When they returned to the prison and saw Song Yuan again, the other party looked smug and overconfident, as if he had won.

It seemed he had anticipated that Song Qingyou would come back to him.

At this moment, Song Yuan was certain that he was the one in control, so he spoke much more relaxedly than before: "Have you gone to see your mother?"

Song Qingyou stared directly at Song Yuan, her voice icy cold: "Where did you put my mother's ashes! Song Yuan, you betrayed her while she was alive, hurt her, and caused her unbearable pain. Even after she died, you still won't let her go!"

Song Yuan's expression twisted for a moment, then he lowered his voice: "You want to know? Then get me out of this hellhole!"

Song Qingyou looked at him coldly: "You're dreaming."

Song Yuan smiled sinisterly: "If you didn't want to know, you wouldn't have come back. Since you've come back, it means you agreed to negotiate with me. And since it's a negotiation, there has to be some leverage."

Song Qingyou asked indifferently, "Your arrest happened suddenly. With the New Year approaching, how could you have the mind to care about Song Ning's affairs? So you didn't have the time or the inclination to hide Song Ning's ashes."

After observing Song Yuan's fleeting change in expression, Song Qingyou continued, "More than twenty years ago, you personally pulled out Song Ning's oxygen tube, rushed Song Ning's body to be cremated, and told my grandfather that Song Ning was dead. The doctor from that time has already been bribed by you, so you wouldn't have rushed to cremate Song Ning out of fear of being exposed."

Song Yuan's face immediately turned from green to white.

"Let me guess why you're in such a hurry to cremate Song Ning." Song Qingyou said, word by word, "Is it because when you entered the ward and tried to kill Song Ning, she disappeared? In order to deceive my grandfather and successfully seize control of the Song family, you could only tell him about Song Ning's death while holding an empty urn, right?"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Song Yuan's expression had long since lost its composure. His face was somewhat sinister when he suddenly smiled slowly: "As expected of someone who has the blood of Song Ning, the number one socialite in the capital, your brain works much better than the other three good-for-nothings. Qingyou, if you weren't born into the Song family, I would have properly groomed you to be my heir."

Song Qingyou remained expressionless, but her eyes revealed disgust: "Stop saying such disgusting things to me, Song Yuan. What exactly happened back then? Why did Song Ning disappear from the hospital room?"

Before Song Yuan could speak, Song Qingyou continued, "If you tell me the truth, I might spare your life. Otherwise, your whole family of four will be staying in Prison Number 12."

Upon hearing "Prison Number 12," Song Yuan's expression changed drastically: "It's you! You did that thing with Fu Tingshen too?"

"So what if it's me, or it's not me?"

"Song Qingyou! How vicious you are!" Song Yuan was truly terrified. Prison No. 12 was no place for humans to live. If he were transferred there, Song Yuan would face torture worse than death.

This torment would accompany Song Yuanyu for the next few decades.

Song Yuan had heard about Fu Tingshen's miserable state, but he never expected Song Qingyou to be so ruthless.

Song Yuan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou said calmly, "I would have found out even if you didn't tell me. Why make yourself uncomfortable? After all, you're not young anymore. You don't deserve to suffer that humiliation."

"I really underestimated you." Song Yuan exhaled a breath of stale air: "Song Ning ran away after giving birth to you."

“…What?” Song Qingyou was stunned, seemingly not expecting the truth to be like this.

Song Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes filled with vengeful pleasure: "Song Qingyou, the truth is that Song Ning, your mother abandoned you. After giving birth to you, she left you, an infant, in the delivery room and ran away! And your maternal grandfather, Song Zhi, do you think he loves you? Let me tell you, he actually hates you to the core! Song Zhi believes that if it weren't for you, Song Ning wouldn't have died. I saw him with my own eyes, his hands gripping your neck."

Song Yuan gestured, revealing a sinister smile: "Like this, you were almost strangled to death on that snowy winter night! If I hadn't stopped you, do you think you would be alive today? Of course, I didn't save you out of any fatherly love, but because you're alive, I can use you to get the Song family's shares. Otherwise, if you died, I would be completely cut off from the Song family."

Song Yuan's voice was deep and angry, sarcastically saying, "Song Qingyou, your revenge all this time has been a joke, hahaha... You took back the Song family, avenged your mother and grandfather whom you thought were dead, and tried every means to kill me, but in the end, the people you love don't love you back."

Song Yuan's laughter grew increasingly maniacal: "No one in this world loves you. You are destined to be an orphan from birth, never to receive even a shred of love!"

He said viciously, "Song Qingyou, you're just a piece of trash nobody wants!"

...

This year's cold snap seems to have arrived a little late; the cold wind only swept across the land again near the end of March.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and a torrential downpour began without warning.

When Song Qingyou came out of prison, it was raining heavily. Even holding an umbrella was useless. Her eyelashes were wet with rain, and she gently wiped them with the back of her hand. The coldness of her skin made her frown slightly.

Fu Bei approached, holding a black umbrella: "Madam, shall we go back?"

"Um."

The heavy rain pounded against the car window, making soft, rhythmic sounds.

Song Qingyou was somewhat absent-minded; Song Yuan's words in prison had not left much of a ripple in her mind.

Does nobody want it?

No, that's not true.

She also has Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou will love her forever.

Fu Wenzhou will always want her.

Rainwater wets the car windows, causing fog to rise up on the glass.

Song Qingyou raised her hand and carefully wrote Fu Wenzhou's name on it stroke by stroke with her fingertips.

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