Chapter 129 Grandpa Is So Powerful—What’s His Background?

The police station was brightly lit in the early hours of the morning.

Officer Wang glanced at the calm and composed Song Jingmo and Lu Er, then thought about Liu Jiang next door, still shouting for his father to come save him. His feelings were complicated.

He actually wanted to take this opportunity to teach Liu Jiang, this lawless rich kid, a proper lesson.

This kid had caused trouble many times before, but thanks to his father’s influence, nothing ever came of it.

This time, the other party was a top-tier celebrity with massive public influence. If the case could be handled fairly, it would be a powerful lesson.

Officer Wang was just about to follow procedures to process Liu Jiang’s detention when the office door opened.

The chief peeked at Song Jingmo and Lu Er sitting outside, then lowered his voice and pulled Officer Wang aside.

“Mayor Liu just personally called. Go and talk to Mr. Lu, see if this can be settled privately. Liu Jiang should be released immediately.”

Officer Wang’s face fell, showing hesitation. “Chief, this might be difficult. Their attitude is very firm, and Liu Jiang really was provoking trouble.”

“Difficult or not, it has to be done,” the chief said firmly. “That’s the mayor we’re talking about. What do you want me to do? Go and communicate.”

Wang had no choice but to grit his teeth and approach Lu Er and Song Jingmo. “Mr. Lu, Mr. Song, please see this as a misunderstanding.

“Master Liu had a bit to drink and acted impulsively. His father, Mayor Liu, is very concerned and sincerely apologetic. Could you kindly accept compensation and settle this privately? After all, the incident has escalated, which isn’t great for Mr. Lu’s reputation either.”

When Lu Er heard the words “settle with compensation,” he snorted. “Officer Wang, do you think we’re short of that little money?”

“Provoking trouble, intent to coerce—any one of these is enough for a few days in jail. If he gets away just because he’s the mayor’s son, what’s the point of the law?”

He stood up. “This matter must follow legal procedures. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to expose everything that happened tonight.”

Once exposed, everyone would be in serious trouble.

Officer Wang grimly reported Lu Er’s attitude to the chief without changing a word.

The chief came out personally. “Mr. Lu, I’ve heard of you. I’m Zhao, the precinct chief. Mayor Liu has also stated he’ll discipline his son strictly. You’re a public figure, and if this blows up, it could affect you. Is that necessary?”

Lu Er laughed in disbelief. “So you mean I get beaten, humiliated, and still have to worry about my public image, swallowing my anger?”

“If even someone with influence like me struggles to protect their rights legally, what chance do ordinary citizens have if they’re bullied?”

Chief Zhao’s smile faltered. “If you insist on not settling, you’ll just have to cooperate with the investigation a bit longer.”

Song Jingmo, who had been quietly sitting, glanced at his watch.

“Chief Zhao, I’ll give you ten more minutes,” he said calmly.

“If within ten minutes you can’t resolve this legally, I’ll have to contact someone who can handle it.”

Zhao was stunned; he had never encountered someone so unyielding. His heart raced, but he tried to keep a composed face and signaled Officer Wang to try communicating again.

Song Jingmo took out his phone and dialed a number.

A strong, commanding voice answered. “Mo Mo? What’s wrong, my good grandson? Calling grandpa this late—what happened?”

Song Jingmo replied succinctly: “Grandpa, it’s nothing serious. Just some trouble while having hotpot with Lu Er in K City.”

He then quickly explained what happened.

On the other end, the old man’s temper flared. “Unbelievable—a mere mayor dares to indulge his son so lawlessly? Outrageous!”

“Grandpa, act fast. Lu Er has filming tomorrow and needs to rest early.”

“Mo Mo, don’t worry, I’ll call immediately.”

Before hanging up, one could faintly hear the elder shouting for his chief of staff with a booming voice.

The interrogation room fell silent.

The chief and Officer Wang turned pale. They didn’t know the caller’s exact identity, but someone who could casually call their chief of staff at this hour…

Compared to him, Mayor Liu was probably insignificant.

Wang tried several times to cozy up to Song Jingmo but was stopped by his cold gaze each time.

Within five minutes, Chief Zhao’s phone rang. After a few sentences, his face went from pale to ashen. He kept replying, “Yes, yes, understood. Don’t worry, we’ll handle this seriously.”

After hanging up, Zhao barked at Wang: “Quick, bring Liu Jiang here. Also, call Mayor Liu and have him come immediately.”

Wang saw the chief’s panicked expression and didn’t dare ask questions, immediately complying.

Soon, a bruised and battered Liu Jiang was brought in. Mayor Liu rushed over as well, clearly realizing the seriousness, his face grim.

Entering the mediation room, he didn’t even glance at his useless son.

He approached Song Jingmo and Lu Er with a humble posture. “Mr. Song, Mr. Lu, I sincerely apologize. I’ve failed in raising my son and caused offense to both of you.”

He grabbed the dazed Liu Jiang and shouted sharply, “Insubordinate son, apologize to Mr. Song and Mr. Lu immediately!”

Frightened by his father’s attitude, Liu Jiang muttered reluctantly, “S-sorry…”

Mayor Liu turned to Song Jingmo, almost pleading: “Mr. Song, could you please show mercy? I promise to discipline him strictly.”

All eyes turned to Song Jingmo.

He looked at Lu Er and said gently, “Lu Er, how do you want to handle this?”

A simple question, yet it gave Lu Er all decision-making power and respect.

Lu Er looked at the father-son pair without any sympathy, only heavy sadness. “Handle it according to the law.”

Mayor Liu’s face flushed and paled repeatedly. At this point, there was no room for negotiation.

Officer Wang escorted Song Jingmo and Lu Er out of the station.

Once they were alone at the door, he said, “Mr. Lu, Mr. Song, thank you for tonight.”

He sighed. “If it weren’t for the top commander giving strict orders, Liu Jiang’s case would probably have ended without resolution.”

Lu Er looked at the righteous officer and felt a bit of his frustration ease.

Back in the car, Lu Er’s eyes shone as he looked at Song Jingmo, full of pride: “Doctor Song, Grandpa is so powerful—what’s his background?”

Song Jingmo’s side profile in the night looked particularly deep, his voice tender: “Just an ordinary retired old man.”