Zhu Ziqiang clearly said that he would be played to death within two years and no bones would be left.
But now she was stabbed in the back.
Zhu Ziqiang, the man who suffered a thousand blows, was deceived by him.
When Jiang Zhiyu saw Mrs. Jiang was about to leave, it was as if she was grabbing the last straw and wanted to pounce on her, but was blocked by the people below.
"Mom, can you just give me one more chance, one last chance?"
Mrs. Jiang gave her a cold look and followed her upstairs.
The housekeeper had already asked people to pack her luggage and put it beside her.
"Miss, I'll give it to you."
"No, I'm not leaving. This is my home and I'm not going anywhere."
"Miss, don't make it difficult for us." The smile on the housekeeper's face faded.
Jiang Juyu remained unmoved.
The housekeeper winked at the people next to her, and several people came immediately and took her out directly.