Song Huihai took a step back in disbelief. "Inheritance? I'm not dead yet. I'm only in my fifties, and you're already thinking about my inheritance? Yatong, I really can't see such ambition hidden under your delicate face. You want an inheritance, are you starting to think about my inheritance?"
Ya Tong raised her tearful eyes, looked at his face, and collapsed: "I am your daughter, shouldn't I share your inheritance? Or, have you never treated me as your own daughter? You have never been fair to me! I hate you, I hate you!"
Song Huihai stumbled back a step and bumped into the bedside table. He really wanted to be nice to her and make up for her. Unexpectedly, the response he got was, "I hate you."
Ya Tong suddenly propped herself up and stood up. She wiped her tears, a murderous look flashing in her eyes. She said coldly, "You ask me why I am so shameless? Actually, you forced me to do it. If you were a little fair to me, I wouldn't force you to death!"
Song Huihai's hands drooped weakly, as if he had been severely hit. He said in a low voice, "Child, you must have a conscience. You must have a conscience!"
Ya Tong sneered, "Conscience? What's the use of conscience? I used to be very simple and kind. But what's the use? I still suffered so much injustice. Now I don't want a conscience, I just want the inheritance, I just want the inheritance!"
A trace of panic flashed across Song Huihai's sad eyes: "What do you want? Do you still want to kill me?"
Ya Tong laughed even crazier, "Of course I want to kill you! I hope you die quietly so that you won't die in such pain. But you are too smart, so you can only die in pain!"
Her eyes looked coldly behind him, and Song Huihai suddenly turned around.
He didn't know when Song Cheng appeared behind him, his face gloomy and scary, holding a baseball bat in his hand, staring at him with a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.
Before Song Huihai could react, Song Cheng hit him with a stick.
Song Huihai blocked it with his hand, but Song Cheng was very strong and he was hit.
The pain in his arm reminded him. He dodged to the side and shook his head in surprise: "Song Cheng, are you going to kill me too? You want to kill me too?"
The bloodthirsty dark light in Song Cheng's eyes surged, as if it was about to burst through his eyes. He curled the corners of his lips coldly, "Shouldn't I kill you? You know how you treated me over the years. Don't you deserve to die?"
His face was like Yama, approaching Song Huihai little by little.
Song Huihai lowered his eyes and cried bitterly, "Killing is against the law, aren't you afraid?"
Song Cheng's eyes flashed with sinisterness, "Who knew you were killed? In an hour, this place will be reduced to ashes, including your body. Song Ling, that bastard, won't find out. In the end, all they'll find is a disfigured corpse..."
Since he had made up his mind, he wouldn't turn back. Since he had considered this move, he also knew it might fail. So he was ready to burn his boats.
He would kill the old man and then burn the place. After burning the old man's body, even if Song Ling suspected something, he would have no evidence.
At that time, he could sit in the Song family manor and relax.
Song Huihai stared at Song Cheng in a very strange way. He couldn't believe that the cowardly Song Cheng could have such a cruel side. The blazing fire in his eyes seemed to indicate a deep-seated hatred for him.
But in fact he is his father, the father who raised him for so many years.
Why is he so angry?
Song Cheng walked step by step, like an executioner, with a cruel and dark light in his eyes.
Song Huihai shook his head painfully.
"Xiao Cheng, calm down. Don't do anything illegal. Haven't I been good to you all these years? You always get into trouble and squander the family's money, and I help you clean up all your messes. Yes, I called you disappointing and blamed you.
But I hope you can do something, I hope you can improve. I never gave up on you..."
Song Cheng sneered, his face full of disdain.
Just as Song Cheng was about to hit Song Huihai on the head with a baseball bat, he said seriously, "Song Cheng! Don't be impulsive. Even though I know you are not my biological son, I don't want you to do anything illegal!"
Song Cheng froze. He hadn't expected the old man to have known this secret for a long time. Subconsciously, he looked at Xiang Yatong.
Yatong's face turned pale and she retreated to a corner. If she really wanted to watch her father die before her eyes, she would need some courage.
She quickly shook her head, "It's not me. It has nothing to do with me. I never told him this secret."
Song Cheng frowned and shook his head. However, this secret was no longer important. After Song Huihai's death, who cared whether he was a child of the Song family?
Now, killing him is the most important thing!
He raised the baseball bat again maliciously: "Go to hell, old man! After knowing this secret, you deserve to die sooner!"
The panic in Song Huihai's eyes faded, replaced by despair and pain. "Xiao Cheng, you are so heartless. I am so disappointed."
Just when Song Cheng thought he would succeed, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the bedroom door.
Then, Yatong was horrified to find someone rushing in.
And, more than one.
The first one to rush in was a man in camouflage uniform, followed by another man who suffocated him.
The leading bodyguard rushed forward and kicked the baseball bat out of Song Cheng's hand.
Song Ling approached with a strong chill. He approached, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes, as deep as a clear pond, exuded a cold aura.
The next second, a sharp cold light reflected from the bottom of his eyes and shot towards Song Cheng.
Yatong was completely panicked and collapsed to the ground again. Why did Song Ling come?
How did he appear at this time?
"Why are you here?" A trace of panic flashed in Song Cheng's dark eyes, but after just a moment, the panic in his heart turned into frustration.
He still underestimated Song Ling's ability. Song Ling really had a clear understanding of the overall situation. He also grasped the overall situation at all times, and he lost.
I have endured humiliation for so many years, but this time I have completely lost.
When he decided to kill Song Huihai, he had already anticipated this outcome. Killing Song Huihai and tampering with his will was risky. This was his last resort at the end of this road. If he failed, he would die.
Song Huihai clenched his arms and sighed painfully. His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have aged several years in an instant.
Song Ling kept staring at Song Cheng, his eyes gloomy to the extreme.
About two minutes later, footsteps were heard downstairs again.
Then Yatong covered her lips and saw the lawyer being forcibly brought in by two bodyguards. She knelt on the ground and screamed.
This lawyer had worked with Song Huihai for many years, and his betrayal made Song Huihai's eyes flash with embarrassment.
The lawyer knelt on the ground in frustration and begged for mercy.
"Mr. Song, this is none of my business. It's really none of my business. The Second Young Master forced me to do this. It was the Second Young Master who forced me to do this. If I didn't help him, he would really kill me. Mr. Song, please show some mercy."
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