“I came here today specifically to tell you, old woman, the person I hate the most is you. You took me in and brought me to the Shen family, and you ruined me so badly that I'm neither human nor ghost. You are the source of all evil.”
With her pregnant belly, Song Anran gradually forced the old lady to tremble all over.
Her bloodshot eyes were brimming with tears: "You heartless bastard, how could you say such a thing?"
"I can say even more disgusting things, do you want to hear them?"
Song Anran leaned down and whispered in the old lady's ear: "You've always been against me marrying Shen Jinmo, but now I've transformed into the Song family's daughter, and we're a perfect match. I'm carrying his own child."
From now on, he will be the father of my child. Because of this child, we will be bound together for life, never to be separated. You schemed to separate me from him, and now your plan has failed, hahaha…”
Song Anran laughed wildly and seductively.
The old lady pushed her away with all her might: "You brat! Mo'er will not accept you, let alone accept you as a child."
"I don't care whether he accepts it or not. The child is his, that's an undeniable fact. Once the child is born, I will tell him how the Shen family treated me."
And I'll teach him how to gradually devour the Shen Group, to take control of the entire Shen Group. I'll make the entire Shen family pay the price, and I'll make Shen Jinmo and Lu Zhiwei, like beggars, live a life of begging on the streets!"
Song Anran became increasingly frantic as she spoke.
The shameless words caused the old woman's heart to pound violently, and she experienced severe chest pain.
Song Anran didn't stop there, and said even more aggressively: "I, Shen Shuyuan, the woman you used to look down on the most, have become the future young mistress of the Shen family. Everything you least wanted to see, I will make happen one by one. It's just a pity that you are too dead to see this day."
The old lady lay in bed, reaching for the call button on the bedside table.
A layer of mist filled his bloodshot eyes.
She hates—
He hated himself for bringing a vicious wolf back to the Shen family.
But this vicious wolf was determined to destroy the Shen family, which had been glorious for over a hundred years.
She deserves to die!
Damn it!
"But before you die, do me a good deed and tell me why you hate me and why nothing I do can please you?"
Gaining the old lady's approval was another major obsession for her in the Shen family.
Even as she was dying, she still hated her.
She no longer expected that the old woman would ever look at her.
Because she doesn't deserve it at all.
"When you were ten, you participated in a painting competition. In the finals, afraid of losing to your opponent, you made me host a swimming party at the Shen family's house. In a secluded corner, you pushed someone into the water, leaving them unconscious for three days... Did you really think I didn't see it? I had to swallow my pride and spend a lot of money to silence them..."
The old woman clutched her chest and recounted the events of the past.
Upon hearing this, Song Anran's body went limp, and she took two steps back.
“You were jealous of Xia Wanying and Mo’er’s childhood friendship, so you took her ice skating and she injured her hand, preventing her from making any breakthroughs in her painting skills… but I didn’t expose you in front of Xia’s parents.”
"Later, which of those socialites and heiresses who liked Mo'er didn't get into trouble? It was all your doing. At first, I pitied you and was afraid you would be sent back. If I had carefully guided you, you would have reformed. But you... you're so disappointing!"
Song Anran clenched her fists tightly, her sharp nails seemingly trying to tear her palms apart.
It turns out she had seen all those little tricks from when she was a child, but she never mentioned them to the Shen family.
“I accepted Weiwei’s marriage to Mo’er so that Mo’er could get married as soon as possible and then I could bring you back to Cuizhu Garden so that you would give up this idea completely so that you would not end up hurting yourself and others. I will always have a clear conscience towards you.”
The old lady started coughing violently as she was talking.
Song Anran closed her eyes.
A glistening tear slid down the corner of her eye.
This tear carries a hint of regret.
If she could do it all over again, she would paint diligently and live her life well based on her abilities, no longer clinging to the obsession with ink and brush.
Would things have turned out differently?
pity--
There was no turning back for her.
Wiping away her tears, Song Anran forced a smile: "Old woman, do you expect me to be grateful to you? No, never. I hate you, and I hate myself even more. Why am I so unlucky to run into you on the street..."
Even if you go to hell, you can't wash away your sins. Jiang Jingyu doesn't like you as her mother-in-law, Shen Jinmo resents you as her grandmother, and my unborn child and I will forever despise you. You were a failure from beginning to end, and you deserve to die..."
Every word was like an invisible knife stabbing into the old lady's heart.
They deserved to die!
The old lady lived a glorious life; everyone in Yunzhou praised her as a woman who was just as capable as any man.
In the end, all I got in return were these four words.
The old woman stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.
The hand that was covering her chest slowly slid down.
He never breathed his last.
Song Hanzheng returned carrying food.
A sharp scream came from the ward: "Grandma...Grandma Shen! Wake up! Doctor, doctor, come quick!"
Song Anran pressed the call button.
The doctors and nurses who rushed in performed emergency treatment on the elderly woman.
Ultimately, it was all in vain; the old lady had already passed away.
Song Anran cried as she hugged Song Hanzheng tightly, burying herself in his arms: "Brother, the old lady was so happy when she found out I was carrying her great-grandson, but she couldn't even say two words before she passed out..."
Song Hanzheng tried his best to comfort Song Anran, "It's okay, don't be afraid, the old man died of old age. It's not your fault."
Shen Jiarui stayed up all night at the sanatorium and just got home to take a shower and catch up on sleep.
Seeing the scene of the ward covered with a white sheet.
Stumbling into the ward, she knelt down on the bed: "Grandma!"
The grown man cried his eyes out.
Shen Jingmo arrived at the hospital a step after Shen Jiarui, holding the cheongsam that Lu Zhiwei had designed for the old lady.
The old man hadn't had a chance to put it on yet.
When the call reached Lu Zhiwei, she had just picked up her child and was about to put him in the car seat.
Shen Jinmo's sorrowful, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Lu Zhiwei!"
"What's wrong?" Lu Zhiwei asked.
“Grandma has passed away,” Shen Jinmo replied.
Lu Zhiwei stood there, stunned, while the child in her arms began to cry loudly for some unknown reason.
No matter how she tried to coax her, she couldn't calm her down.
It was still too late.
Lu Zhiwei returned to the sanatorium alone and, together with the Shen family, took the old lady's body to the funeral home.
She stood beside Shen Jinmo.
His eyes were red, as if he had been crying, but he never cried in front of others.
"Where's your gift?" Shen Jinmo placed the cheongsam next to the old lady.
Lu Zhiwei came empty-handed.
"I forgot to take it."
She lied.
The old lady has passed away, so there's no need to send this gift anymore.
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