Su Luo sighed helplessly.
He raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.
To be fair, although he looks gentle and weak, he is, after all, a man.
He has a pretty strong grip; it hurts quite a bit when he hits you.
What a fool he is! He actually laid a hand on Su Jiani. How could he do something so stupid?
Su Luo returned to her bedroom in a huff, crawled into bed, and was consumed by deep self-reproach.
It seems that whenever a conflict arises, he habitually looks for the cause within himself.
Just like when I was a child in the orphanage and was bullied by others, I always wondered why others only bullied me and not others. I must have done something wrong.
A deep sense of loss and helplessness welled up inside me.
How exactly is he going to get along with Su Jiani in the future?
I couldn't come up with an answer no matter how hard I thought about it. I wondered if I should ask Dr. Lu, who is very professional in this area.
Su Luo peeked out from under the covers, preparing to call Dr. Lu and ask him some more questions.
...
evening.
After getting off work, Song Lingshan didn't go back to her own place, but went straight to her ancestral home.
Today she's going to ask her father whether he ever threatened Su Luo back then.
Upon arriving at the door, a servant immediately stepped forward, bent down, and placed slippers at Song Lingshan's feet.
I changed into slippers and went into the living room.
Ozawa Nami came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of tomato oxtail soup and greeted Song Lingshan warmly.
"Xiaoshan, you're back just in time. I just finished cooking. Go wash your hands and let's eat together."
Song Lingshan stared coldly at her and asked, "Where's my dad?"
"He's in his study."
Nami Ozawa placed the oxtail soup on the dining table, turned to look at the study, and called out.
"Honey, Xiaoshan is here."
Song Ruhai, who was practicing calligraphy in his study, put down his brush and left the study.
Seeing Song Lingshan's displeasure, she asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?"
Song Lingshan cut to the chase: "I have something very important to ask you."
Song Ruhai's face turned even uglier.
"Even the most important things can only be discussed after we finish eating. Come and sit down to eat."
"..."
Song Lingshan couldn't resist her father's insistence and reluctantly sat down at the dining table.
Ozawa Nami ladled a bowl of oxtail soup and placed it in front of Song Lingshan, smiling as she said, "Lingshan, it's getting cold. This soup is very nourishing. Try it and see if you like it. If you don't like it, Auntie will make you another one."
"..."
Song Lingshan remained silent and showed no intention of drinking. She picked up a piece of squirrel-shaped mandarin fish and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly.
Seeing this, Song Ruhai couldn't help but scold her daughter, "Can't you hear your aunt talking to you?"
His daughter's relationship with Nami Ozawa has always been a headache for him.
In his opinion, Ozawa Nami had already taken good care of her daughter, indulging her in everything, but her daughter just wouldn't give Ozawa Nami a hard time.
Song Lingshan frowned slightly.
"Don't you always say that one shouldn't talk while eating or sleeping? Am I wrong for not responding?"
"you……"
Before Song Ruhai could say anything more, Ozawa Nami stopped him.
"Honey, let's not hurt our family harmony."
"..."
Song Lingshan snorted coldly. She really looked down on Ozawa Nami from the bottom of her heart. This woman was too pretentious and a vixen.
After an unpleasant dinner.
Song Lingshan followed her father to the study.
Song Ruhai lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and coughed as the nicotine filled his lungs.
"Cough cough..."
Seeing her father coughing until his face turned red and the veins on his forehead bulged, Song Lingshan said helplessly.
Didn't the doctor tell you to quit smoking?
She just couldn't understand it. Quitting smoking was such a difficult thing! He was coughing so badly, almost vomiting blood, and he still kept smoking!
Song Ruhai waved his hand, coughed for a while before stopping, and slowly spoke.
"My illness can't be cured by quitting smoking. I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, so I might as well enjoy my life while I'm still alive."
"..."
Song Lingshan was speechless. Her father was always very principled and had extreme ideas. She couldn't persuade him at all. So she decided to let him be.
Song Ruhai tapped the ash from his cigarette onto the ashtray on the corner of the table and said seriously.
"What do you want? Just tell me."
Song Lingshan looked directly into her father's eyes and said seriously.
"Did you meet with Su Luo alone three years ago and force him to break up with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking...
Song Ruhai's expression changed slightly, and he asked in return, "Did he tell you that?"
Seeing that her father's expression was off, Song Lingshan continued to press for answers.
"Never mind who told me, just tell me if this happened or not."
Song Ruhai gave a cold laugh.
"So what if he does? Does he deserve you? He's a toad lusting after a swan. He should take a good look at himself. If he hadn't been smart enough to leave you, I would have killed him!"
Song Lingshan slammed her hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and angrily questioned him.
"Dad, how could you do this? It's my freedom to date whomever I want, what right do you have to do this?"
Startled by his daughter's words, Song Ruhai was filled with anger and retorted.
"Why should I? Because I'm your father, because I'm the sole heir of the Song family! So what if that pretty boy is a little better looking? I think you've really lost your mind. It's been so long, why are you still bringing this up?"
Song Lingshan glared fiercely at her father, gritting her teeth as she spoke.
"I'm telling you, whether you agree or not, I'm going to go and get back together with him right now. I'm not only going to date him, I'm going to marry him, and I'm going to have his child!"
"You bastard!"
Song Ruhai was so angry with his daughter that he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
But Song Lingshan had practiced fighting for so many years, and she easily grabbed her father's wrist, and with her other hand, she reflexively slapped him.
Song Ruhai felt a sharp pain in his chest and his body fell backward uncontrollably.
My hand accidentally brushed against the ashtray on the corner of the table.
Thump!
He fell to the ground, and the ashtray hit him precisely, scattering ash all over him.
Song Lingshan just watched quietly, without any intention of helping him up, nor did she feel that she had gone too far, after all, it was her father who had started the fight.
Nami Ozawa, who was watching TV in the living room, heard a loud noise from the study and immediately put down the remote control and pushed open the study door.
Song Ruhai was lying on the ground in a sorry state, his white shirt covered in cigarette ash, his face as red as a tomato, coughing violently.
He was secretly delighted. Song Lingshan was really something else. When she got ruthless, she would even beat up her own father. Why didn't she go even further and kill him so that everyone could be free?
However, no matter how happy he was, he couldn't show it, so he immediately bent down to help Song Ruhai up and said insincerely.
"Honey, are you alright?"
Are you alright?
When are you going to die?
Song Ruhai sat back down, panting heavily, and pushed Ozawa Nami away.
"Get out."
This is outrageous! My daughter dares to hit her father! Damn it!
"OK."
Ozawa Nami gave Song Lingshan a deep look before leaving the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
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