"No. 019, someone is visiting the prison."
In the women's prison cafeteria, Song Mingyi was eating when the prison guard suddenly called her out.
Song Mingyi saw her father Song Hongshan in the interview room. It was the first time someone from home came to see her since she was coaxed into taking the blame five years ago, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Mingyi, how have you been these past few years?"
"Good."
"That's good." Song Hongshan showed a pleased smile: "In addition to seeing you this time, I just want to tell you that my family has arranged for you to be released from prison, and has also arranged a marriage for you. Lu Family Lu Shenxing , when you marry she will be Mrs. Lu, the most noble woman in Haicheng, and you will have the best destination for the rest of your life."
Lu Shenxing, the heir to the Lu family, the head of the four wealthy families in Haicheng, is ruthless and courageous. He has been a mythical existence since he was a child. He is also the dream lover of all wealthy ladies and the man they most want to marry.
only--
"Dad, prison is not a place isolated from the world. I saw in the news a month ago that Lu Shenxing died of a serious illness and was recovering within a few days. When did a widow become the best place to end up?"
Song Hongshan didn't expect that Song Mingyi actually knew about it, and smiled coquettishly: "I know this makes you feel wronged, but Mr. Lu is interested in your horoscope and named you to marry. How dare I disagree? Moreover, you are a criminal and have a criminal record. If it wasn’t for happiness, how would you be qualified to step into the Lu family’s door?”
Song Mingyi's heart was cold, and the original touch had long since disappeared without a trace. There was a sneer on the corner of her lips: "It seems that dad has forgotten, for whom did I become a criminal?"
Song Hongshan pled coquettishly: "Mingyi, can you help the family again, okay? After all, you are also the daughter of the Song family, and it will not be easy for your mother and I to raise you. You can't just die without saving me. .”
Song Mingyi's face was full of indifference: "That's what you said five years ago when you asked me to take the blame. If I remember correctly, you also signed an agreement with me at that time: Song Mingyi would be jailed instead of Song Chengwei, and he would be raised for twenty years. Thank you for your kindness."
Song Chengwei is her half-brother, and he was the one who made illegal financing back then.
After the incident, in order to let herself escape punishment, she pushed her half-sister out to take the blame.
"Dad, if you have nothing else to do, please come back."
"Song Mingyi."
Song Hongshan stopped Song Mingyi, and the false kindness on his face was gone. The well-maintained face showed coldness: "You don't care about the life and death of the Song family. Don't you even care about the life and death of the pair of bastards who gave birth to you?" Don’t you care?”
Song Mingyi suddenly stopped and looked at Song Hongshan with a cold light in her eyes.
Five years ago, she was framed by Song Yuyao for sleeping with a strange man and gave birth to twin boys in prison.
The father rushed over, took the two children away, and assured her that he would treat her children well.
In order to let the child live a normal life, Song Mingyi endured the reluctance and asked Song Hongshan to take the child away, but now he threatened her with the child.
Song Mingyi suddenly doubted whether her children could be treated well in the Song family?
Song Mingyi was anxious and worried. How was her child doing in the Song family?
Song Hongshan said coldly and ruthlessly: "If you marry, the children will live. If you don't marry, everyone will die together."
Hatred welled up in Song Mingyi's heart, this is her good father!
She clenched her fingers tightly and calmed herself down with the sharp pain in her palms: "Okay, I'll marry. But this is the last time. If someone threatens me with a child again, I will definitely let him know. Let the fish die and the net be broken!"
When Song Hongshan heard Song Mingyi agreed, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to say something more to ease the relationship between them, Song Mingyi had already left without looking back.
…
In the cell.
Song Mingyi carefully took out the photo from under the pillow.
This is an old photo of two newborn babies. They are lying together, with their big eyes open, waving their little hands, and smiling sweetly.
Song Mingyi's fingertips brushed the child's cheek, and her eyes were as gentle as water.
"Can you go?" Song Hongshan urged impatiently.
Song Mingyi put the photo away close to her body, and when she opened the door, her face was condensed.
"Let's go."
After being released from prison, Song Mingyi did not even return to the Song family. She was sent to the Lu family wearing old clothes from five years ago.
