44 Confession

I want to have children with you.

Song Qinggui and the waiter stared at each other for a long time, their gazes seemingly locked in a confrontation.

Chengcheng watched from the side, pondering the matter.

Waiters, being low-level employees, wouldn't normally be on his radar as a young master. But two months ago, this waiter spilled his drink, staining Xue Lu's suit jacket.

Cheng Cheng then began to have some impression of him.

Chengcheng recalled that little incident and suddenly remembered something Yan Fengqian, who was present at the time, had said: "This waiter looks familiar."

Chengcheng looked at the waiter and suddenly understood where Yan Fengqian's "familiarity" came from.

This waiter bears a striking resemblance to Song Qinggui, especially in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Long time no see, Song Qinggui," the waiter said.

Song Qinggui frowned even more deeply, and Xue Lu also looked puzzled.

Before they could say anything, Chen Fangqi's shrill cry almost tore the not-so-spacious corridor of the guest room apart.

Song Qinggui and Xue Lu's group could only focus on Chen Fangqi first.

Chen Fangqi covered her face and squatted on the ground, screaming and crying, "Stop filming! Stop filming! I'm calling the police!!! I'm calling the police!!!"

There was no need for her to call the police; Chengcheng had already called the police on the way here.

Xue Lu and Song Qinggui dispersed the reporters, and Cheng Cheng squeezed into the guest room, where he saw Old Wang twitching and writhing on the bed.

"Hold!"

Chengcheng cursed angrily, fearing that the hotel's business would be affected in the coming months.

...

The ambulance and police car arrived almost simultaneously.

Hearing the police sirens downstairs, Zhuang Xiaomeng turned pale with fright.

Su Yalin put her arm around Xiaomeng's shoulder and earnestly advised her, "Xiaomeng, things have come to this point, you have no choice but to turn yourself in. The more you confess, the less guilty you will be. At this critical juncture, you must not make a mistake, understand?"

Upon hearing the words "surrender," Zhuang Xiaomeng couldn't hold back her tears: "If I surrender, will I... will I go to jail?"

Su Yalin confessed, "I don't know, because I don't know what that bottle of medicine is. But you were instigated by your father, and you don't know the real ingredients of that bottle of medicine. I will do my best to defend you, but the premise is that you must have the right attitude and tell the police everything you know."

"What if... what if the medicine is poisonous? What will happen to my... my father?" Zhuang Xiaomeng asked, sobbing.

Through the window, Song Qinggui saw that the police had entered the hotel lobby. If Zhuang Xiaomeng continued to be so clueless, not only would she be in trouble, but the Lancheng Hotel and the Xue family, who hosted this party, would also be in trouble.

She walked up to Zhuang Xiaomeng and said, "Isn't your dad being chased by debt collectors? Wasn't he going to jump off a building? Now that he's in the detention center, he'll have food and lodging provided, and his personal safety will be guaranteed. He won't force you to do these illegal and criminal things anymore."

"How can you be so cold-blooded?" Zhuang Xiaomeng cried even harder.

Su Yalin held Zhuang Xiaomeng's hand tightly: "Xiaomeng, honest advice is hard to swallow, but Qinggui is right. You have to believe me, I grew up with you, I won't hurt you."

Zhuang Xiaomeng thought for a moment, a few large tears falling, and finally nodded.

...

The ambulance took Lao Wang away, and the police cordoned off the scene, questioned everyone present, and took statements. The farce ended at six o'clock the next morning, when it was already getting light.

Both Song Qinggui and Xue Lu were exhausted.

Song Qinggui was wearing a dress for the banquet, and it must have been very cold outside the hotel since it was winter. Xue Lu wrapped his coat around her and put his arm around her as they walked outside.

As they reached the revolving door, the waiter caught up with them again: "Song Qinggui, don't you remember me?!"

Song Qinggui glanced at him listlessly.

After a night of thought, she remembered who the person in front of her was, so she calmly said, "Long time no see, Song Qinghe."

Xue Lu was stunned when he heard this. Just from the name, he knew that this waiter was related to Song Qinggui by blood.

When Song Qinghe heard Song Qinggui call his name, his eyes reddened slightly: "You...you recognized me."

Song Qinggui smiled indifferently: "It's not a difficult thing. We look very alike."

There was clearly joy in Song Qinghe's eyes, but as soon as that joy appeared on his face, Song Qinggui was already turning to leave.

Song Qinghe, filled with resentment, ran up to her and blocked her way: "Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Song Qinggui replied indifferently, "No."

"Why haven't you come home all these years?!" Song Qinghe questioned Song Qinggui as he was about to leave again.

“Home?” Song Qinggui sneered. “I have no home. From the moment you dumped me at the Changli Island pier, I have had no home.”

“I didn’t throw you away!” Song Qinghe explained with red eyes, “It was your grandparents who threw you away, not me.”

Song Qinggui laughed, this time genuinely finding it amusing: "So what? Song Qinghe, you are a beneficiary of the Song family's preference for sons over daughters. No matter how sincere our childhood friendship was, no matter if you felt guilty or remorseful during the years I was abandoned, it doesn't matter to me. The Song family sacrificed me to raise you, that's an indisputable fact. I survived because I was lucky. If I hadn't survived, you would at most have found my grave and put on a show in front of my tombstone."

