Fu Wenzhou's eyes flashed with malice as he said, word by word, "Song Qingyou, you are mine, and you can only be mine!"
The car door slammed shut, and the interior fell silent again, though the faint smell of tobacco lingered in the cabin.
Song Qingyou's eyelashes trembled slightly; Fu Wenzhou's gaze towards her just now was disheveled and hurt.
My heart felt like it was being gnawed at, a dense, throbbing pain.
From the moment she was born, the length of her life was predetermined. She had to finish what she needed to do within her limited lifespan, and she had no time to respond to Fu Wenzhou's ardent and passionate love.
After a long while, Song Qingyou exhaled, and her phone suddenly rang.
Song Qingyou looked at the unfamiliar caller ID and answered the call.
"Song Qingyou, you bitch! If anything happens to Ting Shen, I'll never forgive you!"
The shrill voice on the other end of the line made Song Qingyou's eardrums ache. She frowned and asked, "What are you saying?"
Lin Niaoniao gritted her teeth and said, "Fu Wenzhou came to the Fu family early this morning and got into a fight with Ting Shen in front of Fu Changlin and Qin You. Do you dare to say that this has nothing to do with you? Everyone knows that Fu Wenzhou is your dog. You loosen the leash and he'll do whatever you tell him to do!"
Song Qingyou recalled Fu Wenzhou's words from earlier: "I'm not that naive."
She rubbed her temples: "Is Fu Tingshen seriously injured?"
Lin Niaoniao, who was initially furious, suddenly became wary upon hearing what sounded like a concerned remark: "What do you want? I'm warning you, you're already divorced, he doesn't need your fake compassion!"
Song Qingyou's voice was cold: "If he's about to die, remember to let me know so I can buy two wreaths and send them over in advance."
He hung up the phone before Lin Niaoniao could say anything, and blocked her number before she could call back.
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