After everything calmed down, Yatong shrank back and lay on her side.
Song Cheng finished smoking, then held her in his arms domineeringly, his voice cold, "How is it? Do you regret it?"
Ya Tong loosened her fingers little by little, tried for a few seconds, squeezed out a pale smile, turned around, hugged his waist, and whispered softly,
"How could that be? Sister Xiao Tong has no regrets. I'm just a little embarrassed. Xiao Cheng has grown up in an instant, and the boy in my memory has become a man."
After saying that, she shyly snuggled into his arms, and this action undoubtedly made Song Cheng very happy.
The curve of his lips continued to rise. He hugged her tightly for several minutes and said proudly: "This man will make you happy in the future..."
Yatong smiled and lay in his arms, closing her eyes.
The next day, Yatong called Hecheng's nominal father and came up with a plan based on what she had discussed with Song Cheng.
Her nominal father is Lan Songqi, who was originally very gentle. However, since he learned that Yatong was not his daughter and that his beloved woman had been raped, he seemed to have become a different person.
His gentle temper turned violent, and he even learned domestic violence, and the whole person became terrible. Since such a thing happened, he didn't plan to take care of his own business.
The company's performance was getting worse and worse, but he didn't care. He just drank and cursed people all day long.
The servants in the house were scolded and ran away, and there was a big hole in the company's finances, which was even worse for him.
After reaching an agreement with Yatong, he placed his last hope on Yatong.
He hoped that Yatong could return to Song Ling. With the strength of the Song family, even if they could not help him turn the tide and support his company, he would have enough money to live out the rest of his life.
After going through so much, he has lost his ambition.
Now he just wanted to live the rest of his life carefree, and then go to hell to find that dirty woman and continue to torture her.
It was he who, based on Yatong's signal, asked someone to tamper with Song Li's car.
However, what he didn't expect was that Song Li was so lucky that he didn't die even after falling off the cliff.
He has been getting more and more uneasy these days.
Usually, Ya Tong doesn't let him contact her, so he has to wait for Ya Tong to contact him.
On this day, he finally received Yatong's contact information.
Ya Tong told him in a text message to pack up and come to the Song family's old house to meet her.
After reading the text message, Lan Songqi frowned and replied,
"Did you get hit in the head by a car? Why did you ask me to go to the old house at this time? Do you want the Song family to suspect me?"
Ya Tong replied, "I called you here because I have something important to discuss with you. The New Year is coming soon. You are my father, and no one else will think too much of it. You must rush to the Song family's old house in Sucheng this afternoon. You will be late at your own risk!"
Lan Songqi thought what Yatong said made some sense. After all, he was still the father of this bastard in name only. Why would he be afraid of seeing his own daughter?
And judging from Yatong's tone in the text message, it seemed that she really had something important to discuss with him.
So he drove to Sioux City that afternoon.
The old house of the Song family, Yatong's bedroom.
When Yatong saw the old thing that she hadn't seen for several months, she subconsciously retreated.
The pain she had endured was once again highlighted.
The pain, the harsh scolding, and the ruthless slaps made her hate the man in front of her.
Although I have been discharged from the hospital, I am still recovering and have been bedridden.
She was wearing pajamas and looked quite pale, with her hair hanging casually on her shoulders, and she deliberately exposed her white collarbone.
Because the collarbone was covered with purple marks left by Song Cheng yesterday.
Lan Songqi raised his eyes slightly and saw such traces.
A pitiful dark light reflected in the bottom of his eyes. Yatong quickly lowered her head and wrapped her collar tightly.
She pointed to the sofa opposite: "Sit down."
Lan Songqi still looked at her straight. His daughter, who was once regarded as the apple of his eye, was actually someone else's illegitimate child.
He frowned hard and looked at the ground, as if looking at her would dirty his eyes.
Yatong's fingers under the quilt had been squeezed into her palm angrily.
God knows how much she hates this perverted old thing. If possible, she really wants to cut this old thing into pieces with her own hands.
Lan Songqi has had a difficult few months since Yatong's mother committed suicide by jumping off a building.
He was criticized and scolded in Hecheng, but that was not the point.
Most importantly, he had no outlet for his anger. He could only torture himself and get drunk every day. He could hardly sleep every night. His head was covered in white hair and his forehead was covered in wrinkles.
He looked at Yatong and found that she had gained a lot of weight. A sneer of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It seems that you have been living well these days, feeling very comfortable?"
In the Song family, Ya Tong was not afraid of him at all. She hated him. The light in her eyes stung him like venom. She whispered, "How dare you! If you want to live a few more days, put away that wild and perverted face of yours!"
Lan Songqi was scolded by her and stared at her angrily, "Go to hell, you little bitch! How dare you talk to me like that?"
Yatong quickly pointed to the door.
“Keep your voice down, this is the Song family. Now I have been taken home by Uncle Song, and I will soon become the young lady of the Song family. If you dare to touch my finger again, will the Song family let you go?”
Lan Songqi relaxed his clenched fists a little and looked at her with some suspicion: "Did you capture Song Ling?"
Yatong pointed to her collarbone deliberately.
"Don't you see? Brother Ling and I grew up together. How could he forget me? He came back to me. He said he would divorce Liu Zhiyuan and marry me after the New Year! If you can't see that even when you're looking at me like this, then you're blind!"
After hearing her say this, Lan Songqi's anger was instantly suppressed.
He was a little overjoyed: "Did you really capture Song Ling?"
Yatong said deliberately,
"Is it fake? Otherwise, why can I live in the Song family's house?"
Lan Songqi once witnessed the deep affection between this bastard and Song Ling. At that time, Yatong was beaten into a vegetable by him, and he did not dare to tell Song Ling the truth.
He saw Song Ling frantically searching for Yatong. So, he did not doubt what Yatong said.
He did not retract his obscene gaze either.
He said in a deep voice,
"You silly girl, watch your attitude. We have an agreement. We are now a father and daughter. If you ignore me, I will tell him everything I have done for you. I want to see if you are afraid that Song Ling will know what you have done."
Ya Tong glared at him fiercely.
"Keep your voice down. We are in the same situation now. When I marry into the Song family, you will naturally benefit."
Lan Songqi frowned.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. I have kept the evidence. If you try to destroy the bridge after crossing the river, I will expose you!"
There was a flash of panic in Yatong's eyes.
She underestimated this pervert, not expecting him to have a backup plan. However, she was not afraid at all.
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