Yun Nian stormed off to the living room, intending to confront Song Qingyou directly. But when he stood at the door and saw Song Qingyou sitting on the rattan chair on the balcony, staring blankly out the window, he suddenly couldn't bring himself to ask.
That figure looked so lonely and desolate, as if it were isolated from this time and space.
Yun Nian dared not go forward to disturb them any further and quietly closed the door.
Actually, Song Qingyou wasn't that sad; she was just lost in thought.
She was wondering what to do if the paternity test results proved that she was not Song Yuan's daughter and had no relation to him at all.
Song Qingyou always plans out the outcome before doing anything.
She doesn't do things she's not sure about.
So she had to consider the worst-case scenario: if she really had no relationship with Song Yuan, then whose daughter would she be with Song Ning? Did Song Yuan know about this? And what about her maternal grandfather? Did he know?
Song Qingyou actually admired Song Ning quite a bit. She really didn't know how the other woman could have ignored her father and daughter for twenty years. Even though they lived in the same city, she had never shown her face to them once, and even went so far as to change her name and abandon the identity of Song Ning.
Song Qingyou knew she could never do what Song Ning did.
So, as of now, she is not ready to meet Song Ning.
Song Qingyou has no plans to open this paternity test for the time being.
When Fu Wenzhou returned home that evening, he saw that the document on the coffee table in the living room showed no signs of being opened, clearly indicating that its owner had not touched it.
Fu Wenzhou paused for a few seconds, then walked over, picked up the lone document from the coffee table, and went upstairs.
The bedside lamp cast a faint glow in the bedroom. Song Qingyou lay on her side on the rattan chair, gazing blankly at the night outside the window. The moon shone through the glass window onto her face, making her already clear and beautiful features even more striking and exquisite.
She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't even notice the footsteps getting closer.
Fu Wenzhou bent down and draped a cashmere blanket over her, then placed a light kiss on the corner of her eye.
His voice sounded like it had been rolled in sand, rough and calloused: "It's cold at night, why are you wearing so little?"
Song Qingyou slowly turned her head, her eyes meeting his, and her heart skipped a beat: "I forgot."
I forgot to wear it.
Fu Wenzhou said with a helpless yet doting tone, "Sister, how come you forget everything?"
Song Qingyou lowered her eyes shyly: "It won't happen again next time."
Fu Wenzhou said, "I saw a document on the coffee table, so I just picked it up and took a look."
Song Qingyou was taken aback: "You opened it?"
Fu Wenzhou replied in a low voice, "Take it apart. A paternity test shows that you and Song Chen are not related by blood."
He simply blurted out what Song Qingyou had been thinking about all afternoon.
It doesn't seem so hard to accept?
Song Qingyou found herself completely unmoved, even feeling a little relieved.
It turns out she really had nothing to do with Song Yuan; she didn't have that scumbag's blood flowing in her veins.
Song Qingyou smiled slowly and said sincerely, "It's great."
Anyone's blood is better than Song Yuan's.
After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Do you think Song Yuan knows I'm not his daughter?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were dark, and his voice was deep: "I don't know. Or rather, I dare not and do not want to know."
Why do you say that?
Fu Wenzhou scoffed: "If he knew, how could he rightfully inherit the Song family's business? So even if he knew, he had to pretend he didn't. Back then, he had a big fight with Song Ning in the delivery room. Perhaps Song Ning told him about it to get revenge, which is why he had the idea of wanting Song Ning dead. Otherwise, if Song Ning wanted to divorce him and the child wasn't his, then everything he had painstakingly built up over the years would be ruined."
After a pause, Fu Wenzhou sneered, "So he had to kill Song Ning to silence her, but he didn't expect Song Ning to escape."
Song Qingyou frowned and asked, "Then why didn't he tell me about this when I went to the prison before?"
Fu Wenzhou squatted down beside her. He was tall, so even when he was squatting, he could look Song Qingyou in the eye. Hearing this, he said with a half-smile, "My silly sister, not telling you is the only way to get revenge on you."
"What?" Song Qingyou was stunned.
Fu Wenzhou said, "As long as you are his daughter, he will never be able to forgive what he did to you or what you experienced in your childhood. He wants you to always remember how miserable your life was in the Song family because of him."
Song Qingyou's expression darkened, and her tone turned cold: "You went too far back then."
This time it was Fu Wenzhou's turn to be stunned: "Didn't you say you didn't want me to do it...?"
Song Qingyou stood up expressionlessly: "A person like Song Yuan deserves to die."
“That’s true,” Fu Wenzhou agreed. His legs were a little numb from squatting for so long, and he chuckled softly behind him, “Sister, give me a hand.”
Song Qingyou stopped and turned around, looking at him with amusement: "Your leg is almost healed, yet you still need someone to help you. Are you that delicate, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Wenzhou remained calm, and his flirtatious remarks flowed freely: "I mainly want to hold my sister's hand."
Song Qingyou looked down at him leisurely: "Call me 'sister' a few more times."
Fu Wenzhou has never had any morals in this regard: "Sister, sister, sister, sister..."
His voice was deep and sexy, and every "sister" seemed to electrify Song Qingyou's eardrums.
With such a voice and that devastatingly handsome face, even Song Qingyou almost couldn't resist.
She lightly covered her lips, feigning a cough, but her slightly reddened ears betrayed her.
"You...how could you be like this..."
Because she was too thin-skinned, Song Qingyou couldn't say those embarrassing things like Fu Wenzhou without blushing.
He took two steps forward, gently raised his hand and grasped Fu Wenzhou's outstretched palm, trying to pull him up.
She was very weak, and her strength was like a tickle to Fu Wenzhou, providing absolutely no assistance.
But Fu Wenzhou remained silent, as if she had really pulled him up. As he stood up, he used some force with his wrist to pull her into his arms and wrapped her up behind him with one hand.
Song Qingyou was startled by his sudden action and gave him a reproachful look: "You can get up, can't you?"
Fu Wenzhou slightly lifted his eyelids: "Didn't I say that I want to hold my sister's hand, I want to hug my sister's waist, and I also crave my sister's body?"
Song Qingyou: "...Have you no shame!"
Fu Wenzhou chuckled, his voice tinged with a hint of cynicism: "I just need you, what's the point of having any shame?"
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