Song Cheng continued to roar,
"Don't you want revenge? You are the daughter of the Song family now, you can take revenge. You can make Liu Zhiyuan suffer in ten thousand ways. Committing suicide is stupid. Even if you die, you will have to take responsibility.
If I were you, I would definitely not choose suicide."
Yatong's fingers trembled, trembling continuously until she could no longer hold the fruit knife.
With a bang, the fruit knife fell to the ground.
Her arm also dropped down, and Song Cheng stepped forward to hold it and help stop the bleeding from her wound.
His cold voice whispered in her ear, "Good fortune often follows misfortune, and misfortune often follows good fortune. This is not necessarily a bad thing."
Yatong asked him to bandage the wound, and tears fell like broken strings.
Hatred gradually solidified in the eyes that were originally unfocused. That's right, if she died like this, wouldn't it be too worthless?
Song Cheng kept trying to persuade her, "Try to accept this. It's really not a bad thing."
Ya Tong murmured, "Isn't this really a bad thing?"
Song Cheng gently wiped her tears with his fingertips, his eyes showing both cherishment and heartache. "It's not a bad thing, it's really not a bad thing. Believe me, believe Xiao Cheng, don't cry. My sister Xiao Tong is the most beautiful. It won't look good if she cries..."
Yatong couldn't stop crying. Song Cheng lowered his head and gently kissed her tears.
Her warm, wet, salty tears rippled across his tongue.
He raised his lips slightly: "We will be happy in the future, believe me, Xiao Cheng!"
Yatong is very tired and weak now and really needs a hug.
Song Cheng's hug made her feel a little warm and safe. She closed her eyes, unwilling to think about anything.
Let her mind clear for a while, and it's time for her to think about what to do in the future.
However, when she felt the familiar masculine scent on Song Cheng's chest, her sensitive nerves tensed up again, and she subconsciously pushed him away and took a step back.
Her body stumbled into a corner, and the sound made her tremble in her heart.
She lowered her head and said in horror, "No, you can't! You can't! Xiao Cheng, you can't!"
Song Cheng approached her and his face darkened.
Ya Tong murmured, "Have you forgotten the content of the paternity test? Have you forgotten that you are also a child of the Song family?"
Song Cheng raised a strange and mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly stepped forward and hugged her in his arms, saying softly, "Sister Xiao Tong, don't be nervous. I have a secret to tell you."
When Song Cheng told Yatong the deepest secret in her heart, she was stunned and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
Song Cheng held her in his arms again and hugged her with his arms.
Yatong took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and looked at him in surprise. "Xiao Cheng, are you serious? Is it true?" The truth was so terrible that she could hardly believe her ears.
Song Cheng's eyes flashed with disdain, and Jun's face was full of hidden disdain, "Of course it's true, would I joke about such a thing?"
Yatong subconsciously pushed him and shook her head. "This is incredible, incredible. What's wrong with this world? How can so many incredible things happen? What's going on?"
Song Cheng curled his lips slightly: "So surprised?"
Yatong nodded. "Yes, very surprised."
The window screens swayed in the wind, and a hint of coolness spread in the air.
Song Cheng sat down on the sofa, stretched out his arms, tilted his head slightly,
"I knew it a long time ago, and when I knew the truth, I tried to accept it. I've accepted it for so many years."
Ya Tong breathed palely, "I can't believe it, I really can't believe that you are the son of the housekeeper and Aunt Liu..."
Looking at Song Cheng's indifferent face, she kept shaking her head.
Song Cheng pulled her over and sat her directly on his lap. He gently tickled her nose with his fingertips and said lightly, "This is the truth!"
Yatong looked at him and asked after a while,
"Why are you so calm? Aren't you sad? You're not a child of the Song family, you're the illegitimate child of Aunt Liu and the housekeeper. Aren't you sad?"
Song Cheng disdains to raise an eyebrow.
"Why should I feel bad? This is a secret. Only four people in this world know this secret. My mother, the housekeeper Ma Cheng, me, and you. You are the fourth and last person to know. This secret has no effect on me, so I am not upset!"
Ya Tong took another deep breath. "This is incredible. Who would have thought that the butler would be your biological father? Now that I think about it, the butler has been really good to you since you were a child."
The cold light in Song Chenghei's eyes grew more intense, and his face also darkened.
"He's a stupid guy. He's been planning things for years, and in the end he ended up in jail. He has nothing to offer me."
Perhaps because she suddenly thought of her father, Ya Tong whispered, "No matter what, you have his blood in your body."
Song Cheng raised his eyebrows: "So what?"
When he saw that Yatong's emotions had calmed down, he lowered his head.
Ya Tong subconsciously dodged. She sighed softly, "Stop it, I'm really mad right now. I'm so flustered and can't calm down."
Song Cheng did not force her. The darkness in his heart suddenly dissipated, replaced by tenderness. "Okay, I'll give you time to calm down."
After Song Cheng left, Yatong slumped on the sofa, closed her eyes, and tried to sort out the mess.
After going through such a big circle, she became Song Huihai's biological daughter.
It turns out her biological father is so outstanding!
It turns out she has such noble blood!
It turns out she has such a prominent family background!
No wonder she always felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Song Huihai since she met him in her childhood.
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