Chapter 112 Do You Love Sheng An?
Sang Wan's light words stirred up a storm in Lin Lan's heart.
"I'm targeting you. Otherwise, why wouldn't I touch someone else's son?"
She was clearly smiling, her peach blossom eyes curved into beautiful crescents, but there was no warmth in her eyes, only a bottomless cold pool.
Lin Lan's mind was pounding. She remembered the frenzy with which Sang Wan had smashed the entire Sang family home. She remembered Xu Mingyue crying as she told her how Sang Wan had held an axe to Xu Shiming's head, the broken porcelain shards piercing his chest.
The delicate and gentle face in front of me and the figure like a Shura from hell in my memory overlapped strangely.
Fear enveloped her, making her scalp tingle and her blood seem to freeze.
But when she thought of Xu Zixuan, her only son, and the rest of her life... a trace of courage to struggle to death arose in Lin Lan's body.
She mustered her courage, but her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Sang Wan, this is kidnapping. Aren't you afraid that I will call the police and sue you?"
"Sue me?"
The curve of Sang Wan's lips became a little bigger.
She looked at Lin Lan as if she was looking at a fool who didn't know his own limitations and didn't think twice before saying this.
If she wasn't fully prepared, how could she possibly take action?
"Lin Lan, you can try."
Sang Wan stood up slowly, walked to the window, reached out to wipe away the water film on the glass, and looked at the gray sky outside the window.
"I have many ways to make someone disappear in a plausible way, so that the police won't be able to find any clues."
She turned around and looked at the pale woman lying on the hospital bed again. Her voice was still soft, but it was filled with chilling cruelty.
"For example, a car accident."
Hearing these two words was like a thunderclap exploding in Lin Lan's mind.
The color on her face instantly drained away and turned pale.
Sang Wan took in Lin Lan's reaction, and her mind grew more certain. She slowly walked back to the bedside and looked down at her.
"Zixuan is still a child, he always calls you sister... Sang Wan, you can't do this!"
Lin Lan completely collapsed, crying and playing the family card in a panic.
Upon hearing this, Sang Wan simply pursed her lips, a hint of scorn appearing in her clear eyes.
"Lin Lan, it's already this late. Don't you think it's too late to play the family card?"
"My patience is limited." Sang Wan leaned over, leaning close to Lin Lan's ear, and lowered her voice very low. "A carefully planned car accident can be concealed very well, making it look real. As long as I don't say anything, and the driver doesn't say anything, no one will be able to find out the truth."
This sentence completely broke down Lin Lan's last psychological defense.
Because she herself was a participant in that "fake" car accident.
She believed every word Sang Wan said.
This stepdaughter whom she had never taken seriously was no longer the soft persimmon that could be easily bullied. She was a poisonous flower blooming on the edge of a cliff, beautiful, but could easily kill people.
Lin Lan clutched the bed sheet tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her whole body was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
She looked at Sang Wan, and in her resentful eyes, there was only fear that was about to overflow.
Sang Wan must be suspicious, and she will take action against her sooner or later.
…
Song Xinran Studio.
“Bang!”
An expensive bone china cup was thrown to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Song Xinran was so angry that his whole body was shaking and his chest was heaving violently.
She gripped the phone, her knuckles turning white, and yelled at the person on the other end of the line: "Sun Meixi, what do you mean? What do you mean by that studio doesn't need to be open?!"
A lazy and nonchalant female voice came from the other end of the phone, and there was even the faint sound of nail trimming in the background.
"Xinran, don't be so angry. I didn't expect that little bitch Sang Wan was so scheming. She actually left a back-up plan on the design draft. Now that things have come to this, what else can we do? We can't really let her take us to court, can we?"
That nonchalant tone completely ignited Song Xinran's anger.
"You make it sound so easy. The whole internet is cursing me right now. The brand wants to terminate my contract. My career is ruined. You guys are upset with Sang Wan, so you're using me as a pawn and leaving me to take the blame."
At first, she had never thought of releasing those ready-made clothes directly.
But Lu Tingzhou's grand proposal was like a resounding slap in her face. She was unwilling to accept it, and she was almost crazy with jealousy, so she came up with this plan to disgust Sang Wan and make Lu Tingzhou unhappy.
After all, the source of the design draft was the Lu family. Lu Tingzhou couldn't make things too ugly and blame herself. What's more, she had Kaikai. No matter how dissatisfied Lu Tingzhou was, he would not really do anything to her.
After all, children need their mothers.
"Xinran," Sun Meixi's tone was conciliatory and soothing. "Don't worry. Once this situation has passed, I'll introduce you to other resources. It's just a studio, don't take it too seriously."
