Song Qingyou sat on a rattan chair on the balcony, propping her chin up with her hand and gazing calmly out the window.
“Your sister is very thoughtful, so you need to be more careful around her in the future. Be more cautious in everything you do. You are different from her. She grew up in a very stimulating environment and has developed a very sharp mind. I don’t expect you to be as capable as her. I will be happy if you can grow up safely and happily.”
"Okay, Mom."
"..."
The audio equipment on the coffee table is broadcasting the audio in real time.
Fu Bei stood aside. He considered himself to be a cold person who wouldn't react to anything, but the former heiress of the Song family still surprised him.
Yun Nian was here while preparing the medicine, and unlike Fu Bei, he was not calm at all. He angrily turned off the recording equipment: "Is she really your mother? I feel like she's your enemy."
Zhouzhou nestled in Song Qingyou's arms, barking and standing on end, seemingly also protesting for its owner.
On the contrary, Song Qingyou herself did not show much change in mood. She turned her head to look at Yun Nian and said, "I also want to say that she is not, but there is nothing I can do. I did a paternity test, and she is indeed my biological mother. However, that's all."
Yun Nian said angrily, "She doesn't deserve to be your mother at all."
Song Qingyou said calmly, "Don't be angry. There's nothing to be angry about. He's just a stranger."
Fu Bei, unusually so, asked, "What are your plans for the future?"
Song Qingyou said, "Have you finished doing what I asked you to do?"
“Well, Xu Qingran won’t be able to find her household registration when she goes back,” Fu Bei said. “The death certificate and the cancellation of her identity have already been completed. Now, in name, ‘Song Ning’ is completely dead.”
Song Qingyou nodded, then asked, "Is Song Ning still in the hospital?"
Fu Bei said, "Yes, Xu Qingran pawned the jade pendant before getting on the bus and used the money to pay for Song Ning's hospitalization for a month."
"Oh? Sold?"
"Yes."
Song Qingyou said, "How long can it last?"
Fu Bei thought for a moment and said, "I can probably hold on until the middle of next month. The surgery fee is enough, but the medications to maintain my body will cost tens of thousands of yuan every month. That money is not enough."
Song Qingyou said coldly, "I thought she really wasn't selling."
Yun Nian asked, puzzled, "What are you selling? What are you talking about?"
Song Qingyou said, "It's nothing. By the way, we're going to the Ruan family's place later."
Yun Nian responded with an "okay".
Before going to the Ruan family's house, Song Qingyou had called him before visiting Ruan Yinyin at the hospital, and he had agreed. Now that so much time has passed, Yun Nian had almost forgotten about it.
It was already afternoon when they arrived at the Ruan family's house.
Madam Ruan went out early in the morning to greet him. Her little grandson had suffered so much because of this illness since he was a child, and now that there was finally a glimmer of hope, how could she not be excited?
They tacitly avoided mentioning Ruan Yinyin's past grievances. When Old Madam Ruan saw Yun Nian, she couldn't stop smiling. If he could cure Song Qingyou's illness, then he could certainly cure her grandson's as well.
Ruan Zhi lived on the third floor. When Song Qingyou passed by the second floor, she noticed that a door was locked, and it was the old-fashioned kind of lock that was very difficult to open.
A question flashed through her mind, but she didn't ask any further questions after her gaze lingered on the lock for two seconds.
Madam Ruan personally led the people into the house and instructed the servants to prepare tea and snacks.
As soon as the door opened, Song Qingyou saw Ruan Zhi lying on the bed.
In just a few months, the child had become so thin, skin and bones, with legs thinner than an average person's arms.
He lay quietly on the bed, lifeless.
Song Qingyou frowned slightly. She remembered that the last time she came, Ruan Zhi was still playing and making noise in the yard. How did he suddenly become like this?
"Has the young master's condition suddenly worsened?" Song Qingyou asked.
Madam Ruan's expression was grave, and she finally sighed helplessly, "He ate something by mistake, and his condition suddenly worsened. Alas, the child is now having difficulty eating and is constantly crying out in pain..."
As she spoke, tears began to fall from Madam Ruan's eyes.
Song Qingyou suddenly remembered that Yan Miao had said that Ruan Yinyin had taken revenge on Ruan Zhi by feeding him something.
Could it be because of this?
But didn't they say they'd saved him?
Recalling the locked door she had passed on the second floor earlier, Song Qingyou had a vague idea of what was going on.
She changed the subject: "Let Yun Nian take a look first."
Madam Ruan quickly wiped away her tears: "Yes, yes, let the master take a look first. Our Xiaozhi is counting on the master to save his life."
Yun Nian stepped forward to take Ruan Zhi's pulse and then examined his physical condition. Her expression gradually became serious.
Seeing his pale face, Madam Ruan hurriedly asked with concern, "What's wrong? How is Xiao Zhi, Master?"
Yun Nian asked, "Did someone feed him snake venom?"
Madam Ruan froze: "You...how did you know?"
Yun Nian said, "He's in this state because of the snake venom. Although the venom has been cleared, the residual toxicity has eroded his body, making it difficult to cure him..."
"W-what?" Old Madam Ruan staggered and almost fell, but Song Qingyou caught her in time.
Yun Nian continued, "Although it's difficult to treat, it's not incurable. I'll prescribe two medicines for you. Have him take them twice a day, morning and evening, according to the prescriptions. The poison will be cleared in ten days. After that, he needs to recuperate. Once the snake venom is cleared, you can give him the other medicine."
Madam Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and she almost had a heart attack. She only dared to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard that it could be cured: "Can it be cured?"
Yun Nian nodded and said, "It's not difficult. You need to recuperate and keep taking the medicine. It should be fine after five or seven years."
"Thank you, Master." Old Madam Ruan said excitedly. As long as she could get better, what did five or seven years matter?
She thanked Song Qingyou, saying, "Qingyou, thank you."
Song Qingyou smiled politely but distantly: "Madam, you flatter me."
Madam Ruan wanted the two of them to stay for dinner, but Song Qingyou declined, as she planned to go out for a drink with Fu Wenzhou that evening.
After saying goodbye to Madam Ruan, Song Qingyou left the Ruan family's house. Unexpectedly, as she passed the second-floor staircase, several terrifying screams, like those of vengeful ghosts, suddenly came from inside.
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