Chapter 079: Kindred Spirits

It seems that fate has truly bound me to the Golden Cicada Society.

I licked my lips, pondering whether my grandfather’s departure—supposedly to seek refuge—had anything to do with this society. The man with the nail on his right brow, whose name was called out, and all the warnings my grandfather gave seemed to have come true with these people.

As I remained silent for a long time, Wang Zihao pulled me out of the interrogation room, saying, “Jiang Huai, if their target really is Song Baoguo’s youngest son, then this is a serious matter.”

“You must have seen the news, and you should know how much the Song family cherishes and loves their youngest.”

It’s not just me; everyone in Jianghuai knows how much the entire Song family cares about Song Chao.

To celebrate Song Chao’s birth, Song Baoguo lavishly booked two hotels and hosted a seven-day feast. Anyone could attend, regardless of who they were—simply offer a blessing and you’d have food, three meals a day, without interruption.

I was lucky enough to attend for two days. After all, who wouldn’t take advantage of such generosity, especially my miserly grandfather.

He was the one who took me. Coincidentally, on our second visit, Song Baoguo and his wife arrived at the hotel with their youngest son, just as my grandfather and I were there.

My grandfather, having drunk too much, felt guilty for eating there two days with his grandson, so he insisted on reading Song Chao’s fortune.

Normally, such things are just for fun; people say nice things and leave it at that. But my grandfather was truly intoxicated. After a quick calculation, his face changed and he uttered words that nearly got us beaten.

“This child… has a short life ahead... Within three months, disaster will strike!”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Song Baoguo was enraged. He didn’t need to say anything; his bodyguards immediately stepped forward to rough up my grandfather and me.

Luckily, I reacted quickly and dragged my grandfather away.

We ran to a corner, and as we rested, my grandfather complained, “These people, so impatient—I hadn’t even finished my words.”

He looked at me and said, “You, boy, are Song Chao’s benefactor. Without you, that short-lived kid wouldn’t survive...”

I wanted to ask him what he meant, but my grandfather was too drunk, clutching a lamppost and vomiting.

The next day, when he woke up, he remembered nothing, not even the fortune-telling incident that nearly got us beaten.

Looking back now, my grandfather’s prediction seems to have come true.

Wang Zihao watched me. “Nothing must happen to Song Baoguo’s child. Jiang Huai, are you confident about this?”

According to my grandfather, without me, Song Chao wouldn’t survive. But the problem is, Song Baoguo surely knows who I am—would he even believe me now?

Just as I was about to speak, my phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number.

I answered, and a strong, middle-aged voice came through: “Is this Jiang Huai? I am Song Baoguo. I’m at your shop entrance.”

“I’ll give you twenty minutes—I want to see you.”

The call ended abruptly, not a word wasted.

Seeing my dazed expression, Wang Zihao curiously asked whose call it was.

I forced a bitter smile, showing him the number. “Song Baoguo.”

He sought me out himself, which saved a lot of trouble.

Wang Zihao immediately drove me back to the shop.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw four sturdy bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses standing on either side of my shop entrance, their gaze never wavering from their posts.

And there, at the doorway, stood Song Baoguo, his hair snow-white, a scar like a centipede etched across his left brow.

He was looking at me, and I at him.

“Come with me to save a life. I don’t have time to explain,” Song Baoguo said, his manner direct and decisive, wasting no words.

Before I could react, I was ushered into Song Baoguo’s car. Wang Zihao wanted to follow but was refused.

I think this was the most luxurious car ride I’ve ever had—a Rolls Royce?

Seated inside, I was tense, keeping my feet off the floor, afraid to dirty anything and be asked to pay for damages.

Song Baoguo sat across from me, eyes shut as if resting, yet he spoke: “Put your feet down. Don’t act like I’m bullying you.”

I smiled awkwardly. Then he asked, “Where’s your grandfather?”

“My grandfather… has left, gone to find my parents.”

Without opening his eyes, Song Baoguo continued, “Ask your grandfather to return. Last time, he said my Chao would suffer disaster within three months, and it has come true. If he could foresee it, he must know how to resolve it.”

“Um…” I raised my hand, feeling as if I’d been called on in class. “My grandfather said, as long as I’m here, nothing will happen to Song Chao.”

“And my grandfather… said he was fleeing, he won’t be coming back…”

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