MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 7

Song Zhiyi was about to leave the police station when she finished writing the transcript, when someone stopped her.

"Miss Song, wait a moment."

The little police officer who stopped her was young, with a slightly unnatural look on his face, with a little hesitation.

"It's you." Song Zhiyi had an impression of him. When he made a record just now, he brought in a cup of hot milk on the way. She smiled gently, "What's the matter? Is there anything else to do?"

Facing her smile, the little policeman blushed slightly.

"No, that, it's Ye Jiajia who wants to see you." After stumbling over, he added quickly, "Miss Song, if you don't want to, you can refuse directly."

"…It's ok."

Song Zhiyi was just stunned for a moment. She didn't know what to think. She sighed softly and agreed: "I just want to tell her something, please take me there."

Ye Jiajia was locked in the detention room.

She was also wearing the clothes of a TV station staff member, her hair was disheveled, her face was pale, and there were two thick blue and black lines under her eyes.

Song Zhiyi walked in and closed the door.

The sound, neither light nor heavy, caused Ye Jiajia to be slightly shocked, she raised her head, and the two looked at each other through the fence.

Speechless.

Ye Jiajia proposed to see her, but when she saw someone, she didn't say a word, just stared at her silently.

“Jia Jia…”

In the end, Song Zhiyi spoke first. Her soft voice, with a little sigh, floated in the silent room: "I actually don't understand, why are you doing this?"

Why?

After the defeat, when Ye Jiajia recalled the actions she made with resentment and impulsiveness at that time, she was also a little dazed. But Song Zhiyi's high-spirited tone instantly ignited the anger in her heart.

"I don't understand... Ha, Song Zhiyi also has something that you don't understand?"

Ye Jiajia laughed, sneering at first, then slowly, the more she laughed, the more exaggerated she became.

The laughter was hoarse, echoing in the small room, and in the end, she closed it abruptly and gritted her teeth: "Why... I also want to know why! Why did I fall to this point, and you can still stand in front of the stage bright and beautiful!"

Song Zhiyi was silent for a moment: "I thought we were friends."

"Friend? Am I worthy?"

Ye Jiajia retorted sharply: "Throw me some gadgets when you are happy, and ignore it when you are unhappy. How dare you say that we are friends? Am I not a loyal dog who charges for you?!

We have known each other for almost eight years!

When I was crawling and rolling, what did you give me? How much should I know about you? Even the identity of your daughter of the Song family was inquired by me from others! "

When Ye Jiajia said this, she sneered suddenly: "Ah, I'm so sorry, I forgot that your father is bankrupt now, and of course you are not a daughter."

As if condensing all the grievances over the years into this sentence, Ye Jiajia looked at the opposite side contemptuously and happily after she finished speaking.

Song Zhiyi was indifferent.

She just nodded and said, "...So you think so."

Natural light with no temperature came in from the small window of the detention room and fell on her face, her eyes were clear and calm amber.

As if escaping from the light, Song Zhiyi closed her eyes, then shook her head and laughed softly: "Jiajia, you are always so impulsive."

"Even if you hate me, what's the use of doing this? Have you vented your hatred, or will it do you any good? You have waited for a long time for those scumbags, and there is always a chance to turn over. After today, you will be waiting for you in prison. ...Attempted murder, how many years do you think it will be sentenced?"

Her tone was unbelievably soft, but Ye Jiajia suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

Even Ye Jiajia thought it was ridiculous, but at this time she realized that she still knew a little about Song Zhiyi.

She looked at Song Zhiyi's gentle expression, her eyes slowly changed, and when she threw herself on the cold iron fence, her teeth clenched unconsciously: "You...you know, you already knew it! Are those things you, are they? Did you explode?!"

Song Zhiyi laughed in surprise: "Jiajia, what are you thinking, how could I treat my good friend like this?"

"Have I warned you a long time ago that you should be careful when you do things? Paper can't contain fire, it's easy for those things to be dug up... and as long as I don't help you suppress them, it will fall to your opponent more easily. "

Ye Jiajia was stunned.

"However, if you insist on asking what I did..."

