Chapter 233: Chapter 207: The So-Called Justice, The So-Called Right Path
This incident not only garnered considerable attention from the citizens, but also caught the attention of the TV station.
Lu Ming even held a special meeting about this serial case and selected the journalists who would continue following up on it.
Song Xiu and Wang Ting were originally investigating Cheng Jianwen’s case, but it seemed that Cheng Jianwen knew they were on his trail as he started staying in the kindergarten very reliably, maintaining an incredibly regular schedule.
Eventually, they were unable to find out who was secretly helping Cheng Jianwen.
Thus, both of them also attended this meeting.
Lu Ming had many connections, naturally obtaining some information more quickly. For instance, he was aware of Ji Sang’s involvement in catching a stalker.
This case was highly publicized, and everybody knew that grabbing an exclusive report would make them famous in the circle.
Therefore, the group at the station grew noisy during the meeting, each person wanting to take responsibility for following up on this covert matter.
Lu Ming, getting a headache from the noise, lightly tapped the table.
The meeting room instantly quieted down.
“Those who are currently busy must focus and finish their tasks diligently; don’t all rush to take charge now. You normally lack initiative, what are you like now? Song Xiu and Wang Ting, come to my office afterwards, the rest of you can leave.”
Lu Ming was always firmly decisive, and though the others felt somewhat dissatisfied, they dared not act out.
Song Xiu was actually somewhat surprised that Lu Ming would entrust him with this case.
“Vice Director, I’ve only started engaging in journalistic work recently; this case might be somewhat unsuitable for me…”
“Everyone else has tasks, and I don’t want other matters to be put on hold and left unfinished because of this. Besides, don’t you believe in yourself?”
“That’s not the issue.”
Song Xiu’s eyes shifted subtly; he did have some confidence in his work.
Seeing their conversation winding down, Wang Ting quietly raised her hand and asked softly,
“Vice Director, can I… participate too?”
Wang Ting was originally just a photographer, which meant she was barely able to get involved in Cheng Jianwen’s case.
But oddly, it was those short few weeks that allowed Wang Ting to feel the allure of journalism.
Especially when she saw Song Xiu working seriously; his whole being seemed to radiate, compelling her to draw near, urging her to be like him.
There’s a kind of affection that emerges because you like what your beloved likes.
Lu Ming raised an eyebrow,
“You two as a couple team seem to work quite well.”
It was rare for the usually solemn Vice Director to make a teasing remark; Wang Ting swiftly glanced at Song Xiu, then shook her hand, opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
So, she looked at Song Xiu again.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiu frowned, and Wang Ting’s heart skipped a beat; she hastily shifted her gaze away, only to hear Song Xiu say,
“This case is dangerous; I should handle it alone.”
Lu Ming took a sip of tea,
“That’s something for you two to arrange internally.”
Song Xiu nodded and turned to ruffle Wang Ting’s head,
“You’d better not follow this one; you’ve been tired recently. Take a good rest.”
He was actually worried about her.
Wang Ting looked up, blinking her eyes.
“I’ll follow you, okay? Just like before, quietly. Otherwise…”
Wang Ting pursed her lips,
Song Xiu’s hand remained on Wang Ting’s head, one looking down, the other gazing upward, their eyes locked.
What sins had he committed to deserve the hardship of watching young people display their affection?
This matter really escalated enormously, so much so that Ye Lin specially called Ji Sang to give a warning.
“Ah Shang, be extra careful when you go out.”
“It won’t do; why don’t you guys come back to live here? We had agreed earlier that you would recuperate, and you’ve barely had time to recover before you moved out.”
“Fu Yisi is so busy every day, he can’t take good care of you.”
Ji Sang was stunned for more than twenty seconds because of Ye Lin’s sudden call.
“Did you hear? The suspect has not been caught yet, Fu Yisi is so busy with work, it’s not safe for you to be alone.”
Ji Sang blinked, understanding Ye Lin’s worries.
“Mom, he only works overtime occasionally until late, usually, he comes home for dinner. Also, I’ve been staying at home recently and not going out much, especially not at night.”
Ye Lin was silent for a while
“So, you don’t wish to come back?”
Her tone was a bit low, soft, and aggrieved.
Ye Lin, who always portrayed a straightforward, enthusiastic image in front of Ji Sang, suddenly acting caught Ji Sang off guard.
“Mom, it’s not like that… not at all.”
Ji Sang scratched her head
“I have no objections to coming home.”
Ye Lin’s voice softened, almost wheezing,
Ji Sang then explained to Ye Lin about the plan to go to the seaside for a vacation with Fu Yisi.
Ye Lin’s tone was completely different, even a bit excited.
“You are really planning to go on vacation?! That’s great, I always thought Fu Yisi was too busy, hardly taking any time to be with you, see, you guys have been married for so long, and he hasn’t taken you out.”
Hearing this, Ji Sang touched her nose.
They had been married for a year, and she had spent the first half of it abroad.
It’s not Fu Yisi’s fault; if anyone, it’s hers to blame.
“Then prepare well, but, Ah Shang, you still need to be careful, don’t go out at night.”
There was no need for her to go out at night anyway.
After hanging up the phone, Ji Sang put down what she was handling and briefly looked at the online comments about this incident on her cell phone.
There were many types of comments.
Mostly women expressing their inner fears.
A few reasoned individuals analytically discussed the case details.
But what Ji Sang didn’t expect was, some men were attacking the victim’s choice of clothing.
“Wearing such revealing clothes, are you trying to get people’s attention?”
“Wearing that at night, what are you trying to do?”
“Who could you blame?”
“Are you dressing like that for others to look at you?”
“Sister, dressed so provocatively, I feel even I’m getting stimulated.”
“Honestly, dressed like that, isn’t it enticing?”
Such comments, unbelievably, numbered in the dozens.
The more Ji Sang read, the tighter her brows furrowed, feeling somewhat disgusted.
This group of people, standing behind the screen, typing on the keyboard, standing so high and mighty, speaking such inhumane words.
When did the victim become the one to blame?
How has women’s clothing absurdly become a discussed source of crime?
These individuals, with their own moral flaws and sordid thoughts, turn into knives stabbing at those completely unrelated to them.
The so-called justice, the so-called righteousness.
They’re just clown tricks of these people.
In this kind of online environment, it is truly disheartening.