It doesn't matter much?
Song Qingyou was too lazy to expose him.
Song Ning's illness was mostly due to stagnation of qi and blood. Although she did not undergo surgery in the end, she still had about six months to live.
Xu Qingran's death was caused by a combination of her accident and verbal abuse, which led her to vomit blood.
However, none of that matters. Song Qingyou doesn't consider herself a very kind person. Given how Song Ning treated her, she doesn't have much of a mother-daughter bond with Song Ning.
Why should she waste her feelings and time on someone who doesn't love her?
Upon hearing the news of Song Ning's death, she felt only some sighs and surprise, not even a trace of sadness. She felt that it was all a matter of cause and effect.
Song Qingyou turned around and nestled in his arms, whispering, "Let's bury her. After all, she's a member of the Song family."
She said she was from the Song family, but didn't say she was her mother.
Fu Wenzhou paused for a moment and said, "Hmm, you'll handle it personally?"
Song Qingyou hummed in agreement: "It's only right for the Song family. My maternal grandfather loved this daughter very much when he was alive. Moreover, Song Ning is the only daughter in this branch of the Song family. After her death, her memorial tablet and plaque will still be placed in the Song family ancestral hall. However, we shouldn't hold a big celebration. After all, she is already considered a 'dead person' in the public eye."
Fu Wenzhou understood what she meant and agreed.
"Go to sleep." Song Qingyou closed her eyes, utterly exhausted. "If you don't sleep now, it will be dawn."
Fu Wenzhou held her in his arms and said softly, "Youyou, get some sleep."
She slept straight through until 10:30 a.m., a rare good night's sleep for Song Qingyou after so many days. Despite not sleeping a wink all night, she was miraculously sound asleep.
She blinked, then belatedly looked down and realized that Fu Wenzhou was still massaging her.
Song Qingyou paused, her reaction a little slow, her tone becoming hesitant: "How long did you massage me? Are your hands sore?"
Fu Wenzhou sat up straight, changed his posture, and pulled the person into his arms, humming, "It's not sour."
Before he could finish speaking, his lips parted Song Qingyou's lips, wanting to kiss her.
Song Qingyou quickly turned her head away, saying, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"
Fu Wenzhou's kiss failed, and he said with dissatisfaction, "I don't mind."
Song Qingyou: "I despise myself."
Fu Wenzhou snorted, buried his head in Song Qingyou's neck, pecking and nuzzling, and even sniffing at her scent.
Song Qingyou felt ticklish from his rubbing and tried to dodge back, but Fu Wenzhou held her firmly, preventing her from moving.
She patted the large dog on her body, somewhat amused and exasperated, saying, "Stop rubbing against me, Fu Zhouzhou."
Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on them: "You just called me Zhouzhou."
"Hmm." Song Qingyou smiled at him, "Little Zhouzhou, can you let go of me now?"
It's almost 11 o'clock, and she hasn't washed up yet. She still has to go to the hospital later.
Fu Wenzhou reluctantly let go of her hand, but still followed behind her, sticking to her wherever she went.
After washing up, Song Qingyou made a phone call to Jiang Xun.
After learning that everything was going smoothly on the project side, she felt a little relieved and prepared to go to the hospital with Fu Wenzhou after lunch.
Xu Qingran has regained consciousness. Although she is still in the ICU, she is at least able to express some of her needs simply.
Visits to the ICU are only allowed once a day. Xu Qingran has no relatives or friends. Song Qingyou went in once, but the other person was asleep. She took a look, got a general idea of the situation, and left in less than five minutes.
Afterwards, she went to the hospital morgue with Fu Wenzhou, where Song Ning's body was temporarily stored.
Song Qingyou didn't plan to hold a big ceremony. She simply had the crematorium staff come and take Song Ning's body to be cremated. The ceremony was even held at the crematorium, and no relatives or friends came.
Song Qingyou handled the entire process by herself.
After the ceremony, Song Qingyou held Song Ning's ashes and buried her in the empty cemetery where she should have been lying.
After the coffin was closed, Song Qingyou stood in the wind and looked at the photo on Song Ning's tombstone, saying, "Fu Wenzhou, go wait for me in the car."
Fu Wenzhou glanced at her, and although he was worried, he didn't say anything and turned to leave the cemetery.
Song Qingyou stood there in the wind, gazing at Song Ning's tombstone, for a long time.
She didn't say a word. At that moment, it seemed that all the resentment, dissatisfaction, unwillingness, and even the meager amount of kinship she had felt in the past had vanished with the wind.
She and Song Ning could never be mother and daughter.
Fu Wenzhou waited outside for nearly an hour before he finally saw Song Qingyou's slender figure.
He rushed over and hugged the person, his voice tense and worried: "It's windy today, why have you been alone for so long?"
The cemetery is surrounded by mountains and has no tall buildings. The cool wind blows freely, but fortunately the temperature is still relatively high today, so it is not cold despite the strong wind.
Song Qingyou slightly raised her eyelids, rested her head on Fu Wenzhou's chest, and slowly said, "It's just a bit of a surprise."
"Hmm?" Fu Wenzhou's eyes were full of heartache.
Song Qingyou said in a low voice, "That tombstone used to be empty, but it's not empty now."
"Good girl." Fu Wenzhou said, "Youyou, you're still here for me. I'll always be by your side."
Song Qingyou said slowly, "From now on, I will really be the only one left in the Song family, but it's okay, I still have you."
Fu Wenzhou has now truly become her sole source of emotional support.
Fu Wenzhou was afraid she would catch a cold if she continued to be exposed to the wind, so he carried her to the passenger seat and reached out to warm her up.
Song Qingyou grabbed his hand, laughing and crying at the same time, and said, "I'm not that delicate. Besides, it's already May. Everyone else has turned on the air conditioner, and you still have the heating on."
Fu Wenzhou frowned and said, "I'm afraid you'll be cold."
She's in very poor health and can't stand the slightest bit of cold. He was really worried she'd been exposed to the wind in the cemetery for so long today.
Song Qingyou wouldn't let him drive: "You're not allowed to drive."
Fu Wenzhou couldn't refuse her, and still worried, he took off his own clothes and covered Song Qingyou with them before turning around and getting into the driver's seat.
The two arrived at the hospital after 3 p.m.
Song Qingyou never expected to run into an uninvited guest at the hospital entrance.
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