Song Cheng felt a little proud when he heard these words. Although he didn't really kill his aunt this time, he successfully got rid of Lan Songqi.
In addition, Lan Songqi's death will transfer all the responsibilities. He did not expect that this female nurse was so awesome, which undoubtedly gave Yatong room to be free from suspicion.
The trick he had planned was actually quite brilliant. Everyone thought Yatong couldn't be so foolish, and Lan Songqi wouldn't dare risk killing someone in the ward. But every move was within his expectations. He was gambling on everyone's psychology, hoping to win unexpectedly.
In short, the plan was successful, but it did not actually kill Song Li.
The reason he asked that question just now was to deliberately celebrate his suspicion. He was the first person to stand up and suspect, so naturally no one would associate him with this matter.
For the sake of his great cause, he needs to move forward step by step.
Song Ling was ordered to send people to Lan Songqi's home in Hecheng to check and see if they could find some clues.
As they were talking, Yatong had already signed and returned.
When she saw Song Huihai, the first thing she did was to kneel down and apologize with tears in her eyes. "Uncle Song, I'm sorry. I almost hurt my aunt. I'm scared just thinking about it."
Song Huihai covered his face and sighed.
Song Cheng glanced at the blood on Yatong's forehead. His pupils suddenly tightened, but soon subsided.
Song Ling asked, "When will the autopsy results come out?"
Ya Tong replied sadly, "You can come out tomorrow morning. Even though my father was abominable, I still don't want his death to be in vain. I want to know the reason for his death."
She cried a lot and her eyes were swollen, as if she was really sad and desperate.
"Once I figure out what happened, I'll give him a funeral. I'll bury him. No matter what he did, I don't care. After all, he was a victim in the beginning..."
When she said this, Song Huihai finally couldn't help but help her up. She whispered, "Yatong, get up first..."
Since the autopsy results won't be out until tomorrow morning, everyone can only go home and wait for news.
Yatong now lives in his old house, so it was natural for him to go back with Song Cheng.
As for Song Huihai, although he was in a bad mood, the company still had a lot of things to deal with.
Song Ling is very busy and he always cares about his concubine's mood.
After being discharged from the hospital, it was still early, so he did not return to the company, but took Liu Zhiyuan home.
Pregnant women are emotionally sensitive and nervous.
After seeing the corpse in the ward today, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
So now she just snuggled quietly in Song Ling's arms, pulling his collar with her fingers, without saying a word.
Song Ling was still frightened. "Are you tired? Close your eyes and get some sleep."
Liu Zhiyuan closed her eyes and muttered, "Aren't you going back to the company? You've been very busy lately. Send me home later and then go back to work! I'm glad that Auntie is okay. I'll send two more people to watch over her from now on."
Song Ling lowered his eyes and looked at her.
He gently touched her cheek with his long fingers a few times and said softly, "Go to sleep, don't worry so much. I will arrange everything. I won't go back to the company today, just stay with you."
Liu Zhiyuan nodded obediently, closed her eyes, and fell asleep tiredly.
Yatong returned to Song Cheng's car and walked out of the hospital.
She immediately wiped the tears from her face with a tissue, then threw the tissue out the window with disdain. She frowned and gritted her teeth,
"Pervert! He's not even going to help me! If he doesn't delay, my aunt's breathing tube will definitely be removed!"
Song Cheng slowed down and turned to look at her. His eyes were fixed on the wound on her forehead, and his eyes were a little gloomy.
Ya Tong was made uncomfortable by him and lowered her voice, "What's wrong, Xiao Cheng? I know this is not perfect, but don't look at me like that. After all, we are not completely empty-handed..."
Song Cheng frowned and turned to look ahead. After a while, he said, "Don't let yourself get hurt in the future!"
Yatong was stunned, unable to react to his sudden words.
While driving, Song Cheng took out some wet wipes and reached out to help her wipe the blood off her forehead.
His actions were not gentle and even hurt Yatong.
Yatong gasped in pain, his movements slowed down a little, and his voice also softened a little.
"Does it hurt?"
Ya Tong whispered, "It's okay..."
"Don't be so stupid next time and don't hurt yourself!" After gritting his teeth, Song Cheng threw away the wet wipes.
Yatong was stunned again. The wound on her forehead must be serious. She was really taking a risk. However, no one asked her if the wound hurt.
Song Cheng was the only exception. Just now, she saw a hint of love and tenderness in his eyes.
She was surprised and sad.
How nice would it be if Song Ling asked her if it hurt?
Song Cheng seemed to be able to read people's minds and shouted in a low voice, "When you are with me, don't think about that bastard Song Ling!"
Ya Tong's eyes were in a panic, and she said quickly,
"No, I'm not thinking about him. I'm wondering if there's any evidence against me in the old man's house. I wonder if it will be discovered?"
Song Cheng raised his lips in a cold arc and said firmly, "Don't worry! I have arranged it!"
Yatong nodded, forced a smile, and said obediently, "Okay, I believe you!"
Her little hand grabbed Song Cheng's hand holding the steering wheel.
Song Cheng looked at her, his eyes flashing with a hint of heat, his voice a little hoarse, with a deep meaning. "I'll go home later to comfort you!"
Yatong blushed.
The next day, Lan Songqi's autopsy report came out.
He died of cardiac arrest caused by drug intoxication.
At the same time, people sent to Hecheng also found many valuable clues in Lan Songqi's villa.
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