"I'm sorry." Xu Qingran lowered her head dejectedly, tears welling up in her eyes, her nose stinging. "But you don't need to give me the jade pendant. It was specially made for you by your mother."
Song Qingyou didn't reach out to take it: "No need, let's pawn this jade pendant and get some money for Song Ning's surgery."
Xu Qingran froze: "...You know?"
It turns out she knew everything.
Xu Qingran finally learned the reason why he had been avoiding her these past few days.
She didn't ask Song Qingyou why she pretended not to know or understand even though she knew Song Ning was sick. Xu Qingran could understand Song Qingyou. If she were Song Qingyou, abandoned by her mother, she would become a tool for revenge, only to find out in the end that things were not like that at all. Everyone in the Song family wanted her dead. Her mother and grandfather, whom she thought would love her, were just selfish people. One abandoned her, and the other wanted to strangle her.
Xu Qingran has long since gone mad.
Song Qingyou is truly strong inside, which makes Xu Qingran feel both sorry for her and helpless.
She had no right to ask Song Qingyou to visit Song Ning in the hospital, nor did she have any right to acknowledge her as her sister.
So she kept thinking about returning the jade pendant her mother had entrusted to her, hoping that Song Ning would know that Song Ning also loved her.
But now that she had actually returned the jade pendant to her and was face to face with Song Qingyou, Xu Qingran was all too clear that a broken mirror could not be mended, and the broken family ties could never be restored to their former state.
Song Nian was innocent back then, but her sister was just as innocent.
Xu Qingran's heart ached terribly, and she lowered her head, unable to look at Song Qingyou any longer: "Actually, Mom loves you..."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou smiled, her voice calm: "It's been over twenty years. If she truly loved me, she wouldn't have never come to see me. Like Song Yuan, my existence only reminds them of the unpleasant past. So they would rather I had never been born."
Xu Qingran wanted to retort, but a cool breeze blew by, and she realized she couldn't find a suitable word.
Song Qingyou said, "You don't need to feel guilty. These are all Song family feuds, and they have nothing to do with you."
"But you should also yearn for a mother's love, so..."
“I once longed for it.” Song Qingyou’s gaze was vacant, as if she were lost in memories. “But I don’t need it anymore.”
Xu Qingran was stunned.
Song Qingyou tilted her head and smiled: "Isn't it better to just pretend we don't exist, like before?"
A cool breeze was blowing, and Xu Qingran felt a chill creep up her feet. It was April, so why was it still so cold?
As Xu Qingran watched the vehicle disappear from her sight, the jade pendant in her hand felt like a scorching hot stone, impossible to pick up or put down.
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A black Maybach drives under the Jingchuan Bridge.
Song Qingyou sat in the car, gazing at the fleeting scenery outside the window, remaining quiet and not uttering a single word since getting in.
Fu Wenzhou's dark eyes were fixed on her, but he didn't say anything to disturb her.
After a long while, Song Qingyou finally spoke softly.
"Did you already know this?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened, and he remained silent.
Song Qingyou turned to look at him: "If you knew, why didn't you tell me?"
Fu Wenzhou spoke in a low voice, his gaze fixed on Song Qingyou's expression, carefully choosing his words: "I'm afraid you'll be unhappy."
More than anything, I was afraid of upsetting her.
My mother is not dead; she has been living in the capital, but I have never wanted to see her.
This made it incredibly difficult for her to live in the Song family, burdened by the hatred of her entire family.
Fu Wenzhou was heartbroken when he learned the truth.
His grapefruit is so good, why don't those people appreciate it at all?
Fu Wenzhou had his own agenda; he didn't want Song Qingyou to contact Song Ning and Xu Qingran again, so he didn't plan to tell her about it. But he didn't expect Xu Qingran to be so persistent.
Fu Wenzhou frowned, his face grim. He should have dealt with her sooner.
Song Qingyou could tell what he was thinking just by looking at him. She pursed her lips and said, "This is a society governed by law. Don't think about useless things."
"Okay," Fu Wenzhou replied obediently, "I understand."
Song Qingyou took Fu Wenzhou's hand and intertwined their fingers: "Actually, I don't feel anything, just a little sad."
Fu Wenzhou lowered his head and kissed her hair, his eyes overflowing with tenderness: "I love you, Youyou, I love you, I love you, I love you..."
Every word the man uttered struck the deepest part of Song Qingyou's heart. After learning that Song Ning had remarried, the empty corner of her heart was filled again by these words, "I love you."
Song Qingyou suddenly felt completely relieved; it wasn't a big deal.
She also has Fu Wenzhou.
She's not greedy at all; she doesn't need that much love.
Because Fu Wenzhou's love was so abundant, so abundant that it filled her entire heart.
Song Qingyou looked up, staring intently at the man's jawline, and couldn't help but reach out to touch it: "Song Ning is sick, late-stage cancer, surgery next month."
Fu Wenzhou twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers and asked, "Are you going?"
Song Qingyou shook her head: "I'm not going."
Then, after thinking for a moment, he added, "There's no need for that."
Fu Wenzhou respected Song Qingyou's opinions and chuckled softly upon hearing this, "I think so too."
Song Qingyou's only memory of Song Ning was the photo in her home that Song Wei had cut up. When she was little, she prayed every day that Song Ning could become an angel and appear in her dreams. She missed her mother so much.
As she grew older, she realized that she had to rely on herself for everything, and that asking for anything was useless.
It slowly grew into a cold-hearted heart.
Song Qingyou closed her eyes, forcing herself not to recall the past.
When she most longed to see Song Ning, Song Ning didn't appear. Now, time has passed, things have changed, and she is no longer the Song Qingyou who yearned for maternal love.
Song Qingyou suddenly realized, "Everything has an expiration date. Once that date has passed, it becomes meaningless."
“Wrong.” Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow, lifted Song Qingyou’s chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him, his voice lazy: “My love for you has no expiration date.”
Song Qingyou chuckled: "Why do you have to compare everything?"
Fu Wenzhou scoffed, "So what? Is there anyone in this world who loves you more than I do?"
Song Qingyou smiled and echoed him, "Yeah, that's all. You love me the most."
"Anything else?" Fu Wenzhou pressed on, unwilling to give up.
Song Qingyou's ears turned slightly red, and she coughed lightly, saying, "I love you the most too."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes suddenly deepened, his gaze dark and intense. Song Qingyou instinctively tried to dodge, but he grabbed her and pressed her down. The next second, his thin lips pressed against hers.
Song Qingyou had kissed him many times, but rarely had they been this passionate.
The two of them were like madmen, frantically demanding from each other, their kisses producing wet sounds.
Fu Nan, listening from the front, blushed deeply. He silently lowered the partition and focused intently on driving, fearing that a pothole might suddenly appear ahead and spoil his boss's good time.
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