My Lady, To Defeat Scumbags You Must Start Early

Chapter 77: Marry Her and Bring Her Home

Translator: 549690339

Following Song Zhizhi’s declaration of love.

The second trial came to an end.

The court ruled that Song Zhizhi was not guilty of intentional harm and instigating others, and she was acquitted on the spot. On the other hand, the plaintiff, Nie Xiaofei, was charged with the crime of intentionally framing and setting up traps. Due to the need for further investigation and evidence collection in the case, Nie Xiaofei, the suspect, was taken into custody by the authorities for further trial.

The verdict brought a great sense of satisfaction to everyone there.

Song Zhizhi came out of the courtroom, feeling light and free.

Ji Baijian and Luo Xiaolang were waiting for her at the door. Song Zhidao was bogged down with Nie Wenzhi and had gone to see Qin Ciling.

She looked at Ji Baijian.

Ji Baijian was also looking at her.

Song Zhizhi inexplicably blushed and averted her gaze.

She briskly walked outside.

Ji Baijian offered a light chuckle and followed by her side.

Luo Xiaolang naturally stuck close, with Wen Tian trailing slightly.

The outside of the courthouse was still swarmed by a lot of journalists.

The verdict from the court would spread instantly.

So at this moment, all the journalists had received the news.

Song Zhizhi looked at the reporters surrounding her, the shutter sounds of cameras continuously clicking away.

“Miss Song, you are finally vindicated, do you have anything to say?” A reporter shouted.

Sometimes, Song Zhizhi truly admired these writers. Just earlier, they were mocking her, but now they could instantly switch to a different tune.

She replied, “I have cleared my name, there is nothing much to say.”

“Nie Xiaofei has been harming you for so many years, now she is finally brought to justice, don’t you feel a sense of retribution?”

“I only feel chilled to the bone,” Song Zhizhi replied word for word.

A journalist quickly asked again, “We heard you clarified your relationship with Yi Wenhan in court?”

As expected, journalists always had the quickest news.

She did not look at Ji Baijian, but rather turned to Yi Wenhan not far away.

Yi Wenhan was hastily leaving. Sensing her gaze, he turned and looked at her.

With a hint of sarcasm in her voice, Song Zhizhi said aloud, “Yi Wenhan always uses our past relationship to manipulate me. I don’t know if he’s too self-assured, or if he has a secret agenda. But I had no choice but to prove myself using such extreme measures.”

The journalists also followed Song Zhizhi’s gaze.

A few of them chased Yi Wenhan down.

A journalist asked, “Yi Wenhan, Miss Song has repeatedly clarified your relationship, are you simply wishful thinking?”

Yi Wenhan refused to answer.

He hung his head low, pushed the journalists aside, and left.

“Yi Wenhan, what do you have to say to Miss Song’s accusation in court that you committed perjury?”

“Yi Wenhan, do you think you can compare yourself to Ji Baijian?” A reporters question was especially sharp.

Yi Wenhan clenched his fists tightly and remained silent.

The reporter continued, “Yi Wenhan, your silence means you are self-aware and understand the vast difference between yourself and Ji Baijian, right?”

With anger, Yi Wenhan pushed the reporters aside and stormed off.

Meanwhile, Song Zhizhi watched his retreating figure.

Even if she wasn’t able to get Yi Wenhan convicted, it felt good to ruffle his feathers.

She turned around.

When she turned, she could feel a sharp gaze on her.

Song Zhizhi involuntarily turned to look at Ji Baijian.

There was something odd in Ji Baijian’s gaze.

Before she could decipher it,

She heard the voice of a journalist asking again, “Ji Baijian, you have always believed in Miss Song’s innocence, and now that she’s finally acquitted, can you share your current feelings?”

“Very good,” Ji Baijian answered with a straight face.

Two simple words left the reporters somewhat bewildered.

Fortunately, their quick reactions brought up the next question, “What did you feel about Song Zhizhi’s public confession of love?”

Ji Baijian seemed to remain silent for a few seconds.

Slowly he smiled and said, “Well, I’ll have to take legal responsibility.”

Song Zhizhi’s face was deep red again.

The main thing was, she had no idea what Ji Baijian was thinking at the moment.

“Then, do you have anything you want to express?” The journalist continued to probe.

Gossipy reporters were always the nosiest.

Song Zhizhi assumed that Ji Baijian, being who he was, wouldn’t express anything.

He was just too sullen.

But the very next moment, she heard him say in a confident voice, “Marry her.”

Song Zhizhi abruptly turned to look at him.

Ji Baijian naturally pulled her into his embrace, brushing aside the journalists’ questions, he strode with Song Zhizhi to his private car and got in.

Song Zhizhi’s cheek rested on his chest.

Was it due to the hurried walk or…could he be swept away by feelings too?

She could clearly feel Ji Baijian?s heart beneath his skin, beating somewhat faster than normal.

Each beat, as if it were going to crash into her heart.

The car slowly moved down the road.

Inside the vehicle was an unparalleled quiet.

Until Ji Baijian lazily broke the silence, “How much longer do you want to lie on me?”

Song Zhizhi was speechless.

This man just had no sense of romance.

At a time like this, after she had suffered so much torment from malicious rumors and gossips, shouldn’t he be offering up a loving embrace?

She looked up at Ji Baijian.

Ji Baijian was also looking at her.

Their eyes met.

Song Zhizhi admitted she was blushing.

Blushing like a fever.

Ji Baijian’s gaze was poisonous.

She closed her eyes, got off him, and murmured, “You just said you want to marry me.”

“I’ve proposed, given the ring, and the marriage contract is still valid,” Ji Baijian said with a light and pleasant tone, “Miss Song, is there still something holding you back?

“Are you dissatisfied?” Ji Baijian raised his brows.

“Very dissatisfied,” Song Zhizhi said, at that moment, she looked up at Ji Baijian again, “I’ve confessed to you over and over again, and you’ve been aloof and indifferent every time.”

Ji Baijian slightly curled his thin lips, but he didn’t speak.

Song Zhizhi said, “At least let me feel that you care about me.”

Even if you can’t express your admiration, at least let me feel your emotions.

“Okay,” Ji Baijian said with each word, “From now on, except for me, don’t look at other men like that.” Song Zhizhi furrowed her eyebrows.

“Like how you looked at Yi Wenhan today, even with resentment, it’s not allowed. But today, you looked at him like that, more than once.”

This super dominant, dark, introverted, grudge-holding man!