Now that things have come to this, keeping it a secret would only add to the boring mystery. While Xia Hua remained silent, Ruan Chengzhi spoke up: "That was made by your mother and me, Ruan Ruan."
“Because if we work at Song Xijun’s house, your mother will be the nanny and I will be the driver, and there will be no time to prepare. That’s why we chose to resign and we don’t need to ask for leave anymore.”
Because... even if the employer survives this ordeal, he won't live either.
Just thinking about this made Ruan Qingan's heart sink to the bottom, while Ruan Chengzhi continued, "After we prepared our things, we returned to Song Xijun's house under the pretext of dealing with our belongings after resigning."
“Because I work as a driver, I lied to Song Xijun’s father and went to the garage. I told him that while I was driving, I found something wrong with the car and it needed to be repaired. Then, I removed the jack.”
On the day the Song family's incident occurred, every place previously shrouded in mystery gradually came to light...
Ruan Qingan narrowed his eyes slightly: "So, during the fire, Song Xijun's father couldn't escape because his leg was crushed, is that right?"
Ruan Chengzhi nodded slightly, while Xia Hua said, "As for me, I was in charge of preparing for the fire under the pretext of sorting out my belongings at the Song family's house. After doing all that, your father and I left."
What followed was what Xia Hua had mentioned before, which was also Song Xijun's life—the Song family fire, the death of both parents, being sponsored to come to the Ruan family, having her inheritance stolen... and the future destroyed by the original owner.
Song Xijun's mother probably never imagined that what she thought was a childhood friend was actually a ghost dragging the Song family down to hell.
Everything connected at this moment. No wonder that later in the original story, Song Xijun suddenly took swift and decisive revenge on Xia Hua and Ruan Chengzhi. He might not know the truth, but he certainly knew they had something going on...
Once they arrived, Xia Hua had already told everyone everything, while Ruan Qing'an simply sat silently on the sofa.
Xia Hua held Ruan Qing'an's hand tightly: "Ruan Ruan, this is the reason why your mother told you that you can't be with Song Xijun. Do you understand?"
"If your parents hadn't made the right decision, how could you have such a good life now, right? Ruan Ruan, you know about Song Xijun's mother now, right? Listen to your mother's advice, break up with Song Xijun. Marriage is your greatest treasure!"
No matter how much Xia Hua said, Ruan Qing'an simply stood up in silence, turned around, and walked towards the bedroom.
Seeing this, Xia Hua suddenly stood up: "Ruan Qing'an, did you hear me? I've told you everything I can, don't be so stubborn!"
"...Let me have some peace and quiet, Mom."
As Ruan Qingan spoke, he closed the bedroom door.
Xia Hua gave a wink, and Ruan Chengzhi immediately stepped forward, pounding on Ruan Qing'an's door. His rough voice tried to soothe her: "Ruan Ruan, think it over carefully. Your parents won't hurt you. We're all doing this for your own good."
"Don't tell Song Xijun about this. Even though so many years have passed and he can't find anything out, it's better to avoid trouble. Just remember to be careful around him."
Meanwhile, in the bedroom.
Ruan Qing'an was sitting on the bed, taking out the bugging device from his pocket. He must have received the news last night when he parted ways with Song Xijun at the hotel and prepared it.
037: [Um, ancestor, should we quickly distance ourselves from Xia Hua and the others, and show our loyalty to the male lead?]
"Little system, if the Three Thousand Dimensions Administration Bureau had a mission to be a lackey, you would definitely be more professional than me."
Ruan Qing'an chuckled, casually tossed the bugging device on the ground, and then—stepped on it. The red dot that was working flickered a few times before it completely broke down.
【Aaaaaah, what are you doing, ancestor?!】
"Can't you tell that I'm making Song Xijun misunderstand me?"
Ruan Qing'an shrugged, his face seemingly calm, but his leaden eyes held a thoughtful look. After all, this happened many years ago, and even if there was evidence, it would be difficult to find.
037: [Are you about to start a detective story, my ancestor?]
"I am just an ordinary and frail female student."
Oh dear...
Downstairs in the upscale residential area, a tall and slender young man was leaning against the wall. Only after the bugging device lost contact did Song Xijun take off the earpiece.
He lowered his head, his dark eyes almost bloodshot, and intense hatred surged within him like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing him.
Song Xijun covered half of his face with his long, slender hand, his expression almost distorted. He thought he was a demon crawling out of hell, but he never expected that there was someone far more evil than him.
"Is it right to easily ruin someone else's life just because of jealousy?"
Song Xijun's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a cold sarcasm. The warm summer breeze blew by, but it couldn't dispel the chill in his heart. He didn't know how long he had been standing there before he finally straightened up.
The phone also contained the audio files that had been secretly listened to.
"Unfortunately, this cannot be used as evidence."
Song Xijun let out a soft breath, turned around and walked towards the hotel. Xia Hua wouldn't let Ruan Qing'an tell him, probably because she still wanted to use him.
He chuckled softly, then left the residential area.
...
It wasn't until evening that Nguyen Thanh An came out of his bedroom, where the nanny had already prepared dinner, and Xia Hua and Nguyen Tseung-chi were waiting in the living room.
As soon as Ruan Qing'an came out, Xia Hua immediately stepped forward: "Ruan Ruan, you've finally decided to come out. Come and have dinner."
"No, I'll go find Song Xijun."
Just as Ruan Qing'an was about to walk around, Xia Hua reached out and grabbed her: "Ruan Ruan, you must remember, we are family."
"..."
She paused, her leaden eyes looking at Xia Hua, and finally smiled: "I know, Mom, I will make the right choice, don't worry."
"So now, can I call him home for dinner?"
"Yes, yes, look at what you're saying, Ruan Ruan."
Hearing this, Xia Hua naturally felt that Ruan Qing'an understood her meaning, and quickly let go of her hand: "Remember to break up with him on the way, understand?"
Okay, I understand.
Nguyen Thanh An smiled broadly—sending those who have made mistakes to jail, who can say it's not the right choice?
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