Song Zhiyi stepped forward, lightly supported the railing, and approached her with a slight smile and said, "I'm making you popular."

"You can receive that variety show, how much favor I used behind the scenes, and how much the follow-up marketing cost, don't you know?"

"You didn't check the status of this person before. Even if these things broke out, how much impact would it have? I don't know how much effort it took to make you stand taller..."

Ye Jiajia trembled: "You..."

"You're right when you say you're my dog."

Song Zhiyi interrupted her, showing pity:

"It's still a useless dog. He betrayed his master and can only wander around, picking up things that leaked out of other people's hands to eat, and even eating what the previous master threw to you with his tail wagging..."

"And you, you are really stupid. You can't grasp good opportunities, and you can't do bad things. You want to get into the TV station by changing your clothes and hanging a fake badge. If it wasn't for me, I couldn't watch it and help you... Did this happen?"

Ye Jiajia held her tightly with her eyes and began to gasp for breath.

Song Zhiyi smiled unabated, her soft and affectionate eyes slightly curved, looked into her eyes, and said the last sentence softly:

"Useless trash."

Before she finished speaking, she took two steps back.

"you shut up!"

Almost at the same time, Ye Jiajia slammed into the iron fence like a madman, and reached out and grabbed her from the gap: "Ah—shut up! Song Zhiyi, Song Zhiyi! You bitch, bitch!!"

The police guarding outside noticed something was wrong and rushed in immediately: "Miss Song! Are you alright?"

"Thank you, I have nothing..."

Song Zhiyi stood in the distance, clutching his chest, as if he was still in shock, and smiled gratefully at him.

She looked at Ye Jiajia and sighed: "Jiajia, I know you don't want to listen to what I say. But we are friends after all. If you plead guilty earlier, maybe you can get a commutation of your sentence. I won't let the lawyer embarrass you too much..."

Ye Jiajia cursed loudly: "Bitch! Go to hell! Song Zhiyi, wait, I won't let you go!"

The policeman frowned: "Miss Song, you should leave here first."

Song Zhiyi was full of apology: "I've caused you trouble."

Before she left the detention room, when she looked back for the last time, Ye Jiajia stared at her from the fence, tears streaming from her red eyes...

Song Zhiyi rolled his eyes.

She walked out of the police station, the assistant waited outside for a while, and when she saw her coming out, she asked, "Sister Zhiyi, are we now...?"

Song Zhiyi said warmly, "Aren't you freaked out today? Let the driver take you back and take two days off to take a good rest."

"What about you, Miss Zhiyi?"

Song Zhiyi took out his mobile phone: "Mr. Qu said come pick me up."

The assistant had an "understood" expression on his face.

Song Zhiyi knew what she was thinking, but she was not in the mood to explain at the moment, she just smiled and said goodbye to the assistant.

Autumn is getting stronger, ginkgo trees are planted on both sides of the street, and the golden leaves are scattered all over the place.

There are no pedestrians in this street, and occasionally there are cars passing by, the roar of the engine, but the empty silence.

Song Zhiyi was waiting for someone on the side of the street, looking at a ginkgo tree opposite, watching it occasionally drop its leaves quietly.

What Ye Jiajia said is not entirely correct.

Song Zhiyi transferred schools in her second year of high school. In the new environment, except for Meng Xi, Ye Jiajia was the first to talk to her and show her kindness.

When I was young, friendship was easy and pure, and Song Zhiyi was no exception.

She used to value this friendship very much.

When Song Zhiyi was the most difficult, Ye Jiajia had just made her debut and pursued her dream of being a singer without hesitation, but was frustrated by reality.

She was happy in front of Song Zhiyi, turned her head and cried alone.

Song Zhiyi bumped into it and began to contact resources intentionally for her. But Ye Jiajia always seems to be almost out of luck and can't catch fire.

It wasn't until Song Zhiyi came out, stood firm, and was able to easily support her friends, but she turned her head and found that she had learned how to survive in the circle smoothly, and even betrayed her friends...

Perhaps Song Zhiyi is a gifted person in this regard, and knows how to give his feelings stingy, and then take them back easily.

So she is not too sad now.

