Chapter 9 You Deserve to Die Alone

Chapter 9 You Deserve to Die Alone

"Dear, who is it? Yan'er, is that you?" Wen Mingzhi, who was working in the kitchen, was a little surprised to see Song Yan. The sister-in-law she knew had always been timid and shy. She always kept her head down, exuding a gloomy aura, hardly looking at anyone, trying not to attract attention. So, when Wen Mingzhi saw Song Yan, she was still a little surprised, because the woman in front of her was not like the Song Yan she knew at all. Instead, she was more confident, and there was an indescribable majesty flashing all over her body. If it weren't for that familiar face, Wen Mingzhi would definitely not recognize her.

But it’s better this way, she is indeed worthy of Mr. Fu.

Wen Mingzhi tucked her messy hair behind her ears, wiped her hands on her apron, walked to Song Yan, and hugged her in her arms: "Long time no see, it's great that you're here, and I'm fine too." She was preparing to cook dinner.

Song Yan stiffened as she was pulled into a warm embrace, but soon her stiffness disappeared as a familiar scent filled her nostrils. Yes, this was the smell of her sister-in-law, not the cold and gloomy air emanating from the soil and tombstones. She was too confused at the time to understand what had happened, as her consciousness was devoid of any human feelings, but she remembered that Song Lingyan had met with an accident too soon after her death. Wen Mingzhi was already pregnant at the time and could not bear the blow, so Song Yan went to find her only after she had regained some of her humanity - but it was too late.

Wenmingzhi's child died, and after losing her husband and child one by one, Wenmingzhi also committed suicide. Song Yan originally thought so, but now thinking of the strong yin energy emanating from Wenmingzhi's tombstone and the black energy flowing around Song Lingyan, she can more or less understand that this must be related to Song Lan.

That bitch just didn't want her luck to end, nor did she want her entire bloodline to end! She, Song Yan, will never forget this debt!

When Wen Mingzhi hugged Song Yan, she felt something warm running down her neck. She immediately pulled back and saw her thick and long eyelashes, like water lilies in the rain, with tears floating on them. Song Yan's face flushed, biting her lips to stop herself from crying. Wen Mingzhi's heart skipped a beat, and they looked at each other worriedly. After Song Lingyan turned on the TV, she quickly pulled Fu Chen to another room where the TV was. Then she switched to a cartoon and returned to the living room.

Fu Chen couldn't sit still when he saw his mother crying, but he didn't want others to worry about him, so he didn't make a fuss and let his uncle carry him to another room. After Song Lingyan left, Fu Chen quickly jumped off the sofa, rushed to the door, leaned sideways and put his ear against the door to eavesdrop.

"Yanyan, what's wrong? Did someone bully you? Tell me! I will definitely avenge you." Song Lingyan is obviously no longer a rich second-generation, but he is used to protecting his sister. Now that he sees her crying, how can he do this? Isn't he angry? He is very angry - but he is not angry when he sees his sister's tears.

When Song Yan heard her brother's words, she suddenly felt like crying. For thousands of years, she had been wandering around the world, but no one had ever said this again, until Gu Yijin had the Yin Ring. But in her heart, no one could replace her brother, and this was what she had longed to hear for more than three thousand years.

"Nothing, brother, I'm fine." Although Song Yan smiled after wiping his tears, the worry on Song Lingyan and Wen Mingzhi's faces did not disappear, and their brows furrowed even tighter. The two looked at each other and then looked at Song Yan.

"Yanyan, don't lie to me. You have always been a terrible liar?" Song Lingyan pulled Song Yan and wiped her tears. "And you have something to say, too. Do you think big brother doesn't know? Tell me now. What is it that made you cry like this? ? "

"I, I want to divorce Fu Yusheng." Song Yan blew her nose with the handkerchief handed to her by her brother. "I'm done. I can't do this anymore. It's good that he doesn't care about me." But he should at least come to see Chen Chen... I don't even remember the last time he saw our son. "

"Huh, when was the last time he saw Chen Chen? You say? Huh! Wasn't it when he came two years ago? Seeing his wife and children is like a task for him, put on the list and ticked off once. "He saw you two!" Song Lingyan said sharply, he had never been willing to hand over his beautiful and lovely sister to that 24/7 workaholic! Including Sundays, but his father was willing! See where it brought his sister?

“What are you talking about?” Wen Mingzhi tapped her husband’s forehead and immediately rebuked him: “Are you saying these things at this time?”

"I'm telling the truth! If that man had a little common sense, he wouldn't have divorced my sister! She is simply an angel, and she has the best temper in our family, but he made her angry." What did you scold me for?" Then he turned his head to look at Song Yan and gave him a thumbs up, "You did a good job, it's good to divorce that workaholic, he deserves to be single and lonely for the rest of his life!"

" you-"

"Don't be angry with your brother, Sister Ming, I have made up my mind." Song Yan smiled at his sister-in-law, "I don't think I can continue such a cold relationship... It's not for anyone." I am worried about Chen Chen, I don't want him to miss his father and become depressed"

Wen Mingzhi pursed her lips and said nothing, and Song Linyan immediately changed the subject. The three adults didn't know that Fu Chen had heard everything, and now he was standing by the door with a swollen face. He quickly took out his smart watch and sent a text message to his father.

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In another country.

Fu Yusheng, who had just finished taking a shower, picked up his phone and froze, because the screen read "You deserve to die alone!" Stupid dad!

He gently put down the phone, rubbed his face, and looked at the text message again - the words were still the same. In the middle of the night, an angry roar came from the room of the cold and elegant Mr. Fu.