Song Qiao finished speaking, took out the DV from his bag, and played the video.
"The good nanny you hired, reportedly your relative, so you'd better see how she treats your grandmother."
Song Qiao finished, throwing the DV into his eldest uncle's hands.
"The reason I fired Zhou Yuhong today was actually to help you. Do you also want to be burdened with the crime of disloyalty, unfilial piety, and elder abuse?"
Song Qiao's voice grew louder and louder, until he could no longer contain his inner anger.
His eldest uncle bore an undeniable responsibility for the outcome of today's events, yet he had the audacity to come and demand an explanation from him.
After seeing the video, his eldest uncle remained silent for a long time, clenching his fists tightly, not speaking for half an hour.
"Little Song, how should we resolve the subsequent matters? Your grandmother can't be left without care."
Seeing this, his mother-in-law quickly tried to mediate, shifting the conversation to arranging care for his grandmother.
Song Qiao had already had an idea when he left the police station.
He immediately said, "If we hire another nanny, I worry the same thing might happen again, so I plan to send Grandma to Anxin Nursing Home in our city."
As soon as these words were spoken, his eldest uncle's expression changed.
"Do you know what kind of place Anxin Nursing Home is? You say it so lightly. Where would we get so much money?"
Anxin Nursing Home was the most prestigious nursing home in the entire Central Plains region, with luxurious facilities and highly professional, well-trained staff.
Its only drawback was its exorbitant price, which deterred countless well-meaning children.
"You don't need to worry about this. I'll cover the cost." Song Qiao gave him a cold glance and said.
His eldest uncle's face instantly froze. A hint of embarrassment appeared on his face. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.
He had originally thought the news of Song Qiao's prosperity was just a rumor, but now, it seemed quite possible.
"Song Qiao, let's go upstairs to see Grandma."
Seeing the tense atmosphere in the room, Xia Yuqing pulled Song Qiao upstairs.
Grandma was still unaware that Zhou Hongyu had been apprehended. Upon seeing Song Qiao and his wife, tears involuntarily streamed from her eyes again.
"Grandma, don't be scared. Auntie Zhou has already been arrested by us."
Song Qiao looked at his still frightened grandmother and said to comfort her.
"Yes, Grandma, no one will bully you anymore. You can say anything you want now, boldly."
Xia Yuqing also gently squeezed Grandma's thin arm and whispered comfortingly.
"Really?"
After a full half-minute of silence, Grandma finally managed to open her mouth, her voice filled with disbelief.
As she spoke, she instinctively looked around the room.
She was afraid Zhou Hongyu would suddenly appear again, having been utterly terrified of this woman.
"Of course, it's true. Please rest assured, Grandma." Song Qiao continued to comfort her.
It took a full half-hour before Grandma finally believed that Zhou Hongyu had been arrested, and then she burst into tears.
Xia Yuqing gently patted Grandma's shoulder, unable to hold back her own tears.
During their absence, Grandma must have suffered immensely under the hands of the woman surnamed Zhou to have become this way.
Thinking of this, Song Qiao couldn't help but grit his teeth, his resentment towards Zhou Yuhong intensifying.
"If I don't make you rot in prison, I, Song Qiao, am not a man."
He had originally only intended to teach the woman a lesson, but now, he was determined to use any means necessary to retaliate and ensure Auntie Zhou received her full punishment.
...
After settling Grandma, Song Qiao and his family of four stayed at a nearby hotel that night.
They planned to discuss sending her to Anxin Nursing Home first thing the next morning, believing that life there would help her temporarily forget this painful experience.
The next morning, his eldest uncle had already slipped away early.
He felt guilty about the nanny incident, and now that Song Qiao was paying for his elder's care, he felt a sense of shame as the eldest son.
"I don't want to go to a nursing home."
As soon as Grandma heard the news from Xia Yuqing, she began to cry like a child again.
She had been so traumatized by someone like Zhou Hongyu that she now trusted no one but Xia Yuqing and Song Qiao.
"Grandma, you don't need to worry. The staff at the nursing home have excellent service attitudes. It's very close to us, and Yuqing and I will visit you there every week. No one will bully you."
Song Qiao also helped his wife comfort Grandma's emotions.
After more than ten minutes, Grandma reluctantly agreed and came to Anxin Nursing Home with Song Qiao's family.
"Mr. Song, is it? My name is Zheng Xin, the director of this nursing home. Young Master Guo asked me to wait for you here."
As soon as the family got out of the car, a middle-aged man in professional attire rushed out from the entrance and said respectfully to Song Qiao.
He had received a call from Guo Jun early this morning, saying that a friend's elder needed to be admitted.
This immediately startled him, and he quickly agreed, stating that he would personally ensure excellent care.
As a top second-generation official in the area, anyone whom Guo Jun personally called must be extraordinary. Therefore, he had been waiting at the entrance of the nursing home early that morning for Song Qiao's family.
"Director Zheng, hello. I am Song Qiao. I will need your further care for my grandmother in the future."
Song Qiao smiled slightly and politely shook Zheng Xin's hand.
He was afraid of another situation like Zhou Hongyu occurring at the nursing home, so he had specifically called Guo Jun to help make arrangements.
"Mr. Song, you are too kind. Taking good care of the elderly is our duty. Rest assured, we will take excellent care of your grandmother."
After speaking, he turned and signaled to two caregivers, who then helped Grandma into the nursing home.
Song Qiao nodded with satisfaction, said nothing more, and took out ten thousand yuan from his bag.
"Although Young Master Guo has made arrangements, please accept this payment, Director Zheng."
He then handed the cash to Zheng Xin.
"Mr. Song, you are our honored guest. This is more than enough."
Zheng Xin quickly waved his hand, intending to refuse. The actual cost was less than five thousand yuan, but Song Qiao had generously produced more than double the amount.
"Director Zheng, please don't be polite. Please accept this money as a token of my appreciation. My grandmother's daily life should be carried out to the highest standard."
"Of course, that is our responsibility."
Seeing this, Zheng Xin no longer refused and smilingly accepted the cash handed to him by Song Qiao.
This Mr. Song was clearly a man of means, not lacking in money. Accepting this sum would actually put him more at ease.