"If she didn't administer the drug, then who else could it be? I did."
Yao Xiangli thought that Song Xingwan had really told Huo Yunting about what happened back then, and panicked for a moment, hurriedly defending herself:
“Ah Ting, don’t believe Song Xingwan’s words. I’m sure she was the one who drugged you three years ago. Also, I didn’t tell her that our family was involved in the siege of the Song family, which brought them to the brink of bankruptcy in just one month. She heard it from somewhere herself, so it’s not my fault.”
"You mean, our Huo family was also involved in that matter?"
At that time, Huo Yunting had not yet taken over the affairs of the Huo Group and knew very little about the Song family's bankruptcy.
Upon hearing Yao Xiangli's words, he suddenly realized what was happening.
It turns out that the reason Song Xingwan refused to accept him was not because she had someone else in her heart, but because the Huo family had personally driven the Song family to the brink of ruin.
After hanging up the phone, Huo Yunting squatted down on the ground as if no one else was there, clutching his head in pain, his mind filled with the image of Song Xingwan crying uncontrollably when her parents died one after another.
God knows how much suffering Song Xingwan has endured over the past three years!
He, on the other hand, couldn't help in the slightest.
They even did such inhuman things to her.
In the end, it was I who let you down.
Huo Yunting was in extreme discomfort. He had originally planned to get up and go to the pharmacy to buy Song Xingwan some harmless medications like folic acid to get rid of the problem.
However, before he could regain his footing, his head sank, and he collapsed onto the road with a thud.
Bright red blood streamed down his face, but he seemed oblivious, focusing only on dialing Song Xingwan's number.
"Wanwan, I'm sorry."
"Um?"
Song Xingwan noticed that Huo Yunting's voice sounded off, but she had no time to think about anything else and just gave a perfunctory reply.
"Every bank card I kept under your pillow had your birthday as the PIN. All that I did before, I'm so sorry..."
Where are you?
Song Xingwan frowned slightly, struggled to sit up, and quietly waited for Huo Yunting's reply.
After waiting for a while, Huo Yunting still didn't reply, and a sense of panic suddenly arose in her heart.
However, Huo Yunting looks strong and very healthy, so there shouldn't be any accidents.
After pondering for a moment, Song Xingwan felt a little tired and decisively hung up the phone.
...
On the other side, Qin Beiming was extremely anxious at this moment.
He wanted to tell Ling Mo about Song Xingwan's current situation many times, but he didn't know where to begin.
Ling Mo glanced at Qin Beiming, who was frequently lost in thought, and reminded him in a deep voice:
"Third Master, don't get distracted while driving."
"Um."
Qin Beiming glanced at Ling Mo, who was engrossed in playing a game, and after hesitating for a long time, he ultimately decided not to tell her about Song Xingwan's current situation.
When the two of them arrived at the ski resort in the city center, Ling Mo had just changed into her ski clothes when Qin Beiming approached her and cautiously probed her:
"There's something I'd like to ask you."
Ling Mo tilted his head back, looking slightly puzzled, and asked:
"Third Master, what's wrong with you today? Why do you always look so preoccupied?"
"It's nothing serious. A close friend of mine is in some trouble and wanted to ask you what to do."
"Is there any problem in this world that you can't solve?"
Ling Mo chuckled. Although she didn't know Qin Beiming's background, she was certain that Qin Beiming was definitely more than just the eldest grandson of the Qin family.
Qin Beiming nodded and subtly looked away. "I was just using an analogy, don't take it personally."
"Just say what you want to say."
"Um."
Qin Beiming took a deep breath, paused briefly, and then began to recount the whole story in detail:
"If a man who really likes you mistakenly thinks you're going to leave him, and in his panic, forces himself on you to keep you, and afterwards feels remorseful and even plans to spend the rest of his life making up for what he did to you, do you think such a man deserves to be forgiven?"
"Third Master, I consider you a friend. You wouldn't have any other intentions towards me, would you?" Ling Mo stared at Qin Beiming warily, feeling that he was deliberately testing her bottom line.
"Don't misunderstand. I'm just using an analogy. I'm not that kind of person," Qin Beiming explained earnestly.
He did have some affection for Ling Mo, but he remained rational. He figured that under no circumstances would he force her.
Ling Mo could sense Qin Beiming's unusual behavior, which made her even more suspicious of his feelings for her. So she softly asked him in return:
"Third Master, you shouldn't be asking me this. You should ask yourself, do you think this kind of scumbag deserves to be forgiven?"
Qin Beiming pursed his lips. He knew in his heart that Huo Yunting's behavior did not deserve forgiveness at all.
It should be noted that, strictly speaking, Huo Yunting's actions could be grounds for sentencing and conviction.
Seeing that Qin Beiming's expression was becoming increasingly serious, and he didn't seem to be joking at all, Ling Mo thought it over carefully and finally gave his answer:
"First of all, no one can force me to do anything I don't want to do. However, if it really comes to that, I think I'll just cut you to death with a pair of scissors."
"No. Do I look like that kind of unreliable person?"
Qin Beiming rubbed his forehead, realizing that no matter how he tried to explain, he couldn't make it clear.
Ling Mo remained noncommittal, focusing instead on adjusting the elastic band of his ski goggles.
After putting on her ski goggles, she noticed that Qin Beiming was still absent-minded and suddenly realized that the close friend Qin Beiming mentioned was very likely Huo Yunting.
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