After Song Xijiao finished speaking, the depressed mood in her heart dissipated a lot. She took out a black gold card and opened Song Hua's palm.

"Take it. Life is only a few decades long, but it's just a dream. Buy whatever you like."

Song Hua felt like a complete failure. She was in her fifties but still acted like she was in her twenties. She even needed her daughter to comfort her and pay for her mistakes...

"I……"

The doorbell was pressed heavily. Chen Yao had made an appointment with Xu Yan'an, so he thought it was Xu Yan'an. He didn't even check the peephole and hurriedly lowered the bolt.

As soon as he opened the door, the woman in the black sweatshirt took out a fruit knife from her pocket and stabbed Chen Yao straight at her.

When the Sanda coach was teaching Doudou, Song Xijiao also learned a lot, otherwise the knife would definitely have stabbed her heart.

She said to the invisible communication device on her collar: "Come up."

Pei Zhiting assigned her a security guard, who usually served as her driver.

The bodyguards came quickly, one of them pressed on one shoulder, and the woman in black was subdued, forced to kneel on the ground, and her mask and hat were pulled off.

Lin Ruoxue.

"That's her. She's been following us these past few days."

Song Xijiao pulled the knife out of her palm with force, and blood flowed down her fingertips. Lin Ruoxue was pinned to the ground by the bodyguard, unable to move.

"Following me, trying to kill me..."

She reached out to grab Lin Ruoxue's hand, and the bodyguard understood.

The bodyguard pressed hard, and Lin Ruoxue lay on the ground like a dog.

"Bang..." the door closed.

"Chen Yao, let mom and dad go back inside and rest. Put away the things you need to take. This place is covered in dirty things and is not suitable for living."

Song Xijiao cried out, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

The knife pierced straight into the back of Lin Ruoxue's hand, and the bodyguard blocked her mouth.

"you……"

Song Xijiao went to the table, picked up the opened but unfinished bottle of white wine, and poured it on the wound on the palm of her hand. The white wine mixed with blood splashed on the back of Lin Ruoxue's hand. The pain was heartbreaking, but she couldn't cry out.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Lin Ruoxue screamed, opening and closing her mouth, but no sound came out.

When Chen Yao, Chen Yun and Song Hua walked out of the bedroom, Song Xijiao was standing by the window making a phone call. Without looking at her hands, it was all a dream. Her hands had been simply disinfected to stop bleeding, and the stains on the floor had been mopped clean.

"I'll send a car to pick you up at four o'clock."

"good."

Chen Yao looked at Song Xijiao's back, as if he was meeting her for the first time.

Chen Yun sighed, "She is like you and yet not like you, decisive, forbearing, independent... She won't stop for anyone."

Song Hua had mixed emotions. "She's my daughter. I'm proud, but also scared... She's really grown up to be something I never imagined."

Seeing Song Hua looking depressed, Chen Yun comforted him.

"She is always your daughter, and this is an unchangeable fact."

"I want to sue Lin Ruoxue for intentional injury and endangering her life."

Song Xijiao showed no mercy and acted decisively, posting all the videos that Lin Ruoxue had filmed online. Netizens found her old photos through Lin Ruoxue's family background and compared them with the videos.

The incident caused a big stir, and the entire internet was filled with condemnation of Lin Ruoxue.

Cao Weixiong slapped his assistant in the face. "Old Yang, you've been with me for over thirty years, and this is how you repay me. You slept with so many women and asked me to raise your children. I don't hold it against you, but since you ran away with the money, I'm going to settle this account."

"I was wrong, big brother, big brother, please forgive me this time, just this once."

Assistant Yang knelt on the ground, crying so sadly.

Cao Weixiong sneered, "I trust you, so I don't ask about the things you handle. But you opened a private account abroad. Forgive you, what have I become?"

"roll."

Cao Weixiong doesn't care whether Lin Ruoxue is his own child or not. It would be better if the person who has no interests is lost.

Issue a statement immediately.

"First, effective immediately, Cao severes his parent-child relationship with Lin Ruoxue and her daughter."

"Secondly, regarding the previous cooperation between Cao and the Pei family, Cao will personally handle the follow-up."

This incident became a hot topic and everyone who was watching the incident was shocked.

Song Xijiao went to see Lin Ruoxue, and she was cursing loudly.

Zhao Hairong wrote in his diary that he was nice to Lin Ruoxue because whenever he saw her he would think of Song Xijiao. In order to reduce his guilt, he treated Lin Ruoxue doubly well.

After Lin Ruoxue found out, she became extremely jealous of Song Xijiao, and Lin Qingrou instigated her.

She regarded Song Xijiao as a thorn in her side.

Lin Qingrou's jealousy of Song Xijiao was even simpler. She just couldn't bear to see others have something that she didn't have, and she wanted to fall into darkness with her.

She has been in contact with Assistant Yang over the years, and even her reunion with Cao Weixiong was arranged by Assistant Yang.

The two conspired to get more money out.

Helplessly, Cao Weixiong had long known that there was a traitor among him.

The reason why he did not touch Assistant Yang was, first, that he had a lot of experience, and second, that he had too many core secrets of the company.

"Hehe, my father is very smart. If he doesn't want to be scolded as heartless and ungrateful, he can use my hand." Cao Dinghuan sneered.

Pei Zhiting shook his head. "He was able to give you so many brothers and sisters, which shows that he is a very difficult person to deal with."

Cao Ding laughed, "That's right, otherwise why would I praise him for being smart?"

The Pei family has a family dinner every month. Pei Hetong and Lin Wanqing remain silent from the moment they pick up their chopsticks to the moment they leave the table.

As for Chu Zhihan, he lost his grandson and his son is sometimes crazy and sometimes not.

If looks couldn't kill, Song Xijiao would have been blasted to pieces by Chu Zhihan's thirty-nine glares.

The Pei family's old house is a Chinese-style building. As soon as you walk into the living room, you feel a sense of oppression, which makes you straighten your back unconsciously.

They sat around the coffee table, which was filled with melon seeds, peanuts, desserts and cakes. Chu Zhihan's gaze lingered on the desserts for a few seconds, then shifted away. She tilted her head to look out the window. It was November and Kyoto was snowing heavily. The heavy snow, accompanied by a cold wind, blew painfully on her face.

"I heard that the girl who was arranged to marry my fourth brother has remained single all these years. I'm afraid... Oh, look at my mouth. She's a legitimate daughter of the Cao family, how could she have trouble getting married? It's better than some people... Forget it, forget it."

Those who were sitting there were eating desserts and drinking tea. It was generally acknowledged that Chu Zhihan was a chatterbox, but the main character didn't say anything, so it was even less likely that they would bother to cause trouble.

Song Xijiao asked the nanny to take the sleeping Doudou away, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started eating them, raised her eyes, stared at Chu Zhihan, with a threatening look in her smiling eyes.

"Then what?"

Chu Zhihan froze. How could she know what would happen next?

"Then, that girl has been single until now."

"Then she's really lucky. She won't have to be like me, marrying a man whose umbilical cord wasn't cut, and almost giving birth to a son who looked just like my ancestors. I'll have to worry about this and that, and my hair will turn gray at a young age."

After eating the melon seeds, Song Xijiao clapped her hands and left.

In the eyes of everyone, either pitying him or watching the show, Chu Zhihan's face looked as if he had eaten shit.