Chapter 65

When Xiang Wanhua was young, she met an unkind person. Before marriage, that person treated her very well and lived happily.

After a year of marriage, she gave birth to a daughter, Xiang Jin.

The days passed happily for a few years. Later, after that person's career changed, he slowly seemed to have changed his personality. He often drank and gambled. When he was drunk, he would even fight her.

Life was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds, Xiang Wanhua couldn't stand such a life, and filed for divorce from her husband, but her husband did not agree. In an accident, Xiang Wanhua was pushed down the stairs by the man and was seriously injured. It was six-year-old Xiang Jin who called the police. With the help of the police, she successfully divorced.

The divorced Xiang Wanhua lived alone with her daughter Xiang Jin and suffered a lot. It was not until Xiang Jin was eight years old that she met Song Yuanzhou.

Song Yuanzhou was very kind to her. He had just lost his wife at that time, and Xiang Wanhua accompanied him through a period of underestimation in his life. After that, Song Yuanzhou married Xiang Wanhua, and Xiang Wanhua took Xiang Jin with him. Live in the Song family.

Song Yuanzhou had only one daughter, Song Ling, who was four years older than Xiang Jin. When Xiang Wanhua and her daughter entered the Song family, Song Ling was twelve years old. She had just lost her mother at that time and faced the newly formed family of her father. full of resentment.

A stranger, with a strange girl, moved into her house, using her mother's things to call her father and father... But the twelve-year-old Song Ling was full of resentment towards all of this. She hated her father, cold-blooded and ruthless.

When Song Ling was thirteen years old, the Song Group was in crisis and offended many people.

Song Ling was also kidnapped by the enemy's family. The kidnappers demanded a ransom of 30 million from the Song family. Song Ling's hands and feet were tied and locked in a dark bungalow. For ten days, she did not wait for any news from her father. Finally, she waited. Here comes the arrest warrant from the Criminal Police Brigade.

The kidnappers were at the end of the road, planning to die with her, and blew up the bungalow with explosives.

Song Ling still remembers the last sentence the kidnapper said to her before he died.

The bungalow was blown up, but the kidnappers were not killed, but facing the siege of the police, there was no way out. The kidnapper shot at her, but the shot didn't hit her. By accident, it shot at Xiang Jin, who was only nine years old at the time. The shot went into the chest and rescued the whole body. For two days and one night, she almost killed her.

Song Ling heard Xiang Jin closing her eyes and calling her last "sister."

Since then, Song Ling has changed her attitude towards Xiang Wanhua's mother and daughter. In the end, the shot was for her. Song Ling looked at the dying Xiang Jin, and felt compassion for the first time. She was in the hospital, accompanied by her. It took her a whole year, but since then, Xiang Jin's heart has been injured and her health has been bad, and Song Ling always remembered that shot, always felt that she owed Xiang Jin and treated her very well.

Young girls are always easily moved, and Song Ling is no exception, not to mention such a life-and-death matter. The love and care she didn't get from her father was felt again by a girl who was not related to her by blood.

Xiang Jin has always disguised very well. In front of her, she has always had a weak and innocent smiling face. That shot made Song Ling put her in the most important position in her heart.

When Song Ling was nineteen, Song Yuanzhou contracted an incurable disease. Before his death, he entrusted Song's enterprise to her, and at the same time did something for Song Ling, sending Xiang Jin, who was only fifteen years old at the time, to her. Studying in the UK.

This walk is nine years.

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In the Qingyunwan villa, Xiang Wanhua has not seen her daughter for many years, and she has been thinking about it.

Letting Xiang Jin go to the UK was an agreement Song Yuanzhou made with her back then. Now that Xiang Jin has finished reading the book, that agreement is no longer binding.

Always her only daughter, she hadn't seen each other for nine years, the moment Xiang Jin opened the door and came in, Xiang Wanhua had already burst into tears.

Xiang Jin stood at the door and looked at the people in the room from a distance, but there was not much sadness or joy, and only pursed his lips and shouted: "Mom."

Some people are cold-hearted, and that's just because they've never felt love.

From memory, all the love that Xiang Jin felt came from the mother in front of him, but that kind of love, in such a life, looked extremely cheap.

Sometimes, she would hate why she didn't know people clearly, and why she brought her into this world. What she brought her, except for that humble and cheap love, was the beginning of suffering.

She hates her.

"Is my room upstairs?" Xiang Jin asked, curling his lips.

Xiang Wanhua had tears in her eyes, and the moment she caught a glimpse of Xiang Jin's expression, she suddenly felt a little dazed, she stepped forward, but stopped halfway, and all the caring words on her lips turned into: "Upstairs, the stairs The room on the left side of the mouth, Mom has cleaned up for you."

"Thank you." Xiang Jin said in a low voice, stepping over her to go up the stairs.

Xiang Wanhua turned around, looked at her back upstairs, his lips trembled slightly, and suddenly called her: "Ajin..."

Xiang Jin stood halfway up the stairs, stopped, and didn't look back.

Xiang Wanhua pursed the corners of his lips hesitantly, and finally asked her, "Do you still hate your mother for sending you out of the country?"

Xiang Jin lowered his eyes, looked at his feet, with indifference in his eyes, and admitted, "Yes."

Xiang Wanhua felt like a knife was twisting her heart, and called her: "Ah Jin, Mom is forced to..."

