Liang Xincheng didnât think it was appropriate when he sent the WeChat message. After all, this matter involved Xia Yuanhangâs family affairs, so he actually had no position to intervene. Xia Yuanhang once said that they were not even ordinary friends. Even if the relationship was much better now, it was not good enough for him to intervene in the affairs between Xia Yuanhang and his father.
He originally wanted to withdraw this message, but the status on the dialog box quickly changed to âthe other party is typingâ. Liang Xincheng knew that Xia Yuanhang had already seen it, and there was no need to withdraw, so he could only forget it.
After two minutes, Xia Yuanhang might have felt that typing was too troublesome, so he sent a long voice message. Liang Xincheng clicked on it directly. Xia Yuanhangâs voice was a little tired. He thanked him first, and then briefly told him what happened. When Xia Xiangzhou went to find him that day, he felt something was wrong, but he didnât expect Xia Xiangzhou to go as far as to cooperate with the paparazzi to dig a hole for him, deliberately selling misery in front of him for the paparazzi to take pictures.
Now that Xia Xiangzhou had turned things upside down, confusing the public with the right and wrong and poured dirty water on him, he was sure that no matter what he explained, the public may not fully believe it. The public would only feel that their father and son were really at odds, accusing each other of having problems on both sides.
In addition, letting people know that his father was a bad gambler would not do any good to Xia Yuanhangâs own image. Xia Yuanhang also had no evidence to prove that the money he had earned over the years had been squandered by Xia Xiangzhou. Every time Xia Xiangzhou went outside to have fun, he directly took Xia Yuanhangâs bank card to transfer money. Xia Yuanhang couldnât even get a transfer record.
âThen what should we do? Are you going to let him pour dirty water on you like this? Since he doesnât care about father and son at all, do you still want to be soft-hearted to him?â
Liang Xincheng also replied with a voice message. Xia Yuanhang couldnât help laughing when he heard his slightly anxious voice. He didnât even realize that he had been in a low mood all afternoon, and he was magically calmed down by Liang Xinchengâs worries and concerns.
So he simply made a voice call and explained it to Liang Xincheng seriously: âI have no sympathy, I have given up on him since the moment he took out the knife. Donât worry, although there are no bank transfer records, I have other evidence. What happened in the parking lot that day was recorded by surveillance. I was afraid that if people knew about it, the impact wouldnât be good, so I went to the property management the next day to delete the surveillance, but I kept a copy. I never thought it would really come in handy.â
Xia Yuanhang said with a wry smile. If it werenât for this kind of thing, he really didnât want to reveal his bloody scars and show it to the world. He didnât need the sympathy and compassion of others, but he had to prove his innocence in this way.
Liang Xincheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: âThatâs greatâ¦but how do you post the video? Will you post it yourself? Or ask the media?â
âJust post it myself, just explain it clearly.â
âThatâs not good,â Liang Xincheng reminded him, âEven if heâs nothing, but heâs your father after all. Youâre going to give people something to talk about if you directly confront him like this.â
âItâs okay, I donât care about that anymore. Youâre also in the video, I have asked someone to deal with it again, to mosaic you out and then post it. It will take some time.â
Liang Xincheng listened to Xia Yuanhang pretending to say âdonât careâ easily, and felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he didnât care about whether it was appropriate or not, only impulsively suggested: âLet me help you, Iâll post the video. Donât censor it, just post it directly. You donât need to respond, just play a silent victim.â
âNo, I donât want to implicate you. After all, this matter has a bad impactâ¦â
âItâs okay, itâs okay,â Liang Xincheng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down so as not to lose his composure too much: âXia Yuanhang, are we friends?â
âYes.â Xia Yuanhang answered almost immediately, and after it came out of his mouth, his heart actually felt a sense of relief, and a subtle unspeakable joy.
After a few seconds of silence, Liang Xincheng smiled: âOkay, then let me help you.â
Twenty minutes later, Xia Yuanhang sent the surveillance video to Liang Xinchengâs mailbox. Liang Xincheng clicked on it and took a look. Although there was no sound, the picture quality was very good, and it was taken from the angle of Xia Xiangzhou, making all the hideousness and rascality on his face clear. Especially the scene where he held a dagger and stabbed Xia Yuanhang frantically, even the resentment in his eyes was not missed, as well as the madness at the end after snatching the check from him. These were enough.
Liang Xincheng opened Weibo, uploaded the video, deleted and edited a large paragraph before finally clicking Send.
âMr. Xia Xiangzhou, I donât know where you got the courage to fabricate facts and lie to the public, and even unite with shameless media reporters to make a play to slander your own son. You have a clear idea of how much money you have taken from Xia Yuanhang over the years, and you canât just pretend that it never happened because it was all put on the gambling table. Your two fingers were clearly cut off by loan sharks, how can you have the guts to show off your misery? Xia Yuanhang worked hard to make money to fill the huge bottomless hole you owed, but in the end, he couldnât even pay his own rent, and you accused him of being unfilial in public. Ask your conscience, why do you think he owes you? Even if he was born to you, he has already received a knife from you, is it not considered to pay you back? You said you would never owe each other again, but what are you doing now? Before blaming your son, can you pay back the two million dollars you took from me?â
If it was Xia Yuanhang himself who stood up and accused his own father like this, it might be unconvincing, but with him as a bystander to prove it, coupled with the surveillance video, Liang Xincheng knew that Xia Xiangzhou, a scumbag, couldnât afford to make more waves. He was not interested in seeing what kind of bloody storm would set off on the Internet after this Weibo was posted, and quitted Weibo directly after it was posted.
Xia Yuanhang sent WeChat to thank him again, and Liang Xincheng replied to him in a relaxed tone: âItâs a small matter, just invite me to dinner next time.â
Soon, there were calls and messages coming in asking him what was going on, but Liang Xincheng ignored them all and only answered Liu Fanâs call. Liu Fan was almost going crazy, roaring as soon as he got connected: âAre you bewitched? What the hell did you just post? Why are you messing around with Xia Yuanhang and his father? Whatâs the matter with you?â
Liang Xincheng fell back on the bed again as he smiled nonchalantly: âDonât you like hype the most, you used to say that it doesnât matter whether itâs black or red, itâs all about heat anyway, isnât it this, rightâ
âGood for you, ah. Youâre looking for trouble for nothing, youâre making a mess of yourself for no reason!â
âWhatâs wrong with that?I canât even help my friend?â
Liu Fanâs more unspoken curses were all choked in his throat: âThat Xia Yuanhang⦠he has really bewitched you, right?â
âIf you say so. I seem to have told you before, the matter between me and Xia Yuanhang will be my personal matter in the future, you donât need to ask.â
Liu Fan didnât get angry, but he didnât really have anything to say anymore. He could only let the public relations try to guide public opinion on the good side. Before hanging up the phone, Liu Fan still didnât hold back and asked Liang Xincheng: âYouâre not really interested in him, are you?â
Liang Xincheng closed his eyes and said nothing before ending the call.