The Lu family has been inherited for hundreds of years and has a profound heritage. The bloodline of relatives is complicated. Knowing that Song Mingyi was going to marry in, many people were waiting in the living room.
When everyone in the Lu family saw Song Mingyi dressed in old clothes, they couldn't help but ridicule him.
"The Song family is known as a wealthy family, so why can't they even wear decent clothes?"
"What good clothes can she wear to cover up the smell of a criminal on her body? It's better to save it. This small family knows how to plan, otherwise they wouldn't exchange a criminal's daughter for a 300 million dowry gift."
"There's nothing I can do about it. I have a good horoscope. As long as it brings happiness to Shenxing, let alone 300 million, we have to recognize it even if it's 3 billion."
Mr. Lu looked over coldly, and the rest of the Lu family immediately stopped talking. A gentle look appeared on his face: "You must be Mingyi. Since you are married, you should take good care of Shenxing and live a good life."
Song Mingyi's eyelashes trembled as she understood the implication of Mr. Lu's words. Only by taking good care of Lu Shenxing could she live a good life in the Lu family.
Song Mingyi lowered her eyebrows and responded: "Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, a panicked voice came over: "The young master is critically ill!"
Mr. Lu suddenly stood up, holding a cane and sprinting towards the second floor. The rest of the Lu family followed closely behind.
Song Mingyi thought for a while and followed.
When she arrived, the doctor said apologetically: "Mr. Lu, we have tried our best to treat the young man, but his condition is too serious. Whether he can survive this or not depends on his willpower."
The elegant woman guarding the door suddenly burst into tears: "My poor son!"
Mr. Lu staggered back a few steps.
"Old man!" The housekeeper quickly supported Mr. Lu.
Mr. Lu waved his hand. He looked much older at this moment. The pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man was something he couldn't bear even if he had been in the mall for half his life.
In a blink of an eye, Mr. Lu saw Song Mingyi standing quietly aside. He was shocked: "Mingyi, come here quickly!"
Mrs. Lu also thought of Song Mingyi who came to celebrate the occasion. Without caring about her manners, she immediately rushed over and pulled Song Mingyi over: "Hurry up and save my son!"
With that said, Song Mingyi pushed her into the room without waiting for a word.
boom--
Song Mingyi was speechless as she looked at the door closing in front of her. He just pushed her in without saying anything. Did he want her to save Lu Shenxing with her thoughts?
Song Mingyi took a deep breath, walked to the bed, and looked at the man lying on the pure white bed.
He was extremely good-looking, with deep outlines and delicate facial features as if they were made by the gods. Even if he was unconscious, his dignified and proud aura did not diminish at all.
Such a man is born to be as aloof as an emperor, and he enjoys the worship of everyone as a matter of course.
But at this moment, his unusually pale face and the bluish-grey color between his brows were telling everyone that he was not going to die soon.
Song Mingyi sat by the bed for a while, and finally took Lu Shenxing's wrist to take his pulse.
"Um?"
Song Mingyi's expression suddenly changed. Lu Shenxing was not seriously ill at all, but was clearly poisoned.
Song Mingyi's first reaction was to pretend that she didn't know how many dirty things happened in such a wealthy family. If she got involved, she might even lose her life.
But, after all, she couldn't stand by and watch. It wasn't that she cared about whether this cheap husband could live, but that she cared about the two children who were still in Song Hongshan's hands.
If Lu Shenxing died on the first day she got married, the Lu family would definitely be angry with the Song family, and Song Hongshan would never let her child go with his character.
Song Mingyi took a deep breath and took out the acupuncture bag from close to her body.
Silver needles pierced into the acupuncture points all over his body like lightning.
She brushed it with her fingertips, and the long silver needle made a buzzing sound.
A few minutes later, the buzzing stopped, and Song Mingyi was about to pull out the needle when the door was pushed open.
Song Mingyi's heart skipped a beat and she immediately pulled out the silver needle.
On the side of Lu Shenxing's head on the hospital bed, he spit out a mouthful of blood. The dark red blood soaked into the sheets under him.
His complexion instantly turned gray, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, nose, and ears. He looked so ferocious and terrifying.
