Listening to Song Nana's words, Cao Chuanfeng's lips curled up with a mocking smile:
"Do you really think you have been playing with me all these years? I just informed you unilaterally that I want you to leave with that shameless daughter. 2 million is the last dignity I left to you."
"What do you mean?"
"We have never received a marriage certificate. The red book you put on your bedside is just a fake certificate that I paid someone to make. And 2 million is two-thirds of my current net worth. Even if other people know, They will only say that I am affectionate and righteous."
Song Nana never thought that Cao Chuanfeng was plotting against her. She remembered that when she threatened the other party to get the certificate, the other party pretended to agree. At that time, she was only immersed in the happiness of becoming Mrs. Cao. While she was busy preparing for the wedding to win over Cao Chuanfeng, she also wanted to Cleaning up the mess for Cao Wanrou was very busy.
At first, she thought that Cao Chuanfeng would ask his assistant to go through the marriage certificate procedures for the two of them. Song Nana was a little unhappy at first. She wanted to complete the legal marriage in person with the person she had loved all her life.
I always felt that letting the assistant do it would make the thing I had been looking forward to my whole life imperfect, but I learned that Cao Chuanfeng was feeling sorry for him. After all, there were too many bad things that happened during that time, so he didn’t pursue it further and happily agreed. .
Thinking of how complacent she was because of the so-called Mrs. Cao's identity, and how Cao Chuanfeng had already transferred assets, Song Nana felt that she was smart and confused.
The pain of being stabbed in the back by the person next to her pillow invaded her reason. Song Nana blinked her eyes hard, clenched her hands into fists, and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Cao Chuanfeng, let me ask you one last time, do you have love?" Pass me?"
Cao Chuanfeng looked at the woman in front of him with some disgust, who was so slovenly because of the fight just now, and said without hesitation: "I only regret my short-sightedness when I was young."
Song Nana lowered her eyes and asked again: "Are you really going to leave me?"
Cao Chuanfeng said impatiently: "Maybe we made a mistake from the beginning. Let's go back to the bridge again in the future."
Looking at Cao Chuanfeng's back as he turned around without any hesitation, Song Nana's pupils turned black. At this moment, there was only one voice in her heart, leaving him behind.
So before anyone could react, Song Nana suddenly picked up the decorative vase on the small machine and smashed it onto Cao Chuanfeng's head.
Cao Chuanfeng covered his head, looked at the blood on his hands, and turned around in disbelief: "You bitch, I'll kill you."
As he spoke, he grabbed Song Nana's neck regardless of the wound on his head.
Song Nana felt that she had never been so close to death. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not get rid of the hands that bound her. She tried her best and couldn't break Cao Chuanfeng's hands, and kicked her feet everywhere.
Looking at the angry red eyes of the man so close to her, Song Nana recalled how she had silently watched his back and followed him quietly on campus when she was a student. Every time Cao Chuanfeng took the initiative to talk to her, she felt sweet in her heart. All day long.
Later, I was finally with him. When he was sleeping, I quietly traced his facial features with my fingers, feeling that I was the happiest person in the world.
But now, as his vision becomes increasingly blurry, the person in front of him becomes increasingly strange, even ferocious.
That's it, life or death, Song Nana doesn't want to struggle anymore.
Until the last trace of air in his lungs seemed to be consumed, there seemed to be a bang, and suddenly he felt the iron clamp on his neck loosen.
Song Nana gasped for air, and the panicked cry of Cao Wanrou could be heard in her ears.
"Mom, did I kill someone? Call an ambulance quickly. My dad has been bleeding."
Song Nana looked at Cao Chuanfeng, who was lying on the ground moaning, feeling extremely calm and feeling secretly happy.
"Xiaorou, don't be afraid. You stayed in the detention center all night last night and you must not have had any rest. You should go back to the bedroom to rest first. Leave this place to your mother."
Cao Wanrou was in a state of confusion at the moment. Under Song Nana's calm arrangements, she gradually regained her consciousness. She didn't care about the injustice she had suffered last night. Looking at Cao Chuanfeng on the ground, who was breathing more air than taking in air, Cao Wanrou hesitated to speak.
After struggling for a while in her heart, she decided to listen to Song Nana. After all, it was not only Cao Chuanfeng who was disappointed with him, but she was equally as disappointed and hated towards Cao Chuanfeng.
She is not someone who cares about others, and since her mother loves her father so much, she will definitely take good care of him. Even if she can't, it's just everyone's life.
Having figured it out, Cao Wanrou raised her head again. Now her parents could no longer count on her, and she had to find a way to get herself out of the muddy water.