"Screw your resources." Song Xinran finally broke down. She gritted her teeth and said word by word, "Sun Meixi, listen to me carefully. We are now on the same page. You'd better understand the situation. Whatever you do in the future, you'd better consider my situation."
She took a deep breath and spoke harshly on purpose.
"Otherwise, the net will be broken and no one will benefit."
After saying that, she hung up the phone angrily.
When Sun Meixi gave her the manuscript, she didn't say it was Sang Wan's, but she could vaguely guess it.
The reason for calling her now is simply to let her know that she is not the one taking the blame, but her ally.
"Sister, you should be tough with her, otherwise she will really think we are still controlling you, and then..."
“Ding Dong——”
Before Song Ziqian could say anything, the doorbell downstairs suddenly rang.
Who would it be at this point in time?
Everyone had been sent away, leaving only the two sisters.
Song Ziqian went downstairs to check the door and saw Lu Tingzhou standing outside.
He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, with an upright posture. The eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were as deep as an endless cold pond, revealing a suffocating sense of oppression.
Song Ziqian couldn't help but tremble in her heart. The purpose of this person coming at this time was obvious.
After she opened the door, Lu Tingzhou didn't look at her. He sat down in the reception area with his legs crossed. The oppressive feeling of being in a superior position made the temperature in the whole room drop sharply.
"Let Song Xinran come down."
Song Ziqian didn't dare to delay and went upstairs directly.
When Song Xinran came downstairs and saw him, her heart started pounding and her mind was in a mess.
She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes and hair, and walked over slowly.
"Ting... Tingzhou, why are you here?"
She forced a weak smile and sat down diagonally opposite her.
Song Ziqian hid upstairs and didn't come down. She was afraid of Lu Tingzhou and would feel inexplicably nervous when she saw him.
Lu Tingzhou didn't say anything. He lit a cigarette and glanced at the interior decoration, finally landing on Song Xinran's innocent face.
He looked at her without saying anything.
It was the first time in nearly four years that he looked at her straight in the eyes.
Song Xinran's scalp tingled when he looked at her. She quickly and weakly explained, revealing all the words she had prepared long ago:
"Tingzhou, are you... here for the press conference? Let me explain. I really didn't know those were Sang Wan's designs. It was the eldest wife. She knew I had opened a clothing studio and kindly sent me some designs, saying they were all original works by her friends. I liked them so much that... I just used them. I really didn't know it would turn out like this..."
As she spoke, her eyes turned red and she looked like she had suffered a great injustice.
Lu Tingzhou just looked at her quietly without saying a word.
After a long time, so long that Song Xinran's expression was almost frozen, he finally spoke.
His voice was soft and cold, but the questions he asked had nothing to do with the current situation.
"Do you love Sheng An?"
"……What?"
Song Xinran was stunned, completely bewildered and unable to react at all.
Shengan?
Why did he suddenly mention Sheng An?
It took her a while to find her voice. Her face revealed a mixture of pain and nostalgia, and her voice was choked with sobs.
"Of course I love him... Tingzhou, you know, if it weren't for that accident, we... we would have gotten married."
She lowered her eyes, with crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes, looking pitiful.
However, what she waited for was not comfort, but a very light and cold sneer.
Lu Tingzhou looked at her. There was no warmth in his eyes behind the lenses, only biting coldness and all-knowing ridicule.
He spoke slowly, and every word was like a sharp ice pick, piercing Song Xinran's heart.
"Then why, for a million dollars, would you disregard his life or death?"
As soon as Lu Tingzhou finished speaking, Song Xinran suddenly looked up at him in horror.
The blood color completely faded from her face, leaving only a dead gray.
He knows?
No...impossible!
The car had long been sent for compulsory scrapping and turned into a pile of scrap metal.
She personally ground the brake cable bit by bit using a grinding wheel.
Apart from her and Sun Meixi, there was no way that a third person could know about this.
Lu Tingzhou must be deceiving her.
Yes, he must be trying to trick her into talking and make her lose her composure.
After countless thoughts flashed wildly through Song Xinran's mind, this was the most reasonable idea.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, using the sharp pain to maintain the last bit of consciousness.
Keep your mind calm.
We must stay steady.
She took a deep breath, and when she raised her head again, the horror in her eyes was covered by a thick layer of grief, anger and grievance.
Tears rolled down like pearls that had broken off the string.
"Tingzhou...how could you say that to me?"
Her voice was shaking badly, and every word was soaked in the pain of being wronged.
"How could I possibly disregard Sheng An's life or death for money? We...we both have Kai Kai, and the wedding is already being planned."
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