bookcurios Chapter 258 How are you thinking?
Chapter 258 How are you thinking?
Instead, he took all the responsibilities on himself, analyzed the ins and outs of the whole thing clearly, and even took the initiative to assume the responsibilities he should bear. This kind of responsibility surprised and relieved him.
Song Yunfeng couldn't understand Chang Song's ever-changing thoughts, so he could only lower his head and reiterate: "Dean, I have already told Uncle Feng that this matter should not be spread to others, so as not to cause unnecessary disturbances."
"Do you think that what I care about is only the thin reputation of Wanbo Academy? No, a mistake is a mistake. You should have the courage to admit it. Facing the dissatisfaction of the people, you should bow your head and apologize sincerely." Chang Song's eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his words revealed an unquestionable determination. "But I hope that those scums who sneaked into the academy are not the result of abuse of power. Otherwise, it will be a tragedy for the entire education community!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he snorted at Song Yunfeng again, his words full of severity and warning: "Justice, it sounds high-sounding, but it's not for the person in your heart! You must know that the God of Luck will not always be on your side. If you continue to be so blindly impulsive... Humph! The consequences will be disastrous!"
"Yes, I know I am wrong. Please punish me, Dean!" Song Yunfeng quickly admitted his mistake. His sincere attitude seemed to be able to wash away the dust in people's hearts.
Chang Song sighed, and a trace of regret arose in his heart: If he had a daughter, it would be great if she could match such a young talent. Such talents are rare...
"What do you think of the marriage I proposed last time?" Chang Song's words brought his thoughts back to reality. Last time, he proposed to introduce a marriage to Song Yunfeng. Although he didn't say it explicitly, Song Yunfeng could vaguely guess the meaning behind it, so he was hesitant and didn't dare to make a promise easily. But now, after this series of storms, his state of mind has changed drastically. He realized that in order to protect everything he cherished, he must grow up quickly and become stronger.
"Dean, you are a man of high moral character and good judgment. Students are convinced by your vision and judgment." Song Yunfeng's answer was beyond Chang Song's expectations and was very different from his previous ambiguity. Before, he seemed so indifferent, as if he was indifferent to all the glory and wealth in the outside world. Chang Song originally planned to slowly enlighten him and take things step by step. However, at this moment, Song Yunfeng's attitude changed so much that Chang Song couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that this turmoil made him deeply feel his own powerlessness and the pressure from the outside world, thus inspiring his determination to change?
No matter what, Chang Song still felt relieved. He nodded with satisfaction, patted Song Yunfeng on the shoulder, and said in a tone full of encouragement and support: "Don't worry, I will never let you have any regrets about your decision."
The court session was imminent, and Chang Song and Song Yunfeng rushed to the county government office. After a tense and efficient negotiation with the county magistrate, they just caught up with the solemn moment of the court session. Chang Song knew that Song Yunfeng's move was not only to defend the love in his heart, but also to try his best to avoid exposing his wife to the cusp of the storm. His meticulous care and concern fully demonstrated the responsibility and commitment of a husband.
Chang Song's majesty stood before Song Yunfeng like an insurmountable mountain, causing him, who was always free and unrestrained, to lower his head involuntarily, like a tamed little beast, with sincere fear and respect in his eyes. He knew very well that at this moment, any slight disrespect could lead to unpredictable consequences.
"Tsk, who doesn't gossip behind her back, saying that the girl is rude and has no sense of shame?" There was a hint of contempt in his words, as if that was the consensus of the world.
When Song Yunfeng heard this, a hint of displeasure flashed across his brows, but it soon turned into a gentle smile. He argued, "No, she is actually gentle and virtuous. People may have misunderstood." This simple rebuttal was like throwing a stone into a calm lake, causing waves.
Chang Song's brows were twisted into a knot. He believed in Song Yunfeng's vision, but was also confused about the source of those rumors. The intrigues within the academy seemed to be more complicated than he had imagined. He secretly made up his mind that if necessary, he would personally clear away this fog and clean up the mess.
When the court was opened, Chang Song was treated as a guest of honor, sitting firmly in the chief seat, like a moon surrounded by stars. The county magistrate held the gavel in his hand and brought it down with moderate force, and the crisp sound echoed throughout the hall. Several students were brought up, their faces were greasy, and they obviously did not suffer from the pain of prison, but were full of satisfaction and pride after having a good meal. However, once they looked at Chang Song, their arrogance was instantly restrained, replaced by caution and fear.
Chang Song intended to make this public trial known to the world, so it attracted countless people to watch. The crowd was packed with people, and everyone was talking about it.
"Regarding the recent disturbances on the streets by students of Wanbo College..." As soon as the county magistrate finished speaking, the angry victims yesterday seemed to be wearing masks and remained silent, obviously being restrained by some kind of force. All this was just as Song Yunfeng expected. The truth behind it was probably only known to a few people.
In fact, the farce had nothing to do with most people. They were just following the trend and making irresponsible comments. The only two people at the center of the storm were Song Yunfeng and Shen Yan.
The Li family originally thought that Song Yunfeng was not a big deal, so they just gave him some silver and sent Song Yuanyi to warn him. However, when the heavy silver was returned, the head of the Li family felt uneasy. At this moment, he did not realize that this was not just a matter of face, but a huge wave that was about to be set off.
Everyone still remembers the embarrassment of those people yesterday, and no matter how they try to cover it up, it is difficult to erase those ugly scenes. The heir of the Li family never expected that this court confrontation would become a turning point in his fate, and all his beautiful fantasies would be shattered.
At the same time, Shen Yan was restless at home, and her heart was full of worries about the situation in the government office. Her uneasiness was not only because of the unknown outcome, but also because Song Yuanyi was unwilling to fail and came to provoke her again, but left angrily after a scolding. His eyes were as cold and hateful as a venomous snake when he left, which made Shen Yan tremble in her heart.
"Yan'er, are you really okay?" Zhao asked worriedly with a sad face. Shen Yan forced a smile and comforted her, "Don't worry, mother. If there was really something wrong, the government would have come to our door long ago." Even so, she felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on her heart, and it was difficult to relax. In order to divert her attention, she began to prepare the herbs needed for Ma Fei San, planning to test its effectiveness first.
This ancient recipe came from a handwritten medical book left by her grandfather, which not only recorded the preparation methods of various surgical materials, but also detailed descriptions of surgical instruments and postoperative care methods. Facing Zhao's questions, Shen Yan also had many puzzles in her heart. This knowledge was almost useless in modern society, and she had never put it into practice, so she was not sure about its effect.