Song Yuan stared intently at her, his eyes bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and said, "Song Shi, Song Wei, and Li Ruo have all been imprisoned by you. Song Chen is now lying in the hospital in a vegetative state. What more do you want? Qingyou, no matter what, I am still your father."

It wasn't until this moment that Song Yuan truly realized Song Qingyou's cunning and scheming. When he met Song Qingyou's eyes, which were so similar to Song Ning's, he suddenly dared not be arrogant anymore.

Song Qingyou looked at him, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. She covered her mouth and laughed for a long time before coldly saying, "Father? Luo Yuan, even now, are you still planning to put on this clichéd and unbelievable family drama with me?"

Song Yuan's eyes widened: "What do you mean!"

Song Qingyou smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "Do you still remember how my mother died?"

Her voice was cold, making Song Yuan tremble. An incredulous look appeared in her old, cloudy eyes as she forced a smile and said, "Your mother died in childbirth, that's the truth!"

"Difficult childbirth?" Song Qingyou chuckled. "Do you think I'd believe that nonsense?"

Song Yuan couldn't figure out what she meant and was still making a last-ditch effort: "Qingyou, I'm your father. Don't forget that I'm the one who carries your blood!"

Song Qingyou's gaze was icy cold: "If I could, I would want to drain my own blood."

After saying that, she added calmly, "I found the doctor who performed the surgery on my mother back then."

A seemingly casual remark sent Song Yuan into a panic.

His fingers turned white, and even his lips trembled: "How could this be... how is this possible!"

He arranged things so meticulously back then. He gave that doctor more than five million yuan so that he could disappear without a trace and live under an assumed name. How could this be?

Song Qingyou took the file bag from Fu Nan and threw it in front of Song Yuan: "This is evidence of your illegal appropriation of my grandfather's estate and your alteration of the will, as well as the recording of you entering the delivery room and killing my mother, and the doctor's testimony. Did you think you could cover everything up by changing your surname? Luo Yuan, I didn't expect you to be so naive at your age."

"I wonder if you can get used to prison life," Song Qingyou said with a smile. "But don't worry, because you won't be in prison for long; you'll be dragged out and shot soon."

Every word she uttered pierced Song Yuan's heart. The continuous blows had brought him back to the insecure, sensitive, and fearful Luo Yuan he was more than twenty years ago.

A long-forgotten sense of inferiority deep within him transformed into intense anger and malice, causing him to momentarily forget that there were police officers behind him and two bodyguards beside Song Qingyou.

He quickly took the long whip that had been waiting for him from the servant, intending to discipline Song Qingyou as before. As long as he beat her and made her submit, she wouldn't be able to cause any more trouble!

But he forgot that he was now a useless person with no strength in his hands, and the long whip slowly slipped from his palm before he could even raise it.

Song Yuan stared bloodshot at his nearly crippled arm, his narrow-minded and selfish face cracking inch by inch.

Song Qingyou coughed a few times, covering her mouth, and pulled her coat tighter: "Congratulations! Your family might be able to reunite in prison. That's great. It's the New Year, a time for family joy."

The police officers exchanged glances. One of them picked up the documents from the ground, flipped through a few pages, and immediately handed them to their captain.

The captain looked down, slightly shocked.

With such conclusive evidence, how many years must it have taken to investigate in secret?

No wonder Mr. Fu likes her. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also exceptionally shrewd, resourceful, and decisive.

After all, not just anyone can achieve a triple kill in one night.

He sighed inwardly, then winked at the others, and the police behind him immediately stepped forward and restrained Song Yuan as well.

The sirens wailed as Song Yuan, Song Shi, and Song Wei were escorted into police cars one by one.

As night fell, firecrackers crackled and fireworks burst in the sky. The heavy snow had stopped, and even the cold wind that brushed past our ears was much gentler than usual.

Song Qingyou stood by the roadside, with the dark Song family compound behind her and the brightly lit city street scene in front of her.

She took two steps and looked down at the foot of the mountain.

Thousands of lights shone like a starry river.

The curve of her lips widened little by little. Song Qingyou suddenly longed to go home, to the home where only she and Fu Wenzhou lived.

She called out urgently to Song Chang, "Uncle Chang, let's go home...cough...I want to go home!"

The cold wind rushed into her lungs, and she began to cough. Before Song Chang could get close, her chest heaved suddenly, and she coughed violently a few times. When she took off her handkerchief, it was stained with a scarlet blood.

A salty, fishy taste filled her mouth. Song Qingyou stared at the handkerchief for a moment, then casually tossed it into the trash can by the door. She smiled at Song Chang, who had rushed over, her eyes sparkling like stars: "Uncle Chang, let's go home. I promised Fu Wenzhou I would go back and have New Year's Eve dinner with him."

Song Chang nodded, his nose tingling with emotion. After all these years, Miss had finally personally taken that family to the police station.

After years of planning and patiently waiting, he should be happy to finally avenge his family. However, for some reason, Song Chang's eyes stung terribly.

He held back his tears and looked at Song Qingyou with loving eyes: "Hey, let's go home, don't keep President Fu waiting."

The car sped along, and Song Qingyou had never felt so eager to go home as she did now.

She had never felt that the Song family was her home before. She was born without a mother, and her maternal grandfather passed away shortly after learning of her mother's death. She had never experienced the feeling of having a home.

For so many years, she lived like an emotionless animal, always believing that she didn't need these things, until Fu Wenzhou barged in without warning and seized her territory without explanation. Only then did Song Qingyou realize that deep down, she longed to have a home.

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