Song Ruhai lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and his emotions calmed down a little.
"Well, you've really grown wings and dare to fight me now."
"..."
Song Lingshan remained silent. She didn't really understand why it was okay for her father to beat her when she was a child, but now that she was fighting back, she would be condemned by society if word got out.
If you believe that your life was given to you by your parents, then whatever they do to you, it is perfectly justified, because they gave you life.
But this is unfair, since her parents brought her into this world without asking for her opinion.
If she truly had the right to choose, perhaps she wouldn't have come into this world.
After all, she has spent most of her 26 years in pain.
Seeing that his daughter remained silent, Song Ruhai suppressed his anger and gave her one last attempt to dissuade her.
"That pretty boy is only after your money. Do you really think he loves you? If you weren't my daughter, Song Ruhai, would he still be with you? You're over twenty years old, so shrewd in business, how come you can't see through this little thing?"
Song Lingshan suppressed her anger and earnestly explained to her father.
"Dad, he's not the kind of person you think he is. I've known him for so long, how could I not know? Shen Junze and I are completely different people. Does it have to be a marriage of equals? What era are we living in? Besides, our family isn't short of money. Why do we have to find someone of equal social standing?"
Song Ruhai, furious at her lack of self-respect, said, "Only a fool would complain about having too much money. There's no room for discussion. As long as I'm alive, I will not tolerate you being with that pretty boy."
Song Lingshan raised an eyebrow. "What if I insist?"
She had misunderstood Su Luo for three years; how could she let Su Luo slip through her fingers again?
This time, she will definitely not let the tragedy repeat itself.
Song Ruhai was so angry with his daughter that he slammed his hand on the table.
"Fine! If you insist on being with that pretty boy, then give me back all your company shares, all your houses and cars, bank cards, jewelry, and everything else. We'll cut ties!"
"From this day forward, you are no longer my daughter, Song Ruhai!"
Song Lingshan was stunned, never expecting her father to be so heartless.
In her heart, although her father was a bit strict and ruthless, she never thought that he would say something like severing ties with her just because she was pursuing her own happiness.
After a long pause, Song Lingshan managed a bitter smile.
"Fine, let's break it off then!"
As she spoke, Song Lingshan slammed her wallet on the table.
She raised her hand and took off her diamond earrings, her diamond-encrusted watch, and her coat, placing them neatly on the table.
Then he gave his father a deep look, turned and left the room.
After leaving the villa, Song Lingshan didn't drive her own car because her father said he wanted to take it back. Instead, she crossed the street and hailed a taxi.
Seeing that Song Lingshan looked very unwell, and that she wasn't even wearing a coat in this cold weather, only a thin white shirt, the driver asked in a low voice.
"Miss, where are you going?"
"..."
This question stumped Song Lingshan.
Where should she go?
I can't go back to the company, and I can't go back to my own place.
Oh, right, she wants to reconcile with Su Luo.
"Anning Community".
The driver readily replied, "Okay."
The car started slowly, and Song Lingshan turned her head blankly to look out the window. The blood-red sunset was hiding in the thick clouds, moving slowly.
My heart couldn't help but feel uneasy.
If she goes to Su Luo to reconcile, will Su Luo agree?
My father's words echoed in my ears.
"That pretty boy is only after your money. Do you really think he loves you? If you weren't my daughter, Song Ruhai, would he still be with you? You're over twenty years old, how can you not see through this?"
She previously thought Su Luo wasn't a vain or materialistic person because she was rich. She thought she would be a member of the Song family for life, living a life of luxury.
But now things are different; she really has nothing left.
A sudden heaviness settled in my chest.
Breathing became increasingly difficult.
Does she really care about her status as the heir to the Song family, her mansion, luxury cars, endless jewelry, and inexhaustible bank account balance...?
She definitely cares. She's human, not a god. How could she not like fame, fortune, and money?
But just now she really didn't hesitate at all. She was willing to give up money, fame, status, and even her father for Su Luo.
Song Lingshan sniffed and raised her hand to rub her slightly sore eyes.
Now that you've made your choice, don't be sad about what you've lost.
She still wanted to believe that Su Luo wouldn't dislike her, because she had asked Su Luo before.
If she ever becomes homeless, Sulo says he will take her in.
Buzz buzz buzz!
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
Song Lingshan took out her phone, glanced at the contact, and frowned unhappily. It was Ozawa Nami.
She never calls me unless she needs something.
Reluctantly, I answered the phone.
"Xiaoshan, where are you? Come back quickly, your father has fainted."
"What? I'll go back right away."
Song Lingshan hung up the phone and immediately told the driver to turn around and go back. Fortunately, they hadn't gone far and arrived home quickly.
By this time, the father had already been lifted into the ambulance on a stretcher.
Song Lingshan and Ozawa Nami got into the car and sat next to Song Ruhai.
Nurses and doctors began emergency treatment for Song Ruhai.
Song Lingshan looked at her father, whose eyes were closed, who was motionless, whose face was bluish-purple, and whose temples were graying, and her heart tightened slightly.
Even though she had just had a big fight with her father, she still wanted to sever ties.
But blood is thicker than water, and her heart was still aching, so she asked Nami Ozawa in a hoarse voice.
"What happened? Everything was fine just now!"
Nami Ozawa said helplessly.
"After you left, he overturned the table, smashed the study to pieces with a golf club, and then passed out."
"..."
Song Lingshan fell silent. Genetics is truly a fascinating thing.
She likes to smash things in the office when she gets angry; apparently, she takes after her father.
Wasn't it his own idea to sever ties?
If you don't want to sever ties, then don't bring it up.
On the way, Song Lingshan thought about many things. Although her relationship with her father was not as harmonious as that of ordinary fathers and daughters, there was still some affection between them.
Of course, she didn't want anything to really happen to her father.
We arrived at the hospital.
The doctor gave Song Ruhai a full physical examination, and then called Song Lingshan and Ozawa Nami over separately.
How is my dad?
How is my husband?
Song Lingshan and Ozawa Nami asked the question at the same time.
The doctor held the lab report, adjusted his glasses, and sighed softly.
"The cancer cells in the patient's lungs have spread very severely. To be conservative, he only has three or four months left to live."
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