Bastard!
Why would sighing trigger a mission?!
【Make him break his own bottom line and principles for you!】
【Life-threatening mission. Countdown begins at three minutes.】
“Three minutes?”
“System!”
Song Shuangzhi had already died once. After transmigrating into this book, she hadn’t even gotten to live the blissful life of being surrounded by eighteen male models, how could she die now!
The system tumbled out of her mind, bruised and battered.
【Zhizhi… ┭┮﹏┭┮】
“What happened to you?”
System (battle-damaged version): 【Didn’t I rush out yesterday to fight for your sleep and the dignity of the Labor Law?】
“And then?”
【Well… I lost…】
And that was why a punishment-type mission popped up…
“What does it mean, ‘make him break his bottom line and principles for you’?”
System: 【…You’ll find out very soon…】
Song Shuangzhi had her own bottom line and principles. Doing some annoying tasks was one thing, but if it crossed the line, she would never do it.
And she would absolutely never let Tan Siyan do it either!
“I refuse.”
【Baby, this is a mandatory mission. Look, half the countdown is already gone… you’re going to die!】
Song Shuangzhi clenched her teeth, staring coldly at the countdown in her mind.
The little snail that would normally change direction at the slightest touch now showed a stubborn gaze that made the system…
【For you, I’ll go fight again!】
With a whoosh, the system rushed out.
Ten seconds later…
It limped back.
【I’ll go again!!!】
Half a minute later…
It returned shattered into scattered fragments of data.
【I…】
Song Shuangzhi stopped it. “Let’s first figure out why this mission appeared!”
System: 【Oh, it’s your father—】
Before the system could finish, her office door burst open with a loud bang.
“Zhizhi, Zhizhi!” Her mother rushed in crying.
“Your father… save him, I beg you… Zhizhi,” her usually elegant and gentle makeup was completely ruined, her eyes empty, filled only with panic and terror. “Call Tan Siyan and plead with him, okay? Mom is begging you! He’s your father!”
Her mother collapsed against her, sobbing. “He’s the father who carried you on his shoulders, queued up to buy you candied hawthorns, and beat up the bad kids who bullied you…”
Only then did Song Shuangzhi realize…
Her father had been driven to desperation by gambling debts and was suspected of…
Drug trafficking.
Her vision went black, and she nearly fainted.
“They were caught by international police. Your father is in Tan Siyan’s hands right now!”
Her mother said, “Zhizhi! Save your father, okay? You know how much he loves you, don’t you? Do you remember when you had a fever as a child, he carried you overnight to eighteen hospitals…”
Song Shuangzhi had been reborn into this body from birth and only awakened later. Every bit of her parents’ kindness toward her was vivid in her memory.
“But how could he do something like this?” Drug… trafficking?
That was an unforgivable crime!
That was directly opposing the state and the entire legal system!
“Your father is just a small pawn. What important people could he even reach? He was only trying to make some money!” her mother said. “It’s all your in-laws’ fault! If they had given us a large bride price, would your father have needed to take such a risk?”
“It’s all his fault!”
“Divorce him, divorce him right now! Zhizhi, you’re still young and so beautiful!” her mother said.
“President Wang, President Zhao, President Zhou, so many people want to marry you. They can all give us tens of millions in bride price, then your father can recover everything!”
Song Shuangzhi stood frozen in place.
“Oh, no, you can’t divorce yet!” her mother said. “Call Tan Siyan first and have him release your father. If he won’t, then cry, make a scene, even threaten to hang yourself!”
Song Shuangzhi stared at her stiffly.
The system crouched in her mind. 【You know how to complete the mission now…】
【Call Tan Siyan and make him break his principles by releasing Song Yuan.】
After a brief silence, Song Shuangzhi lowered her head and began organizing her files. “Sorry, lunch break is over. Unauthorized personnel, please leave the court.”
“Zhizhi, what do you mean?”
Song Shuangzhi took a deep breath. “Security, please escort her out.”
“Song Shuangzhi!” Her mother grabbed the cup from her desk and smashed it to the ground.
“It’s just one phone call! Are you really this heartless? Do you really want to watch your father go to prison?”
“Going to prison isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It may seem like punishment,” her voice was soft, but every word landed firmly, “but it can stop him from gambling, from being hunted by creditors, from touching those filthy things. After a few days inside, the addiction might even fade,” she said as she carried her files and walked out.
“He should be grateful to the country for giving him a safe environment.”
“You—” her mother’s face turned deathly pale. “Unfilial!”
She grabbed a vase behind her and hurled it violently at Song Shuangzhi’s head…
“Stop!”
Tan Siyin threw down her materials and sprinted over. “How dare you!”
Song Ting’an strode forward. “Zhizhi, be careful!”
Her shoulder was suddenly shoved hard.
Amid the chaos—
“Crash!”
The vase shattered.
On the pristine white floor, drops of blood fell one by one onto the broken fragments.
Everyone froze. Liang Chuchu was the first to react.
“Chief Judge Tan…”
Only then did the others come to their senses. “You dared to hit the Chief Judge?!”
In the courthouse, the Chief Judge’s head had been smashed open!
Tan Siyan released his grip on Song Shuangzhi’s hand and looked at her with his deep, cold eyes.
He raised his hand, his slightly cool fingertips brushing the blood at her brow.
She was fine. The bloodstain had splashed from his own forehead.
The man seemed to let out a faint breath of relief.
“Ch-Chief Judge…”
Her mother hadn’t expected to hit him. Wasn’t he supposed to be in The Hague? Why would he suddenly appear in front of Song Shuangzhi?!
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. I’m truly sorry, I’ll compensate for your medical expenses…”
Tan Siyan spoke slowly, “Mrs. Zhao, who were you intending to hit?”
Her mother’s face was pale. “No… no one. I just… I’m sorry, I’ll compensate you…”
“You shouldn’t apologize to me. You should apologize to the person you intended to hit.”
Her mother licked her lips nervously. “She’s my daughter. This is our family matter…”
Tan Siyan looked at her coldly.
“Please answer my question.”
It seemed he had just returned from the international court, still wearing his wide black-and-gold judicial robe.
Dignified, solemn, powerful, radiating absolute fairness and authority.
She didn’t even dare meet his eyes.
“I… I just wanted to discipline my daughter…”
Tan Siyan stepped aside. “Understood! That vase was meant to hit Song Shuangzhi’s head, correct?”
“I was just unlucky and didn’t watch where I was going. I can forgive your unintentional mistake,” he said, pulling Song Shuangzhi in front of him.
“But now, please apologize to her.”