Chapter 225 [Song Family Extra] Revenge
Song Shurou's revenge was like a silent rain, slowly seeping and corroding. It came unexpectedly, but seemed natural in the evil of human nature.
She knew that she was powerless and could not shake the deeply rooted Song family.
The only person she could attack was an ignorant and fragile child, Song Qingwan, who had replaced her daughter and was enjoying everything that should have belonged to her daughter.
She spent almost all of her savings and lay on the operating table. The doctor adjusted her eyebrows, nose bridge, and lip shape according to the photo of Song Qingwan she provided.
After removing the gauze, the person in the mirror looked more like Song Qingwan in terms of eyebrows and eyes than the real Song Shuhua.
She began to appear around Song Qingwan, telling the truth in a gentle and sad tone.
At first, Xiao Qingwan was repulsive and afraid.
Until one day, the child actually said to her frankly: "Auntie, I will tell Mom and Dad..."
At that moment, the hatred and panic in Song Shurou's heart reached its peak.
Never let her tell anyone!
She showed a sad smile on her face, took Xiao Qingwan's hand, taught her to deceive the teacher and the driver, and followed her: "Good child, thank you, before that, accompany your mother to experience real life, okay?"
She took Xiao Qingwan back to her house and asked her to wash the dishes, cutting her hand.
The girl cried in pain.
Song Shurou bandaged her in a hurry, muttering to herself, "Oh, how could you be so careless? If this leaves a scar, how can I play the piano in the future?"
The wound was so deep that Song Qingwan was unable to practice the piano for several weeks.
When the injury was almost healed, Song Shurou arranged another accident.
She asked the idle man next door who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol to molest Xiao Qingwan who was waiting alone.
The man's obscene gaze and vulgar words frightened the girl so much that she trembled with fear and screamed, hiding in the arms of Song Shurou who had just returned.
In fact, she wanted to let the man succeed at that time, but she was worried that it would cause too much trauma to Song Qingwan and that the Song family would find out, so she came out to stop it.
Song Shurou drove the man away and hugged the frightened Xiao Qingwan tightly. Her voice trembled with fear: "Wan'er, look! This is the outside world! Without the Song family to protect you, you will encounter countless bad people like this! Mom almost lost you!"
She held the girl's pale face and told another lie:
"Wan'er, do you know? Song Shuhua originally had a biological daughter. Your mother secretly switched you with that child so that you could live a good life."
"But the mother didn't take good care of the child, and she died of illness a long time ago..."
"If you tell the truth now, do you think Song Shuhua will forgive you? How will she treat the daughter of the murderer who killed her own daughter?"
"You'll be kicked out and live a life worse than Mommy's now! You'll lose your piano forever, and you might even be sent to a place even more horrible than this place!"
All of this completely broke down Xiao Qingwan's psychological defenses.
She looked at the dilapidated environment in front of her, remembered the disgusting man's gaze, and then compared it with the warm piano room of the Song family and her mother's gentle embrace.
She didn't dare say it.
This secret became a shackle on her young heart, making her anxious day and night.
Later, Xiao Qingwan grew up and would occasionally ask her about the past, about the child who died of illness.
Song Shurou always spoke so sincerely because those were not lies but real things that happened.
The sisters' quarrel, Song Qingzhi's fleeting romance with her, and the existence of that child were all real.
But the one who died was not Song Shuhua’s daughter, but her, Song Shurou’s daughter.
Later, as Song Qingwan grew older and became more sensible, she became more and more afraid.
If Song Qingwan goes for a paternity test, all her plans will be ruined in an instant.
So, she planned a life-saving grace.
She bribed a truck driver, and when he drove towards Song Qingwan on her way home from school, she rushed out, pushed the frightened girl away, and her arm was scratched by the front of the truck.
Blood stained her sleeves red. She endured the pain, looked at the frightened Song Qingwan, and tried to force a weak and relieved smile.
At that moment, she saw complete trust and gratitude in Song Qingwan's eyes.
From then on, Song Qingwan completely let down her guard against her and obeyed her every word.
Song Shurou began to instill her full of resentment and distorted outlook on life into her little by little.
"Wan'er, everyone should plan for themselves when they are alive."
"Everything in the Song family should belong to you. Why should you give it to others?"
"If you want something, you must fight for it by any means necessary. Being soft-hearted will only hurt yourself."
"Look at mom, it's because she's too kind that she ended up like this..."
She looked at this child with the blood of Song Qingzhi and Song Shuhua flowing in his veins with satisfaction. Under her teaching day after day, his eyes gradually lost their former purity, becoming indifferent and even gloomy inside.
As she wished, the two children who claimed to be kind and noble eventually grew up astray under the guidance of her, a rat in the gutter.
She was overjoyed, her heart filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Her original plan was to instigate Song Qingwan to do something irreparable, and then when she was most proud of herself, she would personally reveal the bloody truth, causing Song Qingwan to collapse and Song Qingzhi and Song Shuhua to suffer for the rest of their lives!
Unfortunately, all of this was ruined by Gu Chengyu.
She was exposed.
Then, it was Song Qingzhi's crazy revenge.
The man who looks gentle and elegant actually has an astonishing cruelty and madness in his bones.
He didn't hand her over to the law, probably because he thought that would be too easy for her.
He locked her up in a mental hospital.
She was injected with drugs and tortured all day long to the point of being worse than death.
She wanted to commit suicide and didn't even have the chance to bite off her tongue.
Until that day, a caregiver was taking a nap against the door, which was ajar.
She used up the last of her strength, struggled to get out of bed, staggered out the door, and ran towards the window at the end of the corridor.
Behind me came the nurse's exclamation and the sound of chasing footsteps.
She didn't care and even had a smile on her face.
She flung open the window and jumped out.
The sound of rapidly falling wind passed by my ears, brief and free.
Then, everything returned to darkness.
She was finally free.
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