He Chaozhi was looking through the files. He received an email on his computer and he clicked on it.
Then he raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
Song Lan - being kept by someone, and still riding on two boats?
At first glance, He Chaozhi just thought it was ridiculous.
With him here, how could Song Lan still like other men?
But recalling the woman's recent coldness and alienation towards him, the smile on He Chaozhi's lips couldn't help but fade.
Not long ago, Lu Ang, that short-sighted guy, coveted Song Lan. Did Song Lan refuse?
Not yet.
The secretary outside the door only heard a thumping sound coming from the office.
He ran in and saw He Chaozhi standing in front of the window with a gloomy face. Ashtrays and broken cigarette butts were scattered on the carpet.
"Go and get ready, I'm going here tomorrow."
He Chaozhi clicked on the table, and there was an address on the table.
It is the destination for Songlan Hot Spring travel.
The secretary said cautiously, "Mr. He, you have a very important regular meeting tomorrow -"
"Pushed." He Chaozhi pulled his lips, and his finger bones tightened a little and curled up.
"That woman dared to betray me like this. Why wouldn't it be more important than torturing her first?"
…
After nightfall.
Song Lan came to the nursing home again.
She comes to the nursing home very regularly, once every half a month.
If you come too frequently, you will be noticed easily.
"aunt."
Song Lan and Song Zi walked into Father Song's ward, and the familiar smell of medicine hit their faces.
In the past ten years, from when she was young and ignorant, to working and becoming an adult, the smell of medicine in her father's room has remained unchanged.
Song Lan had long been used to days like this, and couldn't even imagine how her father would look like when he woke up and hugged her.
"Have you made any progress with He Chaozhi? Has he taken you home to meet your parents recently?"
Song Zi turned her back to Song Lan and spoke calmly.
Song Lan lowered her eyes, "I... saw Jiang Yurong again."
"Oh?" Song Zi suddenly turned around, with an unpredictable expression on her face.
The next second, a hurt and sad expression appeared on her face, as if she had heard the name of her enemy.
"Lan Lan, do you remember what your aunt said? You must never forget how Jiang Yurong abandoned you and your father. Did you humiliate her and torture her? A woman like her is not worthy of standing and talking to you. Back then,
Before the decline of our Song family, she should have knelt in the ancestral hall for three days and three nights without repenting of her hatred!"
Song Zi wiped away her tears while lamenting her hatred for Jiang Yurong.
She has been doing this for more than ten years.
But Song Lan was surprisingly silent today.
After crying for a while, she realized that Song Lan was not in the right mood, and Song Zi looked at her with tears in her eyes.
"Lanlan, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?"
Song Lan was silent for a moment, and said in a hoarse and tired voice.
"Auntie, I seem to have softened my heart towards Jiang Yurong."
Thinking of Jiang Yurong's gentle and gentle appearance, Song Lan couldn't connect her with the woman Song Zi mentioned who abandoned her husband and daughter.
Especially when Jiang Yurong held her to talk, her hands were soft and warm.
Unlike my aunt, who has cold calluses on her hands because she has been treating patients all year round...
The surroundings suddenly became deathly quiet.
Song Zi looked at Song Lan in fear. She raised her hand and slapped Song Lan hard on the face.
"Are you crazy!"
She screamed with all her strength, grabbed Song Lan's hair, and pushed her down in front of Song's father's bed.
"Open your eyes and take a good look at your father. He could have lived like a healthy person, but Jiang Yurong forced him to live here as a living dead. For the sake of you, father and daughter, I will never marry or have children."
, I have worked hard to bring you up, and I hope you can avenge your father. How dare you be soft-hearted to that woman? Do you still have me and your father in your heart!?"
Song Zi's voice sounded like an alarm bell.
Song Lan was beaten so hard that half of his face was numb.
When she was young, she was ignorant and talked about missing her mother.
Without exception, they were slapped by Song Zi.
As long as Jiang Yurong is mentioned, Song Zi will change from a gentle and considerate aunt to a devil and go crazy.
Song Lan has long been used to it.
She was held in front of the bed, with no tears in her eyes, only bitterness and confusion.
Maybe this is her fate?
"I'm sorry, aunt, it was my fault."
Seeing that she admitted her mistake, Song Zi let go, "Jiang Yurong, that woman is the best at lying. That's how she deceived your father back then. Our Song family trusted her, but she ended up like this, Lanlan!"
Song Zi leaned over, hugged Song Lan tightly in her arms, and burst into tears.
"Auntie understands that you are not living well and you miss your mother, but that bitch Jiang Yurong is not your mother at all. She is not worthy of your concern. Do you understand? Auntie will always be with you. If you have anything, just talk to auntie
Say, okay?"
Song Zi's repeated comfort finally made Song Lan completely stop being soft-hearted towards Jiang Yurong.
"Auntie, you are right. I was totally wrong. I must have been deceived by that woman to feel sorry for her. She abandoned me and my father. What's so pitiful about her?"
Song Lan grabbed Song's father's cold hand, and the hatred swept through her heart again, and the corners of her eyes became moist.
"I must make her pay the price and make her regret for the rest of her life!"
Song Zi stood behind her, looking at Song Lan who was kneeling in front of Father Song's bed with an expressionless face, and nodded slowly.
"Lan Lan, aunt believes in you. You can definitely... help our Song family get revenge."
It was already late at night when I left the nursing home and returned home.
Song Lan was tired of crying and fell on the bed, curling up and hugging herself tightly.
But no matter how hard I hugged him, his body was still cold.
She couldn't help but think of Jiang Yurong's hands.
Jiang Yurong's palms were warm and soft. When she caressed her, her heart felt numb...
Song Lan quickly closed her eyes.
How could she be greedy for that ridiculous thing? Jiang Yurong was just acting.
There is no kindness in a person who cruelly abandons a young daughter and a sick husband!
She once again determined her revenge plan and got up to pack her luggage.
I felt a stinging pain in my wrist unexpectedly.
Song Lan took a gentle breath and carefully opened her sleeves, only to find that her wrists were covered with Song Zi's fingerprints.
My aunt must have been too excited and accidentally hurt her.
Song Lan applied anti-inflammatory medicine, and the next morning she saw that the fingerprints were still there, so she put on a women's watch to cover them up.
The hot spring hotel is in the mountains, and since there are not many people in the department, the magazine decided to charter a bus to send them there.
Song Lan came to the magazine office with her luggage, only to find that the bus had already left.
She called He Xiaoya and asked, "Xiaoya, are you on the bus?"
"No, I'm still on my way here. Doesn't the bus leave in half an hour?" He Xiaoya looked confused.
Song Lan pursed her lips, and after meeting with He Xiaoya, she asked the staff of other groups in the agency.
Only then did I realize that it was Shen Yingxue who strongly requested the bus to leave, saying that Song Lan and He Xiaoya were late for too long.