"No, I'm not acting, I..."

"Song Qinghe," Song Qinggui sighed wearily, "I'm very happy now. You seem to be doing well too. Let's leave it at that and not bother each other."

After saying this, Song Qinggui was pulled away by Xue Lu, her shoulder brushing lightly against Song Qinghe's arm, leaving Song Qinghe stunned on the spot.

...

Junlan International.

As soon as Xue Lu and Song Qinggui entered the house, Song Qinggui immediately collapsed onto the sofa.

"I've asked for leave for you," Xue Lu said. "Let's take a bath together later and get a good night's sleep."

Upon hearing the words "take a bath together," Song Qinggui immediately shuddered.

Ever since Xue Lu's birthday, he's become addicted to the taste, and the bathtub at home has suffered quite a bit.

"Lawyer Xue... I really can't do it today." Song Qinggui pleaded, "If it were you today... I... I really would die suddenly."

Xue Lu laughed angrily: "I'm afraid you'll fall asleep while taking a bath alone and drown!"

"Oh," Song Qinggui said, blushing.

As always, Xue Lu kept his word and did not do anything improper in the bathtub.

Song Qinggui was half-asleep, letting Xue Lu help her remove her makeup, wash her face, and clean her body.

When Xue Lu carried Song Qinggui to bed, Song Qinggui was not yet completely overcome by sleepiness.

She nestled against his chest and whispered, "Song Qinghe and I..."

"Go to sleep." Xue Lu gently interrupted her, "Right now, I just want you to get a good night's sleep and not think about anything else."

Song Qinggui's heart softened, and sleepiness washed over her. She murmured, "If I had known you were so considerate, I should have been with you much sooner. Sigh... I missed out on so many good years..."

Xue Lu kissed her forehead: "I'll make up for the good days we missed later."

...

Song Qinggui slept for a full ten hours. When he woke up, Xue Lu had already prepared the meal.

Seeing the standard two dishes and one soup on the coffee table, Song Qinggui couldn't help but sigh, "President Xue, you should be a chef. The business path has ultimately held you back."

Xue Lu nodded: "Once our business grows a bit bigger, I'll try my hand at the catering industry."

Song Qinggui smiled gently.

The two chatted while eating.

Lawyer Xue: "Chen Fangqi is trending on Weibo."

Song Qinggui quickly picked up his phone. Various video platforms were reposting images of Chen Fangqi in disheveled clothes, some without even blurring her face, and all sorts of revelations were pouring in.

Chen Fangqi's affair with a mistress, her access to exclusive interview opportunities in the entertainment industry, and her various gossips about flaunting her power in newspapers have all been brought to the forefront.

Soon after, someone else revealed that she lived in Junlan International and had close relationships with many young men living there.

Furthermore, an "insider" released a video claiming that she was being kept by multiple men, with Lao Wang being just one of them, and others being male models kept by wealthy women who would then give her money to spend.

Old Wang's ex-wife also spoke out, saying that Chen Fangqi destroyed her family and ruined Old Wang's life...

The internet erupted in outrage, with overwhelming criticism directed at Chen Fangqi. Her various social media accounts were also exposed, and each post was flooded with tens of thousands of abusive comments.

Chen Fangqi can be said to have suffered social death.

Song Qinggui frowned deeply, showing no sign of satisfaction.

"What's wrong?" Xue Lu asked upon seeing this.

Song Qinggui said, "It's nothing. I just think Chen Fangqi's crime doesn't warrant this. It's wrong for her to be a mistress, but the other revelations online don't have any substantial evidence. Moreover, Lao Wang has completely disappeared in this public opinion war against mistresses, but in fact, he is also the main party at fault."

Xue Lu nodded in agreement, but he never cared about other people's affairs: "By the way, let's find some time to go look at houses. The people living in this neighborhood are a mess, I don't like it."

“Okay.” Song Qinggui remembered something: “But don’t buy one that’s too big, it’ll be a hassle to clean. Just enough for a family of three.”

"A family of...three people?" Xue Lu suddenly felt a flutter in his heart.

Song Qinggui's heart was pounding, but he still tried to remain calm: "What, are you childless by choice?"

Xue Lu: "No. I want to have a child with you."

Straightforward, resolute, and passionate.

Unable to defend himself, Song Qinggui finally lowered his head: "But I still..."

“But I don’t want that little brat to come so soon.” Xue Lu interrupted Song Qinggui, his voice tender yet pleading: “Qinggui, I want to have you all to myself for a few more years, is that alright?”

"Hmm?" Song Qinggui looked at Xue Lu.

Xue Lu lowered his eyes: "I understand you. After we have a child, you will definitely be a responsible mother, and I will definitely try my best to be a responsible father. But Qing Gui, I am a selfish man. I want you to love me well for a few years, to love only me, one hundred percent."

Song Qinggui listened quietly to Xue Lu's words, then slowly reached out, cupped Xue Lu's cheeks, and gently kissed his lips.

Xue Lu gazed at her with moist eyes, and she looked back at Xue Lu.

“Lawyer Xue, I love you more than you think.” After a long pause, Song Qinggui said this.

Xue Lu's eyes welled up with tears, and a happy smile curved his lips.

Song Qinggui was a "bad" woman who had wronged him, but she never lied.

He knew...he knew...