Xia Qing's eyes were slightly red, but she still managed to smile.
However, this smile looks even more pitiful.
"Already divorced?" Feng Lin asked.
"kindness."
Xia Qing hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Who are you going to follow?"
Feng Lin asked sitting on the sofa nearby.
If Zhao Qingqing really intends to help, eight million is still very easy.
Of course, Feng Lin definitely doesn't have that many.
But he is surrounded by little rich women.
Especially Liu Nian.
Xu Ruoying's money was at least earned from starting a company.
But on the platform created by Liu Nian, it is enough for people to spend money every day to brush up the rankings.
Totally for free.
"I decided to follow my mother." Xia Qing clenched her fists.
"oh?"
Feng Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise. Before he left, he heard Xia Xihai's words.
He said he planned to take Xia Qing away.
This is indeed a safer method. Following Song Yun, she has almost no chance of getting ahead.
Zhao Qingqing also sat next to Feng Lin.
Just as she was about to speak, a voice came from outside.
Song Yun and Xia Xihai walked in together.
"Xia Qing, come with me."
Xia Xihai walked in with his suitcase, "Let's go live somewhere else and start over."
"Dad, I won't leave! I want to follow mom."
Xia Qing shook her head vigorously, "I want to live with my mother, and I won't leave with you."
"Are you crazy? What good can come from following her? Do you know how much she owes now?"
Xia Xihai roared angrily, "If you follow her, you will be ruined for the rest of your life!"
"That's why I want to follow my mother!"
Xia Qing wiped her tears and said, "I am an adult and have an independent personality. I have the final say on this matter!"
"Song Yun! Why are you standing still? Please persuade her! We agreed before!"
Xia Xihai looked at Song Yun next to him.
However, Song Yun's eyes were always looking at Zhao Qingqing next to Feng Lin.
From the moment she walked in here and glanced at Zhao Qingqing, she felt familiar.
He even looks like a replica of himself when he was young.
"Who are you……"
Song Yun burst into tears, walked towards Zhao Qingqing and asked, "Who are you?"
"Don't mind me, you go about your own business first."
Zhao Qingqing looked very calm.
"Song Yun! Stop changing the subject for me. Are you regretting it?"
Xia Xihai grabbed Song Yun's arm, his expression gradually becoming fierce, "Are you going to regret it? Xia Qing is beautiful, are you planning to let her marry a rich second generation?"
"What are you talking about?"
Song Yun looked at Xia Xihai in disbelief.
"I'm not talking nonsense. Xia Qing is so beautiful. I heard that there are several rich second generations in her school chasing her."
Xia Xihai pointed at Xia Qing, "Are you planning to do this?"
"I think this is your idea, right? So that's why you took Xia Qing away!"
Song Yun shook off Xia Xihai's hand, "I tell you! You can't take Xia Qing away!"
Feng Lin took Zhao Qingqing's hand and whispered: "Are you going out?"
"Need not."
Zhao Qingqing shook her head and just watched the two arguing.
"Get the hell out of here! Xia Qing is my daughter, who dares to stop me from taking her away?"
Xia Xihai slapped Song Yun on the face and knocked her out.
He stepped forward and grabbed Xia Qing's arm, "Follow me!"
"I don't! I don't! Let me go!"
Xia Qing squatted on the ground, struggled hard, and cried loudly.
"Let her go!"
Song Yun also rushed over and bit Xia Xihai on the arm.
"I'm going to fuck you!"
Xia Xihai kicked Song Yun in the stomach, "Didn't I suffer enough from you?"
"I'm such a good manager. If I work for a few more years, the company plans to give me original shares and make me a shareholder!"
"I have nothing because of you, and you still have the nerve to compete with me for my daughter?"
…
Xia Xihai's expression has collapsed.
In fact, what he just said was exactly his plan.
That is to say, marry Xia Qing to the rich second generation.
As long as he leaves Song Yun, he will be free from debts.
When the time comes Xia Qing finds a good in-law, and she can still live a comfortable life.
Song Yun took his daughter away, and he was completely useless.
When Zhao Qingqing saw this, he immediately stood up from the sofa.
She clenched her fists, walked over and said, "Let her go!"
"Who do you think you are? This is my daughter, why should I let her go?"
Xia Xihai raised his hand and hit Zhao Qingqing.
But Zhao Qingqing easily grabbed the opponent's wrist.
She is an ancient warrior, and she has already reached the realm of transformation.
Among the few people around Feng Lin, he was pitifully weak.
But among ordinary people, she is already considered a master.
Xia Xihai's wrist hurt, and the pain made him let go of Xia Qing.
The other hand went to grab Zhao Qingqing's hair.
But Zhao Qingqing pulled down and Xia Xihai fell to the ground.
"Mom, are you okay?"
Xia Qing hurriedly hugged Song Yun and asked while crying.
"fine."
Song Yun shook her head, her face extremely pale.
"I've already called the police."
Feng Lin said on the sofa with his legs crossed.
After a while, the police came in.
After knowing what happened, he took the three of them away.
Regarding the custody rights of my daughter, let the court seal it.
After all, Xia Qing is twenty years old and has the right to choose.
Feng Lin and Zhao Qingqing were sitting in Wuling Hongguang.
…
Feng Lin looked at the time on his phone and saw that he couldn't go back to the village today.
However, I have nothing to do these days, so it won’t be too late to go tomorrow.
Waiting until after two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yun and Xia Qing came back.
Feng Lin and Zhao Qingqing got off the bus together.
"Sister, thank you just now."
Xia Qing hurriedly came to Zhao Qingqing and said gratefully.
"it's over?"
Zhao Qingqing asked.
"Well, I have officially given it to my mother. If he takes it away from me again, it will be illegal."
Xia Qing nodded.
"Are you Qingqing?"
Song Yun walked over and looked at Zhao Qingqing excitedly, "Is she... my daughter?"
"What?"
Xia Qing was stunned in disbelief.
daughter?
Zhao Qingqing looked at Song Yun calmly, "I am Zhao Qingqing."
"She is indeed my daughter!"
Song Yun shed tears and reached out to hug Zhao Qingqing.
But Zhao Qingqing took a few steps back rationally, "I'm not your daughter."
"Yes... that's right. Is he... Zhao Yiwei okay?"
Song Yun put down her open hand and said with a dark expression.
"He has been dead for several years."
Zhao Qingqing tried hard to keep calm, "In order to support me in college, I worked hard, and finally died of illness."
Song Yun's pupils trembled, "He...how could he?"
"you do not know?"
Although Zhao Qingqing restrained her emotions, her tears still fell, "He has been ill for a long time. Didn't you divorce him because of this?"
"I...I didn't!"
Song Yun's tears were like a bursting river, "When we divorced, I didn't know he was sick at all! It was only when he suddenly changed his temperament and treated me badly that I left him!"