Song Yuan's face turned pale with anger. "You unfilial son, you wretched child! I should have smothered you to death in your swaddling clothes! The entire Song family belongs to me, Song Yuan. What are you? How dare you kick me out? What a joke!"
Seeing Song Qingyou being scolded, Song Wei was overjoyed. Now that Song Qingyou had completely broken ties with the Song family, she would finally be the only Song family heiress left.
As for Song Qingyou, the good-for-nothing who was kicked out was less than an ant in the capital.
She really wanted to laugh, but given the current atmosphere, she forced herself to suppress it and even made a tearful expression.
"Little sister, why do you have to argue with Dad? If you just abandon Fu Wenzhou and go back to the Song family, I believe Dad will forgive you." This was completely sarcastic and deliberately meant to smear her.
Song Qingyou casually raised her eyes: "Don't call me sister, it disgusts me."
Song Wei's expression changed, and she said angrily, "You!"
"Don't forget the 500 million tonight," Song Qingyou said coolly, then left the ward, not wanting to stay a second longer.
Even the air in this hospital room made her feel nauseous.
Song Wei glared fiercely at Song Qingyou's back, when Song Yuan's questioning voice came from behind her: "What did she say about five hundred million?"
"It was just a joke." Song Wei turned her head and weakly wiped away non-existent tears. "Dad, are you really going to kick my sister out of the house?"
Song Yuan stared at his arm; he couldn't swallow this insult no matter what.
He couldn't handle Fu Wenzhou, but crushing Song Qingyou was easier than crushing an ant.
Outside the ward.
Fu Wenzhou leaned against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it.
Seeing her come out, he quickly threw the unlit cigarette into the trash can and walked briskly towards Song Qingyou.
Song Chang was right next to him, and silently withdrew the step he had just taken.
"You..." Fu Wenzhou had barely opened his mouth when Song Qingyou swept past him without even glancing at him.
Fu Wenzhou's heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his lips gradually faded. He chased after him, "Did Song Yuan do something to you? I knew I couldn't leave you there alone! He really doesn't learn his lesson. Ha, it seems this lesson wasn't lenient enough. I..."
"What's wrong with you?" Song Qingyou's back was thin but straight. She stopped and turned to look at him. "Are you planning to cripple his legs with a hammer or run him over with your car and go to jail?"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes darkened, and his voice was deep, cold, and hoarse: "A man like Song Yuan will only be honest when he's dead."
Song Qingyou almost laughed in anger, and said coldly, "So, you really want to be a murderer."
Fu Wenzhou remained silent.
When he hit Song Yuan with his car, he did have a moment of crazy thoughts.
"I'm not that stupid. I won't do it myself. I'll just make it look like an accident..."
“Fu Wenzhou!” Song Qingyou suddenly interrupted.
Fu Wenzhou's dark eyes locked onto Song Qingyou, and he called out in a hoarse voice, "Youyou..."
"Don't call me Youyou." Song Qingyou took a deep breath, her voice trembling: "I really didn't expect you to have such great abilities. The capital is a place that values the rule of law. Do you think you can cover up everything just because you killed someone? So many people are eyeing your dirt and wish they could bring you down. The way you treated Zhang Song before, that's how others will treat you."
Song Qingyou looked at him: "I thought you were just crazy, but I didn't expect you to be not only crazy, but also an idiot."
The disappointment in her eyes stung Fu Wenzhou deeply. He opened his mouth to explain, but ultimately said nothing.
Only after Song Qingyou and Song Chang left together and disappeared from his sight did he slam his fist into the wall, so hard that blood seeped from his knuckles.
Watching the direction she left in, Fu Wenzhou clenched his fists tightly, his eyes turning bloodshot.
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Song Qingyou started coughing as soon as she got in the car, one cough after another, seemingly without end.
Song Chang anxiously found the medicine: "Please take the medicine first."
Song Qingyou tilted her head back and swallowed, but she still couldn't stop coughing, tears streaming down her face, her whole body trembling.
Song Chang could only watch anxiously from the sidelines. It took more than ten minutes for Song Qingyou to calm down a little.
She said in a hoarse voice, "Go back, Uncle Chang."
Song Changchao glanced at the hospital entrance and asked, "Aren't we waiting for CEO Fu?"
“No, we won’t wait,” Song Qingyou said.
Song Chang sighed: "Actually, Mr. Fu is only like this because he is worried about you. What you just said probably hurt him."
Song Qingyou covered her mouth and coughed a few more times, her face pale and frail as if she would fall over with a gust of wind: "He can be crazy, but he shouldn't have that thought. Uncle Chang, only if I treat him like this will he know that this will make me unhappy and he won't do it."
Song Chang said in a low voice, "I hope Mr. Fu can understand that you are doing this for his own good."
With a terrible headache, Song Qingyou slowly closed her eyelids.
She has plenty of ways to deal with Song Yuan; there's no need to resort to such extreme measures.
She didn't want to see blood on Fu Wenzhou's hands.
When she questioned him today, the look in his eyes frightened her.
In that instant, Song Qingyou believed that if she asked him to kill Song Yuan, Fu Wenzhou would immediately grab a knife.
Song Qingyou opened her eyes and scoffed, "Crazy."
Song Chang didn't hear clearly: "What did Miss say?"
"It's nothing, let's go home," Song Qingyou said calmly.
"good."
The hospital is not far from Wutong Apartment, about a half-hour drive.
After arriving home, Song Qingyou washed up and lay down on the rattan chair to rest. She was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night and went to bed. With Fu Wenzhou not by her side, her insomnia flared up again. She couldn't fall asleep as soon as she touched the bed and tossed and turned until the middle of the night before finally managing to fall asleep.
The next morning, she was woken up by a phone call from Qingning.
"Song Shi embezzled 500 million yuan in cash from the Song family. To fill this gap, he sent the core projects that the Song family would develop next to Qingning, but the requirement was that the funds must be in the account within a week after the signing. But we..."
Song Qingyou checked her text messages and, sure enough, saw that 500 million had been deposited into her account at 8 p.m. last night.
Her phone also had a series of missed calls, all from Song Wei.
She usually keeps her phone on silent when she sleeps, so she didn't hear: "What's wrong with us?"
The person in charge said with difficulty, "The money invested by SY has been used to invest in other projects. We only have 15 million in cash on hand right now, which is not enough to meet Song Shi's requirement of 500 million in investment."
Song Qingyou: "This 500 million will be transferred from my personal account."
"Huh?" The person in charge was stunned. Five hundred million in cash! The boss is really rich! He hurriedly said, "Okay, Mr. Song, then I'll schedule a time to sign the contract with Song Shi?"
"Um."
After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou rubbed her temples, got out of bed, washed up, and changed her clothes. She had an appointment with the doctor today and couldn't be late.
When the door opened, Song Qingyou was stunned.
Fu Wenzhou stood at the door wrapped in a coat, next to a trash can filled with cigarette butts.
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