Song Qingmo stood up and brushed off the dust on his body and the melon seed residue on his hands. His body was now in the hands of the man in black. Mu Hengshi's eyes were bloodshot and he roared loudly, "Give him back to me, otherwise I will make you pay."
Stephen spoke at the right time, his tone carrying a hint of amusement and sarcasm, "Mr. Mu, Mo Shang didn't forget that this is my territory, and now the body has been returned. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise I will sue you for trespassing."
Stephen continued, "By the way, regarding Mr. Song's belongings, I've already called the Song family and told them to sort them out. Now that Mr. Song is dead, and you have no legal or nominal relationship with him, please hand these things over. If you're trying to use your power to pressure me, I'm not going to let you down either."
"Why are you doing this? I don't remember ever having a conflict with you." Mu Hengshi was speaking to Stephen, but his eyes were fixed on Song Qingmo, who was lying on the bed. Song Qingmo's face was as pale as paper, and his lips had long since lost their color, but he didn't look scary. Instead, he looked like a sleeping angel, holy and divine. Song Qingmo wouldn't hate him like this...
Stephen broke Mu Hengshi's fantasy, "Of course I did all this according to Song Xiaoyou's instructions. You should know that he doesn't like you and hates you to death. Why bother hiding your pitiful self-esteem? You'd better leave, so as not to dirty the reincarnation path that sent Xiaoyou away."
Song Qingmo clapped his hands in admiration. It was great that Grandpa Stephen was his mouthpiece. He said everything he had been too lazy to say before. He really had never liked Mu Hengshi. Mu Hengshi had been so bad to him. Even though he married him later, it was out of responsibility. He also fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband. But he didn't expect that it was all a dream. He didn't have an affair after getting drunk. It was all Mu Hengshi who schemed against him.
He never thought that Mu Hengshi was such a flexible person. In order to avenge Wen Zhiling, he endured humiliation and tried to please him for more than a year. It was really unfair to him!
Even though he didn't know why he had inexplicably killed Wen Zhiling, he explained it to Mu Hengshi but he wouldn't listen. He was convinced that he had killed Wen Zhiling and wanted him to pay the price. They kept arguing with each other for three years. In the end, Wen Zhiling didn't die, but he still wouldn't let him go and made him do it. I can only listen to him for the rest of my life. It's really ridiculous, like he has a problem.
Speaking of this, Song Qingmo became angry. Mu Hengshi had hurt him so badly. After being reborn, he just wanted to match him with Wen Zhiling and had no intention of harming his family. He was just getting away with it. He was still hanging around in front of him. When he woke up... Forget it. He was more suitable to be a lazy guy. He didn't want to do anything that was against the will of heaven.
Even though his past life was so miserable, he still accomplished his life goal. Song Qingmo felt a little proud. As expected, nothing is difficult for those who set their minds to it. There is not a single part of his body that is useless. But there was still a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
Mu Hengshi was heartbroken when he saw Song Qingmo's body being taken away in his dream. Coupled with what Stephen said, at this moment, he seemed to be the Mu Hengshi in his dream, and the Mu Hengshi in his dream was him.
Song Qingmo really hated him so much that he didn't even want to leave any thoughts for him. Mu Hengshi was hit hard. His face was full of grievance, sadness, and he looked at Song Qingmo's body in despair. He wanted to rush over, hug Song Qingmo and ask him why he was like this? When the bodyguards stopped him outside the bed and didn't let him get close, he pushed hard, but still couldn't make them separate him from Song Qingmo. His head hurt again, but he was morbidly stubborn, "Song Qingmo, come here, come back to me, I was wrong, I will never bully you again, don't stay so far away from me, don't ignore me, okay?" But nothing he said could help. Those people separated Mu Hengshi and pushed Song Qingmo's body and bed to another place - the crematorium.
He began to turn his head and ask Stephen to stop. He could give his company to Stephen, but the condition was that he return Song Qingmo to him. By the time the secretary brought people over, it was too late.
Stephen refused any favorable terms offered by Mu Hengshi, believing he was already the richest man. After the Song Qingmo incident, he had come to terms with the impermanence of life and was content to live the rest of his life well. Even with his unbridled ambitions, he valued integrity and would not let his promises be broken.
"No," Mu Hengshi said, trying to grab the corner of Song Qingmo's clothes as he was about to enter the crematorium. He didn't know where he got the strength to push away the wall of people blocking him and rushed forward, but in the end he caught nothing. Mu Hengshi wanted to rush in and die with Song Qingmo. He ignored the pain of the fire and wanted to drill into the crematorium, but was stopped by the bodyguards. The bodyguards looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect this man to be so fearless and want to jump into the furnace.
"Let you go, let me go, get out, all of you get out, I want Song Qingmo, give him back to me..." Mu Hengshi knelt on the ground like a child with tears streaming down his face. He sat there without caring about his manners and cried heart-wrenchingly. His eyes were bloodshot and tears of blood were flowing out. He stared straight at the stove, but it seemed as if there were thousands of layers of mountains blocking the two of them, making it impossible for him to touch Song Qingmo.
Because of this stimulation, he remembered that he had clearly reminded himself, so why did it happen like this? Why was everything hindering him and Song Qingmo? "Why? Why!" Mu Hengshi's hair gradually began to turn white, and with the blood flowing from his eyes, he looked very terrifying, like a demon crawling out of hell. He was beaten to lose his memory, hypnotized, and misunderstood by others using instructions to misunderstand Song Qingmo too much... He regretted it so much, but what could he do? Song Qingmo was killed by himself... Mu Hengshi looked at his hands, which were burned by the flames and swollen and peeling. He had used these hands to abuse Song Qingmo many times. Regardless of the burnt flesh and blood on his hands, he slapped himself again and again with his burned palms.
Song Qingmo was stunned in the air. He didn't expect Mu Hengshi to fight so hard to snatch his body. He seemed to have suffered a huge blow. His hair turned white and he even shed tears of blood. He couldn't be hurt because he couldn't torture his body, but it wouldn't be like this... Song Qingmo didn't understand him. He didn't understand the equipment made by Mu Hengshi from the beginning. But it was too late to say anything now. Everything was wrong. Fortunately, he was reborn. He and Mu Hengshi would find their own destiny and would no longer waste each other's time like this.
In his previous life, the grudge between him and Mu Hengshi had been resolved. Even though he knew that Mu Hengshi still owed him a lot, he didn't want it. He paid it back, and that was it.
Mu Hengshi was exactly the same as himself in the dream, crying there. Unknowingly, it was already bright outside. Mu Hengshi had not yet recovered from the excruciating heart pain. He lowered his eyes and closed them. When he woke up, he touched his face and found that he was also in tears!
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