Upon hearing Song Qinghe's doubtful words, Song Pingsheng almost jumped up. What kind of talk was that?

Is she doubting herself?

“Young Miss, you can’t say that. Although I’m in charge of the family business, I’ve never seen any of the Song family’s tokens.”

“I am just an adopted son of the Song family. When the old man adopted me, he made it clear that everything in the Song family would eventually belong to my eldest brother.”

"Yeah?"

With tears welling up in her eyes, Song Qinghe retorted, "If that's really the case, then why did he still scheme against the Song family?"

Although the original owner didn't know, she knew it perfectly well.

Song Pingsheng probably had his eye on the Song family's enormous wealth a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have colluded with outsiders to scheme against the Song family.

If it weren't for the old man's kind heart, digging Song Pingsheng out of the pile of corpses, he wouldn't have produced such an ungrateful wretch.

Now look what's happened! Not only have we raised a tiger that will turn out to be a threat, but we've also shot ourselves in the foot.

Song Pingsheng was somewhat afraid of Song Qinghe's gaze, always feeling that something was off about her; her clear, sharp eyes seemed to be able to see right through people in the blink of an eye.

This is terrifying.

"Of course! Miss, you're doubting me. My loyalty to the Song family is as clear as day!"

"That's not the point. The point is that we need to find the token as soon as possible so we can get the old man and the others out."

“Miss, you don’t want to just watch them get sent to the countryside for re-education, do you? If the higher-ups continue to investigate, the old man and the old lady might be executed, and then they’ll never get out.”

Song Pingsheng's tone was irritable, as if he wished he could lock Song Qinghe up and interrogate her directly.

But no, that won't work.

I wonder if those old fogies in the Song family have any tricks up their sleeves. If they're deliberately setting a trap for me, then I'll be in real trouble.

At least until the verdict is handed down, he cannot do anything to Song Qinghe openly.

Fortunately, her household registration has already been transferred out. If all else fails, we can still use the household registration as leverage in the future.

Once Song Qinghe's household registration is moved, she will no longer belong to the Song family.

The Song family's enormous wealth naturally has nothing to do with her; however much it is, it will all belong to her in the future.

In her previous life, Song Qinghe worked in the corporate world and even pursued a master's degree in psychology.

I originally thought that even if I couldn't succeed in the workplace, I could still open a small clinic for psychologists.

I figured I could still make a living that way, but I never expected it would come in handy at this time.

Song Qinghe saw through Song Pingsheng's thoughts at a glance. This guy really does say one thing and mean another, like an old sow wearing a bra, one thing after another.

The household registration issue is indeed related to him; Song Yaoyao was probably used as a pawn by him.

Even Sun Zhiyuan was probably part of Song Pingsheng's plan, but it's unknown whether Sun Zhiyuan himself knew he was being schemed against.

Fearing that Song Qinghe would see through his true intentions, Song Pingsheng could only soften his tone and continue to persuade her.

"Young Miss, now is not the time to be willful. What are you afraid of?"

"Time is limited, I really don't have time to chat with you here."

"If you don't believe me, you can take the token and find the right way yourself."

Seeing that he was talking until his throat was dry, Song Qinghe remained calm.

There's nothing to get upset about.

After all, in these kinds of situations, whoever gets anxious will get upset. She wasn't the one who was anxious, so of course there was no need for her to get upset.

After Song Pingsheng finished speaking in a dry and monotonous manner, he realized that Song Qinghe was actually resting with her eyes closed.

Is she even human?

He was, after all, her elder; how could she pretend not to hear him!