It just doesn't make sense.

Ginkgo biloba leaves are falling.

Song Zhiyi regained his senses and found that a leaf had fallen on his shoulders.

She raised her hand to pick it up. On the other side of the street, the speeding engine sounded from far to near, and the bright red Maserati smashed through the quiet atmosphere, like a wild wind carrying flames to burn wantonly, and in the blink of an eye, it burned to Song Zhiyi.

The car braked suddenly and stopped firmly in front of her. The driver put his elbows on the door and took off his sunglasses.

It was a clear autumn day, the sun seemed to favor the person in front of her, and the light poured on her face was dazzling.

She raised her eyes, Li Li's ink lines were flying, and those eyes that had been kissed by the sun looked over, her eyes full of pride in catching the prey, her red lips hooked lightly:

"Miss Song, what a coincidence."

Meng Xi rushed to the police station as soon as the situation was broadcast live. But she lived too far away from here, and it was only after the dust had settled that she was worthy of arriving.

Fortunately, I blocked the people I wanted to see.

Song Zhiyi's eyes were a little stunned, as if she didn't expect her to appear here at this time.

Meng Xi said straight to the point: "Ye Jiajia's matter has something to do with you."

"…"

Her attitude is straightforward, just like the bright thorns on a cactus, people who know they will hurt and accidentally bump into them can only admit that they are unlucky.

Song Zhiyi raised the corners of her lips and showed a habitual smile. She said, "Mr. Meng, you can't park here."

When you're done, walk away from the car.

Is Meng Xi the one who cares about this? She was eager to get the answer in her heart to verify the truth, so she threw off the car and chased after her.

"Song Zhiyi," Meng Xi called to her, "is it related to you?"

Song Zhiyi had to stop: "Mr. Meng, what do you want to do by asking this?"

After not denying it twice, Meng Xi had already got the answer and said with certainty, "Tsk, it really is you. Also, someone like you..."

"What kind of person am I?"

Song Zhiyi asked back.

She raised her face, her expression was flat, her eyes were clear, and that glance was not offensive, but Meng Xi had an inexplicable illusion that her heart was pierced.

Meng Xi was slightly startled.

Then she reacted, and the statement just now seemed to be somewhat ambiguous... She didn't mean to be sarcastic.

Rather, it is a recognition.

Meng Xi wanted to speak, but was at a loss for words.

She's not someone who can't keep her head down. When arguing with others, they refuse to let people know, and they will apologize if they consciously do something wrong or say something wrong.

...but the other party is Song Zhiyi.

What kind of person is Song Zhiyi?

Careful, revengeful, and scheming... Anyway, she is the type of person who is completely incompatible with her pure and gentle appearance, the exact opposite.

Meng Xi once expressed kindness to her, but she was secretly targeted.

In the beginning, it was just a little trouble such as collecting homework and missing her, and forgetting to write her name on the event registration form. Meng Xi was tricked a few times before she realized that it was intentional, and she naively thought that there might be some misunderstanding, and privately asked her to come out to clarify.

Meng Xi said to her, "If you have any opinion on me, say it directly. It's no fun to play these tricks."

Song Zhiyi deserved it: "Okay."

Turning her head ruined her chance to participate in the mechanical competition.

After several months of hard work, Meng Xi was so angry that everyone was stupid, and only then did she openly oppose Song Zhiyi and began to trouble her.

But these are little things.

What made Meng Xi brooding the most and was hard to let go was that even though she was in opposition, she still believed in Song Zhiyi's showing of weakness, took the lead in subduing, and reconciled with her.

Song Zhiyi took advantage of this kindness.

In the end, Meng Xi's friend Su Yuan was accidentally injured and left disabled for life.

An accident is an accident that no one is responsible for and no one expected.

Song Zhiyi still went to apologize to Su Yuan and took up the responsibility. She has been paying attention to Su Yuan's condition for so many years and has helped a lot.

Meng Xi was also waiting for her to apologize.

But she would only avoid it indifferently, and after six years, as if nothing had happened, she came over to show her kindness.

- From beginning to end, she never said sorry.

Meng Xi was also unwilling to bow to her.