Chapter 224 [Song Family Extra] Brother-in-law
Three years later, it was late at night in the Song family study.
Song Qingzhi sat behind a large desk, holding a piece of music handed to him by a student, but his eyes were not on the paper.
The autumn wind blew outside the window, blowing up a few dead leaves and making a slight sound.
It has been almost a year since that ridiculous accident.
The drowsiness from being drugged, the confusion from walking into the wrong room, and the bone-chilling coldness when the person lying next to him after waking up was Song Shurou.
He handled it quickly, tough and cleanly.
With a generous enough grant, regardless of Song Shurou's collapse and resistance, she was sent to a distant southern city and asked to sign an agreement never to mention the matter to anyone.
He simply told his wife Shuhua that Shurou felt she was living under someone else's roof and wanted to leave and go to the south to make a living.
Although Shuhua was surprised and reluctant, she was persuaded by his gentle words and just thought that her sister had grown up and had her own ideas.
He thought the matter was completely over.
Until tonight, the email from an unfamiliar address in his mailbox dealt him a heavy blow.
There was no text in the email, only a photo.
A wrinkled, newborn baby, its eyes closed.
The sender was: Song Shurou.
For the first time, cracks appeared on Song Qingzhi's gentle and elegant face.
The pair of hands that were always praised for their elegance and grace were now trembling slightly.
He slammed the laptop screen shut, making a soft "click" sound that was particularly harsh in the quiet study.
Just then, the door of the study was gently pushed open.
Song Shuhua came in with a cup of warm milk. She was wearing soft pajamas, her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, and her face was gentle:
"Qingzhi, are you still busy? Go to bed early."
Her eyes fell on her husband's unusually bad face. She was slightly startled and walked closer with concern: "What's wrong? You look so bad, are you feeling unwell?"
Song Qingzhi almost instantly suppressed all his outward emotions.
He raised his head, a smile on his face again, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"It's nothing. I just saw a student handed in a sheet of music that was full of mistakes and omissions, and I got a little angry."
He took the milk naturally, and his fingertips touched his wife's hand, which was warm and soft, completely different from the coldness in his heart at the moment.
He took Song Shuhua's hand, let her sit on him, put his arms around her waist, and buried his face in her fragrant neck, like a child seeking comfort.
Song Shuhua gently stroked his hair and laughed, "It's rare to see you so angry. Don't be so harsh on your students."
"Yeah." Song Qingzhi responded sullenly. Breathing in the familiar scent from her body, the coldness in his heart was slightly suppressed.
His arms around Shuhua tightened unconsciously.
"Shuhua..." He called her softly, his voice a little hoarse.
"Um?"
"Our children."
He raised his head, looked into his wife's eyes, and said with certainty: "She will be very happy."
Song Shuhua was a little stunned: "Why are you suddenly talking about this..."
Before he finished speaking, the phone on the desk vibrated.
What was jumping on the screen was an unfamiliar number from the south.
Song Qingzhi's eyes turned cold instantly, as if covered with a layer of ice.
He patted the back of Song Shuhua's hand and regained his composure: "I'm going to answer a call. It might be about the school. You go back to your room and rest. I'll be right there."
Song Shuhua didn't doubt it, nodded, stood up and left the study.
The moment the door closed, the smile on Song Qingzhi's face disappeared instantly.
He picked up the phone, walked to the window, pressed the answer button, and lowered his voice to a very low voice: "Song Shurou, you are looking for death."
A woman's triumphant laughter came from the other end of the phone, piercing his ears sharply: "Song Qingzhi, my good brother-in-law? Did you see the gift I gave you? Surprised? This is your seed!"
"Do you think you'll be alright if you send me away? I'm telling you, you'll never get rid of me in this lifetime!"
Song Qingzhi's jawline was tense and his eyes were frighteningly sinister, completely different from his usual upright professor image.
"What do you want?"
"I want to come back! I want you to acknowledge this child! Otherwise, I will tell my sister everything and let her know how her dear husband is a hypocrite who bullied his sister and didn't want to take responsibility!"
Song Qingzhi was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed very lightly. There was no warmth in that laugh, only a creepy calmness.
He spoke slowly, as if teaching an ignorant sister: "Shurou, some things do not belong to you. Forcing them will only bring disaster."
"A year ago, you plotted against me, but I let you go because of the friendship we've had since childhood."
"Now, if you still insist on not changing your ways, I promise you will lose everything."
Song Shurou on the other side was a little panicked: "What do you mean?"
Song Qingzhi's gaze fell on the boundless night outside the window. His tone was calm but resolute, "What I mean is, the game is over. I won't agree to any of your conditions."
Without waiting for the other party to scream again, he hung up the phone.
He stood there for a long time without moving.
A few days later, news came from a hospital in the south.
Song Shurou's child died due to a sudden onset of severe pneumonia and failed treatment.
Immediately afterwards, Song Shurou herself suffered a mental breakdown and made a big fuss in the hospital, accusing someone of killing her child, but she could not produce any evidence. She was eventually diagnosed with over-stimulation and mental disorder, and she disappeared from the face of the earth.
In S City, the full moon banquet for Song Qingzhi and Song Shuhua's daughter was grand and warm.
Song Qingzhi held her infant daughter in her arms, standing under the spotlight, accepting everyone's blessings. Her smile was as gentle as jade, and her manners were impeccable.
The pure and innocent daughter in his arms and the gentle and kind wife by his side are the ones he needs to care for with all his heart.
And all obstacles will not come to Shuhua.
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