Song Qingyou applied for special visitation, and at this moment she and Song Yuan are sitting face to face.
Faced with Song Yuan's deliberately provocative and enraging words, Song Qingyou's face showed no extra expression.
She looked indifferent, pushed the documents in her hand towards him, and said succinctly, "Sign."
Song Yuan's expression gradually turned cold. His hands, handcuffed together, were unable to move, and he could only roar, "Song Qingyou! You bitch!"
"Quiet!" the prison guard immediately warned him.
Song Yuan's lips twitched incessantly, clearly furious, but he quickly calmed down and sat back down: "If you want me to sign, you'll have to get me out of this hellhole! Otherwise, you'll never get my shares in Song's!"
Song Qingyou was annoyed by Song Yuan's noise. She frowned slightly, coughed lightly a few times, covered her mouth, and after her breathing calmed down, she looked up at Song Yuan with a cold gaze: "Song Yuan, what right do you have to threaten me?"
Song Yuan was shocked that she would speak to him like that, and his chest heaved with anger. But given the current situation, he could only swallow his anger: "Youyou, no matter what, we are father and daughter. Can you bear to see your father spend the rest of his life in prison? You have my blood in you, and no matter what, blood ties cannot be changed."
Song Qingyou's expression was icy, and her tone was one of disgust: "Your blood makes me feel sick."
Song Yuan angrily said, "Song Qingyou! Don't push your luck! If you want me to sign, get me out of here first! Otherwise..."
"Song Yuan, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense." Song Qingyou glanced at him indifferently: "If you don't sign the share transfer agreement, I don't mind adding more charges to your case and re-suing you, turning your life imprisonment into a death sentence."
Song Yuan froze, his eyes blazing with murderous intent as he said fiercely, "Song Qingyou, are you determined to kill me?"
"Sign or not sign?" Song Qingyou asked.
Song Yuan gritted his teeth, stared at Song Qingyou with bloodshot eyes for several seconds, and finally picked up the pen on the table and signed his name.
After Song Qingyou finished signing, she expressionlessly took back the documents, neatly arranged them one by one, and put them back into the file folder. Just as she got up to leave, Song Yuan suddenly spoke—
"Visit your mother more often when you have time."
Song Qingyou suddenly turned around, her eyes sharp, staring straight at Song Yuan.
Song Yuan smiled, his eyes filled with malice.
After a few seconds of eye contact, Song Qingyou slowly looked away and turned to leave.
As she left the prison, a gust of wind blew in her face, and Song Qingyou closed her eyes.
Fu Bei opened his umbrella to shield her from the wind and helped her into the car.
Song Qingyou sat in the car, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window.
Song Qingyou felt a sense of surprise and doubt when Song Yuan suddenly mentioned Song Ning.
Once the seed of doubt is planted, it almost immediately grows into a towering tree.
Song Qingyou said coldly, "Go to Beixiang Cemetery."
Fu Bei turned the car around and drove in the opposite direction.
Two of Song Qingyou's closest relatives, her mother and maternal grandfather, are buried here permanently after their passing.
Song Qingyou got out of the car and said to Fu Bei, "Wait for me here."
Fu Bei nodded: "Okay."
Song Qingyou walked in alone; she hadn't been here for more than half a year.
In previous years, she would always choose a sunny and calm day when she came here, because that way she wouldn't feel lonely and sad.
People's moods improve when they encounter good weather.
Song Qingyou never met her mother, but her mother died because of her. If Song Ning hadn't had a difficult childbirth or gotten pregnant, perhaps she wouldn't have left so early.
Every time Song Qingyou came to the cemetery, she felt more guilty than sad when facing Song Ning.
When Song Qingyou's maternal grandfather was alive, he doted on her. Unfortunately, after Song Ning passed away, her grandfather was heartbroken, which caused his health to collapse. He watched helplessly as the Song family business was taken away, and the old man passed away a few years later, following his daughter.
Left behind was Song Qingyou, a young child, who struggled to make ends meet in the vast Song family home that should have belonged to her.
Song Ning and Song Zhi's tombs are connected.
As early as after Song Qingyou came of age, she changed the inscription on the tombstone from son-in-law and husband to daughter and granddaughter.
Song Qingyou bought two bouquets of flowers at the entrance of the cemetery. When she looked up at the sky, she smiled and said, "It's a very nice day."
She walked very slowly, her pace even slower than usual, but no matter how slow she was, she would eventually reach her destination.
Song Qingyou placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, then wiped the dust off the tombstone with a handkerchief. After talking to Song Zhi's grave for a while, she looked at Song Ning's tombstone.
The photo on the tombstone was personally chosen by Song Qingyou. It was the only photo Song Ning left behind, and the one that Song Wei had cut up.
Even Song Wei didn't know that the photo that Song Qingyou treasured was actually stolen from the tombstone and copied at a photo shop.
She then put the original photo back on the tombstone, while keeping the photocopy at home.
Song Qingyou slowly bent down, her fingers resting on the edge of the stone beneath the tombstone. Nowadays, to make it easier to place ashes, cemeteries have adopted interlocking tombs.
The tomb box can be opened by simply lifting it slightly at the edge with a tool.
Song Qingyou received the tools from the cemetery staff, but remained bent over and did not start using them.
Time passed second by second.
Song Qingyou finally moved; she slowly lifted the stone slab.
When she saw the well-preserved tomb box inside, Song Qingyou's fingertips trembled. She closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, there was no longer any hesitation on her face. With a flick of her fingertips, she gently opened the tomb box.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, dark clouds obscured the sun, and a cold wind blew past my ears.
Song Qingyou was suddenly stunned. She stared blankly at the empty box, her mind reeling like a storm.
She stood there stunned for a long time before gradually coming back to her senses.
Song Qingyou quickly put the tomb box back. As she turned around, she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain, she got up and walked quickly forward.
She had to go back, back to the prison, and ask Song Yuan what exactly was going on!
Fu Bei noticed that the pristine white dress was covered in dust and frowned.
"Fu Bei, back to prison!"
Song Qingyou's voice was urgent, and her expression was flustered.
Fu Bei drove much faster.
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