Song Qingrong continued, "But I'm afraid of pain, and I feel that dying like that would be too easy for you, you heartless man, so I thought I might as well just get married."
"Even if I don't like the person I marry, it's still better than me burning myself out because you don't want me."
"Then I went to a matchmaking agency."
“But I looked at all the men at the matchmaking agency, and none of them were as good as you. I just couldn’t find anyone I liked.”
“I had already given up hope, but that day a man came to the matchmaking agency and asked if they could help find someone willing to marry his son, saying that his son had died and had not yet found a wife.”
“I thought, rather than marrying someone I don’t like, I’d rather marry a dead person. That way, I’ll be married, I can give up on you, and I won’t have to worry about living with someone I don’t like.”
"so……"
Song Qingrong shrugged.
I felt helpless, and also a little dumbfounded.
That's definitely her style.
I've known her for the past few years, and she's always been like this: very outgoing and easygoing, always calling herself "older sister" when she sees me, and never hiding anything from me. It's because of this that she's become my only friend.
But now it seems she was a bit foolish.
"What am I supposed to say to you?" I asked, looking at her.
She quickly replied, "Anyway, you're not allowed to scold me."
"And you're not allowed to call me stupid!"
She emphasized this very seriously.
"Did you hear me!"
"Okay, okay!" I said "okay" three times. Looking at her somewhat depressed look, I couldn't help but laugh. The gloom of Yan Yin's death seemed to dissipate a bit.
I have to admit it.
When I'm with Song Qingrong, I always feel relaxed and happy.
only……
I'm destined not to have this feeling for much longer.
The reason I suddenly told Song Qingrong that I would resolve this matter was because of this.
However, I didn't show my complicated feelings, and then said with a smile, "When the others come, you can hide in the room."
"I'll handle it."
Can you do it?
"certainly."
"How do you plan to solve this?"
"Money can make the devil turn the millstone."
"You still have money?" Song Qingrong looked at me in surprise. "You've been kicked out of the Xu family, and your wife doesn't want you anymore. How can you still have the nerve to say something like that?"
Song Qingrong teased me on purpose.
I smiled and said, "You think I'm nothing without the Xu family, just like them?"
"Then you're underestimating me."
“I didn’t say that,” Song Qingrong quickly shook her head.
"But... if you have money, could you share some with me?"
"What?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
“What should I do if you really die? I need to find a way out for myself,” Song Qingrong said earnestly.
But I saw anticipation in her eyes.
She was hoping I wouldn't die.
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