Zhou Jiuzhen suddenly strode up to her and coldly rebuked her, "Ling Huanwu, where did you run off to in the middle of the night? Do you know I've been looking for you all night? I even wanted to go to the Qin family to look for you this morning..."
Ling Huanwu stared at his furrowed brows and the reproachful look on his thin, sharp lips beneath his high, straight nose, which was still damp with sweat. She could no longer care that she was covered in sweat and dust, and threw herself into his arms in front of everyone.
The next moment, Zhou Jiuzhen froze, and the words of reproach he was about to say came to an abrupt halt.
"Zhou Jiuzhen, don't you secretly want to hug me? I want to hug you too!"
The woman's sweet voice, like summer rain coated with white sugar, instantly extinguished Zhou Jiuzhen's original anger.
It was as if the two could only feel each other's breath and heartbeat; the surrounding sounds gradually faded away, and only the two of them remained in the world...
*
The Ling family's small Western-style house.
Last night, Ling's father called his lawyer to come over early this morning to draft a will, deciding to leave the house and everything inside to Song Yaoyao.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the lawyer arrived at the door with a briefcase and repeatedly asked Mr. and Mrs. Ling whether they had really decided to leave the property to their adopted daughter, Song Yaoyao.
Without hesitation, Ling's parents immediately signed the will.
After all, over the past few years, they had watched Ling Huanwu frame Song Yaoyao time and time again, and they were utterly disappointed in their biological daughter.
This time, they even went so far as to sever ties with their family.
All they did was make her take Song Yaoyao's place at the Qin family and suffer for a few days, right?
If they send Song Yaoyao to the Qin family to apologize, what will people around them say about them being ungrateful for sending away their benefactor's daughter?
But Ling Huanwu couldn't understand them and didn't treat them like her parents.
Then they don't want their own daughter anymore.
Looking at the brand-new will, knowing that everything in this family belonged to her, Song Yaoyao could no longer hide her excitement and covered her lips to laugh out loud.
Now that the house belongs to her, all the treasures in the basement are hers too!
After the lawyer left, she eagerly grabbed the snakeskin bag and followed Mr. and Mrs. Ling to the basement door.
Just a second ago, Ling's father was saying, "My dear daughter, pick one or two things to sell first, and come back for more if you need more later."
The next second, the moment the basement door opened, the three people at the door froze, dumbfounded.
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