Looking at Cao Wanrou's back that became calm again, Song Nana had to sigh, maybe she didn't really understand this daughter. She was indeed Cao Chuanfeng's son, just as cold and selfish as him.
But so what, as long as she is obedient, I am willing to give her everything I can.
As for those who are disobedient and want to leave, she will not give them such a chance.
We made a promise to be together forever when we were young, how could we not keep our promise?
She is a person who keeps her word.
*****
Since the quarrel with Song Nana, Ling Yijin left the Cao family and lived directly at the school. Song Nana has not contacted her once these days, and she has never worried about where her underage daughter has gone.
In fact, Ling Yijin has always been a girl who looks carefree on the surface, but is actually very sensitive on the inside.
On the surface, it seems that he was born in a family with healthy parents, and his brother is a well-known star.
Since he was a child, he has been highly sought after in school because of his brother, and he only needs to help them get his brother's signature in exchange for others' love and goodwill.
At home, although his father Ling Qicheng is just a hotel manager, he is just like his name, treating others with sincerity and treating himself and his brother equally.
By the way, Ling Yijin actually always knew that his brother Ling Yifeng was not the child of his parents. He was the child of Ling Qicheng's sister. He was only listed in the household registration book for some reasons.
But her father was very kind to both her and her brother Ling Yifeng. He did his best to meet their material requirements and also tried his best to spend time with them.
Even though his way of expressing love was often very clumsy, Ling Yijin always knew that he was the person who loved him most in the world.
But when Ling Yijin grew up, he couldn't accept his selfless kindness as a matter of course.
Because she gradually learned that the father and daughter that her mother would take her to see alone were not the simple family friends and the daughters of family friends as Song Nana said.
That man once asked her to call him daddy, but little Ling Yijin never did it at first. After all, in her little heart, she could only hold a father, a mother, and an older brother.
Ling Yijin instinctively rejected this person who appeared out of nowhere, but her mother, who had always been aloof from home, saw more smiles on her face after seeing the father and daughter, with an expression she had never seen before. gentle.
At that moment she realized that her mother could also laugh.
Because of little Ling Yijin's stubbornness, the mother who held the little sister named Xiaorou on her lap instantly turned into a fierce tiger.
Ling Yijin didn't know why she wanted to share her mother with others, and the sweet little sister who smiled in front of adults always secretly threatened her not to steal her father from others' eyes.
"I have a father. My father is the best father in the world. Who cares about you? Just don't steal my mother."
The little Ling Yijin put her hands on her hips and looked at the young lady who was half a body taller than herself, and said something sullen and inwardly.
And little Cao Wanrou's childlike face revealed a maturity that was beyond her age. When she heard Ling Yijin's words, she not only didn't take it to heart, she also said:
"Come on, let me tell you, Song Nana is also my mother, I was just sent by her to live a good life with our biological father since I was a child.
My cloakroom is bigger than yours, and you wouldn’t be able to buy any of the clothes in it even if they were sold. I am served by servants every day, and I live like a princess. "
After saying that, Xiao Cao Wanrou sneered and continued:
"As for you, you are the same person but have different destinies. You are both born to the same parents, but your father is just a hotel manager now. The life he gives you is probably not as good as our domestic servant."
Little Ling Yijin's little brain couldn't process too much information at once, but she knew that the young lady opposite was talking bad about her father. For the first time, she knew what anger was. That kind of anger was completely different from playing house with children. Home, there was an argument over who was playing mom today.
She felt extremely angry, but she didn't know how to refute, so she could only say: "But you don't have a brother. My brother is super handsome, and he is a big star."
Looking at the little man who mentioned that the tip of his brother's tail was going to be raised, little Cao Wanrou leaned into Ling Yijin's ear and said, "Oh? Then does your brother also have to listen to his mother?"
Little Ling Yijin endured the discomfort, clenched her little fists and said honestly: "Children must obey their parents."
"That's alright. As long as I want, mom will make your brother treat me better than he treats you."
Xiao Ling Yijin's eyes were red when she heard Xiao Cao Wanrou's determined voice. She felt something was wrong, but she intuitively felt that these things might come true.
When little Ling Yijin went to find Song Nana in tears, Song Nana did not deny Cao Wanrou's words. Instead, she scolded little Ling Yijin for being too selfish, and repeatedly told her on the way home not to tell anything about what happened today, otherwise she would I will never see my mother again.
Children's memories always come back over and over again, but this memory appears in Ling Yijin's mind from time to time, and becomes more and more clear as he grows older.
Although Ling Qicheng tried his best to spend time with her, he couldn't bear Ling Yijin's deliberate avoidance. The girl's childhood and adolescence were always deeply affected by the role of mother.