Xiang Jin turned around, looked down at the people standing downstairs, and suddenly sneered: "Don't tell me what you have to say, your position in the Song family is all that I bought back then. You It has brought me nothing but this life that I can't refuse. When I left nine years ago, I told you, don't try to get any more from me."

She turned her eyes around, looked at all the furnishings in the house, and said with a smile, "You should be glad that Song Ling's only courtesy to you is because of me."

After speaking, she didn't show any more affection, she turned upstairs, went back to the room and slammed the door.

Xiang Wanhua stood there in a daze, she looked up at the closed door, and did not return to her senses for a long time.

That look reminded her of Xiang Jin's biological father.

Some people's hearts are inherently incapable of being warm.

At the entrance of Jiangyuan Villa, Song Ling drove Shen Zhao back. She cried for a while, but did not speak along the way. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The car was parked in the garage, Song Ling unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, went around to the other side to open the door, and just reached out to untie the seat belt for her, the person in her arms suddenly woke up.

Shen Zhao opened his dazed eyes, and was in a trance for a while before he murmured, "Are you there yet?"

Song Ling stared at her reddish eyes, knowing that she was tired recently, she had a lot of work to do at the beginning of school, plus she was studying for exams, she ran back and forth between the school and the hospital every day, and she didn't even have time to rest.

Song Ling felt a little distressed for her, and with a sigh, she stretched out her hand to pass under her arm, intending to take the person down, but Shen Zhao was stunned, put her hands on her shoulders, suddenly smiled, and said, "I'll go by myself, Can you hold it?"

Song Ling hooked her lips, "You are so light, why can't I hold it?"

Shen Zhao pushed her arm slightly, but didn't let her hold it.

"If you can't hold it, you can always move your back, right?" Song Ling looked down at her and said with a smile.

Shen Zhao glanced at her and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you today, you are so good to me? Can't I even walk?"

Song Ling smiled, took off his coat and handed it over, Shen Zhao caught it, and then saw Song Ling bent over in front of her and said, "Come up."

Shen Zhao hugged her coat and was startled by her, "Song Ling, are you serious?"

Song Ling put her hands on her knees, half bent her body, and looked back at her: "Today, I just want to be nice to you, and I want to carry you back to the house."

Shen Zhao's mood improved for no reason. She raised her eyebrows and smiled at her: "Song Ling, don't you do something wrong to be so nice to me, right?"

Song Ling was slightly startled, then reached out and dragged her over, wrapping it around his neck, threatening her: "Can't you get up?"

Shen Zhao crouched on her back and pressed her entire body on top of her without any reservations. She smiled and said, "Go up, you're still angry."

Song Ling has never carried anyone, Shen Zhao is the first, and the first time.

"Azhao, I just want to be nice to you, just a little bit better."

What a simple and ordinary sentence, but made Shen Zhao feel sour in his heart. She lay on her back, her hands tightly wrapped around her, and there was a cry in her voice: "Aren't you good enough for me?"

Song Ling knew that she must be crying again, she held her lips and smiled: "I want to be better."

Shen Zhao put her face on her back, rubbed it with nostalgia, and said, "You are so good to me, what if I can't live without you for the rest of my life?"

"Then don't leave for the rest of your life." Song Ling said warmly, "Okay?"

Shen Zhao sucked in his sour nose and hummed to her: "Okay."

There are too many warm words tonight, so much that it makes her feel unreal. She didn't know if there was a certain number of happiness in this world. If there was, she hoped that it would be less at the moment, so that it wouldn't run out all at once.

Song Ling carried her to the door, turned around, pointed her at the door, and said, "The key is in the pocket of the coat."

The coat was in Shen Zhao's hand, but she couldn't find it. She suddenly thought about the day and said, "Isn't there a password? I've never used a combination lock. What's the password?"

Song Ling was stunned and said softly, "0217"

Shen Zhao reached out and pressed the password. After a few seconds, he heard a ding and the door opened.

She asked, "Is 0217 your birthday?"

Song Ling: "No."

"Whose birthday is that?" Shen Zhao asked in confusion.

Song Ling paused for a while: "No one, just set it up casually."

Shen Zhao closed the door without thinking much, and let Song Ling carry her upstairs and go back to the room.

Song Ling put her on the bed, and was about to straighten up when suddenly a pair of hands came around behind her. She pulled her back without waiting for her to react. Both of them stumbled. Shen Zhao lay back on the bed, Song Ling supported her hands and knelt on one knee. On the bed, it was between her legs, so that no one was pressing on her.

Shen Zhao was also stunned for a while. He didn't expect this posture, his face was a little red, and he asked her softly, "Where are you going?"

Song Ling smiled and leaned over to look at her: "I'm not going anywhere, I just want to straighten my waist."

Shen Zhao raised his eyebrows, "Your back hurts?"

Song Ling: "A little bit."

Shen Zhao knew that she was carrying it on her own, and it was a girl's house. No matter how strong she was, she would still not be able to carry it after so long. She held onto her arm and gestured to sit up and said, "Then I will press it for you. One click."

Song Ling grabbed her with one hand, and pressed the person back again, with a smile in his eyes, and said, "Do you think it's time to press your waist now?"

Shen Zhao reacted immediately, stared at her and slowly lowered his gaze, fell on her waist, and said deliberately, "Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to use your waist—"

Before the words were finished, Song Ling leaned over to kiss her, bit her lips carefully, and smiled: "Don't be afraid, I have the strength."