Mu Tingyun's eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at the frail, slender hand on his shoulder. With a forced smile, he deliberately asked Mu Tingyun, "Uncle, have you found the whereabouts of Dr. Su Miao?"
Song Jingcheng showed a look of regret and loss, "Not yet."
Hearing this, Mu Tingyun said, "The world is so big, trying to find someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The hope is slim."
"Not to mention, the genius doctor Su Miao is very old and may have passed away long ago."
Mu Tingyun lamented hypocritically, "Uncle, I'm afraid your illness is incurable."
"Tingyun." Song Jingcheng tilted his head to look at his good nephew, and asked with a half-smile, "If my uncle died young, would you be sad for me?"
At this moment, the relationship between the uncle and nephew, which was walking on thin ice, was about to break.
Mu Tingyun turned around first and looked at the open space in front of the court without directly answering Song Jingcheng's question.
He evaded the main point and said, "Uncle, you are seriously ill and there is no tomorrow. But Shen He is still young."
"You keep Shen He by your side, letting everyone know about your relationship, and letting the world talk about the relationship between the three of us."
"If you really love her, how could you bear to expose her to such rumors?"
"Have you ever thought about how she would live if something unexpected happened to you in the future?"
"You're so selfish!"
"What you said sounds very reasonable." Song Jingcheng fully agreed with Mu Tingyun's statement, "It is indeed selfish of me to do this, and it will bring a lot of trouble to Chen He."
Mu Tingyun raised an eyebrow and was about to say something when he heard Song Jingcheng say, "But so what?"
Song Jingcheng smiled and said, "Only weak women without power would be hurt by rumors and gossip. But Chen He has never been a weak woman."
"She has her own career, a family that loves her, and friends who understand her."
"Also, I have made a will. After my death, Shen He will inherit my vast fortune and all my shares."
Without looking at Mu Tingyun's shocked expression, Song Jingcheng elegantly adjusted the position of his watch.
He chuckled softly and said in a sonorous voice, "If I'm alive, she will be the happiest woman in Qing City. If I die, she will be the richest woman in Qing City!"
"Who dares to bully her?"
Mu Tingyun's defense was immediately broken. He suddenly stood up and excitedly growled at Song Jingcheng: "Uncle, I think you are crazy!"
"How could you..."
The uproar all around made Mu Tingyun realize how outrageous his actions were.
He forced himself to regain his composure, sat back in his seat stiffly, and said in a hard tone: "Uncle, Shen He is neither your wife nor the mother of your child."
"You have no name or status, how can you give her all your inheritance?"
"Besides, would grandma agree with what you're doing?"
Song Jingcheng's eyes were cold and silent. He asked Mu Tingyun, "What are you angry about? Are you angry that I gave my inheritance to someone who has no blood relationship with me, or are you blaming me for not giving it to you?"
Mu Tingyun panicked and subconsciously explained: "Uncle, I didn't think so, it's just that Chen He..."
Song Jingcheng raised his right palm towards Mu Tingyun, too lazy to listen to his hypocritical words.
He solemnly told Mu Tingyun: "No matter who my inheritance is given to, it will not be your turn to inherit it."
"How can you, a filthy thing with Mu family blood in your veins, be worthy of being the heir to my estate?"
The word "dirty thing" that Song Jingcheng blurted out was sharper than any weapon in the world, and it easily injured Mu Tingyun to pieces.
"Uncle, do you think I'm dirty too?"
Mu Tingyun's face was ashen, but his eyes were broken.
His eyes instantly turned red, and he murmured heartbrokenly: "You are the person who loves me the most in this world. You once said that you would protect me forever."
"Uncle, do you also think I'm dirty?"
Mu Tingyun's world was shattered.
In this world, anyone can despise Mu Tingyun for being dirty, except Song Jingcheng.
After all, he has always regarded Song Jingcheng as his life idol.
When he was young, he was in an awkward situation in the Mu family and suffered from ridicule and sarcasm. In the Song family, he was not recognized. Only Song Jingcheng cared for him and loved him.
So Mu Tingyun never thought that one day he would hear the three words "dirty thing" from his uncle's mouth.
"Mu Tingyun, are you really so shameless as to think that you are some lovable little pitiful thing?"
Song Jingcheng's eyes revealed deep disappointment. His tone was light, but every word was filled with his chill towards Mu Tingyun: "You've been lying to me from the beginning."
"Let me ask you, did you approach Chen He to save your first love?"
Mu Tingyun was speechless.
He lowered his head weakly and said palely, "I was bewitched by a ghost and deceived by Qin Yinong..."
“That’s enough!”
Song Jingcheng interrupted Mu Tingyun's hypocritical speech and said, "There are no ghosts in this world. It's you who have the ghost in your heart."
"Chen He truly loved you, and even blocked a knife for you to save you. That knife almost cost her her life."
"She treats you so sincerely, but you still haven't given up your plan to use her to extend Qin Yinong's life." This has been confirmed in the previous life.
"You are so cruel to someone who truly loves you, let alone me."
"Mu Tingyun, I can only say that you are truly worthy of being a member of the Mu family."
After saying that, Song Jingcheng stood up first and walked to the first row and sat down with the help of Ma Kai.
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